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Rule #3

By: LunaStarwolf



She woke groggily, blinking sleep from her eyes as she felt the arm wrap around her, and the warm body press against hers. She blinked a few times at the darkness. It was dark in the room. When had that happened? A quick glance at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock told her that it was 2:13 AM. She blinked, and clawed her cell phone off the table, without pulling away from the warm embrace that held her. The time on the phone was the same as the time on the bedside clock. She had just come home from yoga class, eaten dinner, and laid down to take a short nap. She had counted on the phone, the door, or the pounding beat of his heavy combat boots on the stairs to wake her. She mentally cursed her phone, the clock, and the uncanny ability of her lover, a former security consultant and professional bodyguard, who created a dominating presence in any room he walked into, who you almost always HEARD a good fifteen seconds before you saw him, to become silent and invisible as a ninja when he chose to be. 

She turned to face him, and watched his eyes snap open. "Good." She thought. "He's still awake. There's at least a few moments to talk." 

"Missed you today." She began, as she rolled back to her original position, pressing her body up against his, pressing her ass into his naked crotch to show just how much she had missed him. She mentally cursed herself for falling asleep fully clothed, as she loved the touch of his skin against hers, and though she could feel his arousal beginning to grow, she longed to feel the press of his awakening cock on her bare skin, not through layers of clothing. They both loved this game, her as the teasing little submissive, courting his arousal, and pulling away over and over again, courting his dominant instincts with just enough teasing that he would tear her clothes off in a fit of lust, pin her down by her arms, legs, throat, or whatever he could reach, and take her in a fit of roaring, growling, biting, raging animal lust.

"Life happens." He said, his voice at a low, somewhat tired sounding growl. "You needed sleep."

"I laid down for a quick nap, and just woke up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice soft, quiet and breathy, as if the apology itself was an act of the utmost submission. As she spoke the last six words, she felt his entire body go rigid, every muscle tensing like a bowstring. She quickly became silent, and began listening for movement in the house around them. She waited for his hands to pull away from her body, and to go to the sword next to the bed post, or the gun hidden in the bedside table. But she couldn't hear anything in the house. She blinked, confused. He only reacted like that when he was threatened or upset. And she couldn't hear the threat. She blinked, trying to gather her thoughts, trying frantically to figure out what triggered that reaction in him. She froze, waiting for some cue from him, either verbal or physical. For a moment, she became as still and rigid as he, waiting for the odd cadence and hard tones of Greek that signaled a prayer or chant to his Goddess before going into battle, a hissed warning to call for cops or backup, the primal, lustful growl and softening of the tension which invited her to continue teasing, or the angry growl that told her that he was angry with her. For one tense moment, then another, there was no reaction at all. The silence and tension in the room were almost physical presences in the room, watching them and waiting for somebody to make the first move. 

The tension in his body relaxed for a moment, and then he struck. Moving like quicksilver, striking like a snake, she felt his arms close over her body, the left one locking over her throat, the right around her torso, never losing any of their tension, as he pulled himself out of bed, and brought her with him, never losing his grip on her body. She stood, and he turned her to face him, with one hand on her throat, and her knees pushing against the bed, almost, but not quite bending her back into a seated position.

"What" he growled "did you say?"

"I'm sorry?" she whispered again, still confused. With his free hand, he pulled a long knife off the bedside table, and ran the sharp blade across her throat, slicing through the thin fabric of her shirt, through her bra, and on down until he reached the elastic waistband of her pants. He took what remained of her shirt and bra and tore them away, tossing them to the floor. He returned the knife to its place on the table, turned her around to face the bed, and in one quick, smooth, well-practiced motion, he gripped the waistband of her pants and panties, pulled them down, gave her a push that made her knees buckle, forcing her back onto the bed, and he removed her pants, panties, and socks with one fluid motion, leaving her naked before she could process what was happening, or why. 

Grabbing her around her waist, he forced her to her knees with the top half of her body lying on the bed. She cried out as the first stinging slap of pain shot through her body, as his rough, calloused hand slapped her bare ass. 

"I see that somebody has been a naughty little girl." She heard him say as he continued to spank her bare ass again and again, each slap getting harder and faster. "Somebody has forgotten the rules, and needs to be punished. Naughty, disobedient little girls who forget the rules deserve a good, hard spanking." Now the flesh was turning red beneath his hands, and she started to whimper a little with each strike. In the back of her mind, even now, she remembered (as the mind often does when confused, or undergoing stress) that some subs were forced to remain silent when being punished, or face further discipline. But he always encouraged her to whimper, to moan, to beg, or to scream as she was being punished. She remembered, once, asking him why this was. And she remembered the grin and the twinkle in his eyes as he told her that the music of her whimpers, begging, moans and screams was not only beautiful, but a sign that he was doing a proper job disciplining her. "We have rules for a reason, and you must follow them, or you will be punished." As he delivered the lecture, he continued spanking her, smacking his hand into her bare flesh, stopping long enough so that she could feel the sting, and then striking again, in a hard solid rythym.

Then he changed tactics. The spanking stopped, and she heard rather than saw him move across the room to get something. He approached her again, and she heard something whistle through the air. She let out a yelp of surprise and pain, wincing, as the leather of a belt stung her bare, red, raw flesh, that was already taxed, he began to ask her questions.

"What are you?" He asked, spanking her with the belt with each word, then stopping and waiting for her answer.

"I'm a naughty, disobedient, little girl." She answered. He followed this answer with another strike of the belt.

"What do you deserve?" He asked, again, spanking her with the belt with each word.

"To be punished." And another strike of leather against flesh, as the belt came down again.

"Why?" He asked as the belt came down again.

"Because I didn't follow the rules." Again the leather whistled through the air, and came down painfully on flesh marred by the spankings of both hands and belt.

"Which rule did you break?" He growled, bringing the belt down hard again.

"I don't know." She said, desperately trying to remember which rule she didn't follow.

"Rule #3." He said, with three quick, hard spankings with the belt for emphasis. "and what is Rule #3?"

"I don't remember..." she said, desperately trying to remember what Rule #3 was. Already, the red, bruised flesh was going to make it painful to sit for days, and if this kept up, she might have to work standing up for a week. At that answer, the belt came down one last time and stopped.

"Then clearly, spankings aren't enough for you. We shall have to try something else. Stand." She stood up, her knees pressing into the bed. "Turn." He ordered. She turned around, only to see him rummaging in the bedside cabinet. He came out bearing a steel collar, which he clamped around her neck, and secured with a lock. "Hands." He demanded, and she held out her hands. He slid steel bracelets onto her wrists, and locked them in place as well. He grinned. Those pieces were works of art. The hinged steel collar was cast perfectly to her neck, a little too tight, so she had to labor just a little to draw every breath. All the enjoyment, exhilaration, torment and punishment of choking his little submissive for her transgression, without the effort of needing to keep a hand or arm on her throat all the time, leaving his hands free to administer further punishments. And the bracelets kept her from bending her wrists or hands, denying her the manual dexterity to pleasure herself, which was perfect for what he was about to do. He guided her arms together over her head, adding another lock, which kept her wrists together, and finished by locking the bracelets to the headboard of the bed. 

Then he crawled down her body, hanging over her, avoiding any physical contact with her flesh, taking in the sight of her, chained to the bed, laying there, naked and eager. Without another word, he slipped between her thighs, burying his tongue into her wet and waiting pussy. He was pleased that the spanking had already aroused her, and had her delicious juices flowing from between her thighs to greet his eager tongue. He licked like a man possessed, alternating deep probing licks, soft, gentle, teasing licks, and nibbling on her clit, to increase and prolong her arousal. When her moans, screams, and gasps became deeper and louder, and her legs began to quiver, and it was clear to his trained eye that she was struggling to breathe because of something more than the slave-collar locked around her neck, he pulled away, withdrawing his tongue, leaving her on the edge of the mountaintop, needing the release of an orgasm, but unable to have it.

"Please...don't stop...don't stop now..." she begged.

He grinned up at her. "Only good girls get to enjoy pleasure. Naughty girls who can't follow the rules only get what they deserve. And which have you been?"

"I've been a naughty girl. But I'll be good. Please. Make me cum, and I'll be your good little slut. I'll obey all the rules, and be a good little girl, and you can have your good little slut however you want her. Please..." she begged softly.

He grinned again. "Your punishment is not over. If you take all your punishments like a good girl, then we will see about a reward." With that, he crawled up her body, and began biting the underside of her breast, right where it connected with the rest of her body, ripping and tearing at her skin with each bite. As she moaned and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, he repeated the same treatment on the other breast, overlapping the bites in a measured pattern, biting hard enough with each attack that she knew that she would have marks on the underside of her breasts for a week. He bit roughly at her breasts for what seemed like hours, as she moaned, winced, and writhed in a mix of pleasure and pain. When he finally stopped, he crawled off the bed, and went to retrieve something off the floor. When it was pressed against her flesh, she recognized a cup of her destroyed bra, which he held up to her breast as if measuring something. She suppressed a whimper as the underwire of the bra lined up perfectly with the line of painful bite marks on her breasts. She would remember tonight, and her punishment, for days, every time she wore a bra, or moved her upper body in certain ways. In spite of herself, she grinned at the thought that he was a clever, clever, bastard, who knew exactly how to punish her.

With this completed, he buried his tongue inside her again, this time focusing the oral assault on her eager clit, sucking, licking and biting until he again heard and felt the telltale changes in her moans, breathing, and the telltale quiver of her thigh muscles that signified that she was close to the edge again. And as before, he withdrew his tongue, his face, from between her thighs, leaving her moaning and begging for the release that she so desperately wanted and needed. 

He sat between her legs, rubbing her thighs lightly with his hands, his fingers dancing across every inch of her legs, bringing them close to the promised land between her thighs, but refusing to touch it. He danced his fingers over her body, as if determined to run his fingers across every inch of her exposed flesh, save for where she most wanted those fingers to go. Then he rose, and walked away. He walked around the bed a few times, grinning at her, taking the image of her body, naked, spread out, and chained to the bed, from every possible angle. 

He returned to the bed, and once more, his head went between her thighs, but instead of licking, this time he bit, hard, right where her legs met her torso. Like the assault on her breasts, he bit hard, in a carefully measured line, right where leg met torso, first on one thigh, then the other, framing her vagina with a carefully measured V of bite marks. Once again, in spite of the pain of the biting, she grinned at his cleverness. As the bite marks on her breasts lined up perfectly with the underwire in her bras, the bites on her thighs were perfectly placed to match the edges of her panties, providing a constant reminder of this night, and her punishments whenever she moved against the marks he was leaving. 

After leaving the final bite, he again renewed the pleasurable licking of her wet, dripping, eager, hungry pussy, which he had started twice now, but never finished. And, as before as soon as the first involuntary quivers of her thigh muscles began, as soon as her breathing, and the sound of her moans and screams began to change in tone and pitch, he stopped once again. Crawling up her body, he untied and unlocked her wrists. Placing his hands on the steel collar at her throat, he guided her off the bed, so she stood before him. With a quick movement, one of his hands came off her throat, grabbed her hair, and forced her to the ground, then with one hand on her hair, and the other on her chin, he tilted her head up to face him. 

She looked up at him from her knees, taking in the sight of his hard cock, twitching with anticipation and arousal before her, daring to hope that the iron control and discipline that he was famous for had deserted him, finally worn down by wave after wave of lust washing over his body as he disciplined her, and that he was about to take her head, force his length between her lips, and fuck her waiting mouth until she couldn't take any more. It had been almost a full day since he had last fucked her face, and with all the teasing and punishment, she was craving it now. She opened her mouth slightly, forming an eager little "O" with her lips, waiting for him to thrust forward and take what was his, and suppressed a moan of disappointment, as his hand wrapped around the flesh that she longed to wrap her lips around, and he started speaking again, as he towered over her, pleasuring himself as she watched.

"You could have had all of this. All you had to do was obey the rules, like a good girl, and I would be in that willing little mouth of yours, riding your face like I know you crave. What you want and need could have been yours to enjoy. All you had to do was just be a good little girl, and follow the rules. But you've been a bad, naughty, little slut, who can't follow the rules, so now I have to waste all this hot, delicious cum, to teach you a lesson. I know you hate to see it wasted, but you had to be a naughty girl, and you leave me no choice." With a moan, he released shot after shot of cum on to her naked body. She opened her mouth to try to catch some, eager for the taste, but he aimed downward, spraying it across her exposed neck, shoulders, and breasts. With that done, he walked over to the cabinet, fetched a cloth, and cleaned off the collar and her flesh. Then he unlocked the collar and bracelets, returned them to their proper places, took her into his arms, kissed her lightly on the lips, and took her to bed.

"Maybe tomorrow," he whispered, as he held her in his arms, "if you're a good little girl, we can have more fun. That is, if you don't insist on apologizing for stupid shit that doesn't require an apology, as per Rule #3. Don't forget it again." 

Hearing the rule, she smiled, knowing that she would be thinking of nothing else for days, every time the pain from tonight's punishment came back to remind her. And as she drifted off to sleep, she kept smiling, knowing that if he woke in a good mood tomorrow, and she didn't break any more rules, she would be able to enjoy all the pleasure that was denied to her tonight, and perhaps a little more.

Rule, Britannia



Quite, scared, breathless, heart beating out of her chest. The virgin stands there inside Gatwick Airport in London not knowing what to do. She didn't speak English, only Spanish. She mistakenly got on the wrong plane. ¿Donde estoy? The lost girl says, as she walks around like a deer in the headlights. He stands there from afar, 5 foot 10, leather coat, black tee and jeans. He says good bye to a neighbor who needed a ride to the airport. He looks at his iPhone as he turns to leave and sees her. Young and 18, 5 foot 2, 110lbs. breast DD. He moves to her as she starts to cry. Like a true gentlemen he wipes her tears away. She pulls back, ¿Quién es usted? ¡Déjame en paz! He grabs both her arms, his grip tight and powerful. She looks at his face, he's bald by choice, she stares into his brown eyes, and feels herself losing all control. She reaches a hand up to his face, caresses his cheek feeling his stubble. He knows at that moment that he is her master, her life and body is his to own. 

He leads her to his car, she is lifeless, a dummy, a puppet and he pulls the strings. He rolls up to his flat and takes her inside. He walks her into his bedroom and locks the door. He sits her on the bed, not knowing what to do with her. Why does she submit to him? Looking at her huge breast he feels his jeans tighten, he starts to sweat. Quickly he grabs a few neckties and lays her down on the bed. he binds her wrist and ankles to the bed feeling a rush blood from the top of his head to the bottom of his other head. she lays there, she does not move. What he wants to do to her she'll allow it to happen. 

He goes into the kitchen and gets a knife, he stares at her and makes a choice. He slashes at clothes cutting, tearing, and ripping them off. He drops the knife, takes off his coat, pulls off his t-shirt, she takes a good look at him. His broad shoulders and muscular forearms, his big pecs and hard nipples. His hard ripped 6-pack abs. his whole body covered in hair, not thick just very lightly. She watches as he pulls down his pants revealing his thong soaked in pre-cum. He takes it off and sits on the bed licking his lips while stroking his 10 inch uncut cock. He slowly sank down meeting her pussy, touching it, rubbing it. Opening her lips he see her hymen and knows she is a virgin, this makes him extremely hard. he kisses her lips, he runs his tongue all the way down to her ass and back up. he lightly licks, not wanting to break her hymen. She moans softly, this brings a smile to his face. 

Suddenly he stopped, he get on top of her and looks in her eyes. Slowly he runs his tongue across her closed lips, she slightly parted them, and his tongue darted into her mouth. It was a natural instinct that she begin sucking on it. He slowly pulled his tongue out of her mouth, moved to fuck her face. He rubbed his cock across her lips and then across her entire face. Across her nose, her eyes and all over her cheeks. He pushed his foreskin back so she can kiss the head. she licked up and down the underside of the shaft, down to his balls. 

Now sticking straight out right in front of her face, she opened her mouth and sucked it down into her throat. After his cock was nice and wet he move back down to her pussy. She gasped when she felt part of him enter. She felt a pop inside as her hymen broke as he forces all 10 inches in. her pussy ached terribly, as he held his position and let her get the feel of his equipment inside. It didn't take long and soon he begins to make small humps, out and in, out and in. The more he gyrated his hips, driving his dick in and out of her pussy the more pain she was in. she screams loud and he does not stop, just humps her faster. 

She tries to move her arms and legs but they are tied up. he slaps her hard across the face for trying to get away. She cry and screams and he fucks her faster ripping her pussy open, it bleeds. He says yeah you like that don't you, you dirty slut, you like this big hard cock in your virgin pussy. He smacks her again when her screams of pain turns to moans of love. She's not to enjoy it, she is there to please him not the other way around. After an hour he cannot hold back any more. he could feel the explosion building up inside, but before he could cum she squrting long streams of pussy juice as he fucked her. he speeded up his thrusts and pulled out, let out a loud scream and like a geyser shot out all over her, shooting gobs of cum. But he was not done, he stood on the bed and began to piss on her. Her then untied her and laid on the bed and said lick it up and she did. So happy was he to have his own sex slave. The End



Rule for Submissives



Rule One. Be yourself.

That's it. Be true to you and let the rest fall as it may. If it is your luck to find a really good Dom, then you will have a million and a half new things to learn, guidelines for your new life with Him or Her, new ways to express yourself and expand on your want to give and serve. But I think the only ironclad rule is that, to be yourself. Because let's face it, if you are just something hammered and chiseled at until you don't know who you are any more, then it isn't you. 

All any of us can be is our very best. Granted, a lot of us don't know what that is or how to go about it. For us subs, a great Dom is just what the doctor ordered. Someone with insight and passion to help us on a path of discovery and improvement to shape us into the shining person we would like to be. Personally, I still don't have much of a clue. I have some ideas, but they kind of just evaporate without a good kick in the pants.

Enter Himself, my Dominant, my loving and gorgeous One who speaks for my life and heart. Ever so lucky and happy me. I lack motivation, drive, ambition. I need a catalyst, someone to get me started and keep me going. 

Presto. Magic. Master.

I used to trip on that word. I prefer my own, a title I that I gave Him, but also say Master, as that is what He is. Were I a ship, He would not only have commissioned me, overseen the construction, and hand picked the crew, but would also be captain, navigator, and constant guest. I would be polished, proud, and have the finest sails on the sea. No pirate rig this, but a grand lady. Such is my Master.

As I have been an undiscovered sub my whole life, there are a great number of my responsibilities that I was already doing. Some devoted bowing and scraping to those who really didn't deserve it. I was taken. Flat out. Taken for everything I had, taken advantage of, taken for a fool, etc., etc. I will not be surprised if most of us have all been there, done that. Let us be proud who survived it, who bent but did not break, who rise above and find our station in life with a measure of pride. 

I have read, and now believe, that we are not doormats. We are not weak. We are not failures. We are submissive, giving, loving, accepting, pleasing, and beautiful for all of that and so much more. It took me a while to accept this. Sometimes I am apt to forget it, when life in general gets me down, but there is a voice that brings me back, with a smile and a warm feeling inside. My Dominant. Always there to remind me how precious my gift is to Him, how much I am loved and appreciated, and needed.

I see, as does He, that we are, as He says, opposite ends of the scale. Where He leads, I follow. Where He commands, I obey. I find my home at His hand, with His collar, in His heart. I can only wish the same joy for everyone, that they find where they truly belong, as I have.

I was not originally thrilled to learn I was a submissive, let alone what is termed a natural slave. I am stubborn, opinionated, often contrary, and downright unpleasant when I feel wronged or moved to another's defense. How could I be a subby, a slave, a plaything? Granted, I had been a doormat for all of my exes, and tended to have my life ran by anyone but myself, but that didn't make me a slave. Did it? I was still a person. Wasn't I? I had some spine, sometimes. I wasn't a complete failure. Was I?

Here is where I was a victim to misconception, the views of society in general, and my acquaintances in particular. My then boyfriend carefully helped me do some thinking that lead me to do some reading that brought about the discovery for myself of what He had known for some time. I had a very submissive personality. I was very likely in fact a natural slave. 

Quite a lot to take in. And I did some kicking and screaming. I was not going peacefully into this new night, this awakening, this life. What a mind job. And a half.

As I came into a somewhat grudging acceptance, I had more truths to face, and did a good bit of crying and wanting comforting. My love was there, never pushing, just nudging me off of the path to self destruction and onto the discoveries that deepen our relationship. Things don't always go where I want them too, often seems the exact opposite, but some people know what's best for me when I am blind, and thankfully, He has only my best interests at heart.

I started doing more reading, homework I call it, on my own. This was encouraged and He sent me sites and articles to expand my learning. Not all of them have been particularly useful, and several smacked of having been ripped off from others, but knowledge tends to be a good thing, though not always nice. We have both run across some complete nonsense that makes the eyes bleed. 

Which is, honestly, the reason I decided to give it a try myself. If talentless hacks can carve themselves a site to spout their views onto the world, then surely I can find a few places to attempt to help out by sharing a few views and bits of my own experience. I have been helped along by some very well put together essays by those in varying parts of the lifestyle. 

The least I can do is try to give a little back. I am a sub after all. Giving is what I was made for. And bliss it is, to please others, and so find my use.

We all have our separate paths, things to learn, growing to do, but the opening statement holds true. If you don't have yourself, you have lost. No matter what we become, what path we find for joy and need, we have to be true to our inner nature, or peace will never be a place we can rest. Keep searching, I know I do, but never let anyone strip away the most precious gift you have to offer. You.



Rule Number Eleven



The six Kikuyu elders slowly took their seats on the ground opposite the equal number of Shulula Chiefs and spent the better part of the next hour passing the tobacco pipe in silence before one of the Kikuyu elders finally spoke.

"It has been ten generations since the brave few from your tribe left their ancestral home and came to this wilderness," said Jomo, one of the Kikuyu Elders, "and you have always traded with the Kikuyu honorably."

"And the Kikuyu have always been a friend of the Shulula," said the old Shulula chief, Singing Badger.

"Why have you summoned us?" asked one of the Elders.

"I have had a dream," replied Singing Badger, followed by Jomo.

"And I too have had a dream, the same dream."

"It was of a child," declared Singing Badger. 

"A very unusual child," added Jomo.

"A child blessed of the Great Spirit," said Singing Badger, after again partaking of the pipe.

"A child of the wind," continued Jomo.

"If we take it for our own and care for it well, we will be blessed," assured Singing Badger.

"From where is this child to come?" asked one of the Elders.

"As Jomo has said," replied Singing Badger "it will come on the wind."

"We are Kikuyu and Shulula," said another of the Elders, "Of what people is this child?"

"It will not be Shulula and it will not be Kikuyu, but it will become that with which it lives," said Singing Badger. 

"And it will come on the wind," Jomo repeated.

"That is a very strange dream," offered one of the Chiefs.

"Old men often have strange dreams," offered another elder, "and old men can oftentimes be very foolish."

"Perhaps," offered still another elder, "but if an old man, even a very foolish one, told you he had dreamed there was a jewel by your left foot, would you not look?"

"Children are a blessing to all," said one of the Kikuyu Elders, "and we are a prosperous people."

"The Shulula are strong and this is an abundant land," countered one of the Shulula Chiefs, "We could provide."

"Is it to be a boy child or a girl child?" asked one of the Elders.

"That is a part of the dream that I could not understand," replied Singing Badger, "Sometimes it appeared as a boy and other times as a girl and other times as both."

"I don't know about Singing Badger and Jomo," laughed one of the Chiefs, the oldest among them, "but I think I still remember how to tell." 

"If it is a boy, that would be a good thing. If it is a girl, that would also be a good thing. If it is both, I think the Swahili should have it," said one of the Elders, again prompting laughter.

"We must decide which of our people will get the child," said Jomo.

"When the time comes, I think Jomo and Singing Badger should fight to the death to decide," joked another, this time to the biggest laugh of all.

"I propose that if it is a girl, it will live with the Kikuyu," reasoned Jomo, "Girls make good traders."

"That would be acceptable," said Singing Badger, "and if it is a boy it will live with the Shulula and learn to hunt."

For the better part of the next hour, the men of both tribes passed the pipe around in silence, giving everyone a chance to reflect on the decision. 

When it was clear there were no objections and that everyone was in agreement, the Kikuyu rose and departed and the Shulula turned in for the night.

:)

"The others...they don't believe in dreams, not like we do," declared Jomo, as he and Singing Badger stood for the third night in a row beneath the big tree next to the big rock they had seen in their dream.

"Most dreams are nonsense," said Singing Badger, "but I believe in this one."

"As do I," affirmed Jomo.

Waiting further still through most of the windswept, cloudy and pitch black night, it wasn't until just before morning that their patience was rewarded by the sight of a small amber glow just at the limits of their vision. 

Slowly changing to the color of amber and then green and then gold before repeating the sequence over and over, it slowly moved nearer and nearer to them.

"I have never seen anything like that before," observed Singing Badger, "and it wasn't in my dream."

"Nor I, nor mine," agreed Jomo.

Their senses and their expectations now heightened to the extreme, both men almost jumped in fear as they suddenly beheld a very old black man with pure white hair suddenly appear out of the darkness, the light from his glowing pendant revealing the wicker basket he held in front of him.

And who are you?" asked Jomo.

"I am who I am," said the old man.

Cautiously reaching forward, Jomo lifted the small blanket covering the basket to reveal the calm, even serene, face of two creamy white infants.

"Well now," exclaimed Singing Badger.

"That explains why we couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl," declared Jomo, "So be it."

"So be it," agreed Singing Badger.

"So be it, indeed" repeated Jomo, as he took the basket from the old man's arms, but both men then watched in further amazement as he took the glowing pendant from his neck and another from a bag slung over his shoulder and placed them on each child's chest.

Resting until their color once again became that of a golden sunset, the pendants began to glow brighter and brighter and slowly change shape until the one on the girl had become a butterfly and the one on the boy had become an eagle.

Lifting the pendant from the girl, the old man placed it around Singing Badger's neck as he spoke.

"You will always live in her heart as one who believed in her. By this she will recognize you. If the pendant ever again glows, you will know she needs you."

"If she ever needs me, I will come," said Singing Badger.

Placing the eagle pendant from the boy around Jomo's neck, the old black man repeated the words and Jomo promised that if the boy ever needed help he would surely respond.

"Do they have names?" asked Jomo.

"You may call them as you will," advised the old man, but my name for her is Karapuleaanamichelo," 

answered the old black man, "and my name for him is Sondaleeakumasinbortok."

"Beautiful Transcendent Butterfly," said Jomo.

"He Who Commands Lions and Eagles," said Singing Badger.

"That is correct," declared the old black man, "but you must never tell or say those names to anyone. Someday a man will come who knows those names and by that you will know him as a man you can trust." 

Retrieving two small injectors from his bag, the old black man then placed them in turn on each infant's chest and pulled the trigger.

"By this, she will be black like the Kikuyu and he will be brown like the Shulula," declared the old black man.

Saying nothing further, he turned and quickly disappeared into the windswept night, leaving Jomo and Singing Badger once again alone.

"I'm going to call him, Soars with Eagles," declared Singing Badger.

"I'm going to call her Meecha," declared Jomo.

"This child will bless your tribe," said Singing Badger, as Jomo covered the basket with the small blanket for the trip home.

"And you must come visit her often, and offer me advice," offered Jomo.

"As you must do for me," smiled Singing Badger.

"We were wise to believe in dreams," said Jomo.

"One thing I don't understand," said Singing Badger, "Butterfly's don't like the wind."

"This one will," assured Jomo, "This butterfly will use the wind to soar like an eagle."

"May the natural world be with you, Jomo," offered Singing Badger, as he wrapped the boy in his shirt and watched Jomo disappear into the night, but even after he was out of sight, he smiled as he heard him begin whistling a happy tune as he and the butterfly headed toward their destiny. 

:)

Jomo sat in his camp chair and watched with amusement as the girl carefully made her last check of the harness before kissing each of the big oxen on the nose while scratching its ears in prelude to the coming hard days trek. It was something she insisted on doing every morning and even at only ten years old, the only thing he had to help her with was the big yoke.

She was much better with the oxen than he was. They were always cranky and stubborn in the morning if it was he or anyone else who tried to harness them, but they followed the girl around like eager little puppies. 

For her, they would do anything.

"Okay, Jomo!" Ready to go! Another day and a long way to go! Better get cracking," she announced with enthusiasm as she made her way up onto the big wheel and finally to the big cushioned wagon seat, "If we want those suckers money, we have to go get it!"

"The gods have surely blessed me in my old age," Jomo said to himself as he folded his chair and fastened it to the side of the wagon, "This child is a wonder."

"Suwahdeeohh!!!" Jomo allowed the girl to call out to the oxen after he had taken the reins and settled in for another glorious day of endless pestering questions, totally unpredictable conversation and outrageous antics which began almost immediately after the oxen had taken their first step.

"I saw a snake this morning when I went to get the oxen," she announced, "It wouldn't listen to me and go on about its way so I had to get a stick and beat its ass."

"Goddamn it, Meecha, I've told you about cussing," admonished Jomo, "You're not old enough to cuss."

"I don't know why not," she argued, "You say that all the time. Just yesterday you told me that if I got into the sugar one more time you were going to beat my ass."

"And I meant it too," declared Jomo.

"No you didn't," she retorted confidently.

"Well, if you don't stop wearing that shirt you made out of dirty rags to the suckers camp to sell your cookies I'm going to," warned Jomo.

"I don't do that," countered the girl.

"Liar," declared Jomo.

"Well, you know how it is" she reasoned, "Those suckers can't stand to see a girl my age without a descent shirt. Last time I got three new shirts, two new dresses and two candy bars."

"That chocolate was good," admitted Jomo.

"Chocolate is like your own little patch of heaven," she declared, "When I get to heaven I'm not going to eat anything but chocolate."

"You're not going to get there if you don't stop going around without your shirt," declared Jomo.

"Jomo, do you think there really is a heaven?" she asked, ignoring Jomo's additional admonition.

"No, but I still want to go," answered Jomo.

"Jomo, exactly where is heaven?" asked the girl.

"Hell if I know," answered Jomo, "Everywhere I guess, except wherever you are. It's up in the sky or something like that."

"And what do people do there?" asked the girl.

"Whatever they want," answered Jomo, "Whatever makes them happy."

"What if they want to cuss?" asked the girl.

"Nobody in heaven wants to cuss," assured Jomo.

"Why not?" asked the girl.

"There's nothing to cuss about, I guess," answered Jomo.

"Do people go naked in heaven?" she asked.

"No, never," answered Jomo, "They wear clothes all the time and it's always the same clothes and they never get dirty and they never have to go to the bathroom either."

"So why don't the snakes listen to me?" asked the girl, returning to the subject of the snake after 

contemplating Jomo's words, "The oxen listen to me and the horses listen to me and the dogs listen to me, and even the chickens listen to me. Why don't the snakes listen to me?"

"Because snakes don't have ears," replied Jomo.

"They don't?" she exclaimed in amazement.

"Nope," answered Jomo.

"Well, then they're just going to have to get their asses beat," she declared.

"What would you say to a snake anyway?" asked Jomo.

"I would say... stop biting people, and stop eating little baby birds... and mice too. Mice never hurt anyone."

"Well then, there you have it. That's why snakes don't have ears," declared Jomo.

"I don't get it."

"Nobody has anything to say that a snake wants to hear," announced Jomo.

"Snakes are so bad," declared the girl.

"No, they're just snakes," said Jomo.

"Well, they're not good," reasoned the girl.

"No, they're just snakes," reiterated Jomo, "snakes don't know about good and bad. They just know how to be snakes."

"People are like that," announced the girl.

"Like snakes?" asked Jomo.

"They only hear what they want to hear," she said.

"Umm..." agreed Jomo.

Taking a break from the conversation and deciding it was time for some recreation, the girl worked her way over the big footrest of the wagon until she could jump onto one of the oxen's back. 

Jumping back and forth from animal to animal as they plodded along, she amused herself for a while before giving each of them it's turn of her riding on it's neck in a big hug and again scratching it's ears and expressing her love for it before returning to the wagon and standing on her head in front of the wagon bench, holding herself in place by wrapping her legs around Jomo's waist.

"I like to be upside down," she declared, "Do you like to be upside down, Jomo?"

"I used to when I was your age," replied Jomo, "Not so much any more."

Using her youthful suppleness to raise directly up and sit in Jomo's lap, she once again asked for her favorite thing.

"Tell me the story again, Jomo," she pleaded, hugging him around the neck.

"I've told you the story a thousand times, Meecha," said Jomo, knowing he was going to tell her again, but resisting just so he could hear her beg.

"I know, but I want to hear it again... Pleeezzzeee"

"Oh, alright," Jomo began... "Singing Badger and I had a dream, the same dream... it was a dark and windy night... and the pendant glowed... and the old man disappeared into the night..."

"And I was white?" she asked, also for the thousandth time.

"White as the snow on Kilimanjaro," said Jomo, "and your hair was sandy blond."

"Jomo, "What are white people like?" she asked.

"Like black people," answered Jomo, "Only white."

"And you don't know who my father is?" she asked.

"No, Meecha, I don't know," replied Jomo.

"Or my mother?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't," replied Jomo.

"Do you think I'm going to be pretty when I grow up, Jomo," she asked.

"You're not going to live that long if you don't stop getting into the sugar," declared Jomo.

:)

"Goddamn snake!" exclaimed Meecha, as Jomo reined the oxen to a halt just in time. 

Jumping from the wagon seat and working her way down the big front wheel and onto the ground before Jomo could stop her, she scurried as quickly as she could to protect her beloved beasts.

"Meecha! Goddamn it! You crazy girl!" yelled Jomo, but he knew he might as well be yelling at a tree. She never listened to him. She never had and she never would. 

Still a few days shy of her tenth birthday, it only meant that she had almost ten years of practice doing exactly as she pleased and nothing Jomo could say or do was ever going to change it. 

Of course, there was nothing he would change even if he could, except to live a little longer just to see what she would do next. He also knew that if something were to happen to her, he would die of a broken heart before sundown.

"Meecha! Watch it now! It'll spit at you! Watch your eyes, Meecha!" pleaded Jomo, as she first waved her arms to divert the big cobra's attention and entice it to turn away from the oxen before raising up and flaring its head in anger and warning.

Too old to do anything but watch helplessly, Jomo's fear turned to abject horror as his precious beautiful transcendent butterfly slowly went to her knees in front of the snake before taking off her shirt and wrapping it around her eyes. 

Thus protected, but also blind, as it twice spit at her, she simply clasped her hands together and lay them in her lap as the big reptile swayed its head back and forth in an effort to size up its opponent.

For over a full minute, but what seemed like an eternity to Jomo, the standoff continued until the big cobra slowly lowered itself back to the ground and slithered off at top speed and the girl casually removed the shirt from around her head and rejoined Jomo on the wagon seat as if the whole thing had been nothing.

"Have you learned to talk to snakes then?" asked Jomo, as she threw her shirt in the back of the wagon and propped her bare feet up on the footrest in satisfaction.

"Sort of," she answered, "I can't talk to them, they're too stupid, but I can make them feel things."

"And what did you make that one feel?" asked Jomo, as amazed as he had ever been in his life, but not for a minute doubting what she was telling him.

"Safe," she answered.

"Aren't you going to put another shirt on?" asked Jomo, as always, uncomfortable with her carefree approach to clothing.

"No, I don't think so," she answered, "No use to get two shirts dirty in one day."

"I suppose not," grumbled Jomo.

"Besides I will get another one when I go to sell my cookies in the sucker's camp tonight," she declared, "Chances are I'll get two or three, maybe even four. Trust me, for a girl my age, a dirty shirt is like a goldmine."

"Well, you might as well get it while you can," laughed Jomo.

"I may never have to buy another shirt again as long as I live," she laughed, happily.

"Now, Meecha," Jomo admonished her again, "Proper ladies don't go around in dirty shirts."

"Oh, alright, alright," surrendered Meecha, "don't worry, I understand, but for now its fun and besides, I'm just doing them a favor. I get free stuff and they get to feel good about themselves. I know I'll have to be a proper lady when the time comes, but in the meantime I'm going to get it while the getting is good."

"Spoken like a true trader," said Jomo, "but you know you're slipping, you haven't gotten any chocolate for a while.

"You have to beg for chocolate," she informed him, "I'm too old now to beg. I have to use bait now."

"You're going to have to beg if you want your birthday present," said Jomo.

"No I'm not!" she exclaimed, "I better not!"

"You're going to have to beg like a dog," said Jomo, "a hungry homeless dog."

"Maybe I will start begging again after all," she declared, "I'm going beg for money and when I get enough, 

I'm going to hire somebody to beat your ass."

"Not when you see what I'm going to give your for your birthday," grinned Jomo again.

:)

"Singing Badger!!" Meecha cried happily, as she ran and jumped into his arms, not paying any attention to the white man who accompanied him until she had gotten her hugs and he had carried her to the big bench under the wagon awning.

"Meecha, this is Jack, Ranger Jack," said Singing Badger, as he finally directed her attention to the red-headed white man with the big gold badge on his shirt and the ranger tattoo on his forearm.

"Hello, Meecha," he addressed her cheerfully, before handing her a small bag of chocolate, "I've heard a lot about you, happy birthday."

"How do you do," said Meecha, politely, but also now somewhat wary, aware that something big was afoot, "Thank you very much."

"Meecha," began the big Ranger, "Today is your tenth birthday and a long time ago it was decided that on this day I would tell you something very important."

"Okay," she answered, now more wary than ever, as she felt the presence of the three grown men surrounding her now looming large.

"Meecha," said Jack, now bending down on one knee to be less imposing and more friendly, "As I said, I have something to tell you, but first I have something to give you"

"Okay," she answered, but so great was her anticipation and apprehension she was only able to slowly reach out and take the small flat leather pouch from the big ranger as he held it out for her, but upon opening the pouch, her heart leaped as she beheld a small photograph of a white man and woman.

"Who are they?" she asked, already suspecting and desperately hoping she knew the answer.

"They are your parents," affirmed the big ranger.




Rule Number Eleven



"How do you know?" she asked.

"They are my friends," answered Jack, "His name is Buddy and your mother's name is Maggie." 

Now looking at the imposing ranger without fear, she astonished them all with her pronouncement, "My mother loved me very much."

"Yes she did love you, Meecha," affirmed Jack, with a smile, "Both your parents loved you very much and they desperately wanted to keep you, but the government wouldn't let them. Do you know what the government is, Meecha?"

"Kind of," she offered, "They tell everyone what to do."

"That's right," affirmed Jack, "and they took you away and were going to give you to another man and woman, but your mother asked me to help, so another man and I stole you away from the government and gave you to Jomo for safekeeping. 

Now listen to me very carefully, Meecha, when you are twenty-one years old the government won't care any more and I will be able to tell you who your parents are and how to find them, but until then you must never let anyone else see that picture. If the government finds out you have it they will come and take you away and none of us will ever see you again. Do you understand?"

"I understand," she answered.

"Good," said Jack, "Now, there is something else your mother wanted me to give you."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Your name," Jack answered.

"My name?" she asked, her eyes moistening for the first time, "What is it?"

Your name is Abrielle," Jack answered.

"Thank you," said the now at least partially fulfilled young girl.

"My pleasure," offered Jack.

"I don't want anyone to call me by that name yet," Meecha announced, unexpectedly, "I don't want anyone to call me that until I meet my mother." 

"Very well, Meecha, but there's also something else," said Jack, handing her a small piece of paper with a string of numbers on it, "Do you know what the box is, Meecha?"

"The big computer in Switzerland," she answered, "It has everything everybody knows in it, everything in the world. I look stuff up in there on my computer when the battery is charged."

"That's right," said Jack, "Now, if anything ever happens to me, when you are twenty-one you can look in the box under that number and you will be able to find your parents, but you must never ever do so before then or the government will find out and, like I said before, they will take you away. 

You must memorize that number and then throw that piece of paper in the fire. All these secrets are yours now, Meecha. It is up to you to keep them. Your mother is depending on you."

"I have one more question," declared Meecha.

"Sure," said Jack.

"I am black now. When I get to be twenty-one, are you sure my mother will still want me?

"As sure as I am that the sun will come up tomorrow," answered Jack.

:)

"He was telling the truth, you know," declared Meecha, as Jomo drove the wagon along just outside the ribbon of trees that lined the bank of Zipawa Creek.

"Who, Ranger Jack?" asked Jomo.

"Yeah," answered Meecha.

"I'm sure he was," said Jomo.

"No, I know he was," she insisted, "I can tell."

"You can tell?" said Jomo.

"I can always tell," she assured him, "Did you know that, Jomo? I don't know how I know, but I can always tell if people are telling the truth."

"And you are sure?" asked Jomo.

"Just as sure as I am that you are taking me to go see my brother," said Meecha.

"Who said you have a brother?" asked Jomo, greatly surprised she should know what she had never been told.

"I know you wanted to surprise me for my birthday," she smiled, but I already know. I have always known. I remember him from when we were inside mother."

"Meecha, nobody can remember being inside their mother," said Jomo.

"I can," she assured him, "and I can tell when people are lying and I can talk to animals and I can do other things I haven't told anyone about, even you."

"Meecha, can you really do those things?" already knowing in his own heart that she could, but wanting to hear it from her.

"Yeah," she assured him again, taking a long pause before making her definitive comment, "Jomo, I'm not like other people."

"But in a good way, Meecha," said Jomo.

"Are you sure?" she asked, tentatively.

"I am certain," said Jomo, "but you know, Meecha, it might be best if you keep certain things between just you and me. People get very afraid of things they don't understand and when they get afraid they get mean. 

Do you understand what I'm talking about, Meecha?"

"I understand," she answered, softly. 

Riding in silence for a while, they continued to work their way along the creek until a mother warthog suddenly came running from the trees with her brood of little ones. Pausing only long enough to look at them for a moment before once again rushing off into the tall grass, the event served as a sudden call to action for Meecha.

"JOMO!! GET THE DART GUN! HURRY!" she yelled as she jumped on the big lever that served as the 

emergency release for the oxen. Needing all her weight to force the lever down and free the big animals before scrambling down to the ground, she quickly grabbed the big wooden staff she always kept tied to the side of the wagon.

Working as quickly as she could to pull the pins and relieve the oxen of their final burden of the big yoke as Jomo quickly retrieved the dart gun from its holster beneath the wagon seat, he made it to the ground just in time to see her dash into the trees at a full run, holding her big stick high in the air, her devoted oxen flanking 

her on each side, their eyes wide and mean in their determination to do her bidding.

Following as quickly as his old legs would carry him, Jomo had only his ears to inform him that a battle had begun as the morning came alive with the ugly cackling and screaming protests of a pack of surprised and angry hyenas. 

With a prayer on his lips and trepidation in his heart, he pressed on and finally arrived just in time to see the second engagement of the battle as the two big horned oxen charged again into the pack of hyenas with the young girl maintaining her position between them, flailing away with her big stick and yelling and cursing at the nefarious animals, forcing them to scatter, only to circle around again and regroup.

Now yelling and cursing at the animals himself and blowing on his hypersonic whistle, Jomo sought out the big matriarch and took aim at her with the dart gun, but found it wasn't necessary as the hyenas impeccable timing and good judgment sent them quickly on their way, once again loudly cackling their displeasure.

Thinking to chastise his young charge for her rashness, however futile the exercise might be, Jomo was caught up short as he saw her quickly go to the crook of a large tree to assist the object and the cause of all the mornings commotion; a frail old black man with no teeth and no hair.

:)

"So can you not talk to hyenas?" teased Jomo, later that night, after they had eaten their supper and began to slowly enjoy the last of the chocolate Ranger Jack had given Meecha for her birthday.

"I did talk to them," she replied, but they told me to go to hell."

"That's hyenas for you," said Jomo, "I hate them fuckers."

"You don't hate snakes," reasoned Meecha.

"Snakes don't know any better," said Jomo, "Hyenas know better, they just don't care."

"Ummm," she responded.

"Meecha," said Jomo, "There's something you should know. The old man, he will sleep for two days and two nights. On the third day he will awaken and have a good day and on the third night he will die."

"I know," replied Meecha, and on his last day, he will tell us his story."

"I think it will be a good story," said Jomo, "Every man should have a good story to tell on his last day."

"What is your story going to be?" teased Meecha.

"My story is going to be the best dying story ever told," declared Jomo.

"You mean you're going to lie," she laughed.

"You bet your ass," laughed Jomo, "I'm going to tell the best lie anyone has ever heard."

:)

Waking up just after the sun sent its first shaft of light through the canopy of trees to shine on his face, the old man opened his eyes to see Meecha and Jomo sitting beside him. Waiting until they had helped him brace some pillows and bedding up against the tree for him to lean against, he finally offered his greeting.

"I am Gabril if you will. If you won't, you won't. It's up to you if you do."

"I am Jomo and this is Meecha," informed Jomo.

"A very brave child, if perhaps a bit wild, not that I'm complaining," said Gabril, with a big grin, "That was some serious strife and you saved my life, would you like to be my wife when you grow up?"

"I don't think so," replied Meecha, with a little laugh.

"Well, you can't blame an old man dying from trying can you, Meecha," said Gabril.

"Do you always rhyme when you talk?" asked Meecha.

"Of course not, don't be a snot," replied Gabril.

"You are Sintam," declared Jomo.

"Wrong as the day is long," replied Gabril, "I am Chinobe. Always was and always will be."

"Liar," laughed Meecha.

"Oh, alright, Sintam I am," affirmed Gabril.

"What brings you out here?" asked Jomo.

"It's the tree you see," replied Gabril, simply.

"You must be hungry," said Jomo, abruptly ending the conversation, as Meecha gave him an inquisitive look, "If you will excuse us, Meecha and I will fix you a fine breakfast.

"How fine to dine with friends of mine," replied Gabril.

:)

"He's a crazy old fucker," declared Meecha after she and Jomo had retreated to the back of the wagon and began preparing the meal.

"No," said Jomo, "He's just giddy from what his body is going through. Once he has had some breakfast he will settle down. I know you like him, Meecha, and I am sorry, but you know that by the time the moon is high he will begin to die. Nothing can change that."

"I know," she assured, as Jomo gave her a little hug, "Will it be painful for him?"

"I'm afraid so," replied Jomo, "and it's going to be painful for you too if I hear you saying fucker again."

"Then we should fix him a very fine breakfast," declared Meecha, ignoring Jomo's admonition.

"Indeed we will," said Jomo.

:)

"Do you know what the Sintam are sometimes called?" asked Gabril, after they had finished eating and invested a polite amount of time in silence.

"Johnny Kapoks," replied Jomo, "because they are always planting Kapok trees."

"Right you are by far," said Gabril, "and do you know why old guy?"

"They make their statues out of them," responded Jomo.

"That they do," said Gabril, "but it is more than the tree they woo. To the Sintam the Kapok is a sacred tree. It was from the seed of the Kapok tree that the Sintam were born as a people. It is from the Kapok tree that the Sintam flourish and find good fortune."

"If you say so," said Jomo.

"In my bag, do not lag, child that is wild," demanded Gabril, pointing to his bag and then producing one of the wooden statues for which the Sintam were famous throughout the wilderness.

"It is the glory of my story," said Gabril, handing the statue to Jomo, "so spy with your eye and fidget with your digits."

"Obviously I cannot see what I cannot see," said Jomo, after examining it carefully for a while without success.

"The main is in the grain," instructed Gabril, "Look very carefully."

"Kapok is very grainy wood," said Jomo, as he continued to examine the wood, "I do notice one grain pattern here forms a loop. It is the only one. That's all I can see."

"The loop is the scoop," said Gabril, "Take your knife and enhance your life."

Slowly carving the wood away, Jomo took the next few minutes to reach the center of the statue before his eyes opened wide and his efforts soon produced a bright and shiny stone, which he held in his palm in astonishment.

"Diamond," he said softly.

"For much longer than anyone can remember the Sintam have traded in fine jewels," said Gabril, "Diamonds, rubies, amber, all the fine jewels of Africa, and for that same amount of time, they have hidden them in the wood of the Kapok tree. You see, if you split the bark and place a jewel there, the wood will grow around it and leave only that one sign in the grain."

"That's how they smuggle their stones," said Jomo, "inside the statues, and they know which ones have the stone by the pattern of the grain."

"Right you are by far," confirmed Gabril.

"Very clever," said Jomo, "but why are you telling us this, why would you tell us this secret?"

"I do not betray my people," replied Gabril, "I know of you, Jomo, everyone in the wilderness knows of you. 

You are a man of honor, so much so that you were chosen to be blessed by the child of the wind. Everyone knows that. The secrets of the Sintam are safe with you, besides it's the tree you see."

"What do you mean?" asked Jomo.

"I mean what I said," said Gabril, "The tree, the one blessed tree. I have been searching for it all my life. You and I are too old, but maybe the child, this blessed wild child can find it."

"The one blessed tree?" inquired Jomo.

"Fifty years before and five hundred more, my people planted a Kapok tree," continued Gabril, "It was just one of thousands of course, but upon their return the next year they found it flourishing as none had ever before flourished. Believing it was a blessed tree, they decided that forever more, no matter where the people wandered, their true home would be this tree.

It was also decided that twice a year each family would put at least one jewel in the tree for the people, should misfortune ever befall them. 

Over time, the tree became so valuable that it was never left unguarded, but one afternoon when the people were away at a nearby stream fishing, the young man who was assigned to guard it decided to slip away to a nearby stream to be with his sweetheart. When both he and the people returned, the tree was gone, cut down and carried away, never to be seen again."

"How many jewels were in the tree?" asked Jomo.

"Enough to reach to the sea and three more," replied Gabril.

"What happened to the lovers?" asked Meecha.

"The girl was given away to be the wife of another and the young man was banished forever," answered Gabril.

"How do you know all this?" asked Jomo.

"Because he was me, you see," replied Gabril.

"Humm," said Jomo, "Someone must not know what they have. A find like that could never be kept a secret. They must have just taken it for lumber. It's probably a beam in someone's lodge."

"Right you are by far," agreed Gabril.

:)

"Is he telling the truth, Meecha?" asked Jomo, after they had spent a fine afternoon listening to the other stories Gabril had for them and had once again retreated to the wagon to prepare the evening meal.

"He's not lying," replied Meecha, "I don't know if what he said is true, but in his mind it is."

"So unless he's a crazy old fucker, it's all true," laughed Jomo.

"Okay, that's it," declared Meecha, "from now on I can say fucker whenever I want."

"No you can't," argued Jomo.

"What are you going to do, beat my fucking ass?" laughed Meecha, but then had to shriek and dodge the big spoon Jomo was using to stir the meal as he tried to smack her on the head with it.

:)

"How fine to dine with friends such as mine," repeated Gabril, after they had eaten and shared the meal.

"It was a very fine day," agreed Jomo, and the three of them continued to talk until the moon began to rise and all three knew there was nothing left to say or do except wait for the inevitable.

Catching a look from Meecha, Jomo thought hard within himself, but then decided it was he who must escort Gabril into the next life.

"I think it's time for Meecha to turn in now, Gabril my friend," said Jomo, "She shall see you in the morning when we will once again fix you a fine breakfast. I think you will be up and about by noon if I'm any judge."

"Thank you, Jomo, man of honor," said Gabril, as his eyes met Jomo's and they exchanged the handshake that they both knew would be their last, "Yes, I think I should like a nice long walk tomorrow afternoon."

Holding his hand for the next two hours, Meecha entertained the old man with her own stories of her parents and her exploits in the sucker camps and shared the secrets of the trading life until she saw the first wave of pain overcome Gabril's face, even though he didn't cry out.

"In my stick is the trick, child that is wild," said Gabril, softly, "Read it and heed it and you shall be rich."

"I will, but is there anything else I can do for you, Gabril, my friend?" asked Meecha.

"I think what needs to be done now is for Jomo to do," declared Gabril, "but thank you anyway."

"You know what I want you to do, if it will cause you no harm," declared Gabril, after Meecha had gone back to the wagon.

"Are you sure," asked Jomo.

"My sure is pure, and my request is best," answered Gabril.

"The moon is very beautiful tonight, don't you think, Gabril?" asked Jomo.

"I cannot take my eyes off it," answered Gabril.

Pulling the dart gun from his waistband, Jomo felt Gabril's chest with his fingers until he found just the right spot between his ribs. Placing the gun firmly, he pulled the trigger, sending the dart straight into the old man's heart...

:)

Riding along in uncharacteristic silence, they spent the first three hours of the morning listening only to the creaking of the oxen's harness and the jostling of the wagon's contents until Jomo finally spoke.

"He went easy, Meecha. It didn't hurt," declared Jome

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure," said Jomo, the tone of his simple statement offering her comfort and assuring her every bit as much as the words.

Seeking further comfort for herself, Meecha left the wagon seat and rode the oxen for a while, giving each their customary ear scratching before once again returning to sit beside Jomo and hearing him give another pronouncement as he looked up into the sky and watched an eagle as it swooped down to look at them more closely.

"I've never seen an eagle do that before," said Jomo, "They know what wagons are. They usually avoid them, but that one's been back three times already this morning."

"That's because it's on an errand," declared Meecha, simply.

"What do you mean?" asked Jomo.

"You'll see," she declared, softly.

Not bothering to ask, Jomo waited another thirty minutes in silence until a lone horse and very small rider suddenly appeared before them.

"That's a Shulula boy," observed Jomo, "but that's no boy's horse. That's the most magnificent horse I've ever seen. That's no ordinary Shulula boy, that's for sure. It has to be Soars Like an Eagle."

"You're right," agreed Meecha, "It's no ordinary Shulula boy at all, it's my brother."

Simultaneously dismounting, the young boy and girl walked toward each other until they were close enough to touch before falling to their knees and leaning forward until their foreheads met, leaving Jomo with nothing to do but watch in amazement as the eagle landed on the seat beside him and brother and sister spoke to each other for the first time in their lives.

"Beloved Sister... Beloved Brother." 

:) 

For the next two weeks, Jomo kept to himself, catching up on a collection of little things that needed doing as the brother and sister basked in the joy of each others company. 

Wasting no moments, they spent from every sunup to every midnight swimming and playing, taking the oxen on long walks and riding the boy's magnificent horse both far and wide.

If they had been normal children of course, he would never have let them be out and about on their own, but it was clear they were not normal children and from the very first moment he had met him, he realized the boy was more capable of taking care of the both of them than he was and both points were only emphasized the first time they had taken the horse out for a ride. 




Rule Number Eleven



He had climbed up on the wagon seat and watched them with his field glasses and just before the were out of his line of sight he saw two of the most dangerous beasts in the wilderness, a pair of male bachelor lions, suddenly emerge from the tall grass and start toward them. 

At first he had been shocked and terrified, but both emotions were quickly transformed into simple amazement and even amusement as he watched the two beasts calmly fall in along each side of the beautiful horse, not as predators, but as protectors.

Seeing the eagle also soaring high above them, he knew that if he was needed the faithful bird would come for him, but he also knew it would never have to.

"This will be a good story to tell just before I die," thought Jomo to himself, "but no one will believe it. Hell, I just saw it and I don't believe it."

There was one other thing Jomo realized about the children. He realized just how lonely he would be without the girl. 

He was already feeling it a little bit and would have felt it more were it not for the wonderful early evenings when they would come back and the three of them would prepare and eat the splendid suppers they were able to cook because the boy was so good with the bow.

Amazingly, he could shoot a pheasant or sage hen out of the air or hit a sitting rabbit at 100 yards with ease and thus they had fresh game every night for supper.

Always falling asleep around the fire shortly after supper, of course, he would awaken shortly after midnight and go to his hammock, but on the way he could never resist taking a peek into the wagon just to make sure the children were alright, and his heart was unfailingly warmed as he would see them always the same, fast asleep, still tightly wrapped in each others arms.

:)

"Beloved Brother, tell me again about your name," asked Meecha, as they sat on a big rock holding hands and dangling their feet in the water.

"Jack said Mother didn't give me a name like she did you because she said a man should be able to name his own son.

"And he doesn't know about you?" asked Meecha, "He doesn't know where you are?

"He only knows he has a son somewhere in the world," the boy continued, "but when I get to be twenty-one Ranger Jack will tell him everything and he will find me and he will give me my name."

"Do you want to look at the pictures again?" asked Meecha.

"Yeah," replied the boy as they dove into their pockets and began sharing the two small pictures again as they had already done countless times before.

"At least we know their names. I remember Father used to put his hand on Mother's belly," added Meecha, 

"He made her very happy."

"That's when she used to sing to us." recalled the boy.

"Yeah," added Meecha, with a little laugh, "It was very nice, but mother is a terrible singer."

"Yeah," said BuddySon, "but I sure would like to hear it again."

"Beloved Brother, what going to happen to us?" asked Meecha.

"What do you mean?" replied BuddySon, "Nothings going to happen to us."

"But we're not like other people," said Meecha.

"I know we're different," said BuddySon, "but we're the same too. Besides I'm always going to take care of you."

"I don't need you to take care of me," insisted Meecha, "I can take care of myself."

"I know," said BuddySon, "but I'm going to, anyway."

"You better," said Meecha.

"One think I can tell you for sure," vowed the boy, "Someday we're all going to be together again and stay that way forever."

"Even after we grow up and get married and stuff?" asked Meecha.

"Especially when we grow up and get married," he assured her, "We're all of us going to live together, all of us, in one big house."

"I am going to marry a very nice man, and handsome too, just like Father," declared Meecha.

"I think I'm going to have two wives," braved the boy, "Maybe three."

"Oh will you now!" laughed Meecha, "Well, if you have two wives then I am going to have two husbands, maybe even three."

"You can't do that," declared the boy, "Girls can't do that, only boys."

"I can do anything you can do... fucker!" declared Meecha, before she felt a jab to her ribs, "Oh!... NO!... 

Brother! Noooo!!" 

:) 

Feigning annoyance as she crawled into his lap, forcing him to maneuver the oxen reins around her, Jomo grumbled sufficiently enough to elicit a big hug from Meecha as compensation, which was, of course, his intent.

"Thank you, Jomo, that was the best birthday present ever. You're the best guy in the whole world."

"Damn right," said Jomo, "and don't you forget it."

"I won't," promised Meecha.

"Are you sure you understand the numbers in the stick with the jewels?" asked Jomo, after they had ridden a bit further.

"I'm sure," she assured.

"And you're sure you got the co-ordinates right?" he persisted.

"I'm sure," she repeated, indulgently.

"And all the messages went through?" he pressed on. 

"Everything is perfect," Meecha insisted, "It's all set."

"So be it," said Jomo.

:)

"Well, tomorrow's the day," said Jomo, as they sat around the evening campfire, "You understand exactly what you're supposed to do, Meecha?"

"I understand," she assured him.

"And you won't disobey me? You won't do anything on your own? You have to promise," insisted Jomo.

"I promise," replied Meecha," but you know we don't have to wait for tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" asked Jomo.

"I mean, they have to be camped somewhere around here," said Meecha, "and it's a dark night."

"Traders rule number four," said Jomo, "always be a step ahead, but that's why they picked this place out in the middle of nowhere and why they picked this moonless night. It's too hard to read sign. We could never find them."

"I could," declared Meecha, confidently.

"You could?" asked Jomo.

"Of course," assured Meecha, "The Jackals have been circling around all night, warning each other. The next time they begin howling we can follow whichever star is exactly halfway between where they are and they were the last time they howled and it will lead us directly into their camp. We need to follow rule number two."

"You make money knowing what the other guy doesn't know," mused Jomo, "and I am a trader, I have always been a trader."

"You have always been a very good trader," added Meecha.

"Perhaps," said Jomo, "but it's still no good. They are certain to have dogs. Jewel traders always have dogs."

"Piece of cake," smiled Meecha, "They don't make a dog that I can't handle, dogs are the easiest of all."

"Hummm," mused Jomo.

"We only live one time, Jomo," cajoled Meecha, "and I intend to do more with my life than just eat and poop."

"Yes, Meecha, but we don't know who these people are," reasoned Jomo, "If they should catch us, I couldn't protect you."

"I know what you're thinking," said Meecha, "but if they don't kill me then whatever they do I will live through it and if they kill me, I won't care."

"Are you sure you're just ten, Meecha?" asked Jomo, rhetorically.

"You haven't looked in the sugar jar lately," smiled Meecha.

"So be it," said Jomo, "but you have to promise you will never tell your mother I let you do this."

:) 

Using the star as their guide, the made their way through the pitch black night until they came to the top of a small hill and spotted the embers of a dying fire below them. Quickly droping down on their belly's, the embers provided just enough light for them to observe the encampment below.

"They are all asleep, I will take care of the dogs and then we can go in," said Meecha.

"No, we have to wait," cautioned Jomo.

"Wait for what?" asked Meecha.

"Three o'clock," answered Jomo, "That's when people are hardest asleep. They will wake up about four thirty. That should give us enough time to get in and get out."

:) 

Passing the rest of the time in silence, each alone with their thoughts, Jomo watched in wonderment and then awe as Meecha checked her watch and then went to her knees, placed her hands in her lap and bowed her head.

For over ten minutes she did not move nor make even the slightest sound, but then, from out of the darkness, five large Rhodesian ridgeback hounds suddenly appeared and, after each had licked her on the face and received a friendly rub or two, they all lay down beside her and simply went to sleep.

"Time to go," declared Meecha.

"So be it," repeated Jomo.

Crawling ever so slowly on their stomachs, they worked their way down the little hill and under one of what they could tell was a supply wagon.

"Meecha," whispered Jomo, after they had looked around for a bit, "Look at those tents. I've heard of those kinds of tents. I think these people are Uglyface. I'm certain of it."

"Who are the Uglyface?" asked Meecha, "I've never heard of them."

"They keep to themselves," replied Jomo, "They are strictly high end jewel traders, legendary jewel traders, in fact."

"If they're so legendary, how come I never heard of them?" asked Meecha.

"Because you're only ten," teased Jomo, "and all you do is eat and poop."

"I'm not going to call you what you know I'm calling you right now," said Meecha. 

"There is a saying," said Jomo, his tone, even in a whisper, revealing his respect and even awe, and also his excitement, "Even on your worst day you can outsmart a monkey. On a good day you can outsmart a man. 

On your best day, you might even outsmart God, but even should you live for a thousand years you will never see the day that you can outsmart an Uglyface."

"Not your average sucker," reasoned Meecha.

"Not even close," replied Jomo, "To them we're the suckers. I'm afraid were never going to pull anything over on these guys. We're just going to have to take it as they will have it, but there is one other thing they say about the Uglyface that is in our favor."

"What's that?" asked Meecha.

"It is always said that an Uglyface would die a thousand deaths before he would break his word," replied 

Jomo.

"Well, that part sounds good," reasoned Meecha, "At least we know who we're dealing with. I guess there's nothing left to do now but go back."

"I suppose so," agreed Jomo, "but there's one thing that's bothering me."

"What?" asked Meecha.

"Meecha, look at that supply wagon on the far side," said Jomo.

"What about it?" asked Meecha.

"The bottom doesn't match up with these other wagons," answered Jomo, "Its handmade, and look at the main beam, it's round."

"It's a hand-made wagon alright," agreed Meecha, who already knew a lot about wagons as part of the necessary knowledge every trader had to have, "They probably just cut down a ..."

"Exactly," reasoned Jomo, "They cut down a tree..."

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking," said Meecha.

"There's only one way to find out," replied Jomo, "I'm going in to get a look at that beam.

"No, Jomo, this is a job for a small kid," countered Meecha, heading off across the encampment after receiving Jomo's accenting nod.

Watching carefully and with great trepidation as Meecha slowly worked her way into the camp and crawled 

underneath the wagon, Jomo held his breath as he saw the momentary glow of her little pin-light, but his peace of mind was slowly restored as she safely worked her way back to him and soon made his heart leap as she said just one word... Kapok.

"No shit?" asked Jomo.

"No shit," replied Meecha, and the both of them lay grinning at each other for a long moment before Meecha finally spoke again.

"Jomo, do you really think there's no way to outsmart an Uglyface?"

:) 

Not knowing exactly why Jomo had urged that they hurry back to their wagon after leaving the Uglyface encampment, Meecha was further surprised when they did arrive and Jomo uncharacteristically urged her on with a tone to his voice that she knew not to question.

"Make haste, Meecha, rouse the oxen and hook them up, we have to go!"

"Scurrying as fast as she could, Meecha urged her beloved beasts into their harness and in only minutes they were off into the night, Jomo directing her to point him in the direction of the place where they had buried the jewels.

"I've been thinking," Jomo finally spoke, after they were well underway and Meecha had politely given him time to put his thoughts together, "The Uglyface are honorable traders and so are we. I know we were just supposed to bury the jewels and let the pickup be anonymous, but we can't pretend to be Gabril forever. 

Sooner or later the Uglyface would figure it out and all would be lost. I think we have to risk meeting them face to face, trader to trader."

"You said we," said Meecha, "excitement stirring throughout her body.

"The Uglyface aren't going to hurt anybody," said Jomo, "I don't see why you can't come and besides, Meecha, this is no small thing. These kinds of connections are hard to come by. I've been a trader all my life and I've never even met an Uglyface. 

This could be a good thing for you. In time, if you play this right, and you learn about the jewel trade, you could do very well for yourself. I'm too old for it to make any difference, but hopefully you will live a long 

time. Maybe someday you will even be able to figure out a way to get that wagon."

"Couldn't we just buy it?" asked Meecha.

"No," replied Jomo, "You know wagons are some of the most precious things in the wilderness. Wagons are only sold, never bought. If we tried to buy it, it would immediately rouse their suspicions. We will just have to bide our time and work on that.

"Jomo, someday I'm going to get that wagon," declared Meecha, "no matter what it takes, no matter what I have to do."

"Now Meecha," cautioned Jomo.

"I mean it, no matter what it takes, I'm going to get that wagon," insisted Meecha, as she crossed her arms and sat back hard in her seat preparing for Jomo's onslaught, which she knew was coming.

"So just what would you be prepared to do?" asked Jomo.

"Anything," insisted Meecha.

"Well, you will do as you will do, but just remember traders rule number eleven," Jomo added his caveat.

"Rule number eleven!" exclaimed Meecha, now intensely interested, "There's only ten rules! You never told me about rule number eleven! What's rule number eleven?"

"Rule number eleven," said Jomo, "Gold is like the devil, it can give you everything you ever wanted, but it can also take everything you have."

"I never heard of rule number eleven, you just made that up," declared Meecha.

"Nevertheless," said Jomo.

Taking a long moment to think, Meecha finally gave her reply.

"Someday I really am going to hire somebody to beat your ass, Jomo," she declared.

"No you won't," said Jomo, smugly.

"And why wouldn't I? retorted Meecha.

"Well, evidently, because you would be too cheap to spend the money," grinned Jomo.

"Well, then, in another ten years when I'm old enough, I'm going to trade my virginity to those Uglyface for that wagon and I'll have both!" retorted Meecha, but she wasn't ready for Jomo's reply. 

"No skin off my nose... let me see, in another ten years... the timing would be about right, but it wouldn't work."

"You probably think I'm going to be too ugly!" protested Meecha, "Even for an Uglyface."

"Oh, I have no doubt that whomever the poor fellow turns out to be he will be ugly," declared Jomo, "but even if it is an Uglyface, it's not going to get you that wagon."

"Goddamn you Jomo, you fucker!" exclaimed Meecha, "That's not funny!"

"Yes it is," replied Jomo, "but if you really want that wagon you'd better start thinking like the trader I taught you to be."

"YOU HAVE AN IDEA!!!" cried Meecha, suddenly pounding Jomo on the shoulder, "You've thought of 

something! Tell me! You have to tell me!"

"Well, said Jomo, what is the first rule of the trader?" asked Jomo.

"To be a good trader, one must have at least a little larceny in their heart," replied Meecha.

"Ummm..." said Jomo.

"So...?" queried Meecha.

"Well, I don't think there's anything to be done for now, but in about ten years that wagon is going to be pretty old and worn out and... just suppose the Uglyface were to just happen upon a girl all by herself out in the wilderness with a hopelessly broken wagon. Such a girl would be willing to make almost any deal... financially speaking of course. "

"Jomo, you are a genius!!" declared Meecha, as she jumped on Jomo's lap and hugged him over and over, "You are smarter than any Uglyface who ever lived!!" 

"No doubt," replied Jomo, "but go on now and hug those oxen of yours and tell them to stop lively, we have some Uglyface to meet."

"Let's go get them suckers!" enthused Meecha, but some time later, after they had ridden in silence for awhile, Meecha once again found herself on Jomo's hot seat.

"Meecha," asked Jomo, "How do you know about virginity anyway?"

"I don't," answered Meecha, tentatively, "I just heard that somewhere. I don't know what it really means."

"Liar," declared Jomo.

"No really," replied Meecha.

"Meecha... this isn't the first camp you've snuck into late at night is it?" queried Jomo.

"Really, Jomo, you are so suspicious," answered Meecha.

"Well," said Jomo, "If you get caught spying on the adults you know you're going to get your ass beat for sure and I'm not going to help you out."

"Jomo?" asked Meecha, after another long period of silence, "Donald and Daisy are boy and girl oxen. Why don't they... you know... have any little oxen."

"Because Donald doesn't have any mangos," answered Jomo.

"I noticed that," said Meecha, "Why not?"

"Because when he was young I cut them off and ate them," answered Jomo.

"JOMO! YUCK! GROSS!" exclaimed Meecha.

"Not with butter," replied Jomo.

"No wonder he doesn't like you," said Meecha.

"What do you mean he doesn't like me," said Jomo, "He likes me well enough."

"No he doesn't," insisted Meecha.

"Well, I guess if I were him I'd feel the same way," said Jomo.

:)

Having left their wagon a polite distance away, Jomo and Meecha kept their eyes on a little cloud of dust in the distance and waited until the men rode into view, but even as soon as he saw the silhouette of their heads bobbing up and down with the motion of their galloping horses, Jomo knew they had to be who he had suspected they were. 

There was only one tribe in the wilderness that wore white New York derbies.

It was not known what they called themselves, but like practically everyone and everything else in the wilderness they were simply referred to by their most outstanding characteristic or peculiarity. These men were "Uglyface" alright and Jomo's heart raced as the living legends approached. 

They were the supreme traders of all the wilderness and this was going to be the supreme test for Jomo as a trader, requiring all the skills gained not only from a lifetime of trading but also from a lifetime of being the best person he could be.

Slowing their horses from a gallop to a trot and then to a walk as they approached, the men observed the usual wilderness protocol for meeting strangers and came to a halt a polite distance away from Jomo and Meecha... close enough to be scrutinized and yet far enough away to provide a measure of safety.

Studying them carefully, both Jomo and Meecha were impressed. They were among the darkest of Africans and while they were of somewhat less than average height, they were very robust, especially in the upper body. 

Their clothing was a mixture of the old and new, the decorative and the practical. Most practical were their bloused khaki colored pants and military boots, but these were well complemented 

by their flowing multicolored shirts and their handsome white New York derbies. 

There was, however, no way to deny that they had well earned that by which they were called. By virtue of whatever ascetic humans find attractive or unattractive and for whatever reason, they had forever been and would always be, the Uglyface.




Rule Number Eleven



"Good afternoon," said Jomo, finally, after the time of studying each other was over and he had waved the men in within talking distance, "I am Jomo and this is Meecha."

"Good afternoon," said one of the men, whom Jomo had already correctly identified as their leader.

"Obviously we were not supposed to be here," said Jomo, tossing the leader a black pouch of gemstones, which he easily caught without breaking eye contact, "I stand ready to provide as much explanation as you require in order to trade with you."

"Truth is clarity," said the leader, "and clarity leads to harmony."

"Clarity and harmony are beautiful things," replied Jomo, "and the truth is beautiful above all other things."

"Very well, I am Sharuda. We will hear your explanation," said Sharuda, tossing the jewels to one of his comrades.

"Gabril, has died," Jomo advised them, simply, "Nobody killed him, he was just old and he died. We tended him at the end and in gratitude he gave us the information we needed to bring you here and make this trade. 

We are hoping to take his place on a permanent basis. We have never traded in jewels and we don't know much, but we will strive to learn and get better. I give you my word we will always deal with you honestly and honorably."

"I know of you, Jomo," said Sharuda, "It is always said of you that you are an honorable man, if somewhat of a dreamer."

"What you have heard is true on both accounts," said Jomo.

"And you must be the wild child of the wind," said Sharuda, now addressing Meecha, his eyes boring into her.

"I am," replied Meecha, greatly surprised that he should know of her, "on both accounts, I guess."

"Very well," said Sharuda, after looking at each of his comrades and getting their nod of approval, "You will come to our camp tonight for supper and we will discuss the arrangements and details. I believe you know where it is."

"As do you ours," grinned Jomo.

"So you are not only resourceful and brave, you are wise and smart. That is good," observed Sharuda, "I would like to know, however, how you got by the dogs."

"I'm sure you would," replied Jomo, with a grin.

:) 

"Jomo," asked Meecha, as they were walking back to their wagon, "how do you think the Uglyface knew we snuck into their camp?"

"Think about it," replied Jomo.

"Because we showed up to meet them?" proposed Meecha, "If we didn't know who they were we wouldn't have risked meeting them."

"Exactly," said Jomo.

"So... that means that while we were sneaking into their camp they were sneaking into ours,"reasoned 

Meecha.

"Of course," replied Jomo.

"Those fuckers," said Meecha.

"Ummm..." agreed Jomo.

"Well, they really are ugly, that's for sure," mused Meecha, "In a beautiful sort of way."

"Kind of like you," grinned Jomo.

"Goddamn you, Jomo!" grinned Meecha, "As soon as you die I'm going to give feed your mango's to Donald."

"Good idea," agreed Jomo, "Please offer him my compliments."



Rule Number Three



Spring, Miami Beach

Life changing moments are all too rare, and they're usually not recognized as such until they are well past. Their significance and how they affect us for the long term is not readily apparent until some introspection takes place and then pow!, you realize that what you had thought had been a slow evolution of behavior or outlook actually occurred in one split second's worth of experience. 

Such is the case with my viewpoint toward women. Where for the longest time I was under the false impression that my attitude was built over the distillation of many experiences, I now see that there was one specifice incident which affected me so profoundly, yet so sublty, that only my subconscious took note. Now, in 20/20 hindsight, it's easy for me to see why I've become the way I am. 

I had been out rollerblading on a beautiful south Florida day. There were tourists and locals alike enjoying the sea air and scenery the South Beach district affords. As a guy in his mid-twenties, I'm easily distracted by the gorgeous girls who flock to where the scene is to see and be seen. 

I had worked as a cabana boy at a local resort while I was in college at UM, so I had plenty of experiences with tourist girl and local honey alike. I own a successful business which allows me occasional midweek time to pursue wine, women and song. I've reached a point in my life that offers both great challenge and great reward, and I'm loving every second of it. 

I was zipping along Collins Avenue, one block off the shore when I saw a little terrier-type dog running right down the middle of the busy street, heading away from me. I checked for cars, then hopped off the sidewalk and put on the afterburners. I came up behind him, my long stride and speedy wheels being so much faster than his tiny legs, and scooped him up with my left hand. I cradled him close to my body, then took another look behind me before moving back to the sidewalk. 

The dog was just a puppy and appeared well-cared for. He had a collar and tag, but I figured his owner must be somewhere nearby. I headed back the way I had come, taking it slowly while talking to the little pooch to keep him calm. He settled right down, glad to be protected and off the street.

After backtracking two blocks and a half blocks I came to a stop outside a little café which had tables set up on the sidewalk. Just as I was about to ask one of the patrons if she had seen where the dog might have come from, a frantic voice called out. 

"Sir, sir!" 

She was behind me, whoever she was, so I turned and saw running across the street a rather frumpy looking young girl wearing baggy pants, a long sleeved shirt and a hideous floppy hat. As she drew close I saw the look of near panic on her face. 

"Oh my God! Benji! Oh my God!"

"You can call me Chris," I said with a smile. The little dog was squirming under my arm, recognizing his owner. She gave me the tiniest hint of a smile for my attempt at humor then reached for her pup.

I handed Benji over and she brought him to her face, which carried a look of relief mixed with consternation as she scolded him for running off. She looked up at me and I finally noticed that she was neither a young girl, nor rather plain. She was stunning. She either knew it and chose to downplay it, or had no idea. I could barely take my eyes off her. 

"Thank you so much!" she gushed, reaching out and putting her hand on my arm. 

It was a simple gesture, but it conveyed a great deal of emotion. She felt the need to explain how he came to be loose, telling me the saga in great detail as she bent the brim of her hat back so she could look up at me. How she had looped the end of his leash around the leg of a chair while she went inside one of the little shops in the Lincoln Street Mall. 

"They don't allow dogs inside," she complained, "even little ones like Benji that I can carry around with me. Isn't that stupid?" She looked up at me with big brown eyes the color of a mocha latte´.

"Anyway, he must have been startled, or maybe someone moved the chair, and off he went like a rocket. I kept looking out at him through the window of the shop, and saw when he got loose." 

The poor girl was shaking like a leaf from nerves, so I suggested we sit down and get a cold drink. She smiled a dazzling smile and agreed, but only if she could treat. We sat at one of the tables which had an umbrella for shade. I took off my shades and placed them on the table, then kicked off my rollerblades. She removed her hat, allowing me to see for the first time her thick, raven black hair which framed a face unlike any I've seen before. 

She looked Castilian Spanish, with a wee bit of Irish, and perhaps a hint of Polynesian thrown in for good measure. Her wide-spaced eyes were almond shaped; dark and moody under thick brows plucked to perfection. Her lips were full and inviting around a small, pouty mouth. High cheekbones and a delicate chin made her oval face a delight in symmetry. Talk about the face of a model. But her she was not tall enough to haunt the runways of the fashion world, and I suspected her body might be a bit too curvy, although I really had no clear picture due to the baggy clothes she wore. I noticed her skin was clear and pale, as if never touched by the sun. Not what one usually sees in South Beach. 

"Oh my gosh, I am so rude!" she exclaimed. "I haven't even introduced myself." She held out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Amanda Crosby. And as you know, this is Benji." She held out his little paw for me to shake first, and then her own. I chuckled and played along. 

"Chris Stewart," I said, holding her hand for a split second longer than social courtesy demands. Surprisingly, she held onto mine even longer.

"I can't thank you enough," she sighed. "We just moved here two days ago --- we meaning my dad and me," she giggled, her emotions running a rollercoaster after the near tragedy. "Benji is still in city shock. He was a suburban pup, weren't you boy," she said as she scratched his back. "My dad's an airline pilot, just switching over from the military. We bought a condo and now here we are," she said with a dismissive shrug. "I guess it's better than Omaha, but it's gonna take some getting used to." 

She looked at our surroundings. Palm trees, bright sun bouncing off windshields, people of all nationalities and shapes cruising the tourist shops, the sea air fresh and clean despite the number of cars and scooters buzzing the streets. It was February, and I could only imagine what Omaha must be like.

After releasing my hand she said in a perky tone, "In fact, you're the first person I've met formally, other than the concierge at the condo. So I guess this makes you the first friend I've made here in Florida! Can you believe that?"

I didn't know what to say so I merely smiled fatuously at her, liking her immediately but thinking she was a bit provincial.

"So what do you do, besides rollerblade and work out?" she asked in a frank tone, taking a long look at my muscular chest and shoulders under my tank top shirt.

"How much time do you have?" I laughed, looking away slightly embarrassed by her candor. 

"All day," she replied, looking into my eyes. "Me and Benji are at loose ends while my dad's training out at the airport." She looked down at the table and let out a long sigh. "My mom died about a year ago in a car crash. She was coming home from work and it was snowing. A tractor-trailer jack knifed and landed right on top of her Miata. That's why my dad and I moved down here – to get away from all those memories."

I put my hand on top of hers and told her I was sorry for her loss, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"So you were about to tell me what you do -- you're a model or something, right?" She sipped her water through the straw, making her lips pucker. Very hot.

"Me? A model?" I asked in surprise. "No, I'm not a model."

"Well you look like one! But so does just about everybody down here, other than the tourists."

I shrugged my shoulders and gave her a half smile. 

"Really!" she nodded. "You've got that tall, dark and handsome thing going, with the nice build and perfect teeth. If you don't model, then you should!"

"Naah, not for me, but thanks for the compliment. I'm just a simple guy who owns a business and does a few odds and ends here and there. I took today off because I'm caught up and decided I needed a break is all."

"So you live in South Beach?"

"For the last six years," I agreed. "I own a home a couple of blocks from here."

"So where were you from before?" she inquired.

"Melbourne, Florida. A little beach town up the coast a couple hundred miles."

"Sounds nice," Amanda said wistfully. "So how old are you," she added, trying not to sound too interested.

"Twenty five, going on forty."

"What's that mean?" she asked, her eyebrows arched in a puzzled expression.

"My college buddies always joked that I was middle aged before I was out of my teens. I guess because I've always been pretty ambitious and goal oriented. I promised myself I'd be able to retire by the time I'm thirty-five."

"And?"

"And so far I'm pretty much on track." I said, staring at those pouty lips and imagining all kinds of places where they'd fit. She was very nice to look at. "Maybe a little ahead of schedule," I said with a dismissive shrug.

"You mean you want to quit working completely when you're thirty-five? And do what after that? Work on the old tan? Pump iron and hit on the beach chickies?"

I gave her a look that bored right though her for the tone she used before replying that being ambitious and goal oriented doesn't stop at any age, thank you very much.

"I'll go back and get my PhD in ethnobotany and then do the traveling I've always wanted. Maybe look for new plants in New Guinea, or study tribal medicine with the Witotos of the Amazon. Maybe write a book or two. I'll even include a chapter about wiseass girls from Omaha who like to typecast strangers."

I didn't expect her eyes to tear up, or for her to take me so seriously. I thought her tone had smacked of condescension, but I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. I looked out at the street.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "It was rude of me to assume that just because you look like a beach stud that you are one," she apologized. 

"No apology needed, Miss Crosby. A simple mistake." 

I motioned to the waitress to bring the check. When she came I spoke in rapid Spanish to her, which caused her to give me a dazzling smile and answer back in the slurred, lazy patois of rural Cuba.

"Wow, you speak great Spanish. What was it you just said to her?"

"Nothing really. Just flirting. Typical beach stud comments."

"Ouch! You're not gonna let me up from that are you?"

I was thinking how much I'd enjoy pinning her down, all right, but not in the way she meant. "I'm just kidding, Amanda. I told her that she served the best bottled water in south Florida, and that she could count on me as being one of her most loyal customers from here on out." 

"That was nice!" she exclaimed, trying to get us back onto positive footing. "I speak pretty good French, and a little German. I lived in both countries when I was little. A military brat, remember?"

I asked her in French if she had ever been to Provence, one of my favorite places in the world. She gave me a startled look, stunned by my sudden new talent and responded quickly in fairly good French that all she remembered about France was the military base where her father was stationed and riding the train into Paris.

"You see, Miss Crosby," I explained, "I'm doing my best to prove to you that my being out here on rollerblades is not especially normal for me. At least on a weekday. So I'm showing my education off. Please forgive my immodesty."

"I like it. You can be as immodest as you want with me, Chris" she replied. As soon as the words had crossed her lips she blushed a bright red, realizing what she had just said.

I laughed, and changed the subject by asking Amanda her age. I put a ten dollar bill under the check and told the waitress to keep the change as she passed back by. I got another great smile and I could see it bothered my new friend.

"Eighteen," she sighed. "Just graduated high school and still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life." 

Benji was beginning to get antsy, so I suggested we walk for a bit. I led her back through the Lincoln Street Mall, keeping to the shade wherever possible.

"I'd like to go to art school," she said suddenly. "I've always wanted to sculpt, but my parents joked that the world doesn't need another starving artist."

"Are you good at it?" I asked, interested. "Have you tried working with clay or anything?"

"All the time. Ever since I was able to crawl. Clay, wood, sand, bits of metal, even tar off the roof. I won a bunch of crafts awards at county fairs and stuff, and my art teacher said I had real promise. I love taking a chunk of something and finding out what's hiding inside...", she said, letting her voice trail off embarrassedly.

"It sounds like it's a passion for you, Amanda, and there's no motivation more pure than that."

"You really think so?" she asked looking up at me.

"Absolutely," I said with finality. "It's our passions which define who we are as people. It robs our lives of meaning when they are left to wither on the vine."

I walked us across the open courtyard of the mall, aiming toward a specific art gallery I knew. "Do you know the works of Frederick Hart?"

"He's the guy who did the statue of the soldiers for the memorial in Washington DC. The Viet Nam Memorial."

"That's right," I agreed. "He also developed a technique in sculpting using Lucite acrylic. It's really quite beautiful." 

We came to the gallery and in the window were several of his pieces placed on pedestals and lit from underneath to accentuate the image seemingly carved inside an ice cube.

"Gosh," Amanda breathed staring through the window, "they're fabulous. I'd love to know how he did them."

"I've got a book about the artist and his work at home. I'll let you borrow it if you'd like. As long as you promise to return it in good shape..."

"Oh, I will! I promise." She moved to a different position to get a closer look at one piece in particular which caught her eye.

"They have some other works of his inside if you want to go look at them," I suggested. "I'll stay out here and watch Benji."

"That's OK," I can come back another time. It'll give me something to do. And I don't want to impose on you any further...," she said, sounding a bit sad.

"No imposition at all," I countered, making her brighten. "Look, if you want, I can run home and grab the book and meet you somewhere. Maybe for lunch? My treat?" 

I normally wouldn't offer to go out of my way to loan something to a veritable stranger, but she seemed like a nice kid, lonely and in need of a friend. Plus, there was something about her. Under that floppy hat and those baggy clothes I suspected was the body a sculptor would love to behold. And I wouldn't mind, either. 

"Gee, I'd hate to put you out, Chris. I mean, you've been so nice to me already, and I'm just taking up your time on a day you were planning to spend doing stuff more fun than entertaining dumb old me." 

I wondered who had killed this girl's self esteem. Probably the same people who tried to crush her dreams, but I didn't say anything. My own parents tried to talk me out of studying botany and organic chemistry, my minor and major in college. They said with my ear for languages I should pursue business and international law. Gack! What a great way to ruin something I enjoyed.

"Look Amanda, all I need to do is hop on my scooter, go home and catch a shower and a change of clothes, grab my cell phone and I can be back in less than an hour. I'll meet you right over there by those benches."

"You have a scooter? Cool! Does it have seats for two?" The thought of buzzing around tropical paradise on my little Honda Reflex Sport really appealed to her.

"Yeah, there's room for two," I cautiously agreed. "You mean you want to come over and wait while I get ready," I asked, sounding like I wasn't too sure about the idea.

"If that's OK. Sure, why not? I mean, you're not some kind of weirdo or anything, are you?"

"If I was, do you think I'd tell you? I don't mean to sound preachy here, but you gotta be careful here in Miami, Amanda. There are all kinds of predatory people, and some are just rotten to the core."

"Maybe so, but I trust my instincts, and they tell me that you're all right. I'm a big girl, and I'll take my chances on you," she said, again giving me that look that was innocent and appraising at the same time.

I had left my scooter chained to a parking meter on the sidewalk of a street just off Collins, a few blocks away. We chatted about this and that as we walked to it, little Benji working four times as hard to keep up on his little legs. I stopped half way there and poured some of the bottled water I still carried into the cup of my hand and let him lap it up. He was thirsty, and wagged his tail furiously the whole time he drank.

"You see? If you were some kind of creep, I don't think you'd be giving water to my dog, much less rescuing him from traffic like you did," she pronounced with the certainty of the truly naïve.

I gave her a funny look to let her know how inane I found her remark before replying, "And I'll have to counter that remark with this: The biggest asshole I've ever known – a guy who purely hated people and only wished to do them ill – was the biggest animal lover I've ever seen. Pardon my French."

Amanda giggled, liking that I wasn't afraid to curse in front of her. "I don't think asshole is French, Chris, but I get your meaning. And you're right, I will be careful. But I still say I think you're a very nice man and that I have no doubt that you'll treat me with the respect and consideration a man should to a lady."

Which triggered in me another memory, this of one of my father's pithy sayings, which went like this. "Treat a lady like a whore, and a whore like a lady." I kept this one to myself, naturally.

I handed her my helmet, which she adamantly refused, saying that if I didn't need one, neither did she. I put it back in the carrier and off we went, with Benji riding securely in a little backpack that she wore, like a papoose. She said he loved riding in it and it saved his feet when the ground was too hot or too cold. 

She clung tight at first, both her hands gripping my sides, but soon she relaxed and sat back far enough to be able to look around. I putted down Ocean Drive, pointing out the topless beach, the gay beach, the fat, white tourist beach, Little Brazil, the volleyball courts, a couple of outstanding restaurants, the Versace mansion and a few other notable places. She pointed to the southern tip of the island and the condo tower she had recently moved into. Nice.

I meandered my way home, taking the back streets, since drivers in south Florida are with only a few exceptions complete idiots, either recently arrived from third world countries where the week before they were piloting a donkey cart, or retired Yankees down to live the good life in their oversized land boats, too wide for the narrow streets and for the little old men and women driving them to safely navigate. I motored up the alley behind my house bordered by a twelve foot high viburnum hedge, then squeezed us through a narrow gate and under an awning connected to the rear garage.

My home is situated on a canal connecting to the Intracoastal Waterway of Florida. I have two boats winched up inside the boathouse and two Yamaha wave runners. 

The back yard of my home is a jungle of tropical plants, many rare and collected by friends who smuggled them out of countries where they were protected from export, like Viet Nam, Peru and New Guinea. Huge trees shade the ½ acre rear lot, so I can grow just about any kind of plant, from gingers to mossy epiphytes, to vines and lianas to broad leafed philodendrons. A narrow path winds throughout the yard, and there's not a blade of grass to see. 




Rule Number Three



When you first approach the house from this direction, you have no idea what to expect up ahead. It could be a mansion, or it could be an eccentric gardener's shack. I prefer the mansion, and so did Amanda when she saw it.

"Holy cow! This is your place?" she asked as we came to the back door.

"Yep, all mine," I agreed.

"And you bought it yourself? I mean, it wasn't given to you by your rich parents or a dead uncle or anything?"

"That's right, Little Miss Nosy," I laughed. 

I walked us through the large solarium with it's magnificent windows and massive skylights into the main house. She gaped at the huge living room filled with antiques of all sorts, slowing to admire a particularly nice bronze of a mare and her newborn foal given to my grandparents back in the 1930s. 

We cut past the formal dining room, ending up in the kitchen, where I poured a bowl of water for Benji and offered a bottle of spring water to Amanda. I showed her to a seat overlooking over a small courtyard complete with a bronze statuary fountain by Rodin. She was stunned to know that it was an original.

"Would you like to hear the history of this house?" 

I had taken a seat across from her and I couldn't help noticing how her eyes kept straying to my legs. I was still wearing my silk running shorts and they didn't cover much territory, especially compared to the overly long shorts which were the fashion of the day. I didn't think she heard me, so I asked again if she'd like to know more about my home.

"Sure!" she replied, aware that she had missed something and trying to cover it with acting distracted by Benji. She looked up at me and I wiggled an eyebrow at her, causing her to blush. 

"It was built in 1936, in the midst of the Depression by a 53 year old man named Hargill who was making a fortune in citrus and cattle. His main house was up in Central Florida, near Orlando, but he wanted a place where he could pursue his passions, which were fishing, and bringing into his bed a variety of young mistresses, some no older than you." 

I paused to see how Amanda would react to such a tale. She looked amused, but not particularly surprised or offended. 

"...Or so the story goes, anyway," I continued. "Old Man Hargill would fly himself down in a little two seater equipped with floats for water landings a couple of times a year, and have his babe of the season travel down by train from wherever she was from – Philadelphia, New York or Boston being the cities that first come to mind since he sold so much of his beef and citrus to vendors in those markets. 

They would shack up here for a few weeks, then he'd send her home and he would fly himself back to his wife. The story also goes that she was well aware of his infidelities but put up with them knowing that they were minor flings and no real threat to their marriage. 

"Now that's what I call knowing where you're bread is buttered," I added with a laugh. "His old lady had a good thing going, and she was smart enough to let him indulge in his little adventures. Hell, maybe she was doing the same when he was away!"

Amanda merely shrugged, probably thinking that such a European view of marriage was immoral. I shrugged back at her and returned to my description of the house.

"The house walls are made from brick, with cypress interior framework, covered in Italian plaster and stucco. The marble floors are from a quarry in north Georgia. The home has 14 foot ceilings throughout. It was originally built with 4 bedrooms, not including the master suite, with 4 bathrooms. 

"Since then the solarium has been added, along with central air conditioning and heating, which lowered the ceilings by two feet in all of the rooms except the living room, entry foyer and formal dining room. 2 more bathrooms were added, which took away one of the bedrooms, and the kitchen was enlarged, adding another 400 square feet, bringing the total square footage to just under 5,400 square feet. 

"The house has withstood 3 major hurricanes, although the solarium had to be rebuilt after Andrew. 2 people have been murdered in the house, both in the library, but at different times. President Nixon stayed here once, as did Henry Ford, Thomas Edison and Walt Disney, all guests of the owners of the time. 

"After the citrus baron sold it, it was owned by a movie mogul who tried to make Miami the Hollywood of the east, which never came to pass. Then it was on the market for several years before being bought by a wealthy industrialist from Cleveland who retired here with his wife. They owned it until 1983, and dumped it when south Florida opened her doors to the Cuban refugees. They were afraid that the quality of life would suffer, so they sold it to -- guess who? Latino drug dealers. Actually part of the Cali cartel of Colombia. 

"These guys would park their mule boats right out back and unload bales of marijuana and cocaine through the shed and into vans parked in the driveway out back. One of those hoods was the first killed inside the house. The Feds busted up the party, and the house was vacant for another six years until the people I bought it from came in, cleaned it up and got it back to its original grandeur. 

"Then the wife came home one night, took a gun from her purse and shot her husband right through his eye as he was watching television. She thought she had seen him acting cozy with another woman that day, but it turned out to be his brother who had just arrived hours earlier with his new wife. She saw the two of them walking through the Lincoln Mall, holding hands, and had a breakdown. She drove around for a few hours, came home and shot the poor bastard as he was watching Jeopardy. The funny thing was, he and his brother looked nothing alike. She was obviously slipping some gears --- Alzheimer's probably --- and that, as they say, was that. 

"I bought the house from her estate for a steal and am fixing it up a little here and there. When the market is right I'll sell it and do the same thing again somewhere else."

"Wow," Amanda said, looking around at the beautiful house. "Each owner had such an interesting story.... So what's yours?"

"It's still being written, but for a start I guess you could say that the current owner made his fortune by inventing a glue made from a barnacle's foot. Next, he invented a building material from a plant fiber."

"And then what?" she asked brightly.

"I'm not sure, but it will still have to do with plants and agriculture in some way. Maybe trying to find a way to communicate with them. Find out more of their secrets...."

"I like finding out secrets, too," she enthused. "But communicating with plants?"

I shrugged and smiled at her, giving her an expression which said why not?

"And then what?" she asked brightly.

"I'm not sure, but it will still have to do with plants and agriculture in some way. Maybe trying to find a way to communicate with them. Find out more of their secrets...."

"I like finding out secrets, too," she enthused. "But communicating with plants?"

I shrugged and smiled at her, giving her an expression which said why not?

She shook her head and laughed. "Boy, did I ever figure you wrong! I mean, look at you. Like I said earlier, you've got the tall, dark and handsome thing going like nobody's business, and here you are kind of a nerd, if you don't mind that description. Nerds are cool. They are the ones who keep the world going. Like inventors, software writers and bumbling scientists out in the jungle with their pith helmets," her tone conveying humor and not a put-down directed at me.

"And frustrated sculptors who jump to wrong conclusions, but are sweet nonetheless," I added, making her blush. My God, but she was attractive! "Artists are pretty nerdy, too. If they're not too hung up on their image of being avant-garde."

We both laughed at the image, and I got up to go shower. "If Benji needs to pee, please let him out into the courtyard here, but not in back where all my plants are. Dog urine kills most stuff, but I could care less about the lawn. You are welcome to explore the house, but if you do want to go outside, the only door that won't set off the alarm is the one to the courtyard. I have it rigged that way because there's no way into the courtyard from outside the house. It's completely enclosed by the structure."

She nodded obediently, looking over at the double French doors leading to the fountain.

"If the phone rings, please don't answer it. I have it set to go to my computer's answering machine. If anyone comes to the front gate, use the intercom to call me, or just come back and holler at me. My bedroom is all the way down that hallway," I said, pointing to the one on the far side of the massive living room, "on the right side. If I'm in the shower, holler louder. The book about Frederick Hart is in the library over there," I said pointing to a room off the main hall. "It's in the bookcase facing the fireplace, middle shelf. There are other books on art in that same section, so have a look around if you want."

"Hey," she called as I was halfway through the living room. "Thanks for letting me invite myself over." 

"Sure," I replied with a smile. "I'll be out in just a minute or two." 

I stripped off my shirt as I walked away, knowing she would be watching. I don't spend an inordinate time in a gym, thanks to good genetics, but I will admit to pushing some weights a couple of times a week as an addition to my cardio work, all necessary to stay healthy, along with a balanced diet. I had vowed from the time I was eleven years old to never become one more fat and lazy American, having noticed in my travels to other lands that the people of the United States are by far the most unhealthy looking in the world, save those dying from starvation or disease.

I did a quick check for messages on my computer, then switched the view on the monitor to a multi-pane view from my security cameras mounted inconspicuously throughout the house. I watched Amanda for a moment as she strolled through the living room, looking at the artwork hanging on the walls or inside elegant curio cabinets. She went into the library next, looking at the titles and trying out one of the overstuffed leather chairs in front of the fireplace. Next she peeked in at the formal dining room, before heading down the back hall toward the bedrooms at the opposite end of the house from my master suite.

I shucked my running shorts and turned on the water in the shower, giving my body the once over in the bathroom mirrors. A model, huh? I chuckled to myself. It occurred to me that she probably thought I was gay, and that's why she felt safe coming to my home. This misconception was probably reinforced by the beauty of my home and how neat I keep it. Hey, I have a housekeeper, all right? And gardeners for the three sides of the house with the standard lawns, ornamental hedges and the like. But I live alone, so how much mess could there be? Yeah, OK, so I'm a neat freak. It all goes with an organized mind. Clutter wastes time, and that's one thing I value too much to waste energy on.

I left the bedroom's door open and the bath's as well, just in case. To say I was surprised to see Amanda sitting on my bed when I came out of the shower, naked as the day I was born, would be only partially true. I half suspected her curiosity might get the best of her. I had seen the way she had been looking at me, the way her eyes took in my physique, the way her hands lingered on my shoulders when she needed to hold on when we'd make a turn on the scooter, how she had glanced down on occasion to take in my strong legs, and even once I caught her casting a sidelong look at the bulge in my running shorts. Whether or not she thought I was gay, I knew she appreciated what I had going on; that "tall, dark and handsome thing".

I didn't pretend to be surprised, nor did I hurry to cover myself. I walked across the room toward her, beads of water still clinging to my back and legs. Sunlight poured in from the bay windows on one side of the room and from the small balcony on the other. She stared as if in awe, her eyes wide and her mouth partially open. As I approached she began to stiffen slightly, embarrassed now at both our boldness. She stood, and before she could say anything I bent down and kissed her, taking her shoulders in my hands, and then letting them slide down her arms. She resisted only slightly, then stepped in closer to me, wrapping her own arms around my waist, kissing me back with an intensity which startled both of us. We broke away, me laughing and she blushing once again. I was a good ten inches or more taller than Amanda, the top of her head barely coming to my pecs. She sat down on the bed while I remained standing only a few feet away.

"Hey, you said I could be as immodest as I want. So here I am."

"Yes, there you are..." she agreed, running her eyes up and down me lasciviously, as if devouring me, before they locked onto my own.

She licked her lips and slid off the bed and down onto her knees on the floor. I didn't need any coaching to get me over to her. My cock was even with her face, still hanging flaccid, the hair around it neatly trimmed and mowed down to a half inch in length. (I've always believed personal grooming down there is greatly appreciated by the ladies.) 

Amanda seemed to agree as she reached under my schlong with one hand while running her other across my thigh, tracing with a finger my tan line and the musculature of my abdominals. She gently began licking the shaft of my dick, pulling back to watch it slowly become erect before commencing again. When it reached its maximum girth and length she looked up at me. Her eyes were soft and innocent, making her look much younger than eighteen.

Her hand encircled my cock at its base and she lifted it to expose my balls. Bending further over she tentatively ran her tongue across first one and then the other. When I gave a groan of pleasure she took one in her mouth and used her tongue to torture it, working her hand up and down the 8 inch length of my crank. She had the sweetest, softest mouth I've ever experienced; so gentle it was as if she was afraid something on me might break. It was exquisite. 

My cock was hard as a steel rail, the circumcised head blown up like a balloon, with the blue veins running its length bulging from the blood being pumped as my brain became starved. I pulled her thick, long hair into a pony tail so I could watch her work. 

Some chicks attack a cock, trying to get it to blow seed as quickly as possible, yanking and slurping and jerking and smacking it against their lips or gagging on it by shoving it deep down their throats. But not Amanda. She just kept a slow, steady, highly erotic rhythm, cradling my dick on the body of her tongue as it went in and out, in and out. Her intent wasn't to get me to come, but to prolong my enjoyment for as long as possible. 

She liked what she was doing, and didn't want it to end too quickly. She kept her eyes closed most of the time she was sucking me, and I loved looking at her long lashes and the way her cheeks hollowed out as she pulled back. Her mouth was extremely wet, yet she never slurped or made the blowjob feel sloppy. Every once in awhile she'd gaze up at me and allow me kind of a rapturous smile, as if there was no other place in the world she would rather be. 

After ten minutes of this I began feeling my knees growing weak and the pressure building in my loins. It was hard not to thrust into her mouth as I got closer and closer to busting my nut, my dick craving more speed and more friction. But I resisted the temptation and let the pressure build slowly, so that when I finally released it was one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever felt. Amanda had been just steadily bobbing back and forth on my cock, gently cradling my balls and softly stroking them. My dick was deep in her mouth when the first shot of come spewed forth, but she kept right on going, milking me dry for spurt after spurt until I was groaning and grimacing.

As I pulled away from her a tiny trickle of come ran from the corner of her mouth. Looking straight into my eyes with her head tilted back she caught it with the tip of her tongue and held it there for me to see. Further on the back of her tongue was the rest of my love sauce, glimmering white against the deep pink surrounding it. Closing her eyes part way while keeping her head tilted back, Amanda swallowed, then blinked her eyes quickly a few times. I swear it was like she was waking up from a trance! She swallowed a couple of more times in quick succession, then stood up and hugged me.

"Thank you," she whispered into my chest. "I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slut or something. It's just...." She hesitated before starting again. "It's just that you're so beautiful. I knew the minute I saw you that I wanted to do this with you." 

She leaned away, keeping our lower bodies pressed together, gazing up at me with a look I can only describe as adoration. I put a finger under her chin and pulled her up on tiptoe for a kiss. She only let me press my lips to hers before pulling away, acting suddenly shy.

"We can't do anything else, Chris. I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have even done that, but I just couldn't help myself. I'm still a virgin, and I want to stay that way. I've only had one boyfriend, and I started giving him head once in a while just to keep him from pressuring me to go any further."

Yeah, like I believe that, I thought to myself. It's pretty unlikely that a girl who can honk bobo like that is still a virgin. Maybe she was the type who liked to submit to a dominant force, I suggested to myself. The way she sucked dick, all innocent and shy, she was probably the submissive type.

I pulled her to me roughly and kissed her hard, forcing her mouth open when she resisted by using a hand to squeeze her jaw. She whimpered in protest, but quit struggling. In one fluid motion I picked her up and threw her onto my bed, watching her expression for a clue. She looked terrified, but didn't try to fight me. I threw her sandals across the room. Then I unbuttoned the front closure of her ridiculous clown pants and pulled them down to her knees. Amanda's eyes were wide with shock as I worked her pants the rest of the way off. I turned so I was straddling her, my knees pressed tightly against her hips. Grabbing the tail of her billowy blouse, I pulled it up, making her arms reach over her head as I did. I forced her to sit up so I could get it all the way over her head, and while she was like that I unfastened the hasp of her bra, snatching it off her like it was an evil thing. I shoved her back down onto the pillows, and finally got a good look at what I had been wondering about since first meeting her two hours before.

Her body was the perfection that nature grants a select few. She had medium sized upturned breasts with nipples riding high; perky without being impertinent. Her aureoles were bright pink and the size of quarters. She had a slim waist and a flat belly. Not too much musculature showing, but no fat either, for which I was glad. She had flawless skin, the same pale color from head to toe. She had delicate feet, perfectly shaped calves, toned and well-rounded thighs, leading to her narrow hips. There wasn't a scar or bruise anywhere on her body. She was either an incredible healer, or had never been a rough and tumble girl. The translucence of her pale skin was such that I could make out the faint tracings of the arteries coursing her inner thighs. The panties she wore, now the only things she had on, were baby blue and pretty conservative, just like the rest of her. They even had little bows on the hips. I left them alone for the moment. 

From the each corner of my big four poster king bed I pulled a restraining cuff; Amanda wasn't the first girl I'd played this game with. I favor surfboard leashes – the padded Velcro cuffs are easy to use and the vinyl cord is impossibly strong, allowing just enough stretch to give a measure hope to the person whose legs and arms are secured by them. Quick as a flash I had them on her, leaving her spread eagle and totally helpless. 




Rule Number Three



She struggled against them, eyes closed and not saying a word. 

I felt like the Big, Bad, Wolf with Little Red Riding Hood, although there was no way the girl in the fable could have anywhere near as hot as Amanda. Why she chose to hide her incredible beauty behind baggy clothes and funky sunglasses was beyond me. With her hair down and out of that clown suit she was a knockout.

She began whimpering first, and then crying; little sobs racking her with hiccups as she lay there quivering with fear. Each little gasp made her perfect tits rise and fall, and whether she knew it or not or wanted to be or not, her nipples were poked out like pink pearls. I could feel something crawling around inside my head, urging me to have her like that – sniffling and sobbing while I pile drove her young pussy with my mighty python of love.

Little Benji was going crazy, scurrying around the room looking for a way to get up on the bed. He knew his mistress was frightened, and that was my first clue that maybe she wasn't lying about being a virgin, and that maybe she was really scared. I lifted him up onto the bed, which settled him down immediately, although he was shaking as hard as she. I picked up her little knapsack and pulled out some weird kind of wallet thing, looking for her ID. I wasn't doing anything else till I knew she was old enough, much less who she claimed to be.

There was a Nebraska driver's license for Amanda Crosby. Born October 5, 1987. A pretty good photo of the girl tied up in front of me on it. Thirty odd dollars in the billfold, a long distance calling card, a sleeve of photos of what must have been her and her mother, and two of Amanda and a big bruiser of a farm boy who looked like he was on his way to becoming a beer drinking redneck with a bully-boy sneer and a gut that would hide his dick from him for the last forty years of his life. I pictured this little whore kneeling before him, slurping on his uncut cock, with him coaching her to hurry up and get him off because they were about to miss the rodeo highlights on country music television. 

After a few long moments of gazing lustfully at the hottest bodies I've ever laid eyes upon, the blood cooled behind my eyes and I regained my normal state of mind. I slipped the restraints off her. I put her clothing on the bed on the other side of her from Benji, but she made no move to put them back on, laying there comforting her little mutt while she looked steadily at me.

I sat alongside her on the bed and stroked her hair. She sat up and hugged herself into my chest, crying fitfully and begging my forgiveness for whatever she had done to make me angry with her. 

Could it really be true, I asked myself? Have I just made a horrible mistake? "Amanda, are you serious about being a virgin, or are you playing a game with me?" I asked her softly. She nodded her head yes to my first question and shrugged and shook her head to the second.

"Lots of girls do that, you know," I continued, trying to explain what had just happened. "They get into the role playing of the innocent virgin so they can act out a rape fantasy," I said, still keeping my voice filled with warmth. "But now I'm getting the feeling that I've maybe read you wrong...." 

She didn't say anything as she just kept her face buried against my chest, now wet from her tears.

I stood up and paced for a moment before sitting back down. "Damn! I feel like a total shit heel!" I shouted, staring blankly at a wall. Benji growled at me while cowering behind Amanda. 

I looked down at her again and said tenderly, "You're so beautiful! It's funny. When I first turned and saw you in the middle of the street I thought you were kind of plain. You know, the clothes and all.... But then when I got a better look at you, POW! It hit me like a bolt. I said to myself, 'This girl is gorgeous!'. And you're so sweet and smart and funny."

"Really?" she asked plaintively in a little girl's voice. "I thought I did something to make you mad at me, and that's why you were punishing me."

"Oh, no, no, no sweetheart. Nothing like that. I'm so sorry to have frightened you," I said with more emotion than I thought myself capable of. 

She looked up beseechingly at me and asked, "You think I'm smart? Really? And pretty?" She hesitated and then admitted, "I've always thought I was some kind of stupid freak. I never had a chance to make any real friends because we were always moving. And my mom and dad were so devoted to each other that when they were together I always felt like I was intruding. If I said something they didn't agree with it was, 'Amanda, you're so stupid.' Or, 'Don't be an idiot.'" She started sniffling again. "And when I told my folks I wanted to study art they both just laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing they'd ever heard." 

I pulled Amanda to me and just hugged her for a long time. The strain had burst the dam inside her that held bottled up emotions. She began crying into my shoulder again. 

"My dad has never said one nice thing about me! When my mom was alive he was always telling me that I would never be as good as her --- as pretty as her --- as smart as her. I felt like I was just something they got stuck with and had to drag around with them. He's even worse now!" she wailed. "He acts like it's somehow my fault that his Lainey is dead. That's what he always called my mom. 'His Lainey.' You know what he calls me?"

I shook my head no. She started bawling like a baby, then when she recovered enough she told me.

"He calls me something he thinks is really clever. It's like a play on my name, and I hate it. Usually, when he's putting me down like he loves to do, it's 'A-Man'. He always telling me I'll never have a body as beautiful as my mom's. I was real flat chested up until about six months ago. But now, since I began filling out, the way he looks at me is different. It's scary. He just stares and stares at my body, and I can tell what he's thinking...." 

Well that explained the baggy clothes.

"When he's pissed at me for no reason other than he wants to be pissed about something he calls me 'A-Man-Duh', emphasis on the Duh, like I'm stupid. Or sometimes just Duh. And he expects me to answer when he calls me that. Don't you think that's mean?"

"Yes, honey, I do," I agreed softly, trying to keep the disgust from my voice. I've seen my share of parents who weren't fit for the job, but Amanda's parents were just about the worst. How could a father belittle his lovely daughter like that? It made me want to go over and pound the shit out of the guy.

I hugged her again, noticing with some surprise that neither of us had made any effort to put on more clothing. She was still clad only in her baby blue panties, and I was completely nude. At least my boner had gone down, which amazed me because there I sat holding the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. The most beautiful 90% naked girl I've ever seen.

"The worst part is when he gets drunk," she continued, looking into my eyes, trying to help me understand what she didn't want to say. "Then he...." She stopped, unable to continue. A few deep breaths later she looked down at the geometric patterns on the bedspread, tracing one with a finger. "When he gets drunk he makes me do that to him. What I just did to you. It's the only way I can calm him down. It's only been since his Lainey died," she said, "but I see how he looks at me now. I know one of these nights he's going to come into my bedroom and want me all the way." She started sobbing uncontrollably before sputtering, "And I don't know what to do! I love my daddy, but I can't do that!"

Man, my head was reeling at this point. Here was a girl who lived in a state of constant humiliation and a fear of being raped, and what had I almost done not ten minutes before? Jesus and Mary! If her little dog hadn't made such a fuss I would never have believed that she wasn't just playing the 'submissive' role in order to act out her desire of being taken by a tall, dark stranger. It's no lie that about a quarter of the women on this planet have that exact fantasy. But Amanda was obviously not one of them.

"First of all, what's your middle name, or what nickname do you like? I promise I'll never call you Amanda again."

We were both sitting with our feet on the floor, side by side on the big bed. She smiled up at me and said she'd always liked the name Chloe. "Like the smart newsgirl Chloe Sullivan from the TV show Smallville." 

"I know I look nothing like her," Amanda \ Chloe admitted embarrassedly, "but I like her way of going after the truth, and the fact that she's a true friend. And that she's not afraid to put herself in scary situations to get her story."

"Chloe it is!" I agreed with a nod of my head in approval, thinking that Amanda looked much more like the totally hot Lana Laing character on the show, played by Kristin Kreuk. Yum!

"Next, I want you to know that in the two hours I've known you that you have made one hell of an impression on me," I said, hoping I didn't sound patronizing. "You have a passion and you want to pursue it. Not many people have any idea what a passion is, and would be afraid to claim it if they did." 

That got her smiling for the first time in a while. "Now I have to apologize again for doing what I did to you," I said in a tone of remorse. "The last thing --- the absolute and positively last thing I would ever want to do," I emphasized, "would be to scare you or hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to do! OK?"

She nodded her head and smiled at me again. She reached out and put her hand over my heart. It was a simple and touching gesture, and it made my eyes tear. She noticed that, and took one of my hands and placed it over her heart. Beneath the soft flesh of her breast I could feel the steady thump of her heart.

"I guess I gave you the wrong impression about me, didn't I Chris? I can see how you might. I just about begged you to bring me over here, and then I ambush you when you come out of the shower.... I just wanted to show you that I like you a lot, and to say thanks for saving my dog and being my friend."

She shuddered with a thought and looked away for a long moment before speaking again. "When you were undressing me, and then tying me to your bed --- it was so weird! I didn't see you at all. I kept seeing my father. That's why I could hardly speak. I was so scared. I know that's how it will happen some night. I'll be fast asleep and then suddenly he'll be in my room doing just like you were. And then..." Her voice dropped off leaving the horror unspoken. 

I stood up and paced the large room, and from the corner of my eye I could see little Benji's head following me back and forth. I looked over at him and laughed, causing him to jump to his feet on the bed and begin wagging his tail furiously. This got Chloe laughing. He was the best thing in her life, and I was damn glad I had gotten to him before he was run over.

I stopped and turned to Chloe and asked, "If you could do whatever you wanted to do, what would it be?"

"Like, what do you mean? Go to art school? Move out from my dad's? Find a good job and not be dependent on him anymore? That kind of thing?"

"Exactly. And I think you just named them. You've already told me of your desire to go to art school. And it's obvious you've got to get away from your father. He sounds like a ticking bomb. And truthfully, I'm tempted to report him to the FAA, just because he sounds a little disturbed to me. I sure wouldn't want to be a passenger in a plane with him at the controls." 

I didn't want to humiliate her further, but I was wondering what kind of sick perverted son of a bitch forces his teenage daughter to suck his dick. Fucker needs to be in prison, and if he's so desperate for a blowjob he can probably get or give as many as his cold little stone of a heart desires.

"So, Chloe, here's what I'm thinking. I'm an alumni of the University of Miami, which has a terrific fine arts department. If your grades are reasonable, I'll get you an appointment with the dean of admissions. And then I'll sponsor you for as long as you attend, with no strings attached. If you want, I'll help you find a job so you can get an apartment, but the dorm housing on campus isn't too bad. At least for a while."

She was looking at me with a stunned expression, unable to speak a word. 

"One of my good buddies, a guy who I would trust with my life, owns a restaurant and nightclub over on the beach. He's always on the lookout for attractive and dependable young ladies to wait tables and hostess. All on the up and up, but just so you know, a lot of the girls who work in other clubs on Collins or Beach sideline as escorts for the high dollar clientele. I see nothing wrong with prostitution personally, but the unfortunate consequence is that typically the girls either get into drugs and end up hagged out in just a few years, or they get so burnt out on screwing anything that has the bucks that they turn off from sex completely. And in your case, that would be a crime, because you haven't even experienced it yet, and lemme tell you, it is a beautiful, magical thing. Especially when two people are in love."

'Are you in love with anyone, Chris," Chloe asked softly, not looking at me.

"I was for a long time," I admitted sadly. "She was my college sweetheart. She had her dreams and I had mine. They just didn't mesh. She lives in Chicago now and is married to a hot shot attorney. She still can't believe that I've been successful at what she called my silly hobbies. She phoned me a few months ago, drunk. She and Chad had had a fight and she wanted to get away for awhile. I almost invited her down, but it suddenly dawned on me that the door on that part of my life had closed and to reopen it was to step backwards. And I'm all about moving forward."

I sat down next to Chloe and took her hand. "Anyway, that's all history, and that's where we are going to put your old life if I have anything to say about it."

"I'd like that, too. But it seems like you're doing all this stuff for me and I'm just a nobody. What happens if I don't live up to your expectations? And how will I ever repay you for what you're offering to do?"

"First things first," I said authoritatively. "First thing is we get dressed, although I have to admit you look damn fine naked. Then we jump in my car and go back to your pad and you grab some clothes and makeup and whatever stuff you need for a few days. You can leave a short note to your father, but I'd only say that you've found your own place and you need some time away from him because you know what's been happening isn't right and you're scared. Let him stew for a few days. He's been more than rotten to you and not just recently, Chloe. I don't want you to hate him, but you have every reason to."

"I know," she agreed quietly. "I just know how much he misses my mom. I guess I let things get out of hand. I try fighting and telling him no every time he comes to me for... that. I'm always afraid that he'll either hurt me, or throw me out on the street."

I took her in my arms, hugging her like a brother this time and scolded, "Don't ever, ever, ever tell yourself that what's been going on is somehow your fault, you hear me? He's been taking advantage of you, and he's an adult. And your father, for God's sake." 

"Yes sir," she apologized meekly. 

"You can stay here for a few nights, and I'll teach you how to drive the scooter so you can get around. I'll call my buddy tonight and see about getting you a job. Tomorrow I'll call the registrar at UM. Can you get your transcripts sent down? You can send them here, or I'll set up a post office box for you so you'll have your own address." My mind was going at its normal speed of a million miles an hour, thinking about everything we needed to do to extricate my young friend from her current situation and instead put her on a path which brought her confidence and fulfillment.

And as my mind was spinning over all this new terrain, it took an off ramp and ran down a side road that went all the way to Omaha and back to the Brickell Tower, where Amanda, now to be known as Chloe, said she was from and was now living. Yes, my mind hit the old "What if?" and almost came to a complete screeching halt. 

What if, indeed. What if this young woman was running an elaborate con on me, seeking access to my home, my art treasures, my collection of rare plants, my computer and all the proprietary knowledge stored on it so vital to my business, past, present and future? What if I had been staked out and the ruse of the little dog was just that? How could I not rescue Benji from what was sure to be his last run? How could I not stop and talk to the lovely maiden, so innocent, so charming, so naïve and now, in such danger from her brutish father? Maybe it was just that the blowjob she gave me was too damn good to come from a girl who only did it to her boyfriend once in awhile. Oh yeah, and of course, to her dad, who she was afraid would rape her if she didn't. Or maybe it was that little smile, the kind someone gives when they know the hook's been set. I was a good candidate for such a scam. A young, nouveau riche former pool boy, suddenly finding himself living the good life, naïve, trusting and ripe for the picking.

"Damn!" I said suddenly. "I almost forgot. I leave early tomorrow morning for a meeting in Tampa. I'm driving over so I can stop by a couple of biological supply companies where we get the raw material for the glue I invented on the way back. I'll be gone a couple of nights, and one condition of my insurance policy on my home is that nobody stays here unaccompanied. So I guess you'll have to stay in a hotel while I'm gone. Then you can move your stuff into one of the other bedrooms once I get back. What's your preference? Here in South Beach, or over on the mainland? I know the GMs at both the Loews and the Shores so I can probably squeeze you a room at either. Both are five star properties. I personally like the Shores, but that's just me..."

"How about if I come along with you? " she suggested.

"I'd like that, but I don't know how long the meeting will last, and then they'll want to go out to dinner.... You know, the all night party deal if things go well. These guys are pretty repressed, so when they get a chance to let their hair down they go crazy. And as their guest I'm obliged to hang with them."

"You know, Chloe, there is something else. Like I said, I think you're terrific, at least from what I know about you. And I feel real bad about pulling that stunt on you," I said hanging my head in shame. "I almost wish we hadn't done that other thing, because I know I won't be able to get that out of my mind whenever we're together," I admitted, causing her face to turn rosy red once again.

Damn, I thought to myself. How does someone fake that if she is setting me up? 

"But I guess we need to proceed as friends from here on out. I'm not presuming that you want to be my girlfriend, or want me as a boyfriend. I'm only saying that I respect your virginity and the value you place on it." 

No matter how bad I want to bone the shit out of you, I thought to myself. 

I paced the floor again, mainly trying to figure out if she was a genuine damsel in distress or a very good hustler. "I guess I'm getting too far ahead of myself with all this. Let's just slow it down and do things one step at a time. I'll take you over to your condo so you can grab some things, and while you're doing that I'll call and get you a room. I wouldn't worry about leaving a note, unless you think that's best. Maybe you can call your father tonight and tell him you're not going to let him do that to you anymore."

"OK, Chris, whatever you think is best," she agreed complacently. 




Rule Number Three



"While I'm in Tampa you can call you old high school and get your transcripts sent down, or have them faxed to the hotel's business center. They have computers there, so you can go online and check out the University of Miami. I added off-handedly, "You know, check out the campus, find out the curriculum requirements for an art degree, check out dorm housing. Just charge everything to your room. Food, whatever." 

She gave me a big grin, looking excited about the prospect. "I don't know what to say. This is all like a dream. I start out the day wandering South Beach, and then suddenly I feel like I've stepped through a magical doorway."

I was pulling on some clothes at this point, smiling back at her. Chloe had begun dressing, and after she pulled her shirt over her head she commented, "Chris, I know that you didn't mean to scare me when you tied me up...that you didn't actually believe that I'm a virgin and all. I don't blame you, I swear, and I'm not mad at you. I made a mistake, and you made a mistake. Simple." 

"OK, Chloe. Thank you. But I've got to warn you again. You're not in Nebraska anymore. You can't just expect that everyone you meet is honest and trustworthy. I could easily have been a psycho rapist. And I've got to tell you something else.... Now that I've seen you without your baggy clothing --- you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. You're gonna have guys on you like white on rice. You can't just be as open as you are, you know what I'm saying, sweetheart? I'm flattered that you find me attractive enough to do what you did, but if you give head to every hot looking guy you see down here, you're jaw's gonna be sore as hell."

I looked over to see her blushing once again. I was beginning to doubt my earlier concern that she may be setting me up because I doubted anyone could fake embarrassment that way. Can they? To the point of getting red in the face? 

She scowled for a moment as she considered, and then rejoined with, "I told you I didn't do that just because of how you look!. It was because I wanted to thank you for saving Benji, and for being so nice to me. When we were walking through the mall and talking about art and passions, you made me feel like I'm --- I don't know what word to use --- maybe worthwhile I suppose. That I'm not stupid A Man Duh after all."

"Honey," I chuckled, "with your looks, you'll have guys falling over themselves being nice to you. I'm just the first one you ran into. And that makes me feel honored on the one hand, and damn lucky on the other. And I'll tell you something else. It's like I said to you before. I'll never forget that blowjob, just like I'll never forget what you look like without your clothes.

We were both fully dressed now and in the bathroom brushing our hair. She stood next to me, and suddenly turned to face me squarely.

"Chris, I know this sounds like more of the Midwestern hayseed you were complaining about, but I'm wondering about something."

"Yeah, what's that?" I asked, my curiosity aroused.

"Well, I've always thought that girls should save themselves for their husbands on their wedding night. I mean, that's what my mother always told me, so I believed her. But now I'm not so sure. It seems kinda old fashioned, don't you think?"

"Jeez, I don't know, Chloe. I guess it's up to each girl to decide when and who she gives herself to the first time. I will say this, though. It's a real special thing for a girl, and invariably she falls in love with whoever the guy is, even if he's a real dick. So I think you should be very selective. Either you should just do it with somebody you like, but don't have any great feelings for, just to get it out of the way, or you should wait like you've been doing, and give yourself to your husband." 

"Really?" she asked, looking at me again.

"Yep, because I'll let you in on a little secret. Most guys are pigs. They don't give a damn if it's special as hell to you. They just want to get laid. And if they can brag to their buddies that they nailed a virgin, all the better. Guys don't think too much about the emotions involved with sex. They only want the visuals and the friction. If you keep that in mind you'll save yourself a lot of heartache."

"You're saying that all guys are like that?" I had given her a brand new toothbrush, still in it's packaging and she had been fumbling with it trying to get it open.

"Not all guys, but the ones you'll meet if you're working at a nightclub or restaurant will be, that's for sure. Some will be players – guys on the make all the time. They try to get with as many girls as they can to prove to themselves and their buddies what studs they are. Then there's the nice guys.... They see a beautiful girl like you and act all goofy, convincing themselves that they are in love. These guys get the shit worked out of them by the hotties. They give away their money, loan out their cars, do the girls' homework, all because they are dying to get some nookie. The nice guys. And you know where nice guys finish...."

"But you're a nice guy, Chris," she protested.

"Yeah, and I've been worked like nobody's business, too." I agreed, smiling at her as she brushed her teeth. "And I probably will be again. I hope that it's more because I try to be generous and good hearted, and not because I'm a dumbass trying to get laid, but I've deceived myself before, so I may just be doing it again."

"You mean with me?" she asked in a small voice.

"The thought has occurred to me," I answered truthfully. "One part of me tells myself that I recognize your talent and your need to get away from your father, and that's why I'm willing to go out of my way to help you, but another part of me is sitting back laughing when I make the offer to help you shouting, 'SUCKER!'"

"Why? Because you think I'm beautiful?"

"Exactly!" I agreed. "Because every time I look at you a little voice in my head tells me to do whatever it takes within reason to get you into bed."

"So why didn't you just take me when you had the chance? I couldn't have stopped you. And with your money and success even if I had claimed you raped me you could convince everyone that I gave myself to you willingly."

"Ahh, that's the rub!" I said nodding my head. "And don't think I wasn't considering that, even after I became convinced that you were telling me the truth. The devil in me was shouting to go ahead and rip your panties off and plunder your treasures. But then thankfully for you, and for me I suppose, my conscience kicked in. You know, the 'Nice Guy'. He told the devil to get back in his corner and leave you alone." I gave her a long appraising look, letting her know how close I was to going the other way with her.

"Thank you," she said meekly. "I'm glad you're a nice guy, Chris." She rinsed the toothbrush and put it in the holder next to the sink. "In case I ever get over here again..." she said with a lopsided smile. "I kinda hope I do. You know" she said, stopping to turn back and look at me, "I think you are the man I'd like to ... you know," she stammered, looking embarrassedly at the floor, "...have sex with, but I wouldn't want you to want me that way only because you think I'm pretty. I'd like to think that you saw other things about me that made me special to you, just like I've seen other things about you besides your looks."

For once I was speechless. Well, almost anyway. I smiled at her said that I'd be better off not thinking about sex for awhile, but that I was honored by her compliment.

She scooped up Benji who had been watching us intently from his perch on my bed. We left the house by the front door this time, heading for the garage where I keep my car. I swung the right side's door open and stepped into the shadowed coolness. Chloe waited in the drive for me to pull out. She pulled the garage door closed, which I thought was pretty nice. I've been with some girls who wouldn't even consider doing anything so strenuous or helpful. I couldn't help liking this girl, but I was determined not to get carried away until I could do some checking on her background. 

She hopped into my cherry red Mini Cooper and smiled over at me. "Was that a Ferrari I saw in the other half of your garage?"

"Yep, a Testarossa," I explained. "It's not mine, although I get to drive it whenever I want. It belongs to a buddy who has a condo on the beach. He wants to keep the salt air off it as much as possible. Plus he's gone about 25 days out of the month on business. I'm not sure why he even lives in South Beach, other than to rub it in to his partners up in New York."

"Wow, this is some life you're living, Chris."

"You won't hear me complaining," I agreed. "Other than about the traffic. That's why I have my scooter and this little badass Cooper."

"It's really cute," she said as she looked around at the interior. "Is it pretty fast?"

"Man, where you been girl? Didn't you see the movie 'The Italian Job'? The gold heist in LA using 4 of these cars? Mark Wahlberg, Charlize Theron....?"

She shook her head no. 

"Well, these British Coopers are engineered by BMW. Supercharged engine, superb brakes, high performance suspension, computer assisted steering and traction controls for high speed cornering, with a gearbox that shifts like butter."

"Like buttah!" she corrected, mimicking the old Saturday Night Live skit with Mike Meyers playing the matronly Jewish talk show host describing Barbra Streisand's singing voice.

"So what's your secret to making all this money?" She was turned sideways in her seat, with Benji on her lap.

"Hmmm," I responded, thinking about it for a moment. "I guess first of all it takes hard work. For me it was seeing something in the lab at school and recognizing that it could fill a need. That was the barnacle glue. I share patent rights with UM for that, and believe me, it took a lot of hassles to get any of the proceeds, even though it was all my research. That taught me a valuable lesson, which is to keep your ideas to yourself. Once I got some royalty money I leased space in a lab off-campus and worked on plant fibers, first as insulation, then as flooring and roofing, and finally as a renewable building component. I've made a ton of money, but I swear I was in that lab 20 hours a day from the time I was 21 until early last year. Then I started working on the barnacle glue again, adapting my original research just enough so that I couldn't be charged with patent infringement. Isn't that a joke? My original research and labor, and I have to work around all that so I don't get sued by the school. I guess they see it that they provided the knowledge and the apparatus for me to develop my ideas, so they should get the bulk of the profits. I don't quite agree, but I suppose I could be wrong."

"So that's why your school buddies called you middle aged before you got out of your teens? Because you were driven to succeed?"

I smiled and nodded.

"I think I have a knack for making money. Part of it is knowing when to invest and when to back out. I keep my eyes and ears open and do a lot of research before I spend my dough. Like the house. I love it, but it's really only an investment for me. Same with the race horse me and a few other friends went in on together. He's a two year old from great bloodlines, but had a couple of poor showings at his first few races. We brought him down from New York last year, started working him with a new handler and trainer, and now he's kicking ass on the track. Heck, maybe he just didn't like the Brooklyn accent of his former owners!"

"Wow, you own a racehorse, too!" she enthused.

"Only a fourth of one," I corrected. 

"So what else is there to making a million by the time you're twenty-five? You don't think being handsome has helped at all?" she challenged.

"Part of it may be because of my looks, I'll admit. They open the front door for you and that's no doubt. But unless you're a model or a whore, that's as far as they take you. While I was in college I worked the summers and weekends as a cabana boy at the Fontainebleau Hotel. I worked my ass off, and along with the good tips, I started selling sun care products on the side. It was stuff I mixed up in the lab at school after hours and had bottled over in Little Havana on the west side of Miami. I made the lotions thick and creamy, with a great smell and full of stuff like jojoba oil, aloe vera, tea tree oil and a really good form of PABA for sun protection. Then I made an after-sun healer and skin conditioner with 70% aloe vera gel. They sold like hotcakes under the name Solar Essentials. Word got around and pretty soon a guy came around who offered me a deal I couldn't refuse, if you get my meaning. He bought me out and now they're marketing the stuff all over the country. That was a fortune I let get away...." 

I shrugged my shoulders and looked over at her while we were stopped at a red light. I could tell she was fascinated. 

"My looks help because they make a good first impression on people, so I learned to use them to my advantage. I work out regularly, keep away from alcohol, tobacco and drugs and I brushed up my language skills so I could speak with tourists from just about anywhere. Credibility came with all these factors – my looks, my vitality and my charm. The only people who didn't like me were the jealous husbands; usually fat guys with attractive wives. I learned more about sex in three years than most people will in a lifetime."

"You see!" she exclaimed. "I knew you were a beach stud! Maybe not a model, but pretty close. You used your looks and they helped you make money."

"Sure," I agreed. "That's just good marketing. But like I said, I busted my ass giving great service to the tourists on the beach. And I fulfilled a need by providing a product that they wanted."

"Are you talking about your stud service here, or your suntan lotion?" she mocked.

I made like I was going to hit her, causing Benji to growl at me. She reassured him that everything was all right, and I reached over and scratched his muzzle, causing him to forgive my transgression.

"So, you've been with like a lot of women?" asking the question all men hate to answer.

"Yeah, I guess I was sort of a player and a nice guy for a while there. I convinced myself that having sex with those chicks was almost like part of my job. I was on the beach to set up their lounge chairs, bring them towels, keep them from getting sunburned and to make them feel welcome at our hotel. In the evenings, it carried over to fulfilling their fantasies while they were on their vacations. Lots and lots of girls have a thing for lifeguards, and because I worked the pool deck too, I always wore a whistle, which I'd blow to keep kids from running on the deck, or to remind them not to stand on the rope that marks off the deep end. I think that stupid whistle got me more nookie than my looks," I laughed. "The lifeguard fantasy. It's funny, too," I went on, "how many girls about to get married want to have one last wild romp before they settle down to whiter whites, scuff-proof floors, second mortgages, and same old sex ...." (I think I'm paraphrasing John D. MacDonald's great character Travis McGee here.)

I stared out the window, recollecting all the girls I had banged who were in Florida either on their honeymoons, or with their fiancée's Damn, but some of them were fun! I hope I will remain in their minds as they do in mine --- a good time in the sun and a great time in the moonlight. I certainly always tried to make each girl feel special. I tried to make her feel that by her allowing us to make love together I was winning a prize I would always cherish.

Chloe interrupted my reveries singing, "Chris is a beach stud... beach stud... beach stud! Chris is a beach stud!" The smile on her face was lovely and fresh.

"No really," I chuckled, trying to explain. "You'd be amazed at how many chicks are out to have a fling while they're on vacation. And I was an easy target. I'd get to know them on the beach or pool deck. We'd talk about what to do at night, and then one thing would lead to another. After a while I started feeling used by them."

"You poor thing," she commiserated in a jesting tone. "Being forced to make love to those horny chicks! I don't blame you for feeling used. So what was the youngest; what was the oldest; did you ever turn down a woman's advances even when you knew it would cost you tips later; did you ever get caught by jealous husbands, fathers or boyfriends; and did you ever do an ugly or fat one? "Oh yeah," she added, "and have you ever taken money for sexual favors?"

"Wow, are you gonna write a book on me or something," I laughed. 

Her eyes were twinkling, but she only shrugged and gave me a who knows? kind of look.

Actually, it didn't bother me that she was asking all these rather personal questions; my life is pretty much an open book to everyone as far as I'm concerned. I don't have any skeletons which cause me great regrets, nor do I think I've done anything illegal. Moral might be another question however, and it's one that I ask myself about all the time.

"OK, well, no, I've never felt forced into bed with someone who I plainly wasn't attracted to, and that would include extremely ugly or grossly fat. I have turned down plenty of obvious advances, but always in a way which did not hurt their feelings, and which I made up for by giving even better service whenever possible, unless the woman was incredibly rude or crude. I've seen plenty of those types, too." 

I took a deep breath and began answering her other questions. "The oldest was probably in her mid to late 40s, and was absolutely stunning. She was the mistress to an old geezer twice her age. I learned more about satisfying a woman from her than all the others combined. Mainly because she refused to let me leave until I got it right. Again and again and again and again...." 

"Yeah, I think I get your point there, buddy," Chloe quipped. "And the youngest? Come on, be honest!"

"She was fifteen, but I swear I didn't know that until afterward. She looked every day of eighteen and that's how old she told me she was. It was only when I was talking to her father, who of course had no idea that I had boffed his daughter the night before, that I found out. I was a nervous wreck for a month after that. But that girl was hot, and I sure wasn't the first to scratch her itch."

"Pervert!" she shouted out her open window and laughing with abandon. "Help, I'm riding with a pervert!" 

Nobody could hear her, either from being old and deaf and in cars with the air conditioning cranked to compensate for the Florida heat, or from Latinos and African Americans with music blasting so loud from their cars that they couldn't hear themselves yell, much less hear my little tormenter Chloe.

"You still have a couple of questions left unanswered, buck-o," she reminded me. "Did you ever get caught, and did you ever take money?"

I was quiet for a long moment, considering the best way to answer, which of course made Chloe think I was stalling.

"Come on, there's nothing to think about here. Did you ever get caught, and did you ever take money?" she persisted.

"I never got caught actually in the sack with a girl, but I'm sure there were a few fathers or boyfriends who suspected something was going on. I made it a practice to never allow myself to seduce or be seduced by married women in the company of their husbands. But ever caught with my pants down? No." 

...I was thinking about the time I had to jump off the third floor balcony into a pile of lounge chair cushions to evade a girl's dad, and the time I hid in the hotel linen closet for an hour while another staked me out, finally growing impatient and cursing me for a solid ten minutes before returning to his own room.




Rule Number Three



I stretched my neck, rolling it back and forth before commenting, "No, I never took money for sex. Nor did I ever use alcohol or drugs to get laid Nor have I ever paid for sex, lie to a girl to get sex, or especially, never used sex as a weapon. It was also somewhere around that time that I also learned Rule Number Two --- the Two Time Rule.

"What's the two time rule?" She looked confused, and maybe a little embarrassed for not knowing what I referred to.

"You wouldn't know it, Chloe my love, because you are still pure. But I assure you, you will fall prey to this rule, just as every other member of your gender has since Adam and Eve left the Garden."

"Well, what is it?" she demanded. "Wait, first tell me what Rule Number One is."

"I already have, babycakes. That's the rule about how virgins always fall in love with the guy who gets their cherry, unless they give it to a stranger who they never see again."

"OK, so what's Rule Number Two?"

"Ah, well, that's a secret that all men should know, but only a few actually do. It's because we are ruled by our gonads --- you know what gonads are, don't you dear, and their function on a man?" 

She nodded her head yes, urging me on by widening her eyes and lifting her eyebrows to show her impatience.

"Because we men are under the spell that women have placed on our gonads, most of us miss this most important rule, foregoing everything sacred to our gender in the pursuit of bumping fuzz.... Making the beast with two backs.... Laying pipe. Entering the silken cavern. Do you get my meaning here?"

"Yes, I get your meaning! You're talking about --- pardon my French --- your talking about fucking. Right?"

"Exactamundo, chica sabor," I replied with an eyebrow raise of my own. "Fucking is precisely the word to use. We men ignore the rule. We abandon it readily. We forsake its wisdom, because of the spell you women have cast upon us, creating our endless desire for fucking."

"So...? Are you gonna tell me what this almighty rule is that's so secret to women and so ignored by men?"

I drummed my fingers on the shift lever, feigning deep consternation over whether I would be betraying my fellow men. I took a deep breath and sighed.

"It's not really a secret to women ---- it's more like a misunderstanding. Anyway.... I like you, Chloe, I really do. But I'm afraid that knowing this rule will only hurt you in the long run. It will make you suspicious before you ever have need for such a heinous emotion when dealing with a man whose company you enjoy. If you were not lily pure of heart and body I would gladly tell you. Or you would probably recognize it for yourself, or perhaps maybe not, for that is the other side of this insidious rule. The side that women avoid or misunderstand just as assiduously as men do the other."

"God, you're making me crazy with all this high-fallutin' talk!" she complained, becoming a bit miffed at me. "You called it the two time rule, but I don't think you mean it like someone who cheats, like a two-timer. And you said we are talking about...fucking," she continued, trying to ignore that she was blushing bright red again. (How many times was that today... twenty?)

"So it's something about fucking two times," she deduced, accepting the word more readily now. "But what? What about fucking two times, Chris?" she pleaded.

"You really want to know? Absolutely and positively? Because if I tell you, it's going to change the way you think about a lot of things. I mean, I've already betrayed my male oath and explained to you how we men see taking a girl's virginity --- that it means nothing to us more than a great thing to brag about to our buddies. I don't know if I can tell you the two time rule and keep a clear conscience."

Chloe slumped down in her seat and stared blindly out her window, exasperated to the max. I let her stew while I negotiated some nasty traffic around a supermarket. Finally she turned to me.

"Are you gonna tell me, or not?"

"I'll tell you, Chloe," I said, becoming serious, "but I don't think you'll know what it all means, or you'll forget it like most people do. But here it is: For a man, the two time rule works like this. If a guy has sex with --- fucks --- a woman more than two times, he better be prepared for the change that invariably happens to his partner. And remember, I've said he should already know this, but through ignorance and that spell by women, his brain refuses to acknowledge the rule. What he thought was just a fun relationship with a girl has suddenly changed. 

The third time he makes love to her, she's gonna start believing that there's something 'special' happening between them. It's no longer just scratching a delicious itch to her. No, now it's got meaning. But he'll keep coming back to scratch his itch, thinking that's all she wants too, until finally she'll come right out and ask where their relationship is heading. Now if he had a lick of sense he would have seen this coming, because after all, it's the Rule. But because of his blindness, he'll miss it completely, time after time, with woman after woman. So he'll say something stupid like, 'what do you mean, relationship? And she'll say, 'This, you idiot. This thing we're doing together. Laughing, and holding each other, and making love. Doesn't this mean anything to you?'" 

I shook my head sadly. "Did you catch that, Chloe? Did you see how fucking changed to making love after the second time? It's important. It's part of the Rule."

I looked over at Chloe for a brief moment, trying to see if she understood before continuing.

"Because she's forgotten her half of the rule, too! She sees having sex more than two times as the beginning of something more than scratching an itch, forgetting that a man is driven by his testicles and that he only wants to get his rocks off, and then go to sleep, or better yet, go home or send her home, whichever the case may be. He's forgotten his half of the rule that promises that if he bangs her more than twice, he's in for trouble. She's forgotten her half that promises that a man very rarely sees sex in the same light, no matter how many times they screw. For him it's about the same as taking a good dump, but usually smells a whole lot better."

I stopped talking and looked over at Chloe, who was looking at me dumbfoundedly. Finally she spoke. "Are you kidding me? That's the rule? That men are stupid and that women are emotional nitwits?"

"You can doubt it all you want, Miss Crosby, but I assure you it's true. Like the Virgin Rule. I've already warned you about that one."

"Remind me again," she said defiantly.

"It's simply this. You will fall madly in love with the man you give yourself to the first time, even if he's a complete idiot and jerk. You however, will convince yourself that you see something in him that no one else sees --- a hidden pool of something that you feel you can not live without. This will go on until you finally awaken from your trance, and then you will probably end up hating him for deceiving you so blatantly, even if he's overall a pretty nice guy who just happened to be in the right place at the wrong time."

"Oh, so you're saying that whoever I give my virginity to will be some poor unlucky son of a bitch, who even though he's an all right guy I'll probably end up hating?"

"Most likely," I agreed. "Unless you do what I suggested, which is to give yourself to a stranger you hardly know, but who you feel you can trust. Someone who will be gone completely from your life immediately afterward, so there will be no way for you to hound him until he does turn into that hateful wretch you will create in your mind. I think it must be nature's way of teaching a woman something, but I'm not exactly sure what. You ladies are wired way different from men."

"I think you're insane!" she cried, half in despair and half in anger.

"You know that most tribal peoples indoctrinate their girls at around age 11 or 12, and usually by several of the older men of the tribe. That way the girls don't dwell on what they've lost and move on to form loving relationships with men their own ages based on reality and not their imaginations."

"Yeah, like there's anything to learn from people stuck in the Stone Age," she commented bitterly.

Even though these Stone Age cultures are not technologically advanced, their social traditions have worked well for them for hundreds of thousands of years" I countered. "Our modern culture is barely out of the cradle in comparison, and what do we have? Murders, suicides, genocides, depression, identity loss in a system that takes more than it gives back, and an abandonment of the family unit. You never see those things in those primitive societies. We can learn a lot from them about human dignity."

"So let me get this straight," she said after a long moment of consideration. "Say for instance you and I became involved sexually. Because I'm a virgin, and because you'd still be around, you're saying that I would automatically fall madly in love with you, even if you treated me like dirt afterward? But that eventually I would come out of this trance and end up hating you?"

"Yes! And think of what would happen if you gave me your virginity and then we made love on three, four, or five different occasions! Then both rules would go into effect. You would be, for all intents and purposes, partially insane, and subject to mood swings, emotional outbursts, fits of deep depression and God knows what else for quite some time. And as a typical male pig, I would be stupid to it all, only wanting to rut with you like a farm animal as often as possible before turning the game on TV or falling fast asleep. That is, if I was a typical guy, who doesn't understand the Rules, which I do."

"But what if you were in love with me?" she asked in a child's voice, using a tone which almost begged me to go gentle on her. 

Her eyes were brimming with tears, the harsh reality of what I was explaining to her collapsing the romantic notion of the world she had carried since hearing her first fairy tale. I knew I shouldn't have opened my big mouth in the first place about the Rules. This poor young thing had a horrible home life, and here I was ruining for her the dreams she had of living happily ever after.

"Well, Chloe," I answered while looking deeply into her lovely eyes, "if we were both in love then would be a whole different story. Then Rule Number Three comes into play."

"And what's Rule Number Three?" she asked hopefully, twisting her hands in her lap.

"Rule Number Three can apply either to a virgin, to a man, or to a woman. It works like this: If the man who takes a virgin's maidenhood is in love with her, and emotionally mature enough to handle all that being in love entails, then they live happily ever after. If a man is in love with the woman he's fucked more than twice, and she with him, the same thing goes. That's Rule Number Three --- The Happily Ever After rule."

Chloe looked at me gratefully and then broke down crying for a quick couple of sobs. Once she got herself back under control I decided it was time to lighten the mood a bit, so I added,

"... or at least until the last episode of the last season of their favorite television show, or unless he tells her they are, a) out of money; b) that his mother is coming to live with them; c) that he's taken a job in Yellowknife in the Yukon Territory of Canada and she should start packing immediately and to remember to pick up snow shoes for both of them; or, d) he asks her to do a threesome which includes her younger sister. If any of those issues come into play, you can probably conclude that the happily ever after stuff is gone the way of the goony bird." 

I grinned over at her and asked with a perverted leer, "You don't have a younger sister, do you?"

Chloe reached over and slugged me in the arm just as we pulled to the front of her condominium tower. She hopped out without further comment, then turned to lean back in the passenger window.

"Are you sure about this, Chris? Are you sure that I'm not being a big inconvenience? Are you sure you think I'm worth it?" The honesty of her questions was written across her face.

I smiled at her and put my hand on her forearm. "Grab what you need. Take as long as want. I'm not going anywhere. I think you're worth it."

Twenty seconds later I was out of the car and bribing the concierge to find out what apartment she was going to and the name on its lease. This turned out to more difficult that it sounds, for the man on duty was good at his job. I had to mention a few important names in the area, and then match phone numbers with his computerized rolodex so he could call to verify I was who I claimed to be. Ten minutes later I was speaking to the leasing agent herself, an old friend of sorts. She confirmed that there was indeed a William Crosby in the building as a new tenant, having recently arrived from Omaha with his daughter Amanda, no age given. I asked if she could describe Amanda, and the woman was spot on.

"A lovely fair skinned girl, with quite a body under those dreary clothes she wears. I happened to see her one day recently out at the pool, and darling, let me tell you, if I was so inclined, I would love to spend time with her."

I asked if a thorough background check had been run on her old man, the former Air Force jet jockey now piloting a southern hemisphere route for American. 

"Perhaps we can discuss this over drinks, darling," she suggested. "I know a lovely place where they make the best mojitos in Miami."

The woman was known in south Florida as a female tigress with a sexual appetite which required lusty servings of fresh man meat on a frighteningly frequent basis. She went through boyfriends the way other people might go through a package of bologna.

"OK," I agreed. "I have a bit of business to take care of until around 6PM, then I'm free after that."

"For the whole evening, I hope," she said in a husky voice. "I haven't seen you in ages --- since you took care of me two years ago when I was staying at the Fontainebleau while they remodeled my apartment."

"No, I'm afraid all night won't be possible," I said cautiously. "I have an early meeting in Tampa tomorrow morning, so I'll be hitting the highway around 5AM." Until maybe 11 o'clock is the best I can do. I tell you what, you pick the place for the drinks and I'll pick the place for supper."

"Well, that sounds inviting indeed!" she remarked breathlessly. "I hear you've done quite well for yourself since those days on the beach. What is it you're doing again? Some kind of fish paste or something?"

Veronica was always the kidder.

"Yup. Fish paste. I'll bring some along if you'd like."

"That won't be necessary, darling. Just bring that cute smile and those tight buns of yours. I'm sure we'll make out just fine with those.... Why don't we meet at my place? We can have drinks there while we discuss what we'd like to eat later on. You remember where I live, don't you Chris?"

"Sure do, Veronica. How 'bout 6PM sharp?"

"Let's make it 6:30, lover boy. I can tell you're anxious, but I want to relax a bit after this rough day I'm having."

My next call was to the general manager of The Shores, one of Miami Beach's hottest hotels in the deco district of South Beach. He took my call right away, since big money and an open account in his bar can do such things with ease. Not to mention he was a college buddy of mine. 

I begged him for a room for a few nights, and he replied after a few moments while he put me on hold that all he had was one of their most expensive bungalows, which he would normally comp to an old friend like me, but since it was for a friend and not me personally, he would have to charge the rack rate of $950 per night. He would of course throw in one of the hotel's scooters, a computer and a cell phone, and all the spa services from waxing to massage. I grumbled a bit but accepted his offer, giving him the name Chloe Crosby. In trade for these "extras" all l I had to do was get him the use of the Ferrari for the next three days. And that's how business is done in South Beach, just as it is everywhere else in the world. Swish!

Amanda, or Chloe as we agreed she would be called, came out the front of the tower's entrance lugging a large green duffle, the type the military issues to recruits. It looked as heavy as she, so I hopped up the steps to help. Benji was right at her feet, secured to a leash she had secured to her other wrist. Under that arm was a box of dog food and a bag with two bowls in it. I stuffed her bag behind our seats, joking that I was surprised she was able to get the kitchen sink on only one trip. She giggled and said that what she had brought was mostly her stuffed animals and boxes and boxes of pop tarts.

"I left a note for my dad," she announced once we were moving north along Beach Boulevard, passing the Marriott, another nice hotel, but a bit south from the action. "I told him that I'm safe and with friends. I didn't say anything about why I moved out. He knows!" she said vehemently. "Anyway, I told him I'd call him tonight around 7." 

She looked speculatively at me, then commented, "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"I think you're gonna like where I've found for you to stay till I get back from Tampa."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah!" I agreed. "You heard about Brad and Angelina coming to South Beach and holing up in a little bungalow for weeks?"

"You mean Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie?" she cried excitedly. " Not long after he left Jennifer? That's where I'll be staying? In that same bungalow?"

"You got it, babe," I said smugly. "I bet you'll still see the steam on the mirrors from those two."

"Don't you think they look great together? I know it was hard for Jen, but you can't deny the chemistry between him and Angelina."

"I guess," I agreed hesitantly. "I mean, it's sort of a good thing that I'm no longer a cabana boy, don't you think? What if I had been the guy bringing them beach towels and fruity drinks from the pool bar? Don't you think she would have dropped him like a hot potato?"

"Gawd," she laughed, "get over yourself! I say one nice thing about how you look, and now you've got the rearview mirror aimed at your face. And what is it you keep doing with your eyebrows? That little wiggle thing? Is that supposed to be sexy?"

I turned so she could see that I was only raising one eyebrow at a time, in the manner of a chic and debonair scoundrel. She laughed uproariously, smacking her thigh with her fist, causing Benji to start yipping.

I wheeled us up to the front of The Shores, where a liveried attendant held the door for Chloe. I gave him her name, and pointed to the duffle behind the seats. I walked around and palmed him a fifty, and told him to take care of my girlfriend like she was his favorite sister, giving him a stern look that said, Hands Off! He got my meaning, nodding his head and saying, "Yes sir", in the proper tone. 

He did a quick check on his chart, then smiled and welcomed us to The Shores. He said we were pre-registered by Mr. Peroni himself, and that it would be his privilege to see us to our suite. I didn't correct him that only she was staying, thinking that would remove at least one more horny fucker from trying to put the make on her. Man, I know how these hotel guys operate. When I was at the Fontainebleau it was always a competition between the bellmen and the beach guys on who would tag more of the tourist honeys. 

"Leave my car somewhere handy if you would please," I suggested. "I'll be coming right back out."

"Yes sir," he replied, "we'll leave it right where it is for an hour, then move it over there if you find yourself delayed," pointing to a spot on the entry curb.

With Benji trotting smartly at her heels, Chloe and I walked through the beautiful lobby, past the shops and dining room and then through the pool area to a secluded and exquisitely landscaped second story cottage which had its own gated and secured beach entrance, a lovely patio with a hammock and slider rockers, and an indoor/outdoor hot tub. Inside, the rooms were bright and sunny, the walls colored in tropical pastels and corals. There was a good sized living room with a 42 inch plasma screen complete with surround sound and all the bells and whistles for playing DVDs, satellite radio or whatever. Tomas went over each feature with enthusiastic competence, explaining this and that, and showing proper deference throughout. The kitchen was already stocked with a variety of fresh fruits and veggies and cheeses. There was a cappuccino/espresso maker with ground Costa Rican coffee in a container, bottles of expensive spring water and several types of soda, or pop as they say in certain northern regions.




Rule of Three



Now

After Reina got off the phone with Tiana, Puppy saw that familiar glint return to her eyes as the right corner of her mouth curled into a beguiling grin. Slowly, Reina drew tension on her shiny leather collar and pulled her head towards the warmth of her lap. 

"Play with me, Puppy." Reina coolly instructed her as their eyes locked.

Since Puppy was forbidden to speak when she wore her collar and leash she complied diligently by glazing Reina's shaved crotch with her all too eager tongue.

Then

Before meeting Reina and away from her, Puppy had a name and was a member of the city's well-to-do. She was a senator's daughter; educated, philanthropic and a patron of the arts yet she was bored. Tall, blonde-haired, blue eyed and elegantly refined she would not have been out of place on a catwalk or a red carpet gala. Yet she found little fulfillment in the times she had strode down them. The city was spread out before her like a buffet yet she always found herself wanting and she cared little for those who pandered to her.

Meeting Reina changed everything for her.

Reina was the talk of the city's alt-pop-art scene. Her photos, paintings and short films were evocative, provocative and unflinchingly erotic. She was an alluring ethnic blend of Malaysian and Portuguese, beyond that her bio shed little light on her past and in her rare public appearances and interviews she only spoke about her work while deftly evading any probing questions. Once she had spoken her piece, her brusque, bespectacled publicist/manager, Harlan whisked her away.

Puppy, like so many others, was hopelessly intrigued by Reina's mystique. Unlike so many others, Puppy had the means to sate her curiosity. 

There was a hush-hush, VIP showing of Reina's latest BDSM themed pop-art simply titled, "Submission" at an undisclosed location. Puppy got wind of it and pulled a few strings to get in. For discretion's sake, she wore an auburn wig and a sensible pantsuit to the event held in the converted basement of an abandoned warehouse near the docks of the city. 

Sepia toned and grainy black and white GIFs of male and female models along with the artist herself engaged in acts of BDSM and humiliation were projected on the brick walls and ceiling of the venue. As arresting as the images were, Puppy was intently scouring the crowd for Reina. Three hours into the event, Reina made her appearance with no fanfare. It was as if she had always been there, hidden within the crowd in her dark jade evening gown as Harlan kept her slavering public at bay.

Puppy helplessly made her way towards the pair and her eyes made contact with Reina's an instant before Harlan was about to brush her aside. It was then that Reina whispered something in his ear and he allowed Puppy within an arm's length of the object of her obsession. Puppy was about to gush enthusiastically when Reina pressed her slender left pointer finger to Puppy's Cupid's Bow shaped mouth and silenced her. Reina's midnight black painted lips parted in a knowing smile and she whispered again to Harlan. He reached into the brown satchel draped across his shoulder and drew out a red leather collar with matching, attached leash and gave it to Reina. She then put it on Puppy and led her away to the applause dappled with curious murmurs of the crowd.

Later, at Reina's studio apartment on the other side of town, at Reina's instruction, Harlan stripped Puppy naked and knelt her on a large Persian rug. Still collared and looking up helplessly at Reina, Puppy's clothes and personal effects were neatly stowed on one of the many wheeled clothing racks otherwise stocked with leather and latex outfits and lingerie used in Reina's pieces. 

"I know you love me. I can see it in those big puppy eyes of yours." Reina spoke boldly and calmly to the awestruck young woman at her feet. "Hmm, that's what you are now, my Puppy. You like being my Puppy don't you?" she added and Puppy enthusiastically nodded in agreement. "Good. Puppies don't use words, they emote through physicality and their natural exuberance is tempered by their supplication to their alpha. You will be a good Puppy won't you?" Puppy nodded eagerly. Reina looked over at Harlan and gave him a curt nod of her head and he removed his clothing to reveal a chiseled body and an eager, lengthy cock. Turning back to Puppy, Reina told her, "You are mine to do with as I please. I will allow you to play with Harlan but only under my direct supervision." At those words Harlan pounced on Puppy and forcefully jutted his veiny, hard cock past her lips and into her throat. She drooled and gagged but did not resist. Her hands remained at her sides as Harlan used fistfuls of her golden hair to aggressively direct her mouth along the unrelenting length of his pink shaft. "Good fucking Puppy." Harlan snarled through gritted teeth.

Reina undressed and made her way to a nearby cabinet containing an assortment of sex toys. She took out a riding crop, a black leather flogger and chained nipple clamps then she spoke forebodingly, "Puppies need to be trained and disciplined. This process is often arduous and lengthy."

Three months later, Puppy was naked and curled up in a corner of the cage Reina had custom-made for her. Usually she would be awaiting her next course of discipline but this time she was watching Reina and Harlan fighting over her. "How dare you? After all this time. She is my Puppy!" Reina yelled at Harlan over discovering that he had been playing with Puppy without her permission.

"She is a person and I..." he was interrupted by Reina before finishing, "Love her? No. You were having your other flavors this whole time. My Puppy was simply the best of them."

Harlan took a deep breath and calmed down before he spoke again, "Look, you're right. We have been doing this for a long time and I feel it's time for a change."

"Well change all you want but Puppy stays with me!" After Reina made her declaration Puppy perked up in her cage.

"If that's the way you want it then I have to tender my resignation. Effective immediately." Harlan somberly replied.

Puppy listened to the clamor of Harlan collecting his effects and his announcement that Reina would be hearing from his lawyers soon before the elevator door slammed. 

The ensuing silence was interrupted by the clicking of Reina's high heels as she turned to Puppy's cage. As Reina drew closer, Puppy pressed her delicate features in between the bars of her cage and locked eyes with her, trying to guess her intentions. Reina spoke solemnly to Puppy, "Before I collar and leash you, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Puppies don't talk." she submissively whispered. 

Reina smiled at her devilishly before collaring her through the bars and dragging her out of her cage by her leash.

"I know you're sorry but I have to teach you a lesson and make you understand just how much you've hurt me." Reina told her before slapping her hard in the meat of her right cheek and forcing her face down to the cold, hard wood floor by her flaxen hair. "I love you Puppy. When I get done, you won't ever make a mistake like you did with Harlan ever again."

Reina spent the next few hours savaging her Puppy. She plundered her orifices with her fingers, a large strap-on and dildos. Puppy's cries echoed as her ass and breasts were paddled. Reina even caned the soles of her dainty feet. There came a point where Reina trussed Puppy up in an elevated prone position and with a double headed strap on, she simultaneously assailed both of her fuck sockets as she berated her for betraying their covenant via her actions with Harlan.

Puppy had never conceived a more sublime torture. Her bond with Reina was renewed with every bruise left on her smooth skin. Reina's stream of insults and degradations reflected the passion she felt for her Puppy. Puppy cried till tears stained her cheeks and screamed gutturally, wordlessly to the vindication of Reina. If Puppy was allowed to speak during those long hours she would have thanked Reina profusely and sworn to do anything to please her. 

After Reina was done and the exquisite, lingering sting of the previous hours warmed Puppy's weakened flesh, both women were in tears and kissed deeply for what felt like the first time. "Good Puppy." Reina cooed to her as she stroked her sub's golden hair before putting her back into her cage for the night.

Now

"Tonight is going to be a milestone for all of us." Reina said to Puppy as she artfully applied the finishing touches to her makeup. "Tiana and her special boys will be here soon and I have to make sure everything is ready." Reina left Puppy to prepare herself before attending to the last minute technical details of the live streaming event on their website.

Part Three coming soon 



Rule of Thumb



INTRODUCTION

This story is a follow on to a four-part series recently posted in Loving Wives entitled CHEATING AT CARDS which describes the mechanics of the breakdown of Patsy's marriage. I don't think it's essential to read those ones first, although it may serve to give you a better picture of her character.

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"I have a golden rule for when a man talks about the size of his cock," Shirley declared in a loud voice.

"Really?" I responded, very quietly; not entirely sure that I wanted to hear this.

"Yes... it's the 'divide by two and add one' rule," she smiled and, when I looked a bit uncertain, she explained, "If he says he's got ten inches... my rule works it out at six. It normally works for a claim of anything above seven... and you'd be amazed at how accurate it is!"

"So... does that mean you carry a tape measure around with you?" asked George, the head of the history department in his customary droll fashion. But if he'd thought it would irritate Shirley, he was wrong.

"There's no need to," she stated, "have you never heard of the 'rule of thumb?' 

George produced a sharp intake of breath and launched into an explanation of the origins of the phrase -- something about a completely fallacious idea that it had once been the maximum thickness allowed by law for a stick to beat one's wife with -- while Shirley rolled her eyes.

"Be that as it may, Georgie boy," she eventually interrupted -- knowing how much he hated being called that, "but my 'rule of thumb' is rather different to that. I happen to know that the distance between the tip of my thumb and the top crease of the first joint is exactly one inch! Therefore, if I happen to get myself into one of those intimate moments...."

"What d'you mean 'if'?" Georgie said, but was ignored.

"...With someone who's been boasting about their size, I can easily establish the extent to which they've been lying. What about you, Patsy?"

I should have expected to be drawn into the conversation -- in fact I probably had expected it -- but it didn't mean I was ready with an answer. Shirley was, to say the very least, an extrovert. She was the dominant force in most conversations in the staff room and many of those conversations centred on her 'romantic exploits.' Her stories -- particularly on a Monday morning when she'd spent the weekend 'out on the pull' as she called it - were frequently hilarious and, although they stopped short of being downright crude, it was often a very thin dividing line. And when the weekend approached, as it was on that Friday morning, it was clear that she was warming up ready for whatever was likely to come her way.

She was in her mid-forties, in pretty good shape for her age and, other than the lines that testified to the trials and tribulations of three marriages and an equal number of divorces, was attractive in what could best be described as an 'obvious' way or, to be more candid, she flaunted herself. I knew this because I'd been out with a group of female teachers from the school on a couple of occasions and I'd seen the way she behaved. It wasn't just that she tended to throw herself at any attractive males -- she seemed to have a personal catapult to launch her in their direction.

On those nights out, I'd tried to keep my head down and stick with the married ones who were simply enjoying the conversation, a few quiet drinks and a couple of dances -- the ones who were happy to go home to their husbands at the end of the evening with a clear conscience.

I didn't have to do that, of course; in fact, I no longer had a husband to go home to. I was, officially, a single woman again now that I'd received the decree absolute which, to my surprise had taken just a little over six months. Geoffrey, my former husband, had been perfectly willing to admit adultery rather than waiting for the two years of separation, and I was grateful to him for that. 

I'd stayed at my mum's house until everything was settled and then, feeling the need to get away from all the people who knew my marriage had 'failed,' I'd applied for the post I currently I held at a secondary school in Lancashire -- far away from my home in Sussex. I'd settled nicely; the school was a pretty decent one with reasonable facilities, the staff were friendly and I'd found a pleasant flat to rent that was within easy walking distance of work.

By this time, though, it was almost ten months since I'd walked out on my husband and, not only had there been no romance, I hadn't even had a single date in all that time. I had the feeling that Shirley regarded me as her project. She knew I was divorced, knew that I wasn't 'getting any,' as she expressed it, and seemed determined to match me up with someone as soon as possible. So she was perfectly well aware that I'd be embarrassed when she asked me what I thought of her 'rule of thumb.'

"I... errm... I don't know," I mumbled, "I've never really thought about it. Does anyone know what's happened to Sarah this morning?"

"Didn't you know?" Shirley asked, without revealing any irritation at my attempt to divert the conversation, "she called in sick. I think you're down for one of her classes this afternoon. You'd better check, Love."

So I did; and I was. I teach English Literature and Language and, when pushed to do so, Drama -- but I was marked down to take a year-10 class for Religious Studies and I didn't have a clue what to do for that. My concern must have shown because George immediately said:

"Don't look so worried Patsy... you can do anything you like with that. The last time I did one I did something about the Crusades and...."

"And it took the pupils weeks to recover from the boredom!" Shirley interrupted, "You'd be better off doing something about morals... abortion, divorce, sanctity of marriage... anything like that."

"Morals? You've taught kids about morals?" George said, raising his eyebrows at her but tempering it with a smile; Even so, I was still glad to hear the bell ring and bring the discussion to an end before it went any further. 

Like most schools, the budget was forever tightening, which meant that we often had to fill in for absent teachers, even if it meant going into uncharted territory but, as long as it wasn't one of the science subjects -- especially physics, which I'm hopeless at -- I suppose I didn't have any reason to complain. The only problem was that I hated not having a prepared lesson plan; which isn't to say that I always stuck rigidly to whatever I'd mapped out in advance, it was just that I preferred to have some have idea of what I was doing.

Eventually, to follow on with what they'd been doing in their previous lesson, the subject we got on to was relationships. In particular, the session centred on whether the idea of one woman and one man -- for life -- was still relevant in today's society. Their usual teacher, Sarah Coulson, was a very devout Catholic who had tried to impress on them that it ought to be so but, as a divorcee; it would have been hypocritical for me to follow that line and so I opened it for discussion. And I think I learnt more from it than they did! 

I mean, I'm not exactly an arch conservative, but I was amazed at the liberal values held by this sample of a younger generation. Would they forgive a partner who cheated? The vast majority said they would -- as long as it was a moment of weakness rather than a full-blooded affair. Fidelity, it seemed was desirable -- but not vital. Marriage vows were serious -- but people could make mistakes and they should move on from them; and so on. It even appeared that 'one-night-stands' were okay as long as no one was hurt and no promises made or broken. 

There was a lot less than two decades between myself and those pupils and I was genuinely staggered to discover how attitudes had changed so quickly and so dramatically, and how much more mature and knowledgeable about such things they were than I'd been at their age. At the end of the period I was asked whether I'd be taking them again if Mrs Coulson hadn't returned and, when I told them it was unlikely, their obvious disappointment was one of those moments that teachers live for.

By the end of the day I was feeling a little glow of satisfaction as I went through the school gates and headed for home; but that was where the agreeable satisfaction of the day's events quickly began to change into the customary melancholy of the evening. At that time, I was still fairly new to the area and, as well as not having made many friends, I hadn't really begun to socialise. 

Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I've never been the kind of person who can go out to a nightclub or even a bar on my own. I've always thought it was simply asking for trouble -- or the preserve of those who are looking for someone to pick up for companionship and, perhaps, a little more than that. It wasn't that I didn't think about such things -- I did, and far more frequently as the days passed.

As I listlessly searched through the freezer for something worth eating, I couldn't help thinking that it had been the best part of year since I'd experienced the ecstatic release that came from good sex, the wonderful giving and receiving of pleasure and, of course, the satisfaction of simply relaxing and relishing the presence of a lover afterwards. In my terms, I missed being loved and missed the closeness of being loved -- in Shirley's terms, I was horny!

I'd spent five years with my husband and, during most of that time; we'd enjoyed a healthy and happy sex life. In fact, had it not been for the revelations about his extra-curricular activities and his (to my mind) weird kinks, we would probably still be doing all of that and possibly thinking about starting our own family. 

Before marriage, I'd had just three sexual relationships. Mum had always told me that, if a man asked, always to say 'two.' "They can handle that," she advised me, "Say less than that and they'll think it must have been serious enough that you'll still be thinking about it... or that you'll wonder what you missed and want to experiment someday. Say more than that and they'll worry that you need more than they can provide."

I know I laughed at the time, and I'd told my husband the truth -- which may have been why he'd so often asked me about my experiences and wanted me to describe them to him. Or maybe that was just the first of many missed hints about his other desires.

The freezer offered nothing that appealed to me and so, making a mental note to start making proper meals for myself again, I decided that I'd have to go out for something to eat. There was a decent Italian place just around the corner that, hopefully, wouldn't be too busy at that time of the evening and so I reached for my coat. I paused for a second or two to look in the mirror, went to move on, then stopped and returned to it. 

Was that really me? Was I really that woman with the pallid face and the dowdy clothes? Where was the pretty face and the blonde hair I'd always been slightly vain about? All I could see was a somewhat skinny woman with hardly any make-up and lank, untidy hair. What the hell was happening to me? Was this the price I had to pay for being on my own?

Well, if it was, I told myself, it was too high. Chucking the coat to one side, I dashed to the bathroom and tried to repair the damage. With the application of shampoo and plenty of conditioner -- and a determined battle to put it into place -- my hair regained some if its former glory. I took far more time and trouble over my make-up than I had done for ages and then chose an outfit. A decent bra made the most of my somewhat meagre assets, a pair of very silky briefs felt good against my skin, and the pale blue dress -- while not exactly sexy -- was reasonably attractive. This time, when I paused to examine my appearance in the mirror, I was at least a little bit happier. 

'Make hairdresser appointment!' I wrote in big letters on the telephone pad, then grabbed a light coat and, forcing myself to walk upright instead of hunching my shoulders, I headed off to the restaurant.

Naturally, the delay had landed me there at a fairly busy time for them -- and I knew they wouldn't be too happy with a single customer occupying a table when they could get couples or larger numbers instead. So I was prepared for a longish wait but Orazio, the head waiter (who'd flirted outrageously with me on a previous visit), took pity on me. The table for two that was tucked away in a corner -- the one I'd previously occupied -- was occupied by someone else on their own he told me -- but if I wouldn't mind sharing?

I thought about it for a moment but, rather than the prospect of waiting ages, I nodded my assent, praying that it wouldn't be some lecherous or predatory male, far from home and looking for a little 'action.' So I was greatly relieved when I found that my dinner companion was, in fact, a delightfully attractive young female. 

I introduced myself, apologising far too much for intruding on her solitude, which she responded to with a wide and welcoming smile. But when she stood up to shake hands, and to tell me her name was Sandy, I nearly fainted with shock!

She had beautiful, long, black hair; a perfectly made-up face, and was wearing a stylish and clearly expensive dress. And yet, even before a word had been said, I knew that all was very much not as it seemed -- and the voice simply confirmed it. 'She' was not a woman at all, but a man doing a pretty good impression of one!

I floundered, I'll admit it -- I just didn't know what to say!

"I'm Sandy," the voice informed me and despite the smile, there was a growing sadness in the eyes as it went on, "and I can see that you spotted me right away, didn't you?"

I think I was probably doing a pretty good impression of a goldfish at that moment and, even though it may have been rude, I couldn't help but stare until, at last, he smiled and said;

"Please... don't be nervous. I'm not some weird kind of pervert... honestly! Please... sit down and I'll explain it."

The thought 'why is this happening to me?' flitted across my mind but, seeing no alternative to being downright rude and unpleasant, I sat opposite him. Naturally, I had a load of questions in my mind and he seemed more than ready to talk, but a waiter came along almost immediately to ask if we were ready to order our starters. 

Without giving much thought to it I ordered the Buffalo mozzarella with Parma ham and a glass of Verdicchio wine and my companion -- seeming to have recovered his aplomb -- ordered the same.

As soon as we were on our own, Sandy immediately started to apologise. "It's the result of a bet... well, sort of," he informed me, "and... as you can probably guess... I lost!"

He then explained that he and a group of his friends played a drinking game. Each of them had written down a forfeit and put it in a hat -- nothing too extreme had been the rule -- and the loser would have to pick one out and carry it out before the next session. His one had been to dress as a female and -- on his own -- to go for a meal in a restaurant. Actually, not strictly 'on his own' because four other members of the group, with a couple of girls, were seated at a nearby table to make sure he didn't chicken out - and they were obviously enjoying themselves at his expense.

Finally, I began to relax and see the funny side of it. Sandy was actually a bit of a charmer and we were getting along famously when, at long last, one of his 'friends' came over to us.

"Good evening, ladies," he said with a huge and quite unpleasant smirk on his face, "Please don't mind me asking... but how is it that two such beautiful ladies don't have any male company on a Friday night?"

Have you ever taken an instant dislike to someone -- even though you've never met them before and know nothing about them? That was how I felt about this man. At the time, I was enjoying the main course - Penne pasta with smoked salmon in herb & cream sauce -- as well as the company of someone I found to be extremely convivial, so perhaps it wasn't a good time to interrupt me.

I have a certain look -- it has been called 'the frost' by some -- which I'm told could freeze the devil's residence in five seconds flat, and I'm afraid that Justin (as I later found out was his name) felt the full force of it.

"My dear sir," I told him in my best schoolmarm voice, "I'll forgive your rudeness in interrupting our meal but, as any fool could see, although I am a lady -- when I choose to be -- it ought to be perfectly obvious that my companion is entirely male!"

"But... he's dressed like a tart!" he declared, clearly flustered by my response.

"Actually, I think he has more style than that," I replied, and then added, "Unfortunately, he's far too obviously masculine to do a convincing impression of a woman... no matter how much help he's had to create the illusion. Given your stature, and having watched the way that you walked towards us, however, I feel sure that you that you could manage a far more realistic impersonation."

Then I smiled at him. Sweetly -- while his face grew red. 

Ignoring me, he turned his annoyance on Sandy, saying, "The deal was that you weren't supposed to tell...."

"He didn't," I interrupted. "I could see quite clearly. Have you thought about Specsavers?"

For a moment or two, I thought he was going to explode, but then he suddenly turned on his heel and returned to his table where the conversation seemed to become quite animated for a while. I'd spoken loudly enough for them to hear me, and it looked as though Justin was being severely mocked -- especially by the two girls. The only one who did explode was Sandy -- with laughter!

"Incredible!" he declared, "remind me never to get on the wrong side of you!" and I couldn't help joining in with his laughter. 

While we enjoyed our dessert of Zabaglione with crushed amaretti biscuits, we watched his friends pay their bill and prepare to depart. Both of the girls in the party blew affectionate kisses in our direction, while the lads (apart from Justin) gave a cheery wave of farewell.

"He'll be devastated, you know?" Sandy told me.

"Really... why's that?" I asked.

"Well... Justin is the real 'lady's man' in the gang," Sandy told me, "he really thinks he's God's gift, if you know what I mean."

I sensed an element of sadness in his words, but I merely raised my eyebrows, not certain whether or not I wanted to intrude on his thoughts, but the numerous glasses of Verdicchio had made him relaxed enough to tell me: "he has a way of moving in on any girls that the rest of us start to get a bit serious about. He reckons he's some kind of stud that we simply can't compete with."

Okay, it still felt a bit strange to be sat there chatting to a man in women's clothes but, to be frank, I'd more or less got over that. As he ordered the coffee and Pinoli Cantuccini, I found myself regarding him in a somewhat different light than I had at the beginning of the evening. I began to try and see what he would be like without the black wig and the make-up and, to be truthful; I think I liked what I saw.

There was some good-natured arguing over the bill, but eventually Sandy declared that, as he was both a male and a female at that moment, he had two votes to my one and insisted on paying. After he'd rummaged through his handbag for his card -- telling me to stop laughing at him - I saw that he also asked for £50 cashback and I must have raised my eyebrows, because he sighed and explained: "The plan hasn't quite worked out as it was supposed to. I brought a change of clothes with me... they're in the car... and I was going to go back to Justin's place to change before driving home. But it seems as if... well...."

"Oh, dear!" I said, "That's my fault, isn't it? I probably shouldn't have been so rude to him."




Rule of Thumb (and Fingers) Pt. 01



INTRODUCTION: This follows on from my earlier story 'Rule of Thumb.'I realise there are other sections where this story could have been placed. However, for reasons that I hope will become clear, this is my preferred choice.

As ever, comments are welcome. 

Part 1 - "The very essence of romance is uncertainty" (Oscar Wilde) 

After many months of abstinence, the start of my affair with Alec had practically blasted me into orbit. 

Following our first meeting, which ended with a night spent in my bedroom, we began Saturday morning with an action replay before heading off to his home with the intention of spending the rest of the weekend together.

It had been a lightning-fast 'romance' and, to be perfectly honest, we were still little better than strangers. I'd told him that I'd been married and was now divorced; he'd told me that he was single, had been engaged twice, but neither had worked out - and I got the impression that he was relieved about it. It made me think he was a man who was still enjoying his freedom and wasn't ready to settle down.

Normally, that wouldn't have appealed to me. I'd passed the dreaded milestone of thirty a couple of months earlier and, to be perfectly honest, my biological clock was ticking. Actually, it was pounding like a bloody kettle-drum! 

I'm not the adventurous type; I had no wish to become involved in brief affairs or a series of one-night-stands. My hope was that I'd find a suitable partner to love, to cherish, and to raise a family with. My impression was that Alec had a very different agenda -- that he'd ultimately be content to see me as just another notch on his bedpost before moving on to his next 'conquest.' 

Strangely, perhaps, it didn't bother me at the time. After enjoying a reasonably good and active sex-life for a number of years, the absence of it had become more and more of a trial during the months of separation and divorce. I'd tried to tell myself it didn't matter (it's easy to lie to yourself at times like that), but my first time with Alec had vividly reminded me of what I'd been missing. 

Where was the harm, I asked myself, in spending another few pleasurable hours with him? I mean, he was handsome, tall, physically fit and, as I'd found out, a gentle and considerate lover. After all, there didn't exactly seem to be a queue of eager suitors waiting outside my door.

That was my reasoning. I felt sure that I'd be very gently dumped when I came to leave on Sunday evening, but I was prepared to accept that.

On the way to his home, we stopped at a shop because he said he needed some milk -- and it was only when we parked outside his place that I asked him where the milk was, since he obviously hadn't bought any. I tried to keep a straight face as he coloured up, but I couldn't manage it for long. Eventually, I burst out laughing and said:

"Perhaps you put it in your inside pocket? I saw you putting something in there. How many did you get?" I saw his grin spread slowly as he realised he'd been found out and that I wasn't the least bit upset. For those who need to know such things, they were Durex Featherlite; there were 18 in the carton (and there were still ten or eleven when I headed home at teatime on Sunday!)

On the Saturday, though, we spent the afternoon in bed, learning how to please each other. I was glad that he seemed to prefer fairly straightforward sex. I honestly don't know how I would have reacted if he'd asked for a blow job or anal sex and I was relieved that he didn't suggest either. I didn't mind blow jobs as long as I wasn't expected to swallow (I'd tried that once and found it unpleasant); but I'd never liked the idea of anal sex, and when my husband had suggested it I'd given him a very firm 'no.'

Alec, however, seemed more than content to spend a lot of time touching, stroking, teasing and generally finding as many erogenous areas as he could. When I took the initiative and climbed on top he seemed to relish giving up control to me and enjoying the luxury of lying back and gently playing with my small breasts but, at the same time, he seemed to get just as much pleasure in taking me 'doggy-style' where I was completely at his command. 

In the evening, I was happy to settle for a Chinese takeaway which he went to collect.

"Am I allowed to have a nosy around while you're out?" I laughed, fully expecting him to look a bit nervous at the prospect, but he didn't bat an eyelid.

"I've a feeling you will whatever I say," he smiled, and then; "the dirty mags are in the bottom drawer and the sexy videos are in the living room -- but don't try to judge my character by what you find in them!"

I'll admit I was a bit stunned, both by his easy confidence and his honesty; it was very disarming and I had to warn myself not to become attached because it would certainly be an easy thing to do. 

In fact, because I am a bibliophile, I spent most of the twenty minutes or so examining his bookshelf. Apart from a few thrillers and detective novels, it soon became clear that his main interest was in music. There were the Memoirs of Hector Berlioz; W.A. Mozart By Hermann Abert, and others of a similar kind. Then there were musical scores by Brahms, Beethoven, Haydn and many others.

There was also what appeared to be a very expensive, top of the range stereo player and, beside it, a rack containing dozens of classical CDs. I was looking through the titles -- hoping to find something I knew well enough to hold an intelligent conversation about -- when he returned with the food.

That evening, after we'd eaten, we made long, slow love to some of the world's greatest music and, when he was inside me, it seemed as if his body pulsed to the sounds; that his thrusts were in time to the rhythms and cadences of the music. With each shattering crescendo he seemed to raise me up from mere mortality to an ethereal paradise of excitement, and each gentle pastorale allowed me to sink into contentment. I remember, just before we fell asleep, him saying:

"Berthold Auerbach once said that music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life," but I was too weary to even tell him that I agreed.

By Sunday morning, as he prepared a breakfast consisting of more than I normally ate in a whole day, I was desperately trying to tell myself that I hadn't fallen in love with him! It couldn't possibly happen so quickly; and how could I face the inevitable disappointment if it did? I was, I think, more frightened of my own emotions than I ever had been in my life before. 

For most of the day we simply cuddled up together on his large sofa and lazily made love, twice, before the time I'd been dreading finally arrived. I explained that I had to get home; that I had lesson plans to prepare for the following day and homework to mark - and then it felt as if the axe fell!

"It's okay... I've got an early start too... I have to go away tomorrow, Patsy," he said. "You've probably gathered that I play music for a living and I'm going to be on tour for the next six weeks or so...."

I didn't dare to say anything. Even when he told me that we needed to swap phone numbers so we could get in touch when he came back, it felt as if he was actually saying farewell. It was even worse when he seemed to be trying to soften the blow:

"It's been a wonderful couple of days. In fact it's been so intense that I really need to step back a little bit and think about what's happened."

I told him it was okay. I told him that I'd wait for his call, and tried to hide my conviction that the call would never come. He drove me home in his lovely Jaguar S-type and, when we arrived there, we had a final kiss. He seemed to be about to say something, but I stopped him. I didn't want to hear any promises that probably wouldn't be kept; I didn't want him to see how much I longed to see him again and to be with him. I forced a smile, said a simple "See you!" and climbed out of the car before he had a chance to see the tears that were beginning to form in my eyes.

I didn't want to pressure him. I felt that the 'adventure' was almost certainly over and, even though it had been so wonderful, it hurt. I turned, briefly, to give him a little wave and then he sped off into the distance, leaving me to go back to my empty apartment -- to tidy up the detritus of the weekend and try to salvage my sensibilities.

***

Part 2 - "The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of." (Blaise Pascal)

It was over a week since I'd seen him and I was trying, for the millionth time, to tell myself that I needed to move on, to forget about him and prepare for a new beginning. I had thrown myself into my work with an almost feverish determination and found all kinds of things to occupy my time away from it.

When I took out a membership at a local gym, I told myself that I was only doing it for me; that the intention of restoring my body to its prime had nothing to do with being prepared for his possible return. I volunteered to help with adult literacy classes two evenings a week, but refused to accept that every moment away from the lonely apartment -- away from all the memories of the first wonderful night we'd spent together -- had anything to do with it.

In the staff room at school, there had been a bit of teasing after that weekend. Shirley, who was noted for her 'romantic exploits' and her incredibly vivid recounting of them, had recognised the signs as soon as she'd seen me. There'd been the expected crudities, the asking whether I'd tried out her 'rule of thumb' and the dismay that I wasn't willing to share my experience with her - and then much gentler teasing as she came to realise that there was probably more to it than she'd first realised. As time went by, she'd become really perceptive about my demeanour and, in all honesty, she'd been very kind and supportive to me.

I'd never liked the way some of the others referred to her as 'the slapper,' but now I liked it even less because I felt that I was beginning to understand her. Was she, after all, so very different to me? She wanted, I think, to be loved; simply to be with a good man who would make her appreciate the joy of being a woman. That was why she practically pounced on every man who showed any interest in her; why she snatched at the momentary release of brief affairs -- and wasn't that, when all was said and done, exactly the way that I'd behaved?

At night, alone in my bed, I wondered if that would be my own destiny -- to become a woman so in need of affection that I would drift from one hopeless affair to the next in the hope of finding someone who would match my needs and want to stay with me for more than just a night or two? Some nights, I cried myself to sleep and some nights I tried to push the thoughts away with the help of a vibrator -- but that only seemed to help when I had the Debussy CD I'd bought playing gently in the background.

I was becoming an emotional mess. One night, I went so far as to pick up my phone and, concealing my own number identity, called Alec. I'd told him I wouldn't do that, I hadn't wanted to pressure him. I wanted him to call me! But when he answered, I heard the sound of someone else in the background, the voice of a female saying: "Oh, yes! More passion!" and I hurriedly ended the call without speaking.

By the end of the second week, I was beginning to fall apart a little. I don't mean my work was suffering or anything as obvious as that, but my inner turmoil was definitely beginning to push me down into a state of depression. 

It was on the Friday, two weeks after I'd met Alec that things began to change.

A small group of female teachers were going out to see a romantic -- that is to say 'weepy' -- movie, and they asked me if I wanted to join them. George, the head of the history department, in one of his pompous moments, had declared that any woman who dragged her husband along to the cinema to watch it would be providing him with solid grounds for divorce! At first, I wasn't sure that an emotional movie was exactly what I needed at that moment but, seeing the prospect of avoiding yet another lonely evening in my apartment, I eventually agreed.

Actually, it was a young teacher -- a very attractive girl named Beth -- who finally persuaded me.

"Come on, Patsy," she said, "It'll do you good. You've been looking a bit peaky lately. Tell you what... we're the only unattached ones so, put some glad rags on and when the movie's over, we'll go for a couple of drinks when all the old marrieds go home... yes? Listen... get a bus into town and you can stay the night at my place... then I'll give you a lift home tomorrow. How does that sound?"

It sounded fine, and that was why I turned up wearing clothes that made me look reasonably attractive (God bless whoever invented push-up bras!); a V-neck sweater and a short leather coat, with a knee-length skirt and a pair of fairly high heeled shoes. 

Beth, however, looked absolutely stunning! 

Like most female teachers, she had the good sense to 'dress down' for work; she usually turned up wearing no more than basic make-up and dressed in elegant, but far from sexy business suits. That night, however, she wore her long, dark hair down over her shoulders; her top was a low-cut, lavender-coloured silk blouse and her skirt (far shorter than mine!) was a burgundy pencil-line that showed her figure, and her legs, to perfection. Previously, I'd thought her pretty, now I realised she was dazzlingly beautiful.

"Have you brought a large stick?" I asked her and, when she asked why, I said; "To beat the hordes of men off when we go to a bar later!" 

She just giggled and told me it wouldn't be a problem; it was a girls' night and she wasn't looking to be pulled under any circumstances. Then, making me feel a bit nervous, she added;

"Mind you, that doesn't mean I won't tease one or two... just for the hell of it! Anyway... you're looking pretty ravishing yourself."

I guess it was meant to make me feel better but, to be honest, I felt dowdy standing next to her. It made me think of all the plain females who go out with beautiful friends in the hope of being able to pick up the friend of the handsome guy. Anyway, we all watched the movie. It was about a romance between an ageing couple who had known each other as children before drifting apart, had been married and widowed, and were now reunited and tentatively beginning a romance in the autumn of their years. Most of our companions were enchanted -- lots of sniffs, sobs and the clutching of tissues. Personally, I found it a bit boring and unconvincing. Obviously Beth felt the same because, at one point, she leaned over and whispered; "Not exactly Pornhub, is it?"

Let me tell you that choking on a bit of popcorn is a very unpleasant experience! 

Having said that, it was the only thing that made me shed tears in the cinema that night! Afterwards, the rest of the ladies disappeared homewards while Beth and I headed for the nearest bar. Beth bought us each a glass of white wine and we found a table near the window where we could watch the Friday night revellers passing by -- one of the best free entertainment shows to be found anywhere.

"Well," she said, "at least I know that you watch porn, now!" And this time I nearly spat wine over the table, but she was relentless: "So, tell me... what else does 'Miss Frosty' do for fun?"

"Probably much the same as 'Miss Baps' does," I grinned and she blushed a bit. It wasn't so much that she had large breasts; it was just that her slim figure drew attention to them -- even in the suits she wore - and young men are ruthless in awarding nicknames. She was about to retort when a voice suddenly declared:

"Can't you two fucking supermodels piss off and drink somewhere else? Some of us are trying to find ourselves a man tonight to get laid... and we really don't need this kind of competition!"

"Hiya, Shirl!" we both said at the same time and then, "How's it going?"

"Well," she drawled with a smile "It was going okay until you two showed up. There was no eye candy in the place and I was getting plenty of attention. In particular, I was doing fine with the tall man in the light blue suit by the bar. I've spent time with him before and, despite that, he seemed willing to give me a second chance!"

Beth and I giggled, but Shirley went on, almost straight-faced.

"I had a great night with him last time and I thought I was doing well... but the minute he caught sight of you two his trousers went up like a fucking marquee!" 

She wouldn't sit down. She listened to us tell her that we'd been to the cinema and were having some quiet drinks afterwards, but she told us she was watching her man. "If he makes a move towards the door, I swear I'm going to rugby tackle the bastard!" she told us.

"Is it a 'rule of thumb' thing?" I asked and, seeing Beth's eyebrows shoot up I started to explain, "Ermmm... Shirley has a way of... erm... assessing someone's... erm... manhood...."

"Don't be so mealy-mouthed," Shirley grinned, "What this delicate little flower is trying to tell you, Beth, is that I have very accurate way of using my thumbs to measure a man's dick. This one comes out of it pretty well... that's why I said marquee instead of tent. He wasn't lying about it... and I checked it with both thumbs! Anyway, I must get back to him before he sees anything better or, worse still, asks me to introduce you two. I've already told him he'd be wasting his time because you're both dykes... but you know what men are like!"

And then she was gone, leaving us both open-mouthed as she took her friend's arm and practically hauled him out of the door. I don't think the poor man even had time to finish his drink! We stared at one another for a moment or two, and then burst into helpless laughter. That was what really relaxed us, I suppose. Although we hadn't got to each other very well before then, we were soon chatting away like old friends, and a waiter with a definite gleam in his eye made sure our glasses were never empty for long.

Before long, I'd told her (an edited version of) my history and I'd learned that she'd had a number of unhappy affairs which all seemed to have ended badly. Although her language wasn't crude, she still managed to be fairly graphic when it came to describing her love life, but it seemed as if it had stalled since her last big romance some months earlier so, despite my brief interlude with Alec, we appeared to have a lot in common. 

We had discussed the possibility of going on to a nightclub to have a dance and a few more drinks. I wasn't enthusiastic about the idea but, enjoying the company so much, I was quite happy to go along with it. The drinks were flowing very nicely, however, and time passed very quickly. A couple of times, some young men came over to try to hit on us, but we politely turned them away -- we were happy just as we were, getting slightly drunk and relishing loads of 'girl-talk.'

Sometime after midnight, we finally decided to gather our things and head for Beth's place -- getting ourselves some fish 'n' chips to eat on the way. She had a nice, single-bedroom place that was in a large, old house which had been converted into flats. Unlike mine, it was neat, tidy and well-kept. She brought out a bottle of wine and, without asking, poured a large glass for each of us. I wasn't sure about it because I've never had much of a tolerance level for alcohol and I was probably well over my normal limit by then but, why worry?

I freshened up in the bathroom and changed into the rather drab nightie -- actually a very large and long t-shirt - I'd tucked into my handbag, then Beth took her turn to use the bathroom and get changed while I settled into her large bed with my glass of wine. The difference when she came back to the room, was that her nightie was not only the silk-smooth kind that clings to every curve; it was also so sheer that it was more or less see-through! Not only that, but it was see-through enough to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath it -- the dark patch of her pubic hair and the rosy pink forms of her nipples were enough to tell me that. I observed it all with a brief glance before turning away, feeling a bit embarrassed but not quite knowing why.




Rule of Thumb (and Fingers) Pt. 01



I suppose I must have coloured-up a bit, because I heard Beth giggle, then she said:

"Sorry... I didn't mean to embarrass you Patsy. To be honest, I don't normally wear anything at all to bed. I had to rummage around a bit to find this." With that, she climbed onto the bed, settled down beside me, and pointed a remote-control at the small TV set that was on top of a chest of drawers. As she switched it on and started flicking through the channels, she casually added, "I can go and put some underwear on if it makes you feel more comfortable."

My first thought was to say 'yes, please,' but I realised that it would have sounded rude. After all, it was her own bed in her own apartment, so it didn't seem right for me to start complaining about the way she dressed -- or didn't! So I was equally casual in lying that it didn't bother me in the least. In fact, I was telling myself that there was no reason why it should -- it wasn't as if I'd never seen naked females before! Throughout my own schooldays there'd been communal showers after games or P.E. Then, when a group of us shared a house while studying for our degrees and teaching qualifications, it had been quite usual to wander around the place either naked or barely dressed.

The difference was, of course, that I hadn't shared a bed with a naked, or semi-naked, female before and, reluctant as I was to admit it, the sight of someone like Beth -- beautiful by any standards and with a body that seemed to be perfectly conditioned -- had definitely had an effect on me. 

Not surprisingly, those feelings worried me. I had never, that I could recall, felt any kind of sexual attraction to another female and I'd never understood those who preferred that lifestyle to what I'd always regarded as 'normal.' Of course, as with most people, I'd gone a through a stage during puberty when sexuality is a confusing mass of thoughts and desires, with hormones rocketing off in all directions at once, but I'd come through that pretty much 'unscathed.' There had been a very brief time, maybe a week or two, when I'd shared intimate fantasies with my best pal -- a girl named Jacqueline -- and I think we'd both been a bit tempted by the obvious attraction to one another, but I could honestly say that I'd never felt any sexual desire towards a female since then: until I saw Beth in her see-through nightie!

As tipsy as I was (I certainly wasn't drunk!), and no matter how much I wanted to deny it to myself, I knew the truth was that even that glimpse of her lovely body had aroused me. While she was trying all the channels to find something worth watching, I was sat upright with my pillows behind me, clutching my wine glass with both hands so my embarrassingly hardened nipples wouldn't show through the material of my nightdress. I found myself thinking that I was likely to be a bit restless in my sleep -- always assuming that I did manage to get to sleep.

Eventually, Beth gave up trying to find an interesting programme and switched the TV off then suddenly apologised and asked if there was anything I wanted to see. The honest answer would have been, "Yes, please... I'd like to watch you walking back and forth to the door, very slowly, about a dozen times or so," but that of course, wasn't the one I gave her. I just shook my head, said I was a bit tired and (a definite lie!) claimed that I'd be fast asleep two minutes after finishing my wine.

"Oh... okay," she replied and, although it may have been my imagination, I thought I detected a hint of disappointment in her tone.

"Unless there's something you want to do... or talk about," I added hastily, but she smiled, shook her head and said that sleep was probably the best option. There'd be plenty of time for chatting in the morning.

When she switched the light off, I turned away from her onto my side and tried to lie very still. It took a real effort to keep my breathing nice and steady while I battled to push some very wicked thoughts out of my mind, but eventually the wine and the lateness of the hour combined to tip me over the edge into sleep. I would love to be able relate the dreams I had -- I know they were erotic and I've a pretty good idea that they involved both Alec and Beth -- but the details of them vanished the moment I opened my eyes.

To begin with, I wasn't sure whether I was still dreaming or not. I was warm and cosy in a large bed; I'd apparently turned over in my sleep and was now lying on my right side and, by the light of a crescent moon that peeped through the curtains, I could see Beth's face just inches away from mine.

I didn't dare to move. I barely managed to breathe. And I nearly freaked out when I became aware that she had her right arm around me -- beneath my nightie -- and was very gently stroking my back with her fingertips!

"It's okay, Patsy," she whispered softly, "It's okay... it was just a dream. You're fine now. Just relax."

Relax? How the hell was I supposed to relax when one of the most beautiful and sensuous-looking people I'd ever seen was lying so close to me that I could feel and almost taste her breath on my face? When I could feel the heat from her exquisite form just millimetres away? When her soft hand was tracing delicate patterns on my spine?

"I'm sorry, Beth," I muttered, "Was I...?

"You were moaning in your sleep... and you were twitching."

"Oh, God... I'm so sorry," I said quietly, wondering if I'd actually said anything -- perhaps something improper -- but, at the same time, hoping she'd continue with the pleasing touches to my back that felt so innocently sensual. "Did I wake you up?" I murmured apologetically.

"No... I wasn't asleep," she admitted and then, after a hesitation, went on; "I dozed for a while, but I couldn't get to sleep properly. I was just lying here... watching you sleep," and, although I couldn't make out her features properly in the semi-darkness, I could sense the tender smile. "You looked so very peaceful at first," she went on, "and you're very attractive when you're at rest like that you know... when the frost thaws!"

I think I may have gulped. "Then, when you started groaning and shuddering, I realised you must be having a bit of a bad dream... so I drew you closer and gave you a little cuddle. You don't mind, do you?"

I didn't have the foggiest idea what to say. If that's all it was, a perfectly innocent offer of comfort, then how could I possibly object to it? And if there was more to it than that, was I sure that I would object to it? I was still thinking about that, still not entirely free from the residuum of sleep, when Beth suddenly leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. For a second or two I just froze. I didn't know what to do and I had no idea whether the kiss was merely one of sympathy or the beginning of a sexual advance and, with my mind in a ferocious maelstrom of emotion, no idea which I hoped it would be!

"Are you okay, Patsy?" Beth whispered softly, her face still less than an inch away from mine.

"I need to pee," I said without thinking, realising that it was true and I knew she was smiling again. Very slowly, she withdrew from me and reached over to flood the room with light, dazzling me with its brightness.

"Leave the light on for me... I need to go as well," she said as I slipped from the beneath the duvet and padded over to the bathroom. As I did what I needed to do, I realised that the gusset of my knickers was extremely damp. After I'd flushed, I did my best to get clean and dry but, realising that it would all be in vain if I replaced my pants, I bunched them up and tucked them inside the bra that I'd left in there earlier. Even though my nightie was long enough to conceal their absence, I still felt almost naked and wanton as I headed back to bed without them.

Beth had switched the bedroom light off as she took her turn in the bathroom, so I climbed back into bed and gathered the cover around me. I didn't know what I was going to do -- what I wanted to do; what was going to happen or what I wanted to happen. I knew that I was definitely aroused; there was no way of denying that, but it was a strange form of arousal and one that I wasn't familiar with. It wasn't the feeling of emptiness and the longing to be filled that I was accustomed to; nor was it the need to be controlled and taken by a strong but gentle man -- somehow, it felt very different to that.

I was lying on my back, one arm behind my head and fighting an insane desire to reach down and touch myself with the other hand when Beth returned. She paused in the doorway for a moment, with the light behind her, and just looked at me. "You look lovely, Patsy," she whispered and then, as her words made my flesh tingle, she removed her nightdress and let it fall to the floor. For a couple of seconds she just stood perfectly still, giving me time to take in the sight of her superbly-toned curves, then the room was plunged into darkness once more and, before I had time to adjust to it, she was in bed beside me again. 

I felt the mattress dip very slightly as she adjusted her position, then her left arm was snaking around behind my neck and, though barely able to make out her form as yet, I could feel her warm breath against my face. Like me, she'd rinsed with the mouthwash that was beside the basin and there was the same minty freshness that I knew she'd be sensing from me. She was close -- very close -- when I heard her soft whisper:

"You only have to say 'no,' Patsy," and then there was a tense silence as our breath mingled before, at last, she leaned over me and I felt her lips brush against mine. It was as if I was dry kindling and that soft kiss was a flame. Without intending it, a quiet moan escaped and I could make out her smile as she carefully slid both arms around me and our lips met again.

The first kiss had been a tentative introduction; the second was firmer and it was clear that there was intent behind it, but I felt myself surrender almost instantly - and the feeling was delicious. Her lips lingered on mine and I instinctively parted my own as the tip of her tongue began to teasingly probe; curling around behind my teeth to explore the roof of my mouth and sending tiny shivers of pleasure coursing through me. Gradually, her embrace tightened and I responded by settling back and placing my hands below her arms and onto her shoulder blades -- drawing her closer until her breasts were pressed firmly against the material of my single garment that was now unwanted and intrusive.

There was no longer any thought of it being wrong in any way. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel her warm flesh against mine and so, suddenly stopping her advances, I threw the covers back. Briefly, she looked disappointed, probably thinking that I was going to call a halt, but I simply lifted my nightie over my head, cast it aside, and held my arms out to her again.

Her response was still gentle, still searching, but this time it was also purely sexual. This time our arms wrapped themselves around each other, our lips met in a kiss that was mutually insistent and demanding. Our mouths opened eagerly and our tongues explored with freedom and without restraint. I relished feeling her smooth, lightly-muscled shoulders and back, running my fingertips softly across the velvety surface, tracing their way down into the gentle dale that was formed by the small of her back. 

More kisses followed, almost without a break from one to the next, and each more eager and demanding than the one before. It seemed as though every part of me, every sense and every nerve was brought to intense and demanding life. After a few minutes, when we finally drew back to catch our breath, both of us were gasping helplessly -- and then we were suddenly clutching at one another, fiercely and frantically.

Beth's lips slid down across my chin and onto my neck as I shivered with pleasure; her right hand rose to caress my face and I hungrily turned my head to kiss her palm and then her fingers before they slid down and away, fluttering over my neck to the flatness of my chest above my breasts and were joined there by her gently brushing lips. There was no haste; she took all the time she needed, and more, to that part of me with her mouth and her hand before, at long last, her hand began to move onto the slight swell of my small breast. 

I could feel my nipples throbbing frantically, desperate to be touched, so much so that I actually pushed myself towards her waiting hand and gave a sigh that turned into a moan as she finally clasped my breast and her finger and thumb gently squeezed on my nipple.

By the time she lowered her mouth and, after flicking her tongue teasingly across it a few times, finally drew it gently into her mouth, I was squirming on the bed -- totally unable to conceal the desire that now raged inside me. My hand found the back of her head, fingers pushing through her long hair to press her to me, encouraging the gentle sucking and the lapping of her tongue on my sensitive flesh while I made my pleasure clear with tiny sobs and moans of pleasure. 

There was a moment of concern when her fingertips released their hold on my breast and began to travel, very slowly down across my ribcage and beyond, but I was so captivated by the feelings that were making the blood pound in my veins that there was nothing I could do about it. I jerked a little bit when they first slid into my pubic hair -- enough to make her hesitate, afraid that I might be spooked by taking things too far too quickly -- but I didn't want her to stop. Not really believing what I was doing, I used both hands to draw her head up to me again; seeking and finding her lips for another long and wanton, open-mouthed kiss as her fingers gently and lazily traced the length of the centre of my desires.

Her touch was incredibly soft, teasingly so, and I could feel her spreading the wetness of my arousal, before daintily parting the engorged lips of my entrance. There was still no rush; she carefully worked on the sensitive nerve-endings in the labia, seeming to relish the tiny gasps and moans that her delicate touches drew from me until, at last, she reached the nub of my sexual arousal and languidly trailed her fingernail across it.

It made me jump so suddenly that I was surprised it didn't hurl her completely out of the bed! But she carried on with her task as if nothing had happened, gently encouraging me to spread my legs as far apart as I could manage -- and I was totally compliant. Seconds later, she climbed on top of me, as light as a feather. She was between my legs; her left arm hooked around my shoulders to draw me into more and more fervent kisses as first one, and then a second of her fingers eased into my, by now, extremely wet passage and began to slowly move back and forth.

By that time I was helpless. I clung to her and returned the kisses - with interest -- as her fingertips expertly found the place of most intense stimulation and massaged it, and the strokes gradually increased in pressure and intensity. Unable to help myself, I began bucking and writhing beneath her and then her thumb found its way to my clitoris and, almost immediately, a huge and uncontrollable climax began to wash over me.

Almost as soon as it began, I felt her withdraw, but it didn't matter by that time. I knew that my juices were flowing uncontainably, that I was gasping, moaning and crying out as she wrapped both arms around me and pressed her own pubic bone against mine.

I felt her beginning to hump against me, quite gently and, even before my own orgasm had ended, I heard her totally unexpected cry of release and felt her entire body quivering and twitching until, at last, both of us relaxed, still gasping for breath and she placed another delicate kiss on my eager lips.

Finally, satiated, she lifted herself off me but drew me towards her until, lying on our sides and facing one another, we cuddled together. Gently, she took my left hand and placed it on her breast -- a much fuller one than mine -- and whispered:

"That's the first time I've ever fucked without having my tits felt!" And, although it was still dark, I could see her bewitching smile. I know the thought that suddenly ploughed through my brain was: 'Oh, my God... I've had sex with a woman!' But, for some reason, it didn't seem to matter too much at that moment. I realised that I felt deeply contented and my only worry was that I hadn't actually done anything to please my partner.

"Do you want me to...." I began, but she placed a finger on my lips and said:

"I don't want you to do anything at the moment, Patsy. Maybe in the morning... we'll see. Let's just get some sleep now, eh?"

***

Part 3 - "Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great." (Roger de Rabutin, Comte de Bussy)

On Sunday morning I awoke in my own bed, in my own (untidy) apartment. It was hardly surprising that my head was still spinning after what had happened with Beth, and I was trying to come to terms with the implications of it; although, to be truthful, I was probably trying to avoid dealing with that.

That's the only reason possible for the way I threw myself into a non-stop cleaning and clearing-up operation -- I just needed to do something -- anything -- banal and trivial to keep my mind away from it all. Finally, when I was actually contemplating going through my magazines to see if there were any coupons worth cutting out -- the ultimate torture -- I gave up. Adopting an unusually British attitude, I made myself a 'nice cup of tea,' gathered some digestive biscuits to dunk in it, and sunk into my settee to try to get my head around it all.

Naturally, I began with the events I've described; telling myself that it was the middle of the night, that I was only half-awake, that the whole thing had just taken me unawares etc. -- which was all well and good -- but what about the following day?

Beth and I had woken up with our limbs in a tangle around one another (I think she'd woken first and waited for me), and we began the day with some gentle kisses. I hadn't even thought about it at the time; it had just seemed to be the perfectly natural thing to do. After a few minutes, when it was clear that both of us were getting worked up again, Beth suddenly drew back, said 'don't go away' and disappeared into the bathroom.

Moments later she returned with a packet of what are politely called 'feminine wipes' (I've heard them referred to as 'minge mops' amongst other things!). I use some myself, usually 'natural' ones, but these proudly proclaimed that they gave the taste and scent of green apples.

"Beth... I don't think...." I began, but she shushed me, and said:

"Come on, Patsy... humour me!" Then she climbed onto the bed into a top-and-tail position, handed me one of the wipes and went on: "Spread 'em, girl! You do mine and I'll do yours!"

I hesitated (I did -- honestly! It may have only been for a second or two, but I definitely hesitated!) because I had simply never been so close to that part of a woman's anatomy before. Okay, I'd seen them -- in glorious, full-colour close-up in some of the porn movies I'd watched - but that was different. For the first time, being as close as that, I realised just how beautiful and how complex that part of the female body is. Not only that, but Beth had already begun her gentle cleansing of my body and, not surprisingly, my already partly-aroused body responded almost immediately. 

With a hand that trembled only slightly, I carefully wiped the area covered by her thick, curly pubic hair before moving onto the parts around the edges of her entrance. It wasn't long before I found it difficult to concentrate on what I was doing because, being far more adventurous than me, Beth had completed her task and, just as I was beginning to cleanse the lips which had swollen and become engorged, I felt her tongue flick gently across me and then begin teasing my clitoris very softly.




Rule of Thumb (and Fingers) Pt. 01



"You don't have to if you don't want to..." I heard her murmur, "it's okay... honestly... if you've never done it before, I understand."

I remember thinking, 'Sod it! I'm not that selfish!' That was just before I sort of plunged in (not the best description, perhaps!), stuck my tongue out and began to lick across her labia -- trying to simply do the things that had always pleased me. My efforts were probably poor compared to hers -- she clearly knew exactly what she was doing and it was difficult to concentrate when all those slivers of pleasure were disturbing me!

Sorry to be a bit vague but I can't actually remember at what point the licking, the mutual teasing and sucking on clitorises was joined by the insertion of digits and the finger-fucking became almost frantic. What I do know is that, somehow or other, I managed to bring her to orgasm before she did the same for me. 

I hadn't expected her to gush quite as much as she did but, to be honest, I felt such a sense of triumph over it that I simply lapped it up eagerly, noticing the strong taste of those 'green apples' as I did so and, before I'd finished, my own climax arrived to send me completely over the top.

Afterwards, as we'd lain side by side, gently stroking each other's bodies (me admiring her lovely breasts and wishing mine were nearer to her size) she'd asked me if it was my first time doing something like that with a woman. When I'd nodded, she'd asked how I felt and, without thinking, I'd said; "Like I've just licked-out Grannie-Fucking-Smith!" and we'd both rolled about laughing.

Later, after lots of kisses and caresses, we'd showered and dressed, and then Beth had set about trying to soothe my fears.

"First things first, Patsy," she'd said, "no one at school -- or even outside of this apartment -- is ever going to hear about this. Our lessons don't coincide very much -- in fact we only see each other very occasionally at school, so there's no need to fear any embarrassing moments... okay?"

I'd nodded, slightly nervous, because that had been very prominent in my thoughts, and she went on:

"Secondly... you're probably going to torture yourself with fears that you've suddenly become a full-on lesbian! Don't... because you haven't... you're not! I know the difference, believe me! 

"Let me explain something; I realised that I preferred women when I was in my teens. I tried to deny it because it scared me. As a matter of fact, I became a bit of a tramp when I was at college... hooking up with a series of men in the hope of finding one who'd convince me that I was 'straight.' 

"And it wasn't their fault that they didn't. Some of them were awful lovers, of course... but some were pretty good... very gentle, very patient... or very energetic. But I eventually realised that it simply didn't work for me. I am what I am... and I learned to accept it.

"You're not like that. I always knew it. But you're a sensuous person, Patsy... I could see that and I guess the truth is that I took advantage of you a bit. I'm not apologising... don't think that! And I never will, either! I've had a great time with you and I don't regret it one little bit!

"Unless I ever get lucky enough to find a soul-mate that I won't want to cheat on... I'll be ready and willing for any kind of repeat if you feel the urge. Even if you don't, I hope we can still go out together as friends every once in a while... because I'll be happy to be your friend and companion whenever you wish. No strings attached, Patsy... none at all. I may lust after you... but I won't push you because I also like you... a lot!"

We'd talked more, of course; in fact it had been Saturday evening -- after we'd sent out for and eaten a pizza -- that she eventually drove me home. Tired out and emotionally drained, I'd barely made it into bed before falling into a deep, and surprisingly untroubled, sleep.

And now, Sunday afternoon, I thought about all that had happened. I couldn't hope to claim that I hadn't enjoyed what we'd done; nor could I deny that, given the same circumstance, I'd more than likely do the same again. So what did that make me -- other than confused? I liked Beth -- and there was no denying that I found her attractive. No, it was more than that -- I found her sexually attractive and I needed to be honest with myself about that -- but did that make me Sapphic? Or was I, as Beth suggested, just someone who was able to enjoy a sexual episode with someone of either sex? I was honestly confused beyond belief.

Somehow, I managed to put such thoughts aside while I marked a few essays on Robert Browning's 'My Last Duchess.' Then I outlined a couple of lesson plans for the forthcoming week. It took until nearly ten o'clock and I was ready for a shower, a final cup of hot chocolate and bed, when my mobile began to ring.

I glanced at the number, which wasn't familiar, then pressed the answer button.

"Patsy? Is that you?"

"Yes... who...?"

"It's me... Alec! Please don't say you've forgotten me!!"

My knees gave out under me and I more or less collapsed back onto my chair as the image of his face seemed to appear in front of me.

"Alec!" I almost screamed with delight, then realised that I must have almost deafened him, "Of course not... I...."

"I've been missing you, Patsy!" he said. "I didn't intend calling you until I came home... but I couldn't wait. I want to see you again, Patsy. Please?"

***



Rule of Thumb Ch. 01



"Rick?" 

I looked up to see Loren at the base of the driveway. It was hot for 10:00 AM and I'd been concentrating on pulling up elm seedlings. My shirt was off - I'm no great looker at 42, but I still have a few good years left in me. Anyway, I was a little self-conscious. 

"Hi Loren. Wassup?" She looked a little distracted, maybe even anxious. It was hard to tell sometimes. I looked around for my shirt, wiping the dirt from my hands on my shorts. 

"I'm good, thanks..." She said slowly, and continued. "Uhhh, I was wondering...did you cut a branch off my tree?" She was motioning to the huge maple that sat at our property line, its massive limbs arching almost to the middle of my yard. I loved that tree, but it sometimes drooped branches onto my driveway. 

"Oh...yeah. I took a few small branches down that were blocking my driveway. I hope you don't mind...I used the rule of thumb." I smiled at the reference, hoping it would break what appeared to be some tension she might be feeling. 

She looked completely blank, her eyes searching mine for some kind of meaning. She wasn't angry, just...confused. 

"Rule of thumb? No?" I figured everyone knew about it. "It was the old English rule that a husband could select a branch no bigger around than his thumb to beat his wife with...Never heard that?" I stopped. She had blushed so deeply, and her face tilted down to the ground that I was worried I had offended her. 

I had known Loren and Bill ever since they had moved in next door - about six years...no it was five years before Marnie's death, so, seven years I'd known them. I never got to know them very well, just occasional barbeques and dinners, and then since Marnie died, not a lot of contact, at least before the divorce. Loren was always so bright and interesting, Bill taciturn and typically Midwest male. I never could figure out how they ever got together. 

The divorce was messy. I watched as their marriage deteriorated and then the subsequent several months, just this year, as she tried to put her life back together. Thankfully no kids, but it was obvious she had depended on him a lot. She had come over to the house a few times asking for help and I'd shared a beer or glass of wine. She didn't talk much about the break-up and I didn't talk much about Marnie, but it was fine to have some quiet companionship. 

I never really had much in common with Bill. I remember only once that he actually extended an invitation to join him in a beer. Loren was out of town and I was surprised. As we sat on his front porch that summer evening, insects buzzing, he didn't say much, but then, out of nowhere, he confessed that he wasn't very happy in his marriage. 

"I'm not sure why we ever got married," he said. "But after we did, I was okay with it; until I found out she was a pervert." 

I looked up in surprise - as much at his sudden vulnerability as his revelation of her sexuality. I raised an eyebrow, hoping he'd go on, but he never said another word. That was August and they got divorced the following February. 

Here it was June and I was staring at her blushing and looking at her feet. What had I been saying? Oh yeah, rule of thumb... 

"Seriously, they were pretty small, diameter-wise, and they were blocking the driveway. C'mon up here and take a look." I waved her up the driveway to the compost pile, forgetting about my shirt. Still pink from the blush, she made eye-contact with me briefly, as if asking if I knew why she was so embarrassed. I didn't acknowledge anything out of the ordinary but continued making my way 'round back to the mound. 

"You see," I said, pointing to the mass of branches I hadn't yet chopped. "Go ahead and take a closer look." 

I stepped aside to let her pass. The side yard was a little tight, with my roses and raspberries, so she had to slip by me. I got a whiff of her fresh soap smell, and I realized I must have smelled like a wild boar. 

I had never noticed her body in detail - outside the usual inspection and judgment: she was relatively tall with a small frame, well proportioned, everything within my taste for "cute." Today, her halter top and shorts revealed a bare mid-riff, a guaranteed trigger to start me thinking. Her odd behavior moments ago, and now her passing so close to me, triggered something else - a feeling I hadn't had for a long long time. Even before Marnie's illness started. Her face was small featured, a sprinkling of freckles making a light mask across her nose. The fading blush accentuated them slightly. Cute. 

Loren looked over the pile, reaching down to touch one or two of the branches. I watched as her slender fingers lightly stroked the bark, and then curled around a branch. She struggled for a moment, separating it from the rest, and then dragged it towards me. 

"This one," she said quietly, again not looking at me directly. "Would this one fit the bill?" 

It was my turn to look confused. I looked down at the branch, and back to her, standing with her arms to her sides, her face downturned. 

"Excuse me?" 

She looked up, looked down at the branch, and dropped it, as if it burned. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" She started walking away, but I stopped her, my hand on her upper arm. 

"What's going on Loren? Is there something the matter? Can I help?" My fingers on her skin, her distress and the heat of the day jolted that long-forgotten feeling up a few notches. 

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "I...nothing. There's nothing going on. I'm just so damn confused. Th...thanks for helping me with the branches. It looked so much more open and I would have thought they would be much bigger." 

That old familiar feeling wasn't the only thing rising. I knew if we stood this way much longer she'd see a lump in my shorts. I dropped my hands, letting my fingers slide across her skin in what I hoped was a comforting gesture; my libido had suddenly taken over: in my mind's eye I was tearing her clothes off and making love to her on the grass. 

I stepped aside to let her go, and she thanked me again. I assured her that it was always okay for her to come by, and if there was anything I could to help her through this tough spot, blah blah blah. I frankly couldn't hear anything I was saying by then, wishing she wouldn't look down at the growing bulge between my legs. 

I returned to my gardening, puzzled by what had just happened, and excited that my sex drive hadn't been buried with my wife. 

*-*-*-* 

A week later, another Saturday, another unusually warm spring day, and I was once again getting my plantings together. I was humming a tune, digging and puttering around, when I got the feeling I wasn't alone. I looked up and saw Loren standing just a few feet from me. Her face was a mixture of emotions: fear, near panic, anxiety... 

"Loren! You scared the shit out of me! Is everything okay?" I dropped my tools and walked towards her, hoping to give her a hug or something to calm her down. 

She swallowed, her breath kind of ragged, like she'd been running. 

"I've done something...bad." She squeaked. 

"Bad? What do you mean 'bad'?" I imagined killing a cat (not mine, we stopped having pets a while ago), or worse, hitting a child with her car. I looked up past my driveway to her house but couldn't see anything amiss from where I was standing. 

"I...I was out trimming my garden, and I think I might have cut down some of your roses." It all came out as one sentence, followed by a cascade of tears. Her hand leapt to her mouth and she looked at me with terror in her eyes. 

"Whaaat?" I raced to the common side of our yards to see what damage she had done-imagining my hard work of 10 years destroyed. When I got there, I stopped short. All of the plants seemed to be just fine - there wasn't anything missing that I could tell. "Loren?! What do you think you did?" I shouted back to her. 

She walked over slowly, like a dog expecting a beating, and slowly pointed to the far corner of the planting where two long vines from the clinging variety lay on her sidewalk. We walked over there together, and I was relieved to see that they were inconsequential. 

"This isn't a problem, Loren. You gave me a real start there." 

"When I'm bad," she said quietly, her face to the ground, "I think of myself as Elke. Bill never understood," she continued, "but I really don't like to be bad. When I was younger I used to be punished for my misbehavior. But Bill never understood." She stood, bowed head, hands clenching and unclenching. I kind of remembered she had turned 28 the past year, but standing there like that, she looked almost 20 years younger. 

I shook my head trying to clear it. Several things all started happening at once. For starters, I was pretty sure she was bonkers. I'm no shrink, and I'd never seen anything weird the entire time I'd known her, but this behavior was pretty fucking over the top. Elke? What the hell was that all about? Best I could figure...absolute tops...was she was having a nervous breakdown over the divorce and just couldn't cope. 

Shrink or no shrink, I knew when someone needed a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her as much comfort as I could, thinking back to Bill's disclosure about her being a pervert. Touching her again, and feeling her sobbing into my shoulders started that chain reaction in my groin. I felt my cock pulse. With just my shorts between us, I really didn't want to embarrass myself; especially if I was truly being sincere in offering comfort. Besides, how low is it taking advantage of the mentally disturbed? 

"Elke, eh?" 

She nodded. 

I stepped back, holding her at arm's length and looked at her, to make sure I understood. "When you were younger, your parents punished you for being bad? That doesn't sound too unusual. Did they beat you?" 

She nodded, tears dropping from her cheeks to the grass. 

"And you expect to be beaten when you are bad...now?" 

She sobbed a little, looking up at me and then quickly away. "I'm sorry. I'm being an idiot. I thought you might be able to help. I've been so alone, and Bill never understood, and now...now...shit. I'm just an idiot. I'm sorry. I've got to go." 

Again, she tried to make her escape, but I stopped her. "Now hold on a second, Loren. I can see you're very confused. I'm very confused. First off: you didn't do anything 'bad.' You had every right to cut down that stringer. Secondly, just because you may have done something bad doesn't mean you should be beaten for it. And third - what's this thing about 'Elke?'" 

She didn't try to pull herself away, but I could tell she wasn't ready to talk. I decided to take a different tact. "Would you mind coming in with me? I've got some fresh lemonade. I'd like to talk with you." 

She didn't protest. Moments later we were sitting in my cool kitchen, my shirt back on, two glasses condensing the humid air. 

"I can see it's been really tough on you. I'm sorry." I let my hand rest on top of hers. She didn't pull away. I studied her face and neck - a beautiful face and a long sculptured neck. Why hadn't I noticed it before? My eyes drifted down to her breasts, nice bulges in her halter top, but not exposed in any way. Her belly was flat - no kids, like I'd said, and her shorts hugged her hips. Her legs disappeared under the table. When I looked up she was looking at me. 

"I'm sorry, Rick. I don't know what comes over me. I guess I didn't have a pleasant childhood." She smiled crookedly hoping I'd let it pass without going into much deeper. 

"Apparently not, and I'm sorry to hear it. But I am worried about you, Loren. This is the second time in a week you've acted a little strange. Are you seeing someone about your stress?" I sipped the lemonade to hide my expression from her when she looked up. 

She shook her head and took a sip. 

I decided to take it a step further. "This punishment thing. Did Bill ever beat you?" 

I could see this was going to be hard for her. Her eyes started brimming before she closed them, squeezing fresh tears onto her cheeks. She shook her head. "No," she whispered, "as much as I wanted him to. It's what drove him away." 

I had completely misunderstood the tears. She wasn't crying because he had beat her, he was crying because he hadn't beaten her. 

I don't consider myself to be a pig. I'm a sensitive guy. I try to help people. Lord knows I spent the last year of Marnie's life doing everything I could to help her. But I had never faced anything quite like this in my entire career as a human being. The thought that Loren was a masochist, knew she was a masochist and had lost her marriage over it was intellectually interesting. But I wasn't ready to accept all that so easily. What about this 'Elke' thing? How did that fit in? Maybe not a masochist at all - maybe a multi-personality disorder. Like I said, I'm no shrink. 

But here's where it went a little weirder. Rather than my acting the proper concerned neighbor like I figured I would under any other normal day of the year, I actually started figuring the angles on this one. If this is what she needed, who was I to deny it? I actually heard my voice in my head asking that very question. It didn't help one bit seeing her vulnerable, crying and so damn cute, asking me to punish her. 

My cock had sprung up during all of this gear-turning, not yet hard enough to be painful, but swollen enough for me to shift my position. I studied her body again, to see if that same feeling from last week returned. Once again I couldn't suppress the images of ravaging her, stripping her naked and forcing myself into her. 

The years of Marnie's illness, our long buried sex life...the newly awakened feelings surged through me, and I realized she was offering herself to me in ways I'd stopped thinking were possible. 

Marnie and I had role played dozens of times...at least in our early years together. It didn't continue after the kids, and it sure never came back after she got sick. But never in that time had we ever engaged in anything like S&M. Ropes, panty gags, a few melted candles, but extended punishment wasn't ever part of our sex lives. The thought of inflicting pain on this young woman suddenly inflamed me. And scared me. I took a breath and a mental step back. 

"Loren." I waited until she looked at me. "Are you serious?" 

She waited until I could explain further. 

"Do you really want me to punish you?" 

She closed her eyes and breathed out a long, long exhalation. As if all of the tension in her body was coming out with that breath. She nodded. "Yes," she said very quietly. "Please. You don't know how much I need this." 

The way she said it, the immense loss of tension in her body, and the pleading look in her eyes when she opened them to stare at me, pushed me over the edge. My cock, now erect, was taking control of the situation. 

"Okay, 'Elke', if that's the way you want it, punishment will be yours. How many strokes do you think would be appropriate?" I flashed on the conversation from the prior week. A quick plan had popped into my head. 

"Strokes?" 

"Yes. Let's see, rather than me find the switch, I think you will need to do it. You know my willow in the backyard? Let's go pay it a visit." 

I stood up, making it clear she was to accompany me. She put down her glass and joined me. I put my hand on her upper arm, the smell of her morning shower wafting to me, and I gently pushed her out the door of the kitchen into the back yard. Our two houses were the highest ones on the ridge that ran the length of our block. Our backyards fell away towards a gully, part of a park with running trails, the far side rising to another ridge with a matching set of homes. During the winter the oaks and maples were stripped bare and I could practically see into their bedrooms, but by late spring, the leaves blocked the view creating a private enclave. 

I knew our neighbor to the west was gone for the weekend, but even so, they had no windows that looked out onto the part of my yard where the willow grew. 

I could feel her trembling, her breathing irregular, mixed with sobs. I don't know why I was so flushed with excitement, but I knew, right then, I was going through with this. I had convinced myself it was what she wanted, ignoring all of the possibilities that she was actually a little unstable. From my position just behind her, I could look down her halter top, the ribbed cotton fabric held away from her chest by those two beautiful breasts, her erect nipples revealing the lack of bra. My cock stiffened with my resolve. It was definitely what she wanted. Needed. 

She didn't protest, letting me lead her to the shade of the willow tree. I held out the clippers and pointed to the draping branches. 

"Pick three you think would be appropriate and bring them back to me." 

She never met my eyes, taking the clippers and turning her attention to the swaying branches. A dry hot breeze had picked up. I felt the sweat begin to drip down my back. 

She reached up and clipped three branches, each about the diameter of my middle finger. Still avoiding my eyes, she handed them and the clippers back to me. 

"Elke. While I prepare these, you know what to do." I turned away to strip the branches of their leaves. 

"What?" She barely whispered. 

"Strip, Elke. Strip. You have been 'bad' and you know you must be punished. Now I must prepare your punishment while you prepare yourself." I never looked up from my work, hoping she would get over whatever turmoil she was going through and accept the new terms I was making for the situation she herself had suggested. 

I peeled off the leaves and some of the green bark, clipping the branches to the length of my arm. Gathering the bunch together, I tied them with twine from my utility belt and looked up. 

I was not prepared for what I saw. Standing in the shade of the tree, 'Elke' was stock still, completely naked and waiting for me. Her breasts were as beautiful as I imagined, a strip of white across their sides and around her nipples and areolas where her bikini top protected them. Her belly was flat, her navel moving in and out with her breath. 

But her bush was what caught my eye and breath. A full triangle of dark hair, neatly trimmed to fit the patch of lighter skin, the tell-tale from her bikini, drew my eye down to the top of her slit. Her lips were unlike Marnie's: full, twisted and starting high up from where her thighs joined; their thick edges were clearly visible through the thicket of her pubic hair. I watched in silence, knowing she was demanding this, yearning for it. 

I knew my erection would be obvious by now, and I wanted her to see what she had done to me. I approached her, holding the bundle of branches in front of me. I saw her eyes flick to my crotch, then the bundle and then return to the ground a foot in front of her. When I was only a couple of feet away, I lightly moved the branch tips up the outside of her legs until they touched her fingers. I moved them between her left wrist and her waist, sliding them up the inside of her arm to her elbow. 

I pushed her arm out with the branches and she understood, raising her left arm above her head. I moved the branch to the other side, but before I could get there, she raised her right arm. The thicket of hair beneath her arms was a surprise. Surprising because she chose not shave, but even more surprising that I found it such a turn on. The color of her hair there wasn't as dark as her bush, red and gold highlights glinting in the sunlight. I licked my lips in anticipation. 

Her breasts moved with her breath, and with her arms up, she was perfectly exposed, their soft swelling pushing out towards me. I could smell her sweat and the obvious arousal this was causing her. Seeing her exposed, her thatches of hair a stark contrast to her lightly tanned skin, I flashed on a memory of Marcie, after the chemotherapy. She had always been shy, but now, without any body hair, she was careful to wear a robe whenever she might be exposed. I walked in on her as she got out of the shower one afternoon, surprising her. Her body was completely smooth, from her head to her toes, her slit uncovered by any pubic hair, her arms and legs silky. She grabbed a towel and turned away from me, but later that night, in bed, I made sure to spoon against her, my hands softly stroking her skin, feeling her so completely shaved. Her being hairless had been a turn-on, mostly from the novelty, I supposed; and now I was feeling similarly looking at Loren/Elke covered in hair. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 01



"Rick?" She whispered, wondering where I was. I snapped back to the present, looking at her again, the predator in me taking control. 

"You want me to punish you, Elke, yes?" I brought the tips of the branches to her nipples, brushing first one and then the other, drawing a breath from her. 

"Yesss," she whispered. "Yes. I shouldn't have been clipping so close to your roses. I know how much they mean to you. Ohhh!" I quickly dragged the bunch across her nipples, leaving a slight red scratch on the white patches of skin. 

I moved the tips to between her ankles and she immediately understood, spreading her legs. The grass formed a green triangle where her legs inclined up to her slit, meeting the dark brown triangle of hair pointing down. I slid the rough wood up the inside of her thigh, stopping at her slit. She inhaled sharply as the branches rubbed her lips. As I looked more closely, I could see a fine covering of hair on her legs as well - light brown and long, but very fine and sparse. 

"You don't like to shave?" I asked her, making her spread as far apart as she could. 

She shook her head. "I've never shaved, except for my bikini line." She said it so quietly I could barely hear her. "Bill hated it." 

"Bend over, Elke and grab your ankles." I stepped around her, watching her breasts dangle deliciously down, and studying her gorgeous ass. "How many strokes do you deserve?" A...cruelty was growing in me...an anger at the top of my spine, setting my jaw. It stopped me momentarily, the switch held firm against her naked slit. 

She was breathing harder now and I knew she must be dripping. I shifted the bundle to my left hand and reached with my right to feel between her legs. My fingers brushed against her lips, slowly moving between them to feel their heat and her moisture. She moaned but still hadn't answered. 

"Answer me Elke! How many do you deserve?" I slipped two fingers inside her outer labia, teasing them apart. Shit how I wanted to fuck her! My cock was harder than it had been in years. Part of me was worried at this newly discovered passion: I wanted to hurt her! I held my anger in check, not knowing how far she would go. 

"Ohh, gawd, please, please, yes, please. Six, Rick, six. I deserve six!" She was shaking from the exertion of holding her position and the slow insertion of my finger into her wet cunt. The sweat beading between her cheeks drew my attention to her tight ass, her rectum opening and closing. 

I stepped back and swooshed the branches against her cheeks, the swat making a satisfying sound, followed by her own exclamation of surprise and pain. 

"Owww! Oh gawd, oww, please, Rick, hold it, oh gawd, oh." 

I swung again. "Count for me Elke, so that I don't lose my place." The sound of the branches moving through the air, the satisfying 'whack' they made on her bare skin ignited something inside me. The years of caring for Marnie, the years of neglect to our relationship, it was as if a dam broke, my grief spilling into the tips of the willow switches. 

"Owww! Two, oww! Two, Rick." 

I swung again, raising a small welt on one cheek, the prior hits' red stripes quickly fading. "And what else, do you want to say?" I had reached some agreement internally; my anger and rage held in check by some more sensible part that wouldn't let me devolve into an animal. 

Tears were falling from her, her mouth working the number three through her cries of pain. "Three, uh, three, Rick...?" The confusion evident even as I whooshed down again, raising a welt on her other cheek. 

"'Thank-you,' Elke, you wanted to say 'Thank you' to me for satisfying your need. This last one was a bonus." 

She was sobbing, the pain was almost overpowering her, but she struggled to say the count and squeak out a 'thank you.' I stopped for a moment, to let her catch her breath, her sobs wracking her lungs, her breasts jiggling upside down. I ran my hands over the welts, feeling their heat, and slipped my fingers again inside her. She was flowing now, her lips swollen and open, letting me slip two fingers easily into her. I held her for a moment, letting her catch her breath, stroking her asshole with the ball of my thumb. 

"That last one was a freebie. Just three more, Elke, and you will be done." 

She shook her head no, but she didn't utter a word, her eyes squeezed shut, her face red from crying and being upside down. I removed my hand, stepped back a little and swung the branches against the bottom of her cheeks where they curved into her legs, cutting a bright red mark across the tops of both her thighs. 

She cried out in anguish, but again managed to keep the count and a thank you barely intelligible. Before she could catch her breath, I swished the bundle twice again, the last time against her swollen lips and she crumpled to the grass, sobbing and thanking me, choking out a 'Six'. 

I knelt down beside her, pushing her over, spreading her legs to let the cool grass sooth her backside. I watched her pussy lips swell as I teased her clit, feeling her spasms. 

"You may cum, Elke. You deserve to cum," the words sounded soothing, but inside the animal rage was screaming. I continued stroking her, watching her groin rise up to grip my fingers. My other fingers teased her nipples, each squeeze forcing a moan from her. 

Suddenly she stopped, cramping up, gripping my fingers inside her cunt, her hands flying to my wrists, pinning me against her slit and her breasts and she began to mewl, letting out a long slow cry as her orgasm hit her. She held me tight, the rhythm of her climax obvious from the rippling of her muscles in her belly and thighs. I leaned down and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth, letting her suck on it, pulling it into her as if it were a lifeline back to consciousness. 

The animal part, the grieving injured part of me wanted nothing more than to tear my hands away, peel off my shorts and fuck her, but the sober part held me in check. With my mouth clamped around hers, and her suctioning my tongue, I couldn't command her to let me go. Instead, I felt the anger and rage subside, small waves beating uselessly against the emotional dam I had built for so many years. 

When the moment subsided, I broke away and knelt next to her, studying her even as I pulled my shorts down to let my cock spring free. She opened her eyes and looked at my face for the first time, tears of anguish mixed with a smile of release and joy. Her eyes darted to my cock and her smile broadened. 

"You liked punishing me?" She asked softly, pulling me onto her, slipping me into her. In moments, I erupted inside her, her hands pushing against my ass, holding me. It had been so many years since I had been inside a woman I had practically forgotten what it felt like: the soft velvety walls of her cunt gripped my erection, so different from my memories of Marnie, but reminding me of the great fucks we'd had. 

"Yes," I assured her, whispering in her ear. "I don't know why. I've never done anything like that before. Are you okay? This has to be okay for you." I could feel the slippery liquids oozing past my shrinking cock, dribbling out of her. 

She kissed my cheeks and neck and promised me over and over how much she needed it, that it was something Bill could never do. 

We lay there for minutes, the flies landing on us, the hot breeze adding to the sweat between our bodies. Even as I basked in the glow, the feelings of melancholy flowed in as they always did after a fuck: memories of Marnie, of my childhood, of homesickness. I marveled how it could be, nearly 25 years after my first time, I was still affected so strangely by climaxing. 

"Thank you," she said again softly, her fingers stroking the pit of my spine, just above my waist. "Thank you." 

We rested a moment longer and then I rolled off her, feeling the breeze on my wet dick and chest. I didn't want the moment to stop, images of taking things further popped spontaneously into my head; but somehow it felt better to keep it as it was, to make us want to come back together another time. 

"I think you should go home now and think about what you did." I said softly, with just enough menace to let her know she could expect more of the same from me. "Don't think this little lesson was the worst you can expect from me, Elke, if you continue to be bad." I looked her directly in the eye and she returned my gaze with such a look of relief and desire, I knew she had been telling me the truth about her need. The conflict I felt almost overwhelmed the echoes of pleasure: my own potential for cruelty, her obvious desire for pain and punishment. How sick is this? Looking down at her naked body, my limp cock lying against my thigh, the fresh memories of her crying out, begging me to hurt her - my dick pulsed a little. It had a one-track mind. I watched the flood of images overpower and bury my concerns. 

She rolled over onto all fours, grabbed her clothes and stood up, all the while keeping herself exposed to me. She began sorting out her panties, intending to slip them on when I stopped her. 

"I don't think so," I commanded softly, the implication clear. "You should go home bare assed so that your punishment is exposed to all the world to witness." I saw the fear and desire wash over her face, her eyes darting around to see who might bear witness to her 'perversion.' 

In this small corner of my yard she was out of sight, but as soon as she crossed towards her house she would be visible to the street, not to mention anyone in the park below who might be looking up the ravine - an unlikely, but deliciously possible scenario. She looked back at me, her eyebrows raised, pleading a silent 'no', even as she prepared to accept her fate. 

"I'll tell you what," I sounded a conciliatory tone, "use your back gate, and I'll let you off the hook, but in exchange, promise you'll have dinner with me tonight." I rose up on one elbow, my dick rolling over. Her eyes looked down at the motion, her tongue unconsciously licked her lips as she looked back at me. 

"Okay, Rick. Thank-you. It's a promise." 

"6 o'clock. Sharp." 

She nodded, tucked her clothes under her arms, and I watched her gorgeous breasts turn away, my eyes focusing on the red welts on her fantastic ass. My cock twitched at the thought of having her again, ideas of how I might satisfy her need erupting too quickly to keep track of. 

I picked up my own clothes, shook my head and headed back to my yard work. As I exited the small private area, I was stopped short by the sound of hands clapping.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 02



"Very nice, Richard, very very nice." 

I looked up to see Mrs. Wilson sitting in one of my yard chairs, her hands coming together. With her position in the shadows, it would have been difficult for us to see her, but I immediately understood she had seen everything. 

"Mrs. Wilson! What are you doing here?" My recent rage re-erupting at the invasion of privacy, my nudity momentarily forgotten. 

"Don't get excited, Rick, at least, don't get excited that way. I have to admit what you just did was...terrible. And by terrible, I mean terribly arousing." She spoke as if there was nothing out of the ordinary in her being in my back yard- audience to what was for me both a shocking emotional and sexual experience. I realized I was stripped naked, physically and emotionally, my still swollen penis pointing at her. Any move I made, whether to dress or question her presence only seemed to point at my lack of control over the situation. Her invasion and presumption fanned my anger. 

"Excuse me? What the hell do you think you're doing on my property, Mrs. Wilson?" I was now just a few feet away from her, fists on my hips, chin and pelvis jutting forward. Fuck her, I thought. It's my yard and if she wants to barge in she can deal with me naked and angry. 

"Calm down Rick!" She took a commanding tone that scared me a little. "You and I don't know each other very well, but Marnie and I were more than acquainted with one another. She was a beautiful person, Rick. You two were very lucky." She stopped for a moment to let the words sink in. "I'm sorry about your loss; I know you and Marnie were very close, I know. I also know it must still be lonely around here, even after almost two years. Believe me, I know what it feels like to lose your life partner." 

I was completely struck dumb by her change in conversation, the rage from her being there swirling with the warm glow from my conquest, the possibility Marnie and she had been friends - my attention was momentarily distracted. 

"Sit down, here Rick." Her tone more conciliatory. "You may want to put some clothes on, by the way." 

I complied, not sure why except the tone in her voice made it difficult to imagine arguing with her. She continued as I slipped on my shorts. 

"I think I owe you an explanation, if not an apology. I rarely apologize, especially when circumstances take a turn beyond my control. I happened to be strolling this afternoon, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a whipping going on. Naturally, I had to investigate. Wouldn't anyone? But the sound of whipping is particularly important to me for several reasons. I had to be sure this was between consenting adults and not some poor woman being attacked. This was your first time?" 

She looked me straight in the eye, without blinking or backing down. I challenged her, and then realized there was no profit in it - she was going to sit here all day until I cooperated. "Yeah," I admitted. 

"Hmmm. Loren's too?" 

I nodded. 

"I had a thought about her. Is she okay?" The way she said it, I knew she meant more than just from the whipping. 

I didn't have a good answer for her. I was concerned about Loren's mental health. The whole Elke thing and her really bizarre behavior. But then again, I was starting to question my own sanity. I shrugged and looked back at the willow. 

"Concern for her health is only one reason I trespassed. Arousal was another: I have to admit the sound of her crying out was a welcome shot in the arm." She paused to let me get over my shock. "Do you think you're the first or only one to enjoy handing out punishment? Oh, Richard, the stories I could tell you..." She gave a laugh at my reaction. 

I had stopped breathing. What was she saying? She was a dominatrix? In my own middle-class, arbored-street neighborhood? Mrs. Wilson? The number of times Marnie and I had been in the same room with her reeled off. A block party a few months after we moved in: her house, a century-old mansion she and her husband had purchased from the original owners. A Christmas party, at the Paulsens, just a few months after her husband had died. I tried to remember what she was like back then, but my memory failed me. And then...that was about it as far as I could remember. Apparently Marnie knew her better. 

We'd see her in passing on the street or in town at a store or restaurant. I had always thought she was a very classy lady. She didn't put on airs, it wasn't that. It was the mere fact she had live-in help. A butler? Cook? and a...I don't know what, a quiet Japanese woman who I figured was her maid or secretary. Now I began to wonder. 

"Is it Richard or Rick? I'm sorry I can't remember." 

"Rick is fine..." I waited for her to continue. 

"Where was I...oh yes. S&M, Bondage, Discipline, punishment, pain, power, release, amazing. Isn't it amazing?" 

I started to answer and stumbled. Yes, it was fucking amazing, but why would I tell you that? "I'm sorry..." I gave my head a little shake. 

"Oh! Now I've embarrassed you!" She laughed again. "Rick, that's rich! I have been sitting here watching you ravish that beautiful young thing, barely able to keep my fingers out of my cunt, seeing your ass tightening when you shoved that cock of yours into her waiting slit, and you're concerned about a personal question whether you liked it? Of course you liked it! Do you think Loren liked it? Did you see her? It's like you two were fated for each other." 

Her hand reached out across the table in a welcoming gesture - an olive branch to offset the obvious embarrassment she had caused. 

I resisted the urge to accept it, still angry at her intrusion. "Mrs. Wilson..." 

"Call me Anna, Rick, please." 

Our hands were almost touching but not quite. She had left hers open, the fingers uncurled. I was struggling not to start shouting again. 

"Listen to me, Rick. I'm very serious now." She wriggled her fingers a little and I rested my hand on her palm. Her fingers wrapped around my hand, her other had come down on my wrist. "I could see the fire between you two. Isn't it amazing that next door to you is a woman who so badly needs what you are so seriously considering? And how amazing it is, that just as you two discover this hidden...passion...I happen to walk by?" 

I just shook my head, looking straight at her, completely confused. I was beyond embarrassment, I was beyond anger at the intrusion or trespass, her summary of the situation was so radically different from mine, but hers was so much easier to accept. No guilt, no second guessing. 

"Maybe I'm not being clear. Rick, I can help. This is what I do. It's how I make my living. I'm a counselor. Not so much psychological, but sexual." 

I felt my lungs collapse, the air softly hooshwing. I looked down at the ground, my head shaking. 

"Let me make it real simple for you: I can help you get the most out of Loren's needs. I can help you do it safely. I can help you have more fun than you can imagine. 

"You'll be shocked at how far she will let you go if you approach it with the finesse I can demonstrate. Really." 

My cock twitched at the thought of Loren suffering some incredibly twisted sexual punishment. I had my own ideas about what I could do with her. But the idea that Anna could show me the ropes, as it were, had its attraction. I'm a firm believer in on-going education, life-long-learner and all that. I looked at her eyes to see the humor twinkling there, and knew she knew she had already hooked me. I just shrugged and smiled at her, looking away. 

"It's settled then. How about we start tonight? Would dinner at 7:30 be too late? Why don't you both come by around 6:30 for cocktails?" The words seem to rush together, faster than I could react to. She got up, her fingernails slightly scratching into my forearm, the sensation made me look up into her eyes. 

"Okay...ummm, what did you say about this being your job...?" Sex work cost money. I'd never paid for it, but I knew the stuff she was into cost big. 

She laughed again. "Exactly right, Rick, you're already scoring points! How about the first night's on me - a free sample - if it's to your liking we can discuss a plan." 

I nodded and walked with her up the side yard returning to my work. My mind was in six places at once: whipping Loren, fucking her, the after-glow of my first fuck in years still echoing through me, Anna invading my privacy and the confusion about how she had talked me down. And the thoughts of what she might have in store for Loren...for both of us...at dinner. 

* - * - * 

I decided not to tell Loren about Anna witnessing us or her change in our plans. She had agreed to come to dinner. She all but demanded I punish her, suggesting she was relinquishing control to me. It seemed neither necessary nor...appropriate...to treat her any other way, so I chose to presume she didn't need to participate in any decisions. It was all too fast. Like I said, S&M had never been part of my repertoire. A little discipline, a little domination, but not so much pain. 

The first time Marnie and I had tried discipline was early in our marriage, maybe only a few months in, I couldn't place it exactly. She'd made a bet, some stupid trivia thing and I had won. Her loss meant Naked-Saturday. 

"No, Richard! That's not possible. I have yard work to do! You wouldn't have me starkers outside for all the neighbors to see!?" 

I shrugged. A deal was a deal I remember saying, hoping the twinkle in my eye was obvious enough. She was no shirker; it was one of the things I loved about her. 

Friday night, midnight, we were still awake. I reached over to remove her nightgown. She protested saying she was sleepy. I persisted, reminding her of her duty. She smiled a little, her eyes narrowed and glassy, and rolled over, pulling the sheet with her. After she got comfortable, I removed it and reminded her a second time, suggesting punishment might be involved if she tested my patience. She giggled a little and started to snore. 

When I awoke, I looked over at her. Such a fantastic body. It was a treat for me to just stare at her as she slept. In spite of her great looks, Marnie was self-conscious and absolutely hated to be naked. We had known each other a couple of years before we got married, but it wasn't until after the wedding she started behaving a little more shyly. 

She made breakfast, shy and embarrassed being exposed every time I walked into the room. Her breasts, pert and unaltered from pregnancy, like little targets. She watched my eyes dart across her body every time and finally couldn't help herself. 

"Rick! Every time you walk into the room it's as if you've never seen me before! Am I that forgettable?" 

"It's a guy thing, my love. We're programmed that way." I reached over and stroked her, reminding her she had a full day in front of her. 

It wasn't something I remembered very frequently - the encounter with Loren having jogged it. But there was one incident that day I do often remember. She had been lying on a lounge reading the newspaper when I walked in. Her legs had been apart, her lips spread a little. She had smooth outer lips, tight and small, hidden behind a wispy bush of pubic hair. She hadn't shaved much back then - it wasn't until later that she'd come to coif herself. 

"Nice," I commented. "Maybe you could spread them a little wider." 

She dropped the paper in shock, her face embarrassed, her legs snapping shut. "Richard! Stop it." 

"No. Seriously. I'd like to see you spread open a little more. You have the cutest little cunt." 

She made a squeak and covered her face with the newspaper to hide her embarrassment. I took the opportunity to sit on the end of the lounge and gently pulled her legs apart, letting her feet drop to the floor. "There. Just like that. Your lips are spread, just a little, your hair is going every which way. And I think you're actually turned on by it! Yes, I think that's true. Don't deny it." 

She was laughing behind the newspaper and she spasmed a little when I gently ran my finger just inside her moistened slit. I reached up and pulled the paper away, making sure she saw the effect this was having on me. I leaned over and gave her a kiss: lightly on the lips, then a little more insistently, pressing my tongue into her mouth gently. She opened her mouth, the tips of our tongues dancing a little. I pressed down a bit more forcefully, and she opened wider. I reached down and took one of her hands, putting it above her head. She moved the other one on her own. 

Just this...this little change in our position made my cock jump inside my pajamas. I pulled my face away from hers just a little to see her eyes. The look I saw, something between fear, anticipation and lust, made me go another notch further. 

"Up." I pushed away from her, lifting myself onto my feet. My cock was clearly bulging out of my pajamas. Her eyes darted down and back up quickly. "Time to get the day started." 

I extended my hand and helped her up, her emotions now moving more clearly to fear and confusion. "What now, Rick? The deal was I was going to be naked all day, not your little slut to order around." 

I smiled at the conclusion she had jumped to. She was terrible at hiding her worst fears and I loved the images she had brought to my mind. 

"Slut, hmmm? Is that what being forced to be naked makes you think? What would a slut do, Marnie?" I held her arms behind her as I hugged her tightly, looking into her face. My cock was pressing against her bush, only the pajama fabric between us. 

She couldn't break her eyes away from me, her lips pressed together somewhere between a smile and disapproval, her head shaking side to side almost imperceptibly. 

"What? I can't hear you." 

"No..." she said it quietly, not looking away. "Don't, Rick. Don't...make me..." 

"Make you...?" I really didn't know where she was going, but I wanted to find out. 

"...me say it." She finally looked away and then down at my cock. 

Keeping her wrists behind her with one hand, I used the other to nudge her chin back up. I wanted her to look me straight in the eye when she said whatever it was. The power, the control, I felt it surging into me, tightening my grip on her wrists to let her know. I just nodded. She understood what I was saying without words. 

"A slut..." she licked her lips, blinking at me. "A slut would drop to her knees and take your hard-on into her mouth and suck you til you came in her throat." Her eyes were wide...begging me to make her do it...or begging me to make her stop. I couldn't tell. Either way, I enjoyed the begging. 

The doorbell rang, shocking me out of my memories, jolting my heart. The image of Marnie's pussy, spread open on the lounge shredded behind my eyes. I shook my head to clear it; my erection was pushing against my jeans and I didn't bother to hide it. It was best Loren understood what she was in for. 

Taking a last look around, I opened the door to see her in a colorful floral sun-dress, the breeze blowing the light material easily. Legs bare, feet in sandals. After a quick mental inventory, I calculated if she wasn't wearing panties, there was a grand total of one piece of clothing between me and that gorgeous body. 

"Beautiful," I whispered, letting her in. As she passed me by, I once again caught a whiff of her freshly soaped body and almost stripped her in the entry way. 

"Loren?" I wasn't sure whether she wanted to be in character yet. 

"Hmmm?" She looked up, wondering what was on the agenda. 

"I, uhh, you...well, you seem to prefer to be called Elke at times, and I wasn't certain how we should begin the evening." I knew being uncertain wasn't the right way to be the dominant, but it was all so new. The confusion made Anna's offer this afternoon more attractive to me. 

She blushed so red and deeply I could practically see it through the material across her breasts. "About that..." she hesitated. "I...I really don't know...shit. I don't know how to do this." Again the words came rushing out, her hands flailing slightly, her shoulders hunching. "What you did to me this morning..." 

I immediately worried she was regretting our scene earlier in the day and swore silently. 

"...was the most...intense...wonderful thing I've ever experienced...and I hope, I mean, I really want...ohhh, I don't know how to say this!" 

"Loren. I'm going to call you Loren. If you would prefer to be called Elke at any time, you have permission to tell me, but I really love the name Loren and I think it fits you beautifully." 

Her eyes were brimming with tears, as much from relief and gratitude as from the sheer tension of coming to the realization of her hopes and fantasies becoming a reality. The earlier animal forces in me took over, the need to possess her and give her what she craved tore through whatever sheer film of civility there was between us. 

I stepped closely to her and stroked her back through the elastic ribbed top of the dress. Not feeling her skin was completely unsatisfying, annoying m, until I realized I could have whatever I wanted from this woman. I slipped my hand under the top of her dress to lightly stroke her back as I hugged her to me, confirming she wasn't wearing a bra. Pulling my hand away from her skin, I lifted the dress out, allowing me to look down her back and saw the beautiful curve of her ass cheeks, naked and waiting for me. The red welts from our time together still quite evident. 

She pulled back slightly to look at me and I kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth to dispel any doubts about who was doing what to whom tonight. She relinquished, her body pushed against mine, her mouth opening completely to let my tongue penetrate her. I toyed with her a few moments longer, long enough for her to feel my erection beginning to swell and gently disengaged. 

"I like your outfit, Loren," I commented, holding her away from me briefly to let me strip her with my eyes. "I especially like how little you put on. It pleases me greatly." 

Her eyes sparkled at the complement and from her breathing I knew she was as excited about the prospects for the evening as I had been. 

"I've got a slight change in plans tonight." I looked at her expression shift from surprise to disappointment, followed by a questioned, confused look. "We've been invited to Anna Wilson's house for dinner. She was quite insistent and I couldn't refuse." 

By my tone, I tried to let her know she wasn't to question the decision, but the pout beginning on her face was a sure sign of disappointment. With a huge sigh, it looked like she was deflating, her shoulders hunched inward. I thought she might faint. 

"Now, now, Loren. This is no way to behave. I am really disappointed in you. In fact, your reaction to my arrangements is so unacceptable, that I'm thinking perhaps you need a reminder of who's in charge." 

She looked up, confusion, fear and a twinkle of excitement rushing across her face. Before she could react any further, I turned her around, pushed her firmly at the shoulders to make her bend and lifted her dress, exposing her beautiful ass. 

"Touch the floor with your fingertips," I directed, looking at the angry welts across her buns. I slid my hand across them, feeling their heat, my fingers moving into her crack. I burrowed the tip of my third finger into the entrance to her pussy, feeling moisture beginning to seep out. 

"Who's in charge?" I demanded, teasing her outer lips but not penetrating any further. 

"You, Rick. You're in charge." Her voice was soft, muffled against her legs. 

"That's right. And when I tell you what's in store for the evening, you need to trust I know what I'm doing!" I slipped the fingertip in a little further, moistening and pulled it out. Using both hands, I spread her cheeks, exposing her sphincter, and slowly pushed the wet fingertip into her halfway up the nail. She moaned, whether stifling a protest or in discomfort, I couldn't tell, nor did I care. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 02



A thought struck me, looking at her bent over and I quickly removed my finger. "Stay put," I directed and ran to the kitchen. 

"She's expecting us in about 15 minutes," I shouted while rummaging through the junk drawer. "I don't want to be late, otherwise I'd fuck you right in the front hall the way you are. Your cunt is abso-fucking-lutely fantastic exposed this way...ahh, here it is." 

With her dress draped over her head, she couldn't see what I had been doing. I was pleased to see her still standing bent over, hands now flat on the floor, her knees bent slightly with her brightly striped ass and the very tip of her pussy pointed to the front door. 

I know nothing about sewing, fabric or how clothes are made, but while I had begun penetrating her, I flashed on a perfect punishment; a slight alteration to her dress was in order. 

"What are you doing?" She asked as she felt me pull up the waistband. 

"Shh. You are not to speak. Remember who's in charge." 

She quieted, but shifted a little, trying to look up under the fabric. 

"Relax. I'm just cutting a small slit in the waistband of your dress." 

"What?!!" She couldn't resist and tried to stand up. I put my hand on her shoulder keeping her bent down. 

"So, you don't seem to understand what it means to be quiet, hmmm?" I was getting hard at the prospects of her punishment. "That only will add to your punishment. You need to trust me. The adjustment will be very small and it'll be hidden by the belt. I'll pay for the repairs if you aren't happy. But you will be punished for your lack of cooperation and trust." I finished snipping, pushed my hand through it to confirm it was big enough and returned the scissors to the kitchen counter. 

Her labia were a little more swollen than when we had started; no doubt she was worked up enough to lubricate my finger, but I had another idea. 

"You may stand up for a minute." I left the hall again, heading to the bathroom for some jelly. 

When I came back, she was feeling the cut in the dress and staring at me, the look a mixture of concern, doubt and sheer lust. Maybe she was thinking twice about what she'd started, or maybe it was all going too fast. When her eyes focused on the tube of lubricating jelly, she shook her head slightly. 

"You have made it very clear to me that you expect to be punished for the things you do wrong," I said calmly, reaching out to stroke her shoulder. "You want me to be in control and to take command, yes?" I made sure her eyes were looking into mine. She nodded. "This is all new to me too, Loren. Up until this morning, I had thought of you as a good friend and neighbor, but that's all changed now because you asked for it." 

I waited for her to accept the new situation and take responsibility for it. 

"What I didn't know was how much I've enjoyed it. So far, I've enjoyed it a lot, and I'm about to take it further. But," I stared into her eyes, "I need you to assure me that you are willing to submit to my decisions." She looked confused, her eyes searched my face and glanced at the tube, just the way I wanted her. She nodded slightly and looked away. 

"You reacted badly to my decision about the evening, and you failed to follow a simple directive to remain quiet. For those two infractions you need to be punished." I stepped behind her and again helped her bend forward, returning the hem of her dress to just below her waist exposing that beautiful ass again. "Spread your legs and hold your cheeks open as wide as you can." 

She breathed out heavily, desperately trying not to say anything. As she complied, I opened the tube. I inserted my right hand through the slit in her dress, coated my third finger with lubricant and added a little to her puckered hole. Rubbing the tip of my finger against it, I felt the bumps and swirls of her skin, watching her pulse in response. I pushed into her, this time up to the top knuckle, twisting my hand around so the other fingers rested against the inside of her thigh. 

The resistance she put up was no match for the lubrication, hopefully causing her some serious discomfort. This wasn't about comfort, it was punishment after all. 

"You can stand up." I pushed the dress back down and I walked her to the mirror where we studied the arrangement. From even as close as a few feet, it looked like my hand was resting on her waist in a friendly way, but as I wriggled my finger inside her, stimulating a burst of protest from her rectum and a squeeze from her face, it was anything but. 

"Help me put this away," I asked, pointing to the jelly. It would mean her having to bend down and pick up the tube and top. I pushed into her more deeply as she stood back up, making her wince. Still, she kept quiet, her rectum cramping to expel me. I wanted to test our ability to walk, directing her to the bathroom. It went quite easily - our bodies seemed to be the right length for my finger to stay buried in her, my arm stretched across her back diagonally. As she walked I could feel the motion of her muscles stroking my finger, and I knew from her continual adjustments that the feeling inside her was intense. 

We left the house, for all the neighbors to see: a friendly couple - the divorcee and the widower - taking an evening stroll. 

"Thank-you," she said softly as we walked, a little awkwardly at first, down the front steps to the sidewalk. And then she looked at me in fear. 

"It's okay. You may speak. For what?" 

"..." Her expression changed to disbelief, her mouth half-way between a smile and concern - she wasn't sure I was kidding. 

"It's definitely my pleasure," I returned a satisfied smile, wriggling my finger. 

"Oh!" She couldn't restrain a moan. 

We made it to Anna's house without seeing anyone else on the street. A car passed us, but we looked the perfect picture of suburbia. As we approached the front door, Loren looked up at me, curious. 

"Mmmmm, doesn't it just feel so delicious you don't want me to ever take it out?" I smiled down at her, hoping she'd be confused by the question. 

"Rick!" She whispered hoarsely. "You can't be serious. Please. What are you doing?" Her clenching in her rectum only reinforced her embarrassment. 

We were greeted at the door by Anna's secretary, housekeeper? - a young Japanese woman, perhaps 22 years old, of slight build and a sweet face. She was dressed in a bright green silk kimono-like jacket that stopped mid-thigh. It appeared to be the only thing she was wearing. Her legs were well toned, both in color and muscle, but my eyes darted to her fingers - long graceful delicate extensions of her hands as she closed the door. 

"Welcome," she said with a gracious smile, "My name is Mamiko, I'll be helping this evening. Anna is waiting for you in the living room. I'll be bringing cocktails in a moment...is there anything I can do for you before...?" She half led, half gestured where we were to go, and moved to leave in the other direction, ostensibly to retrieve the drinks. 

"Uhmm, yes, Mamiko. Thank you, there is something. I think I'll need to use the bathroom, could you direct me?" 

She looked down to see my hand disappearing into Loren's dress and looked up, her expression unreadable. 

"Of course. It's just this way if you'd like to follow me?" 

"Thanks. I'll first say hello to Anna." I looked over to see Loren blushing deeply from embarrassment. 

Mamiko left and we proceeded through the double doors at the other end of the entry hall. The living room was beautifully decorated- a large fireplace (not lit but obviously well used), an ornate Persian rug and several seating areas with tables and lamps. There was art on almost every surface, some of it bizarre to my eyes. Anna got up from a black leather designer chair. 

"Welcome! Welcome! Loren, Rick, I'm so glad you accepted my invitation." She approached us, her arms open in an embrace as if we were long-time friends. She first hugged Loren, giving her a European kiss and then repeated the gesture with me. Because we were still attached at the ass, so to speak, it didn't take her but a moment to notice. 

"Well, what have we here?" She pulled us apart slightly, tracing my arm down through her dress. "Now isn't that just too much! I think we're going to have a very good time tonight." She looked at me with a cat-eating-canary grin and cocked her head sizing up Loren. "I assume Mamiko has gone to get drinks? Please, make yourselves comfortable..." She stopped when she realized how that might be a challenge. 

Loren just blushed and looked at me, unwilling to move - whether from humiliation or because she had entered her character. 

"About that," I began, and wriggled my finger out of Loren's ass with a small pop. "I'd like to wash up." 

"Of course. It's just across the entry hall. Loren and I will take a few minutes to catch up a little." 

When I returned, they had sat down - Anna in her chair, Loren at the love seat just next to her. Mamiko was entering from another set of doors bearing a tray of drinks and hors d'oeuvres. 

Loren looked at me, confusion about what was in store, combined with her fear I would humiliate her in front of Anna even more than I'd already done. Our host issued a constant stream of small talk, none of which Loren seemed to hear. 

Anna and I sipped our drinks, politely discussing several items of common interest that had been going on in the neighborhood. I pointedly avoided Loren's attempt to get my attention, instead looking at the drink, trying to place it. 

"It's cachaҫa," Anna said, pointing to Mamiko who was sitting across the room. Her legs were even more exposed as the jacket rode up her thighs. I looked questioningly at Mamiko, confused why Anna had made the motion and turned back to see if I had misunderstood. "...a Brazilian rum. Mamiko is trying her hand at different cocktail preparations in her pursuit of a bartender's license." I took another sip of the sweet-and-sour lime concoction. It was tart and refreshing, but I couldn't taste a lot of alcohol. 

We continued to make small talk until I was beginning to wonder how long we could carry this pretense on. Here we had been invited to Anna's house because she had promised to teach me the ways of a dominant; when we arrive, she nonchalantly accepts my finger is inserted deep into my date's ass, and now it's just a normal neighborly evening out. 

"Ahh, I can see you are wondering when we're going to get to the point, eh Rick?" Anna pulled me from my reverie and I looked up at her. Loren looked between the two of us, even more confused about what I had planned. 

"From my short chat with Loren, I see you haven't told her about our little conversation today, That's not nice Rick" She wagged her finger at me. "I like that." 

Loren's growing confusion and concern only aroused the animal in me. 

"Loren, I won't sugar coat this. We're all adults. I watched you and Rick today. At the willow tree." She continued over Loren's cry of embarrassment and shame. "Now, now." She patted her arm. "I saw you begging to be punished. How much you need to be punished. You've suffered in silence for too many years, isn't that true?" The dynamic in the room shifted. Mamiko got up from her chair crossing to the fireplace, about three paces away. 

Loren looked to me, tears brimming, pleading for an explanation; her blush deep red. 

"You don't know me," Anna continued, a little more firmness in her voice, "but let me tell you what I told Rick today. I will say it only once and then you need to decide. I am a counselor, Loren. I have made it my life's work to help people achieve their goals. Not so much psychological, but sexual. Now is not the time to hear my life's story, but as it is appropriate I can share details of how I came to this line of work. 

"You may wonder if there is a degree for this. The answer is yes and no. I have advanced degrees in social work, yes. I have many extended education credits in sexual therapy." 

"But I'm not sick," Loren protested, looking over at me with concern. 

"No one said all therapy is about sickness, Loren." Anna's tone changed dramatically, her voice softening and nurturing. "Sometimes we are stuck and need help. Sometimes the patterns in our lives are working against us. There are lots of uses of therapy. 

"What I witnessed today at the willow was enormously arousing," she continued, "and that is a crucial part of any sexual experience - if an onlooker isn't aroused, something isn't right...wouldn't you agree?" 

She looked at Loren waiting for an answer. The older woman's continuing silence demanded an answer. 

Loren looked as if she were an insect pinned to a board: all eyes were on her. Her secret, so hidden for so many years was suddenly shared by complete strangers. She was trapped and at the same time clearly aroused: her breathing had shifted, her eyes darting to Mamiko, to my pants, to Anna's breasts. 

"I guess..." she offered non-committedly. 

I caught Anna's eye to suggest I should give it a try. 

"I know how angry and violated you must feel, Elke," using her sub-name as a trigger, I hoped to move her into the right frame of mind. "When she found us, I was naked, my cock still wet from making love. Imagine how angry I was! I was ready to throw her off the property, but she said something that changed my mind." I walked over to her and sat down, letting her see the erection growing in my pants. I stroked her arms and looked her straight in the eyes. My groin was tingling at the prospect and I hoped hers was as well. "I have lots of plans for you, Elke. Lots of punishment. All I could see, while I was whipping you today was more ways to hurt you, to give you what you need." 

She waved her hands in desperation and embarrassment, her head shaking at the words, at the exposure. I hoped she felt even more naked than she had with her clothes off. 

"But," I kept going, "Anna made it clear that that would be unfair to you. That what you need is not to be abused, but to be nurtured, to allow your need to be expressed healthily." 

She was crying for real now, tears flowing from her eyes, her face red and puffy. She put her hands out to touch me and I held her, letting her process what was going on. I had no idea what the tears meant: anger, shame, relief, joy. We'd know soon enough. 

"What do you want?" she whispered in my ear, sobbing. 

"It's not what I want, Elke" I answered to everyone, making it clear her situation was no longer private. "Isn't that right, Anna?" 

"Exactly, Master Rick. It is what you need that is important here, Elke." She followed suit, using Loren's sub-name, raising an eyebrow at me. 

Both of us noted the title she had given me, Loren looking into my eyes her vision blurred by the tears. 

"If you think this is the right thing to do," she said it softly, to me, looking down now at my zipper. I moved her hands to the bulge there, to emphasize my point. 

"Don't you?" And I pressed her hands down pressing my point. 

She looked up, a small smile breaking through the tears, removed her hands and wiped her face. 

"Okay," she said looking over at Anna.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 03



"Okay!" Anna clapped, her enthusiasm infectious. "Let's get started, then! Stand over there, next to Mamiko." 

She looked away, over to Mamiko, standing patiently by the fireplace, her kimono hanging loose but still closed and tied. Confused about what was to happen to her, but desperately wanting to relinquish to my control, she wiped her eyes and got up. As she walked the few steps she smoothed her dress, very self-conscious she wouldn't be wearing it much longer. 

"So, to make sure we have got things straight," Anna began, "I understood from the scene at the willow tree this morning that you two are exploring a dom/sub relationship, is that a fair assessment?" She looked at both of us. I nodded, Loren looked to the floor beet red. 

"Excellent. I welcome you to the club. There is a long history, which I won't bore you with tonight, but I strongly urge you to research on your own. The Web is a wonderful resource, definitely use it. The problem is," she took a sip, "there is too much information sometimes, and much of it is contradictory. We'll begin slowly - tonight just some basics. If you find tonight worked for you, we can discuss a plan going forward." She looked again at us for acknowledgment. "I don't think it will take you long to find your own way - perhaps two months at the most. Of course, by then we will be on different terms and it will seem less like therapy, or worse, school, and more like being ourselves." Her voice had an edge to it, a silk scarf pulled tight. 

"Let me start with a little theory, since you're both new to this. Lo...er Elke, your position as submissive in the power relationship is extraordinary. You serve your master, you gain pleasure from his pleasure and you control the timing, the manner and virtually all of the interactions...You doubt it?" She responded to looks of confusion on Loren's face. It seemed counter-intuitive, so I was interested in hearing more. 

"I...I never thought about being a 'submissive,' Anna...I just need to be punished...sometimes." She looked down when she said it. 

"But," I injected, "you have been finding excuses to be punished, lately, haven't you Elke? It's getting more and more difficult to simply live your life without satisfying that need, right?" 

"Yes...I...yes...you're right." Loren continued to look down, still uncomfortable with being the center of attention. 

"So, the key point: you are in control, Elke. You 'lead from the bottom.'" She stopped to make sure Loren had acknowledged it, even if she still didn't believe it. I was skeptical, but was willing to see how that could be true. 

"Well, this will be where we begin. To start, you should become very familiar with several submissive positions. Since you are standing, let's get into a classic standing sub pose. Take your hands and lock them behind your neck, your fingers intertwining." 

Loren hesitated only momentarily before doing as she was told, raising her elbows up to let her fingers interlock. 

"Now push your elbows back so they are behind your shoulders if you can. That's right. Notice, Master Rick, how her breasts are now raised up and available for you. She is offering herself. And because your fingers are interlocked, Loren, you are helping yourself to stay in position when things get uncomfortable." She motioned to Mamiko who quietly moved behind Loren. 

Loren looked around, first at me, then at Anna and then trying to find Mamiko. 

"Keep your head looking at your master," Anna commanded gently. She pointed me to a chair suggesting I move it about four feet in front of Loren. 

"Master Rick," she continued, "it often helps the sub to see the effect her efforts have on her master." 

The implication was clear. I licked my lips and realized I too was going to have to put some "skin" in the game. The alcohol had been a little stronger than I had first thought, I guess, because I felt just fine unbuttoning my trousers, unzipping my fly and pulling them and my underwear down to my ankles. My penis was stiffening, but still half lolling, its head tracing a ticklish path on the hairs of my upper thigh. I looked up to see Loren staring at it. 

"Keep your eyes on your master, Loren. Your master tonight is Rick's delicious looking cock. (It is delicious looking, Master Rick...I can't wait to see it fully erect)." She nodded again, and Mamiko reached forward, under Loren's arms to the front of her dress. Loren jumped at her touch, surprised or tickled it wasn't clear. 

Mamiko started to peel the elastic top down, pulling and rolling it until Loren's breasts popped free, her nipples erect, her areolas deepening in color as they began to pucker. The auburn patch of hair under her arms distracted me for a heartbeat. 

Loren closed her eyes momentarily as the sensation of being exposed in the room hit her. She quickly re-opened them, knowing she had dis-obeyed the very first instruction. 

"That's alright, dear. I understand. The feelings can be intense. But rest assured, the infraction did not go unnoticed. By the way, Rick, do you like Elke unshaved?" 

I nodded, looking at how vulnerable she was, exposed and under these two women's control. 

Mamiko began stroking her fingernails on Loren's breasts, starting from their base where the skin transitioned to her underarm and continuing up to and over her nipples, to meet at the center of her breast bone. She kept up the motion, back and forth, the pulses of pleasure obvious from Loren's changes in breath. 

My cock continued its upward motion, wiggling and pulsing without my control. The thought it was adding to Loren's excitement added to my excitement. 

"This position," Anna continued with her instruction, "is straightforward and easy to maintain, but you need to do a little more. Spread your legs as wide as is comfortable." 

Loren shifted her legs, opening one and then the other, keeping her eyes on my cock. Mamiko had stepped back momentarily. 

"Shortly you will be stripped naked..." Anna obviously had no idea how easy that would be... "and we can continue some additional instruction at that point. But before we go there, we should talk about safety." She motioned again, and Mamiko bent down to pick up the hem of Loren's dress pulling it up her legs. I suppose Anna had intended to expose Loren bit-by-bit, to increase Loren's tension about being on show. It was a little anti-climactic to see Loren's beautiful bush appear as Mamiko returned to standing. 

"Very nice, you two. You are full of surprises. That's okay Mamiko, you can tuck it in." Mamiko busied herself with Loren's dress, rolling it into a strip around her waist, tucking it into the belt and waistband, in some inscrutable form of fabric origami. Loren stood in the center of the room, her front completely exposed, her hands behind her head, her eyes locked on my now almost fully erect penis. 

"Maintaining control of the situation means you have an agreed upon escape clause - a rip cord, a back door way out in case you have or are about to cross a line. For Elke to feel safe, she must know that you Master Rick will cease and desist the moment she declares the need. For you Master Rick, you must know that Elke, and Elke alone, is the person who can determine what is and is not permissible. Because the line might change from one scene to another, you can't always rely on what was acceptable yesterday." 

Mamiko had finished and walked back to the other end of the room where she was busying herself at a cabinet. I looked back at Loren. She was beautiful, open, expectant, submissive. I wanted to get up and fuck her right then, my cock pulsed at the thought. It pulsed again at the prospect of Anna's evening. 

"The day-to-day ways in which we tell someone to stop doing something is to say 'No' or 'Stop.' But these are so ingrained in our behavior that we say them unconsciously, without thought. If every time Master Rick punishes you and you beg him to stop, he won't really know if you mean it, or if you are just reacting. No, these are wholly unreliable and unacceptable words to indicate you really need him to stop." She stopped to take a drink, watching us watch each other. My cock pulsed. 

"You must come up with, agree upon and completely respect a 'safe-word' or safe-phrase. A word that would unlikely be spoken during a scene, that you won't forget and that you can always hang onto as the situation approaches the breaking point." 

"Laundry basket," Loren/Elke said without stopping. 

"Okay," she paused, "that's okay, but it's a little lengthy. How about just 'basket?'" She waited for Elke to nod. "Okay, from now on, until you both agree to change it, your safe word will be 'basket.' Master Rick, here's your commitment to your sub: whenever and for whatever reason, no matter how much you need the scene to go on, you will immediately stop whatever is happening when Loren...Elke utters the words 'basket.' Do you understand and are you committed to Elke to respect her needs?" 

"I do." I looked straight at Loren to make sure she understood I felt this was like a mini-wedding ceremony. I could see water building up in her eyes - this was everything she had hoped for with Bill, and she was getting it here, tonight. 

"And Loren...Elke...dear, we're going to have to get this straight. I understand the need to have a sub-name, but I'm concerned about that for now. Would it be a terrible nuisance to simply call you Loren?" The break in the proceedings was almost comical, the growing tension magically dissipated. 

"Loren would be okay," she said, again softly, her eyes fixed on my cock. 

"Thank-you dear. Soon enough we won't be using your name at all. You'll understand in a moment. But, this is important: do you trust that Master Rick will honor those words when you utter them, and that you will only utter them when you truly need the situation to stop, to not trivialize them by using them unnecessarily, in jest or with disrespect?" 

"I do." She said quietly and directly into my eyes. 

"That's settled then. You've made a commitment to one another. For now, we will not need other means of indicating safety as we won't be gagging you, but in the future we will need a safe tune or other non-verbal indication." 

I watched her eyes widen at the prospect of being gagged. A movement to her right distracted her; she glanced over, drawing my gaze. 

Mamiko had returned, her kimono-jacket now open revealing her small breasts and shaved pussy. I stared at the device she was holding against her belly: a wooden box with wires attached to various cylinders and other what-not gathered in her hands. I stared at the cleft between her legs. She had left a very small strip of pubic hair, just a pinkie's width; a jet black strip drawing my eye down to her brown lips. Her skin was the color of teak - a golden hue seemed to glow from the light brown tones. 

She walked behind Loren again, setting the contraption down and exposing herself to me in the process. Loren returned her gaze to my cock, now stiffer than I had felt it in years. My hand wanted to stroke it, but I feared I would ejaculate if I even got close. I felt it pulse, my blood rushing through me. 

"Loren," Anna commanded both of our attention, "while you are now committed to Master Rick, you understand that he has given me permission to introduce you to your obligations and duties? I want to understand that you understand I will be dominating you tonight, yes?" 

Loren nodded, licking her lips and trying to keep her balance. She flitted her eyes from my crotch to Anna's face. 

"While Mamiko gets the trainer ready..." I glanced down to see Mamiko squatting in back of the mechanism, her legs spread open to reveal her moistened slit, visible beneath Loren's gorgeous bush. I was in heaven. 

"...about your first desires to be a submissive." 

I had missed Anna's sentence, the last part echoing. 

Loren hesitated. 

"Loren..."Anna began to look a little menacing. "...when your master, or mistress, asks you a direct question, or gives you a command, the proper response is to obey as quickly as possible. Do you understand?" Anna waited after Loren's nod, her eyes never leaving my cock. I looked down to see its swollen head, purple and pointing towards her. 

Loren licked her lips and jerked as Mamiko began to spread her pussy open. "Yes...yes, Anna." I watched as Mamiko fiddled with Loren's swollen lips. I couldn't quite make out what she was doing, her small fingers moving quickly, attaching some of the wires leading back to the box on the floor. Loren emitted a small breathless grunt and tried to continue. 

Anna interrupted, her voice curt. "You will never refer to either of us as anything other than Mistress or Master. This is true until you tell us you are ready to stop. And there is only one way to stop, do you understand!" 

"Yes, Mistress." Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes focused on my angry cock. She continued. "I was always taught, ever since I can remember, that the punishment for being bad was to be spanked. As a child I began to hate my father...well," she paused, her eyes momentarily flitting away from my cock and then back and then to Anna's face and then back again, a frown on her forehead. 

I looked over at Anna, quickly, and noted a small smile of satisfaction. She cocked her head at me slightly to acknowledge that everything was going quite well. 

"...loved him of course, but it seemed I was spanked all the time. I learned the ritual: Mother would announce some infraction and remind me that Father would see to my punishment. Not every day, but at least once a week I was put through the ringer. Mother would always be present to make sure nothing other than the punishment was administered, although I didn't realize that until much later. 

"Ohhh!" Mamiko's hands and head were hidden behind Loren's ass, when I looked down to see what the young woman was doing I could only see the two pussies staring back at me. My cock twitched. Trailing down in front of Mamiko's clean-shaven slit was a wire, no doubt connected to something she was inserting into Loren's anus. The thought of her being violated there twice in an hour added to my excitement. 

Momentarily, Mamiko stepped back and had flicked a switch on the box, turning a dial. Loren had closed her eyes, rolling them back in her head; once again she quickly opened them to look at my pulsing member. "I'm sorry, Master." She said quietly, trying not to look at Anna. 

"Go on...cunt." Anna had moved next to her, holding her glass and looking at her closely. The intensity of whatever Mamiko had done, Anna's intimacy, her use of 'cunt', combined with her clinical inspection of Loren's body had a powerful effect. 

"I was 12 or 13...12 and ½, actually. Uhhhh" Each sentence was interrupted by sharp intakes of breath as the trainer did whatever Mamiko had set it up for. "I think about this a lot. I had been outside playing in the yard when my mother called me in for lunch. Shit...whaa...I hadn't gotten my period yet, but I knew something was changing about me. My breasts had begun to bud and I was feeling...different...ohhhhh...uhhhn...Anyway, Mother took one look...uhhhn...at how dirty I had gotten my dress and she flew into a rage. I knew I would be punished, and I feared my father's return home that evening. But something else happened that day, something I hadn't felt before - oh godohgodohgod...a rush of...anticipation. I could feel a new sensation growing...down there...oh!" She nodded with her chin and looked back up at my cock. 

"That was the...uhhhh...what is that...ohhhh...first...time...I had felt anything like...this...Please what is going on?" She was struggling to keep talking, keep her balance, keep her hands on her head and keep her eyes on my now very twitchy cock. 

"You're doing very very well, cunt," Anna soothed her, letting her fingers drift on Loren's erect nipples. She transferred a few drops of icy water from her glass to the top of Loren's ass forcing a spasm. A second spasm followed from whatever was going on with her pussy and ass. "Mamiko has attached a special device to help move this process along. You already know about anticipation - that's a beautiful thing about submission: knowing it will come and accepting your position. Master Rick," she turned to me, never taking her fingers off Loren's nipples. "The trainer is a sophisticated device with several different operations. Tonight we're starting with a subtle form of pain. Mamiko has attached two clips to Loren's labia, just below her clitoris and a small probe into her rectum. In this mode the trainer provides mild electro-stimulation across Loren's slit, essentially acting as a vibrator. It feels pleasant at first. Doesn't it my little cunt?" 

Loren nodded, licking her lips and gasping. Anna pinched her nipples slightly, feeling their nubbly surface and dropped a little more water onto her welts. She jumped. 

"Your job, cunt, is to remain as still as possible, no matter how much you need to move. No jerking, no moaning or pushing. Do you understand little cunt? Master Rick - until you are more experienced, the trainer can only be used here, as it has to be administered by someone who understands its effects. Mamiko has become quite familiar with it." 

I looked up at Mamiko who had stationed herself by the fireplace, having removed her kimono. Her presence added a sense of mystery and decorum at the same time. She kept her eyes on Anna. 

"The wetter the cunt gets, the more stimulation she will feel, but the vibrations never penetrate below the surface, isn't that right dear?" 

Loren nodded again, moving her hips forward after a small spasm. She gasped at the realization she had moved and then breathed heavily at the realization she had gasped. This was going to be a very interesting evening - my cock was close to exploding...just from the whispers of air in the room. 

"Yes, it's really quite awful after a while. You'd think pleasure would be a wonderful thing, but even now, as she moistens, the vibrations aren't nearly enough." She pinched her nipple more firmly, holding it tightly and raked her nails across one of the welts. Loren gasped again, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Anna nodded slightly to Mamiko who immediately returned to her spot behind Loren, kneeling. "But, in the event you are stimulated, you shall under no circumstances, climax until one of us allows it." 

I watched, fascinated at the scene. I wanted to stroke my cock so badly, but I didn't dare. Only 24 hours ago this was just my next door neighbor, and now she was being trained as my submissive. It was a lot to process. I had no idea why Mamiko was there, but I was enjoying seeing her breasts peeking just below Loren's bush, and her tiny landing strip, her smooth slit crowning the triangle her knees made with the floor. 

"As a submissive," Anna continued her educational lecture, "you really do have the power to slow down, speed up, discontinue or even change direction of the situation." 

From where I was sitting, none of that seemed to be the case. Loren was wired up, pinched and forced to endure a slew of sensations. My lips were dry and the ache in my cock was growing. 

"Now," Anna said, backing away. Mamiko remained fixed in place. "Tell us what you want, cunt." 

She was practically humming. Her lips opened and closed, her elbows had moved forward of her shoulders lowering and squeezing her breasts together slightly. Her nipples were red and swollen and I could see her legs beginning to vibrate at being held apart. But it was the trainer that likely was causing her greatest...discomfort?...She was so exposed; just a strip of material around her waist - it actually made her appear more naked than if it wasn't on at all; it was a declaration of Anna's control - she could be dressed if only the material was unwound, but as it was right now, it was a constant reminder of her exposure and nudity. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 03



"I...want...I want to..." she took a breath and tried again... "I just want to be punished, Mistress Anna. To feel pain for all of my mistakes. To...oh god oh god, no, no nooooo..." She closed her eyes and her knees buckled slightly. A moment later she let out a small wail and I realized she was cumming! I immediately felt a rush of surprise at her lack of control, a sense of power at the way she had taken this liberty and immediately another rush of surprise at my own reaction. I could only imagine what Anna would do with his. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't...I can't help it." Between utterances she gasped for breath, her orgasm overwhelming her. She hadn't let go of her head, but her body had bent forward, her knees almost collapsing to the floor. I realized the trainer was still working away, and now that it had fresh moisture lubricating her pussy, no doubt it was sending greater stimulation to her. I saw then what Mamiko had been doing, her fingers working the welts and manipulating the probe in Loren's asshole. She spasmed and kept apologizing, looking first at my cock and then at Anna's face. And then, without warning, her eyes rolled up into her head and...she fainted.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 04



Before I even knew what was happening, Mamiko had unfolded, reaching her hands out and up to grab Loren before she could fall. Anna spilled her drink, moving far more quickly than I would have expected, holding Loren up with one hand. Moments later they had laid her out on a nearby chair, her feet elevated on a foot stool, the trainer trailing behind her onto the floor. 

Anna made no attempt to revive her, motioning Mamiko to stand by the fireplace. 

"Rick." She took a seat on the couch nearby. "I think it was very wise of you to accept my invitation." She looked over at Loren and then back to me. "She is like a tree that needs pruning - gone wild and unkempt. She has developed...habits...to compensate for her need. These may have led to some behaviors we'll need to extinguish." 

I had no idea what she was talking about, or how she had come to these conclusions from the little time she'd spent with her. 

"You need to take this process much more slowly than I had originally thought." She motioned to Mamiko to refresh her drink. Seeing mine was empty she handed her my glass as well. 

I wasn't sure I needed another drink but didn't protest. 

"Is what Elke...Loren did...unusual?" 

She invited me to sit on the couch, my cock still hard but ebbing slightly. As we sat, she brushed her hand on my thigh - perhaps an intimacy or maybe nothing. My cock jumped a little. 

"Well, the name thing. That's part of it. She can't face her need as 'Loren,' preferring to lose herself in this alter-ego, 'Elke.' She makes up reasons to be punished. These two things alone are common enough in submissives, but there's something else." She moved her hand to my thigh and left it there, looking at my face and down to my cock. "I haven't put my finger on it quite, but there's something lurking beneath her surface." 

Mamiko returned with the drinks, still naked, that deep golden luster in her skin like polished wood. After serving us, she knelt in front of Anna, her hands behind her head, her legs spread open. 

Her mistress reached over and lightly stroked her hair. "When Mamiko arrived, she had no idea what she had signed up for, but it was very clear to me she just needed a little push in the right direction. Similar to Loren, her childhood had been a series of abuses, leaving her unable to enjoy what the kids call 'vanilla sex.' Isn't that right, my pussy?" 

"Yes, Mistress." She kept her eyes open and on Anna's face. 

Loren moaned a little, her head moving slightly. 

"Loren says she wants punishment, and she clearly responds well to it, yes?" Anna looked to me for confirmation, her hand still on Mamiko's face. I didn't know where to look first: Mamiko, naked, her tiny slit now spread open, the landing strip catching my eye, her breasts, small, almost flat, the areolas large brown disks with tiny nipples. Anna, fondling her, not in any directly sexual way, but in a way that suggested Mamiko was almost an extension of her own body, an intimacy I couldn't explain. And Loren, spread out on the lounge, her pussy still attached with wires, the probe still penetrating her rectum, the dress cravat-like, her hands trapped beneath her ass cheeks. I realized the trainer must still be on: she jerked slightly every once in a while. My cock stood rock hard and pulsing, my own contractions mixed with its independent need to fuck something. 

"Master Rick?" 

I realized I hadn't answered or acknowledged her implied question. "I...I...yes, of course. It's clear she responds to punishment...but isn't that why we're here?" 

She sat back and let her fingers trail up my thigh, her nails playing with the edges of my pubic hair. The sensation added to my arousal, the anticipation of her next move made me harder. 

"In Mamiko's case," she continued, her fingers pulling slightly at my hairs, brief, intense pricks into my lower spine. "She knew pain was just a natural consequence of disobedience. She craves obedience, don't you my little cunt?" 

"Yes, Mistress." Her eyes never left Anna's face. 

"Mamiko hates to be humiliated, for example." I looked over at the young woman's face but didn't see a reaction. "It has to be done, every once in a while. Training is a combination of positive and negative reinforcement after all." Her hand stopped playing with my hairs and moved swiftly to grab my cock. I yelped in surprise, followed by an inrush of gratitude. 

"You have a very nice looking penis, Master Rick." She looked at my face as her fingers did something I'd never felt before. A pulling up on the skin, stretching it all the way down to my sac. The initial pleasure of having her hold it was quickly giving way to a very uncomfortable sensation. "What do you say when someone pays you a complement?" 

Several thoughts came at once: Anna's intention as a counselor was clearly extending beyond Loren - her hold on my penis was evidence enough of that. I didn't know how to respond - blame it on alcohol and libido. The feeling of being mastered flooded from my head down to my cock, swelling the head a little more in spite of, or perhaps because of the discomfort from her manipulations. At least my brain, crippled as it was, had concluded I was being mastered based on her holding my cock and her change in tone. Regardless, her question demanded an answer. 

"Thank-you Mistress Anna." I looked her directly in the eye - I had not agreed to be a submissive, but I would treat her with respect. 

She nodded slightly to Mamiko who rose in one fluid motion to leave the room. Anna's fingers continued to pull at my cock, 10% pleasure, 90% discomfort, but ultimately making me harder. 

"Loren may not like humiliation," she took up the conversation, never stopping her fingers. "Or then again, the pain may be a mask for it. From her comment earlier, she's clearly in denial about being a submissive at all. She may simply want to feel pain. But, in answer to your original question from a while ago: Yes, what Loren has done in the last 30 minutes is not 'usual' in my experience. She could be emotionally disturbed, for example. Because I'm not a psychologist I'm not qualified to say. But I can say I've seen similar behaviors in people who ultimately did need true psychological therapy. This is where you need to make an ethical decision, Master Rick. Do you continue to satisfy your need," she gave my cock a hard squeeze sending a rush of pleasure to the base of my spine, "or do you help her find treatment." She let me go, my erection now throbbing with my pulse. 

Mamiko returned, holding yet another wood box in her hands. The top was inlaid with a complicated pattern of dark wood. She knelt down in front of us, again spreading her knees open to reveal her sex, glistening, and placed the box at Anna's feet. 

I wasn't sure what to do or say. Naturally I wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of my neighbor; that was the animal in me. The sober insurance advisor 'tsked' at the thought of hurting someone who might be emotionally disturbed. The tension between the two reduced a little of the pressure in my cock. 

"Mistress Anna," I looked at her to see what she might think, "seriously, I don't want to hurt Loren if she is truly in need of counseling. My hope was that you could provide a professional assessment, tonight. Have you concluded something, or are you asking for my opinion?" 

She smiled tightly, moving her glass over the top of my cock, the cool drops from its base like needles pushing into its swollen head. "I can't tell you whether there is a deeper problem, Rick. Not yet, at least. If we take this slowly, and if Loren is a willing participant in determining if there is a problem, then I am willing to approach this as a potential emotional problem taking the necessary safeguards." 

She pushed the glass against my shaft, the icy condensation shooting pain into me. I gasped. 

"...will take a little longer, of course." 

Anna's strategy dawned on me, the alcohol, my arousal and the distractions from the pain she was putting me through having slowed my thinking. I smiled at her. "I like your style, Anna. Very nice. But let's be more upfront about this. I'm willing to put a plan together with you. Now. Tonight. Based on your best guess of what you've found so far. I'm not willing to leave this open-ended. If I can't afford the plan, we'll figure something else out." 

She smiled back, taking a sip from the glass. I felt a warm inrush on the skin of my shaft where it had been. "I like your style too, Richard. In spite of you being an amateur at this," she waved her glass at Loren, spread eagled on the lounge, "you're no stranger to business. Since you've shown a willingness to be professional about this, I'm willing to offer you a professional discount. I think you'll like the terms. I think you'll like the terms very, very much." 

I never like it when my opponent tells me how much I'm going to like the terms. Big red flags go up. I waited for the punchline, giving her my best open-eyed, inquisitive look. 

"Let's start by saying I'm prepared to provide a deep discount. My fees usually run $200/hour; sessions can last as long as five hours (can, but not usually. Most sessions run about three hours). I already think this will take a couple of months, based on my past experience and what I've witnessed here tonight. Sessions will likely get shorter nearer the end as the two of you become more experienced with the basics." 

I did the math before she had finished - figuring an average of 3hours per week for 8 weeks, almost $5K. A serious chunk of change. Not that I didn't have it. Marnie's life insurance policy was the best we could get, being in the business does have its privileges after all, but I wasn't sure any of this was worth $5K. 

"I can see you're considering it, but I haven't finished. That's my retail rate. I said I would offer you a discount. I'm considering a flat rate of $200 per session, regardless of how long they take. Still think we'll need the 2 months..." 

$2K. Okay, a good deal, but still a lot of cash. I knew she hadn't finished; I kept my mouth shut. 

"...that, I'm considering offering you a twofer - you let me help you train Loren, and for that same reduced fee, you let me train you. Now wait, before you protest..." 

I had started to sputter something, but fell silent waiting for the rest. Now that she'd actually said it, the thought of being her submissive did something to my gut. 

"...you know. Training animals is as much about the owner as it is about the animal, right?" She didn't expect or wait for my response. "It's only fair - if I was training Loren just for herself, then I would expect her to be available to whomever she chose, with the hope she would find someone who understood how well she had been trained. Not a lot of folks in this city, I'm afraid. But if she really wants to be your sub, then training you both will be an amazing thing...truly amazing." 

I smiled again, seeing an opportunity to wiggle in. "What's in it for you, Anna? Why would you discount your rate, not just for one, but two people? It seems to me, you're leaving money on the table." My cock had sagged now that we were discussing business: it stood out at a 45 degree angle, inches from Mamiko's mouth. 

She smiled again. "I like you Rick. I like the way you think, I like the prospect of working with you on this project. I've been looking for a good portfolio piece. It would add a nice feather in my cap to have the two of you trained at the same time. The opportunity doesn't come that often when I see such a great canvas to work with." 

Crap. It was standard crap. She was hungry. She wanted me. Other ideas popped up, standard reasons why people discount their services. She expected me to market her services to my clientele. Now that was an interesting possibility I could use. It was amazing to me how much my clients revealed about their personal lives. Scanning back over the past several months, I could think of at least a couple who might have been interested in the counseling Anna provides. Time to counter-offer. 

"I'm beginning to like you a lot as well, Anna. Can't say we started things off this afternoon on the best of terms, but now," I waved again at the two naked women, bringing my gaze back to my slowly deflating cock, "...this evening has been very pleasant so far. But, I have to say, $2K for something I figure Loren and I could learn about from the Web. I'm not sure it's worth it. But I can suggest something that might be good value in exchange for your obvious talents." 

Her eyes narrowed, even as her mouth set into a grim smile. It was her turn to wait. 

"I run a fairly good business - insurance - with a lot of clientele. I'd be willing to consider a 'partnership' - a co-marketing thing. I was just thinking of the clients I've seen in just the past few months. I suspect there's at least a few who would be very interested in the counseling you do. I'd be willing to send them your way in exchange for your services." 

"Oh hoh!" She sat back, grinning. "Richard, it is tough to make a living these days, isn't it? Well, you're the one who wanted a plan in place before we proceeded. I'm not sure I'm ready to go as far as two months with nothing from you but the promise of some clients. Regardless, I think it would be prudent for you to understand exactly what I'm proposing before you put a value on it. I said tonight would be free, and I stick to my promises. But I want you consider a little change in plan for the evening. 

"I'm going to let Loren rest for a few more minutes. I don't like that she passed out. That she climaxed was not unusual - it was intended to be the basis for further punishment. She understood that; I suspect the intensity of her anticipation may have contributed to her fainting. This is a good thing, but it means we don't need to go as far or as deeply as you've done today with the whipping. Or apparently as little as we did so far tonight. It will make the training much easier in that regard." She looked down at the box briefly, apparently a sign to Mamiko, who knelt forward, gracefully unfolding slightly but never completely blocking our view of her open pussy. "I'm a little concerned about the Elke thing. For now, let's not reinforce that, hmmm? 

"True dominants have great empathy for their submissives, Master Rick. It is often the case they have a secret urge to be submissives themselves. In any event, for a dominant to really appreciate what their submissive is going through, they must understand it, not just in their head," she pointed to my head, "but in their body." 

I looked down at the box. In the deep blue velvet lining were a set of...implements...at least a dozen of them, each in their own depression. Some of them were obvious: phalluses that I could already feel penetrating me, concentric rings too small to fit around my dick but obviously designed for that purpose, and other things I had no idea about. A set of clamps too large for my nipples, chains and what looked like fish hooks. I shivered at the implication. 

"You must make a decision, Master Rick: if you wish to continue with Loren's training, regardless of our business arrangement, you yourself must truly appreciate the torture she is putting herself through. You must know how far to push her and when to hold off. It is clear she doesn't know herself. I do not recommend BDSM as means of therapy - it is truly best enjoyed when individuals are well integrated - but Loren needs this and will pursue it with or without you. Again, regardless of how we work out the business details, I am willing to help to a lesser or greater extent, but only if I have your deepest commitment." 

I licked my lips, my cock suddenly throbbing again. I could practically feel the endorphins injecting into my bloodstream. When Marnie and I played, she would never go very far - once dripping hot wax on my nipples that drew tears to my eyes, once threating to shave me if I didn't do exactly as she demanded - but never with any kind of equipment that looked like this. I knew Mistress Anna would know exactly how far to push me and I could already feel the pain. I wanted to help Loren. I wanted to do more than help her: I enjoyed whipping her, I wanted to dominate her. The images of what I was likely getting into blended with what I would be doing with Loren, stretching into the far future. 

I looked at Anna and at Mamiko, who had returned to her kneeling position, and then at Loren, still spread open and moaning. 

"Thermostat." I said quietly. 

She smiled and nodded to Mamiko. Her voice was soothing, the business edge gone like smoke. "We'll take it slowly tonight, Master Rick. Even though it's free, I don't want you to think it's worth only what you're paying for it." 

I licked my lips again, my heart pounding at the step I was about to take. Had taken. I could always use my word and put a stop to it. She'd already said I would be the one in control. The possibility I might learn something deeper from this experience convinced me to let go. 

"Once you are prepared, we'll wake Loren and have some dinner. No doubt the two of you are getting hungry." 

Mamiko had already begun to remove several items from the box, laying them on the open cover. 

"Hmmmm...interesting choice, Mamiko. I think you might be on to something. Master Rick, if I could bother you to stand up and then bend over at the waist?" 

Although stated as a polite request, there was no choice involved. I arose from the couch, my cock springing to attention. Mamiko slid out of the way to let me bend down, my ass cheeks pointing directly at Mistress Anna. 

"Very nice," she murmured, taking something from Mamiko's hand. I could just barely make out a black rod with a silver chain. "Spread your cheeks for me Master Rick, as wide as you can." 

I complied, feeling the cool air on my ring, my cock pulsing against my navel. I breathed as quietly as I could, focusing on relaxing my sphincter. Moments later I felt her apply some gel, cool and slippery to my entrance, then her finger pushing the lubricant in and around my sphincter and then whatever it was pushing into me, firmly and deeply. It was up against my prostate, pushing on the base of my cock. 

"I need you to stay very very still now, Master Rick. This is a little tricky because of your proportions. You may feel the need to push this rod out of you. I would ask you to control that urge. It will take a moment or two." 

Seconds later I felt a pulling sensation that seemed to open my rectum up, a tugging that demanded I expel whatever the invader was. I grabbed my ankles holding tight, closing my eyes against the intensity. And then the feeling of cold metal wrapping against the juncture of my sac and my shaft. More pulling and I cried out, tears leaking from my eyes. 

"Just a moment more, Master Rick, and you'll be set." 

The rod in my rectum suddenly ballooned, pushing at the walls with an intense pain; I almost fainted. For some reason I wouldn't use my safe word. It was bad, but it wasn't bad enough to give in. And then it subsided back to a dull throbbing, the rod deeply seated in my rectum, the chain cold and tight against my cock, pulling hard on the tight strip of flesh between the two. 

"There," she said, patting my ass lightly. "Try standing up...slowly. Tell me how it feels." 

I tried to stand, the rod/ball shoving deeply into me, my cock harder than I'd ever felt it. I glanced at the head and saw it blooming a deep shade of purple, the hole open and spasming. I lifted as high up as I could, the pain washing through me in deep waves as the rod/ball tried to bury itself inside me, pulling on the chain to my cock, my cock pulling back, the chain trying to pull the rod out. I stopped, my legs bent, my hands resting on my thighs and breathed through it. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 04



"Tell me. How. It. Feels!" 

A white flash of pain shot through me as her hand came down on my cheeks. I cried out, gasping from the shock and the aftershock as I jerked up, impaling the rod into me tighter. 

"It...huhn, it hurts, Mistress Anna!" I panted and bent back down to relieve the pressure. 

Mamiko had untied my shoes, slipped my trousers, briefs and socks down, the implication I should step out of them. She reached up to unbutton my shirt and removed it, leaving me completely naked. The feeling of complete exposure, of being at their mercy sent a pulse through my limbs. 

"Pain. Yes, well. There are all sorts of pain, aren't there?" I could hear her getting up behind me, her clothes brushing against my skin. "We'll be going to dinner now, Master Rick. Please stand up and be a gentleman, won't you, and awaken your girlfriend?" 

I worked my way slowly to standing, although still slightly bent at the waist, the echoes of the pain from her slap and the penetration were almost unbearable: the root of my cock was pulling down whatever it was in my ass, but it wouldn't come out. I started to shuffle over to where Loren was lying and had to stop, the cramping in my abdomen was fierce. 

"You are trying my patience, Master Rick! Dinner will be ruined. I will not ask you again. Awaken your cunt and meet us in the dining room. No delay!" 

I gritted my teeth and breathed through the cramps, my cock angry and purple, my asshole screaming in agony. 

Mamiko was waiting by the lounge, holding the trainer. I looked up and saw something in her eyes - a brief flash of cruelty, or lust. I shivered at what Mistress Anna might have in store for us. I knew I could end it at any time, but a part of me was so turned on by what was happening, by the thought of what they would put Loren through, by the thought of what I would put Loren through. In spite of the constant throbbing and the fear I was permanently hurting myself, I wasn't going to back off this soon. 

"Loren," I reached down as carefully as I could; I didn't want to disturb the tricky equilibrium between my cock and my ass. "Loren! It's time for dinner!" 

I shook her a little bit, but it was something Mamiko had done that jerked her awake. 

"No! Please! Stop! Please!" Whatever it was her hands had come down instinctively to pull the wires away from her labia. Mamiko had been ready, one hand on the trainer, the other sweeping across and stopping her. Loren sobbed but stopped struggling, her hands at her stomach. My cock throbbed pulling at the rod. 

Loren got up, shaking and finally looked at me. "Rick! What?! What are you doing? What are they doing to you!?" She tried to reach out to me, but Mamiko did something again and she cried out in pain, her hands flailing. Mamiko reached down to return her hands to the back of her neck, tears leaking down her cheeks. 

"It's okay, Loren. It's okay. Mistress Anna suggested it, and I agreed." I stroked her shoulder, running my hand down her arm and across her breast, the dress still wrapped around her navel. 

We made our way to the dining room - a strange parade of naked people, the only scrap of clothing among us Loren's cravat. I set the pace, the pain almost unbearable at first, but finally subsiding to a throbbing keeping beat with my heart. 

"Cunt," Mistress Anna stood at the far end of a formal dining table, "you'll take the foot." She pointed to the place closest to the living room door. "Master Rick, you'll sit by me." 

There were several place settings, none of which, except for Mistress Anna's, was actually in front of a chair. Mamiko had arranged the trainer on the table next to Loren before joining Mistress Anna at the head. I stared at her breasts, so delicate and tender looking. The pain from my constraints must have inspired an unconscious desire to inflict pain on her. I licked my lips thinking about a future session. Loren was the only one seated. 

"Cunt," Mistress Anna interrupted my thoughts, "are you prepared to continue?" Her voice was not gentle. Stern, like a school mistress annoyed at a misbehaving student. 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"No! While in my house, you will treat me, and Mamiko, with the respect we deserve! Do you understand?!" 

"Yes, Mistress Anna. I'm sorry." She had blushed and looked at me, tears flowing now. I wasn't sure if it was from fear, agony, humiliation or the trainer. Regardless, the knowledge she was getting what she wanted inflamed me further. I smiled grimly through my own discomfort. 

"Master Rick. Please take a seat." She gestured to the chair and waited. 

I wasn't sure I could manage it. My cock had flagged a little from the walk over, but that only forced the rod deeper into me. It felt as if it had entered my colon, the pain pulsing deep inside my gut. I gingerly bent over and sat lightly on the chair, the pressure pushing the rod even deeper. I moaned and almost blacked out. But I wouldn't stop it. I would see this through. 

"Very nice, Master Rick. I can see how much discomfort this is causing you. Punishment has so many forms." She was looking at me, but I got the sense the lecture was for both of us. "Direct pain alone, as you are feeling now, can be applied in many creative ways, but physical pain is just one way to inflict punishment. Psychological suffering can be equally or more powerful a motivator." 

I had settled slowly, my weight almost completely on my ass cheeks and bones, my legs relaxing. If I didn't move I could handle it, breathing slowly into the places where the rod was penetrating me. 

"Your little cunt," she nodded vaguely to the opposite end of the table, "thinks this is about her. A very proud idea for someone so unworthy, wouldn't you say?" 

I knew she demanded an answer, but I had no idea where she was going. "Yes, Mistress Anna...a terrible idea..." Every movement of my diaphragm brought fresh waves of cramping. 

"She has the power to stop this. Did you know that, Master Rick? Your little submissive slut has the key to stop your pain." 

I looked up at her, my eyebrows raised in confusion. I had no idea what she was talking about. 

"Do you think your cunt has ever pleasured a woman before?" 

Loren gasped at the words. I looked up to see her staring at Mamiko, Mistress Anna's intentions obvious. She was shaking her head and whispering objections. 

"Apparently not, Master Rick. Perhaps you will be so kind as to demonstrate for Miss Princess Cunt?" 

In a heartbeat, Mamiko had stepped onto the chair next to her and walked across the table to me. I looked up to see her smooth legs ending in that teak-brown slit, her face staring down at me, unreadable. In a moment more, she had sat in front of me on the table, her feet on the arms of my chair, her legs spread wide. 

"Mamiko will be our first course tonight. Cunt, as soon as you are ready, you may ask to pass her. If you are clever enough to make her climax, Master Rick can enjoy the rest of the meal free from these annoying contrivances." She sipped on her cocktail. 

Mamiko's pussy was spread open in front of me, her body resting back on her elbows, her face staring at me across her breasts. I admired Mistress Anna's expertise: three of us playing off against each other while she relaxed. Masterful! 

I could smell her, the aroma drawing me closer. Her cheeks were at the edge of the table, her smooth lips pointing toward me. I slowly lowered my face down, my mouth reaching for her cunt. I wanted to rub my nose in that landing strip, to feel the rough hairs against my upper lip. 

I could hear Loren panting, whether from the trainer or from what I was about to do, I didn't care. "No, please, no. Please don't...no..." I stole a quick glance at her before burying my mouth against Mamiko's cunt; she was staring at me, her eyes wide, shaking her head. Her expression sent a jolt from my cock up my spine. I let the feeling travel out to my tongue. Extending it, so that Loren could see, I lightly grazed its tip against Mamiko's slit. She was moist, her lubrication was sweet with a fragrance I couldn't place. 

I slowly penetrated her, working my tongue in as deeply as I could, my nose pressing into her pubic bone, my mouth forming a suction cup around her lips. Firmly seated against her, I began thrusting my tongue in and out, a poor substitute for a cock, I knew, but it felt delicious. Pulling in her lips, I started to suck the juices out of her. She was aroused, that much I could tell, but my technique was not making her more aroused. She sat there, patiently letting me suck her, but I got the sense she was humoring me. The effect on me, however was electric. This was my first taste of pussy in over three years and Marnie's had never been like this. So smooth, the aroma with a faint floral hint, Mamiko's lips soft and pliant. I redoubled my movements, sucking harder, pushing my tongue deeper. 

"Stppp! Rck! Stpp! Pllls! I'll d...t! Pllls, lttt meee dooo t!" 

I couldn't hear her words, my ears muffled by Mamiko's thighs, but I got the intent. I pulled away, my chin and mouth covered with Mamiko's liquid. She gracefully pulled her legs back, putting her feet under her and, like a cat, extended back up to walk across the table to Loren. 

I looked at Mistress Anna who stared across the table clinically before acknowledging me. "She is very undisciplined," she said somewhat dismissively...with a wink. 

The pain in my groin was growing: my cock, as stiff as ever was pulling the rod down. The cramping in my gut had changed slightly - it felt a little like being kicked in the balls or blue balls. I wondered what the rod was pressing against, or how the clamp on my scrotum could cause these sensations. Looking at Mamiko lithely bending down, spreading her legs and offering her quim to Loren, her aroma still in my nose, I had a flash of insight. 

"Mistress Anna," I looked at her, hoping my indiscretion would be overlooked. "Might I provide a little more 'discipline' to my unworthy cunt?" 

She raised an eyebrow, her smile barely perceptible. She waved her agreement. 

I stood up as quickly as the rod would let me, the pain resurging momentarily and then just lapping at my insides in small echoes. 

I kept my eyes locked on Loren's face as she looked at Mamiko's pussy, gathering up her courage. It was a portrait of torment: her eyes staring at the open slit in front of her, her nose wrinkling at the thought of tasting a woman, her disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. She looked up at my movement, catching my eye as if to plead with me to do something to save her. 

I moved as quickly as my devices would allow, standing behind Loren. I reached down, sliding my fingers along her upper ribs, along the undersides of her breasts to gently stroke her nipples. They were erect and hard; I had a vision of flying along their surface, my fingerprints bouncing along their microscopic ridges. And then I squeezed them. Hard. I knew the white flash of pain would eclipse whatever the trainer was doing to her. 

She jerked backward, her head swinging back, her eyes meeting mine. I bent down, squeezing her nipples as hard as I could, giving them a twist for good measure. I wanted this to hurt, to transfer the pain I was feeling into the tips of her beautiful breasts. I bent down and whispered something in her ear, my cheeks moistening from her tears. 

"Yes!" she whispered back, and I let off on the pressure just slightly. 

She returned her attention to the open pussy in front of her. I pulled on her nipples, forcing her to bend forward into Mamiko's cunt. When I was certain her mouth was planted there, I gave one final pinch and stood back up gently. 

The moment their lips touched, Loren drew her hands off her head and reached across Mamiko's hips to her breasts. Sliding her fingers up the young woman's rib cage, reaching for her nipples, she began to bury her mouth against her open slit. 

I continued whispering into Loren's ear describing what I thought of her: a cunt eating slut who deserved to be punished. Her moans, muffled by Mamiko's slit, reinforced her humiliation. I rested one hand on the back of her head, the other stroked Mamiko's side, waiting until Loren's fingers had reached her nipples and then I gave an encouraging push. 

"Now!" I whispered hoarsely, digging my nails into Mamiko's side. I watched as Mistress Anna's submissive practically bent upward, her navel the highest part of her body, her head thrown back. She uttered a long keening moan followed by a sharp intake of breath. 

Loren was practically pulling the young woman's breasts down to her stomach, stretching her nipples as far as she could. Her teeth, as best I could tell, had clamped down on Mamiko's clit and she was pulling back, forcing the young woman to slide toward her. With my one hand digging into her side, and the other pushing hard against Loren's head, Mamiko couldn't move, trapped between her nipples and her clit. 

It seemed like minutes, but was only a few heartbeats before she started panting and stiffened, bowed above the table, the backs of her calves and her head the only parts touching. She exhaled a long low curse and finally settled onto the surface, her hands reaching for Loren's hair. 

"Hmmm," Mistress Anna narrowed her eyes at me, the smile much clearer now. "I have a strong inkling to disqualify that. Very creative. Very creative. Of course, you've made life very difficult for Mamiko this evening, you two. But we'll save that for after dinner entertainment." 

The cramping in my gut had intensified at the scene, my cock now pulsing just inches from Loren's mouth. I decided to play a hunch. 

"Mistress Anna?" 

She raised an eyebrow. 

"Given my little cunt-eater has proven herself capable of solving your little puzzle, perhaps a small reward would be in order?" 

Loren looked up at me in confusion. Mamiko pulled her legs onto the table and sat back. 

"What did you have in mind Master Rick?" It felt like the room had gone suddenly quiet, the sound of Loren's breathing the loudest thing. 

I turned to face her, bringing my hands down behind her head, my intentions obvious. She stared up at me even as she opened her mouth, moving her hands back to hold mine against her head. 

"Please," she whispered, "please don't be gentle." 

I pulled her head forward, pushing my cock as deeply into her mouth as I could, not stopping even as she gasped for breath. 

"Careful, Master Rick. Fellatio is an acquired art. There is plenty of time. Slowly." 

I wondered what she meant by 'slowly' given how far she had pushed both of us. And how would she know whether Loren had experience in giving head? Still, I deferred to her better judgment, pulling back slightly. Loren sucked her cheeks in, grabbing as much of my cock as she could with her lips, her mouth a silky glove. Her saliva lubricated the bottom of my shaft softening the roughness of her tongue. Since I had fucked her earlier in the day, I had been thinking about nothing other than forcing her to have sex again. From the moment she had arrived and submitted to my and Anna's demands until the second my cock entered her mouth I had been holding off. But I knew when I came I would come with a blast of hot crème. 

Except for the quickie we had earlier in the day, I hadn't had sex for...I had lost count of the years. Memories of Marnie's illness, her need to be alone, my need reduced to soft strokes on her skin and gentle embraces. All of the years of frustration suddenly converged on this moment, pressure building in my root, my balls tightening against the bottom of my shaft. Moaning softly, I pulled her head as tight against my body as I dared and held her there, letting her feel the pulsing of my blood and the building tension in my cock. 

And then, I couldn't hold off any longer, the rush of sperm gathering in my balls, the expanding heat bursting up my shaft. I wanted her to take it and swallow it, but just as it was about to erupt out of me, I imagined a more humiliating alternative. Just as rapidly as the firehose of semen was jetting up my shaft I pulled out of her mouth, the stream erupting against her face. My cock, jerking and pulsing splurted globs of sticky white gel on her cheeks, the hollow of her neck and eventually onto her breasts. I held her head back with my hands keeping her still while I doused her with the hot liquid. 

After a few moments, after I had squeezed as much as I could out of me, I wiped the last drops on the strands of hair next to her ears, dabbing dots of gooey white glue on each ear.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 05



"Wonderful!" I could hear Mistress Anna clapping softly from across the room. "You two are naturals, did you know that? 

"Now, I think it's time we ate, don't you? Oh, no, don't move a muscle, little cum-slut. I think it best if you just let that frosting drip on you until you go home tonight." 

I looked down on her cum covered face and breasts, my ejaculate stringing down off her cheeks, and saw a new expression on her face: gratitude and confusion. I grew a little concerned that we had pushed her too far. 

"Come here, Richard. Let me release you from your torment. If you would like to dress, feel free, or you are welcome to dine au natural." With my cock rapidly shrinking, the clamp, chain and rod were no longer in tension; walking was almost a breeze. She had me bend over and I felt the rod collapse inside me and then draw out. Moments later she had removed the equipment and handed me a napkin to wipe my ass. 

I was enjoying being naked, the cool air on my cock and nipples while dining with two...three...women was a novel experience. I looked at Mamiko, sitting silently splayed open, her face unreadable, the image of her oozing pussy fresh in my memory. 

"Mistress Anna," I began, "you had suggested we would begin slowly...take small steps. I understood it was probably necessary for Loren," I looked over at her as she raised her eyebrows, "but maybe we need to go a little slower with me. That was almost too much." 

"That is why we have safe words, Master Rick. Exactly why we have them. To know our limits and to declare them to our Masters. You are in control! Both of you! Take control! Learn your limits! Without knowing yourself you cannot possibly know the other. Neither you nor your little cunt over there have learned that lesson yet. 

"Why, she could just say 'Basket' and her discomfort would be over. But look at her: she won't say it. I would have guessed it was pride, if I didn't know better. You are enjoying the trainer, aren't you?" 

Loren just looked at her, and then at me. I nodded slightly, letting her know she should answer if she didn't want more attention paid to her. 

"Yes, Mistress Anna. I...ohhh...I am enjoying the trainer. Thank you." She lowered her eyes to her plate, moaning again as the thing cycled her through its paces. 

"Okay, class is over. I would be a terrible hostess if I kept you waiting for nourishment any longer. Mamiko." She didn't say anything other than the young woman's name, but apparently there was an understanding. Mamiko rose again in a fluid motion, dropped lightly off the table and disappeared into the kitchen. 

She reappeared almost instantaneously pushing a cart laden with food. It was like some old-time movie - she had hardly been gone long enough to get a cart, let alone put the food on it. 

"I've asked Cook to keep it light tonight, in honor of your first training experiences." 

The thought she had a staff, in addition to Mamiko, had slipped my mind. That she had staff that was complicit with her lifestyle made my head spin a little. 

Mamiko served and when she was finished, Mistress Anna made a gesture with her hand. I thought I saw disgust flash across the young woman's face but whatever it was, it passed so quickly I couldn't be sure. Loren couldn't see what happened next, as Mamiko was on the far side of the table between me and Anna, but she gracefully bent down onto her hands and knees coming to rest like a cat at Anna's feet. 

"My little pussy has behaved like an animal this evening, forgetting her training and climaxing in an almost unforgivable fashion. Isn't that right, cunt?" 

Mamiko's response was almost unintelligible, it was so quiet. 

"You forget yourself, little slut! And in front of our new trainees! Must we revisit the basics?" 

"No, Mistress!" Mamiko looked up and then down at her mistress' feet. "I am very sorry. I have transgressed twice tonight, my mistress: I climaxed without your permission, and I was impertinent just now. Please show mercy, my mistress." 

Mistress Anna raised her shoe and pressed Mamiko's head down onto the floor, using her as a footstool. "Yes, you did climax without my permission, but more importantly, you climaxed when I had strictly forbidden it, isn't that right, you fucking cunt." The last words came out with such venom, Loren looked up from her plate. I could see she was nervous, but whether from anxiety or arousal I couldn't tell. 

"And what do pussies get when they are disobedient?" 

"Corrections, my mistress. Disobedient pussies get corrections." 

Mistress Anna removed her shoe, placing her foot in front of the prostate woman's nose. Immediately, Mamiko reached high up her mistress' leg keeping her body as low as possible while she gently pulled Anna's stocking down and off her foot. It was the first time during the evening I had a glimpse of Mistress Anna's body and I was surprised to see how tight her thighs and calves were. 

Mamiko, having removed the stocking, now rested her lips on Anna's toes, apparently kissing them. She continued to administer caresses with her mouth to Mistress Anna's foot while we worked through our first course. 

"This will be as instructive as anything we've already been through this evening, Master Rick. I mentioned it earlier: punishment is not just pain; it can take many different forms. Psychological, emotional - whatever the submissive needs to be properly trained. Humiliation is often a useful technique, as it requires very little effort on your part, but imparts a delicious sense of shame and negative reinforcement to your cunt. Oddly, they seem to get off on it, so it has to be used judiciously. 

"Now this little disobedient slut has a particular form of humiliation that I only use rarely because she hates it so. If I'm not careful she'll pull the plug on the scene and that just makes the whole evening so difficult. Can either of you guess what it is?" 

I considered what I had seen of Mamiko's behavior so far: She had been nude most of the time, so being exposed in front of strangers wasn't it. It was clearly not pain - Mamiko had climaxed, in spite of her prohibition - pain was her trigger not a form of punishment. Humiliation, at least as I defined it, wasn't it either - she gladly spread her legs to have me eat her, and dropped to her belly to behave as an animal without any hesitation. 

"Talking," Loren said quietly, taking a bite of her salad. 

"Master Rick! She's a keeper! We really have to keep meeting like this; I like smart women! Yes, 'talking' is exactly it. Except, I've learned it's a very specific type of speech Mamiko hates more than anything. Mamiko abhors talking about how she is feeling. Someday we will have her tell us about it, but right now, she knows what she has to do." 

The Japanese woman moaned, her lips pulling away from Anna's instep. "Mistress Anna: this unworthy cunt is filled with anger: why should she have to perform for these people? She only wants to serve you, my mistress. Ooohhh, she is...still feeling wet and sticky from climaxing, her heart is pounding...and...shhhhhh...she is...her nipples are hardening at exposing herself to these strangers." 

"Oh...do show us, little cunt, do show us those darling little nipples. Rick you should just see how they stand up so when she is truly ashamed." 

Mamiko lifted her torso, bending her back to push her chest towards the ceiling. Her breasts were nearly flat in this position, her areolas a darkened target surrounding the raised pegs of her nipples. Anna reached down and pulled gently on one and then the other as she described Mamiko's peculiar reaction to being humiliated in this way. 

As Anna manipulated Mamiko's nipples, Mamiko kept a running stream of consciousness about her feelings, physically and emotionally at being publically exposed and humiliated this way. 

"Each time mistress strokes my nipples, I feel an electric pulse shooting down to my pussy. I know I must fight the urge, but each time my mistress rubs my erect nipples, I want to push my unworthy cunt forward to be stimulated further. I am getting very wet, very lubricated and I am very ashamed at having to describe my growing arousal to your guests." 

"Sweet, isn't it?" Mistress Anna had stopped eating, transfixed by Mamiko's reaction as if it were the first time. "I just can't get enough of it. But, sadly, if I push her too far she will stop it. Look! Look at how she shivers at the mere mention of my pushing her too far. I just love this young cunt. I really can't get enough of it." 

Whether from the trainer, or the image of Anna humiliating the young woman, Loren began to moan, shifting in her chair. I looked over at her to see if she was okay, and saw the glazed look in her eye. If this kept up, she would climax again. 

Anna released her slave and gestured toward the kitchen. In a heartbeat, Mamiko had scuttled on hands and knees through the door. I had barely taken a bite up until that moment, and took the opportunity to eat before something else would happen. 

Anna began a conversation about one of the neighbors, a family I had never met. As she told us a particularly colorful story, the door re-opened, Mamiko on all fours pushing a plate of food in front of her, to return to her mistress' feet. 

As we discussed the goings on in the world, the state government scandals and eventually the gossip in the neighborhood, Mamiko ate from her plate, like a cat or dog, using only her mouth. Anna placed a wine glass on the floor, and I watched as Mamiko sipped from it, not spilling a drop. 

"She really is quite house-broken." Anna had seen my interest in Mamiko's skill. "Of course, the ultimate punishment for Mamiko is something neither of you would have ever guessed, would they my little golden cunt." 

Mamiko looked up, the fear clearly evident on her face before she got herself under control. "No, mistress." 

"'No' as in, 'Please don't make me demonstrate what it is I hate the most, Mistress Anna?' or 'No,' as in 'There's no way they could ever guess what I fear the most?'" 

"No, Mistress Anna, please don't make me demonstrate what it is I hate the most." She had stopped, looking down at her food, waiting for her mistress' judgment. 

"Well, we are eating, and I would hate to upset our guests' appetite. But perhaps you could just tell us?" 

The look of fear returned, an expression only I could see from my vantage point. 

Mamiko rose up on her knees, spreading them open as wide as she could, putting her hands behind her head, but keeping her eyes looking down at her plate. "Mistress will be so kind as to ask me to urinate in a bowl for her, and then lap it up like the disobedient pussy that I am." 

The look on Anna's face was remarkable: she stared at her slave and then up at the two of us, as if to say: You see what an excellent training program can produce? To me, she intimated with that look, that I could achieve as much or more with Loren if I was willing to meet her terms. I broke away from her to glance at Loren who had stopped eating and had closed her eyes, the trainer, or the thought of how far she could be asked to go, sending shockwaves through her. 

Anna bent down and whispered something in Mamiko's ear, returning to her meal. The submissive cunt returned to her pussy-position, eating her food, her body shaking slightly. 

Anna returned to her stories about the neighbors as if we were having a normal dinner party. I had thought Marnie had kept tabs on the local scene, but if she knew as much as Anna she hadn't let on to me. It appeared Mistress Anna had kept a close watch on the subtle comings and goings of our neighbors - the domestic violence here, the teenage pregnancy there. 

"Have you ever wondered about the house down the street?" She looked up from her plate, inspecting my face for any reaction. 

I knew which one she was talking about. It was an ultra-modern affair, all glass and concrete. From my house it was almost impossible to see, the street bowing away in that direction, but I passed it every day when I drove to work. I was curious why she brought it up. 

"Oh, I've known Monty for years," she said somewhat cryptically. "Something doesn't add up about that man. Nice guy, I'll grant you that. Richer than god as far as I can tell, but there's something going on over there that I can't quite figure out." 

She went on to mention Phil Torken with equally cryptic innuendos. "I'll introduce you two properly sometime," she said, putting her dish to the side and taking a sip from her wine. "You might find his talents particularly useful." 

As dinner finished, I felt my cock recovering from its ordeal earlier in the evening: dining naked with the two submissive women, as well as the images of Mamiko's training, sent pulses into my groin. With cocktails, the wine and the exertions from earlier, I stifled a yawn. 

"Mistress Anna," I started, waiting for her to look at me, "this has truly been an amazing evening. The food has been lovely, I can't eat another bite, and I don't want to overstay our welcome." Although it wasn't getting late by any stretch, I had begun to think of things I wanted to do to Loren back at the house...before the yawns became real signs of exhaustion. 

"Ahhh, I see you are getting a little restless, hmmm?" She looked over the table edge to see if my cock was flaccid or stiff. "Perhaps you are getting bored?" 

I smiled and ducked my head slightly. "Not at all, Mistress Anna, not at all. I am curious about what might lie in store for your little cunt - I'm certain I could learn volumes from your handiwork. But I'm not sure I will be great company." 

She laughed with a surprisingly girlish lilt. "Hahhh, Master Rick, flattery will get you everywhere. I can't convince you to have a little dessert? No? Fine. I can see you both are flagging. As much fun as it's been, all good things must come to an end. Please, gather your things...no, no, no, don't bother to clean up - staff will take care of it. 

"Mamiko and I have many things to attend to still this evening. I would invite you to stay and observe, but I can see you are both tired, and frankly my pussy is aching for her delightful little tongue. Another time perhaps?" 

I threw on my shirt and trousers, not bothering with my briefs or socks. Mamiko was permitted to rise and assist Loren by removing the trainer and undoing the inscrutable folding of her dress. I watched, delighted with Loren's reaction, as Mamiko pulled whatever had been in Loren's ass and unclipped the wires from her labia. Loren instinctively reached down to rub her lips, but Mamiko forbade it, silently moving Lorens fingers up to her shoulder. I tied my laces, looked around for any remaining things and eventually took Loren's hand, walking her to the door. 

Anna kissed us both in the European style, apparently unfazed by my dried cum on Loren's face. "Now, no training would be complete without some homework, wouldn't you agree? First of all, I know the both of you are brimming with ideas about what should happen next. If we are going to continue, however, I must ask that you not act on these impulses. Instead, write.them.down. Keep a journal of ideas. We'll discuss them next time. Secondly, do a little research. Google is great - do some searches on this lifestyle. The more you read, the more educated you are, the faster we can move into the best arrangement for the both you. Third, try not to have sex this week. At all. No masturbating, no getting together for a little vanilla fuck. Nothing." She stood back and looked us both in the eyes to get a read. "Rick, we'll discuss the specifics later in the week, but I believe we can come to a mutually acceptable arrangement." 

I nodded, looking over her shoulder at Mamiko, barely visible in the parlor, positioning her pussy over an ornamental bowl. I could hear the beginning of water fountaining into the bowl and thought I could see a glint of gold between her legs. 

Loren stumbled on the threshold and I turned my attention to her. "Thank you Mistress Anna. We'll talk about next steps later in the week." 

"Oh," Anna stopped us on the front stoop. "You may be a little constipated tomorrow. Sometimes the descending colon gets a little frozen when it's disturbed. Just drink plenty of liquids, I would strongly caution against any medications or enemas. Just let it relax naturally." 

I thanked her and took Loren's arm to leave. If Loren was half as exhausted as I was, the three blocks back to our houses would seem like a marathon. 

"What happened to us?" She looked over at me, hoping I had some kind of explanation. 

"We don't have to ever go back." I was concerned I'd crossed a line, pushed her too far. 

"What??!! No! No, that's not it at all! I...I can't believe this is happening to me! It's like I fell down a rabbit hole and entered a world I had only barely imagined." She grabbed my arm and let her head fall on my shoulder. If we hadn't been walking I think she would have fallen asleep. "Do you think that poor woman is really going to have to drink her own pee?" 

I shrugged and told her I assumed so. 

"That's really disgusting," Loren said with a yawn. "Definitely would use my safe word on that." 

It was good to know: she had her limits. 

* - * - * - * 

Sunday was tough. I could think of nothing except the night before and the thoughts of what I would do to Loren the first chance I had. I wondered why I would follow Anna's directions and not just call her and get together with her, but I decided, for the moment, to see where the training would lead. I did call Loren up. 

"There's no reason we can't get together. We just should try not to have sex, or act out any of the amazing things I've been thinking of." 

"Ohhhh...have you got a list?" I could hear the anticipation in her voice. 

"Haven't had a chance to write them all down, but yeah, in my head. You're going to hate them." 

She giggled a little, nervously, not sure how to take my meaning. 

"You?" 

"Yes. Starting last night. I couldn't sleep. It fills two pages so far." 

We eventually went about our day without ever getting together, as difficult as that had been to imagine. By Sunday night, with all of the errands and distractions, we realized the day had gone and there was little chance of it. 

I had hoped to distract myself at work, but found my Monday morning a challenge. My head was constantly drifting to the scenes from Saturday, first in my yard and then with Anna. I had been thinking about her terms and conditions and couldn't decide whether to accept them or not. 

Monday night, Loren and I had dinner. She wore a halter top and shorts, obviously enjoying the effect it was having on me. I stopped myself several times from ordering her to strip and eat naked, opting instead to write the ideas down later. 

Tuesday, work eventually won out, and I realized when I came home that evening that I hadn't thought about Loren more than 30 or so times that day. She had said she wouldn't be home, so I had no expectations of seeing her. I ordered take-out, not having the energy to cook for myself. 

I expected Wednesday to be more of the same, but when I arrived at the office, my assistant handed me a manila envelope. 

"It was here when I arrived," she said, noting there wasn't a post-stamp. 

"Thanks, Jeane. Anything else?" I moved casually to my office, a little alarmed about what I suspected was in the package. 

Thankfully it had been glued shut and had "Personal and Confidential" stamped on it. Inside were a sheaf of papers, beginning with a typed memo, and several 8x10 photographs. 

Richard, 

I hope you found the evening to be of interest. I know I was very happy with the outcome. As I discussed, I believe my services can be of use to you and hope you see their value as well. To that end, I've provided you with a standard contract. Should you find the terms acceptable, please sign both copies and I will be happy to counter-sign when we next meet. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 05



I hope you also enjoy a few mementos of the evening. 

Yours, 

Mistress Anna Wilson 

P.S. - If you have any questions or would like to discuss details, please get in touch at your earliest conveniences - maw 

I inhaled sharply when I saw the photographs: full shots of me, front and back, with the devices planted in my ass, my cock angry and erect, my face a portrait in tortured arousal. I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but the implications were obvious: Mistress Anna would use any means to coerce me into signing the contract under her terms. I couldn't remember when any camera had been in the room, but based on the angles, it was either Mamiko, or one placed somewhere near the fireplace mantle. 

I flashed on the possible outcomes of refusing: no doubt she would make her demands more obvious - a veiled threat to publish the pictures on line, the expectation that my business and public image would suffer. I had no doubt she would follow through - I meant nothing to her and it would likely give her a small jolt of pleasure at disposing of me, neighbor or not. 

The thought that she thought publicly smearing me might be a means of coercing me to sign made me smile. She obviously had no idea who I was or what motivated me. I had been in business for myself for over 18 years - I'd seen almost everything in that time. Competition had played harder ball than this to win my accounts. 

I put the photographs back and glanced quickly at the terms. She had bumped the fees back up to $5K; I didn't bother reading the details of the boilerplate, saw a hold-harmless clause and shoved the paperwork in with the photos, not ready to engage her in this silly exercise - it was a loser's game. Instead I picked up the phone to make a few calls I should have placed first thing Monday morning. 

The week passed quickly after that - a theater date with a friend distracted me from thinking about Loren on Thursday, drinks and dinner with my buddies and their wives on Friday was less fun than it had been in the past, my mind pre-occupied more with what I had in mind for Loren than the threatened blackmail from Anna. A couple of women that night mentioned I looked distracted and expressed concern I was okay. I didn't bring up anything that had gone on during the week - even if it were just my discovery of this new side to my character, I wouldn't reveal it to that crowd. But the notion I was being blackmailed on top of it was far more than I could share. 

Several voice mail messages were waiting for me including one from Loren and another from Anna. 

"Rick? I've been thinking of you non-stop this week and...well...I hadn't heard from you in the past couple of days. Give me a call...no time is too late." 

"Richard - It's Anna Wilson. I sent a copy of a counseling agreement for your review. I hope you received it. I also hope you and Loren can join me tomorrow night. I can promise you it will be as entertaining and fulfilling as last week. I will plan on seeing you both around 7PM unless I hear from you otherwise." 

It was 11:30 - too late for Anna, but not too late for Loren. I dialed her number while I entered my journal for the day. 

"Hello?" Her voice suggested the call had awakened her. 

"Hmmm. I woke you." I waited. 

"Rick! Oh, thanks for calling. What happened to you?" I could sense her sitting up in bed, maybe turning on the light. 

"Are you dressed?" I had written down a scenario involving waking her up in the middle of the night. I decided to try it out; screw Anna. 

"What?" She waited a heartbeat and then figured it out. "Yeeeess. In my nightgown?" 

"Take it off." 

"Shhhhhh...Rick! But..." 

"I'm hanging up." 

"No! NO! Okay. Hold on." 

I heard fabric sliding across the sheets, the creaking of her bed as she shifted her weight. "Okay." 

"No sheets. Totally exposed to the air." 

"Yes." 

"I got your message. How are you doing?" I softened my voice, hoping to put her off balance. 

"Fine? I'm fine. I...I was missing you. I saw your car, so I knew you were okay, but I got a little worried." 

"That's sweet." I meant it. It was sweet. It felt nice to have someone care that much about me. 

"Ummm, Rick?" She waited a moment. When I didn't respond she continued. "Are we going back to Mistress Anna's?" 

I had decided we would, in spite of not having finalized her terms. Terms were always negotiable and I knew Anna really wanted us to return. 

"Rick?" 

"Yes. We'll be going back tomorrow night. She suggested 7PM. You'll be ready by 6:30." 

"Yes." 

"You won't give me an excuse to punish you, right?" 

"No. I won't." 

"Have you been writing in your journal?" 

"Yes." She paused, breathing softly. "A lot." 

"You're excited by this thing, aren't you?" 

"Yes...it's been the most amazing week...just thinking about what you did to me...what you could do to me...I..." Another pause. "Rick?" 

I waited. 

"This is really happening, isn't it?" 

I presumed it was a rhetorical question; otherwise she was really losing it. 

"I mean, sometimes, during the day, at work. Sometimes I just daydream about the change that happened...you won't hurt me?" 

I laughed softly at her meaning. The comment Anna made came back - there are so many ways to experience punishment. By 'hurt,' I understood Loren to mean 'abandon' her, reject her for what she needed, not 'inflict bodily pain,' a prospect I was counting on. 

"No, little cunt. When it is time for us to go our separate ways it will be mutual. Now, enough of that sentimentality. It's late and I suspect we'll be having another exhausting evening tomorrow night. Just one more thing I need you to do for me." 

Her breathing changed. 

"This is your cell phone, right?" 

"Yes." 

"...and it has a camera in it, of course, right?" 

She stopped breathing. "Yes...?" 

"Have you been masturbating?" 

"No! No! Mistress Anna said we shouldn't..." 

"...but I don't really care what Mistress Anna said, you are training to be my sub, right?" 

"Yes...Master Rick." 

"Right. I was noticing your lack of respect in that department. I need you to check yourself for me. I think that you have been playing with yourself this week..." 

"...NO...Master Rick. No. I haven't. I've wanted to...almost every minute...but no, I swear Master Rick, I've obeyed Mistress Anna's instructions." She sounded a little frantic. 

"...I can see how we'll need to improve your discipline tomorrow night. I've made a note of it to discuss with Mistress Anna. In the meantime, I need you to check yourself for me, as I'm not interested in dragging my ass over there...hmmm, I suppose you could come over here..." I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight and I still wanted to capture some more ideas in my journal. 

"If that is what you want, Master Rick..." 

"No...it's too late for that. Here's what you need to do for me. You will check yourself and tell me how wet you are. Right now, stick two fingers in that pussy of yours." 

A rustling and creaking. "I'm pretty wet, Master Rick. My fingers slid right in...up to my second knuckles. You can hear..." She must have put the phone next to her cunt; the next thing I heard were sticky popping sounds of her cunt lips sliding on her fingers. "It's been like that all week." 

"Keep your fingers in and take a picture of yourself." 

"What!?" I waited knowing she would comply. 

More shifting noises and I could hear the camera click. 

"I'll wait here until it shows up in my inbox." I had plans for that photo. 

"Okay, Master Rick," she was very quiet, knowing she had just disobeyed Mistress Anna but not quite sure what that meant. 

"Good cunt. Now I expect you to stay that way all night. I'll call you when I get up in the morning - don't wash your hands, I want to taste the evidence." I noted the incoming email message and smiled. She was trying so hard to be a good little sub. "Okay, Loren, it's here. Your fingers look pretty shiny. Remember, you can't cum, but I expect you to present yourself to me in the morning. Good night." 

I hung up and turned my attention to my journal. I hadn't written all of the ideas I'd come up with during the week and it was getting late.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 06



They had laid her onto a low ottoman, her back and head supported, her legs bent at the knees, feet resting on the floor. Stripped naked, she looked perfectly comfortable and I wondered how this could possibly be punishment. 

I had printed out the picture and brought it with us without Loren knowing. Shortly after our arrival, I pulled it out and explained how difficult Loren had obviously been. 

She tried to protest, feeling the injustice of my actions, but her protests about doing what I had asked only made her sound defensive. Anna smiled and shook her head, staring at the two of us. "Well," she had said with finality, "there's really nothing more to say. Loren, you are obviously still yearning to be punished." And here she was. 

I sipped my drink, chatting with Anna as Mamiko continued her preparations. She rolled a metal frame over to Loren's legs. I could see the confusion on Loren's face - she couldn't see anything happening below her, her head strapped down. Mamiko opened Loren's legs until they touched the metal, forcing a surprised gasp from the cold. 

Working quickly, Mamiko fastened her legs to the metal, wrapping a cloth strip barber-shop pole style from Loren's knees all the way to her ankles. In moments her legs were held open, completely fused to the uprights of the frame, her pussy laid bare to the room. A few moments later, she had fastened a belt to Loren's right wrist, fed it below her thighs and tightened her left wrist with the open end. Loren was tied fast to the furniture. 

Anna had been discussing some of her other clients, not in any specific way, but to help me understand the range of services she could offer. I listened to her sales pitch, wondering again why she was pursuing us so aggressively. 

Mamiko had rolled a serving tray filled with a variety of objects - paintbrushes, clear vials stoppered with cork, other bits of metal that looked like tools - next to the ottoman, waiting for a signal from Anna. 

"I think Mamiko has this situation well under control - perhaps we can retire to the study and discuss our business relationship." 

Loren moaned a small protest at being left alone and I hesitated. "Cunt! You know why you are being punished! You know what you need to do to stop it. Mistress Anna and I will be just in the other room. I expect you to behave yourself with Mamiko as if she were me or Mistress Anna. Do you understand?" 

She nodded, her eyes open with fear. Unable to turn her head, she strained to look in my direction. I stayed out of her line of vision, enjoying her distress. 

Anna gestured and Mamiko began her punishment. 

Wanting to see what was in store for my little cunt, I held Anna back. She nodded, moving us to a sofa a little further away. 

Mamiko straddled the ottoman facing away from Loren, her pussy just above Loren's mouth as she prepared the implements on the tray. Opening a bottle of amber liquid, she took a paint brush, inspected it, and coated the fine bristles in the liquid. Carefully bending over, not letting any of the liquid drop, she reached the brush onto Loren's open pussy and gently painted a small circle of the liquid directly on her clit. Very softly she worked the brush against her clit, her movements almost undetectable. Loren moaned at the touch. 

Mamiko curled up, removing the brush and lowering herself onto Loren's mouth. Sitting there, she turned to the tray, leaving the first brush and picking up a second. She dipped this in a second vial, slowly moving her naked pussy on Loren's lips. I could see Loren struggling, her stomach moving up and down as she tried to breathe. 

Mamiko pulled the bristles across the lip of the vial, removing all of the excess liquid and again turned to Loren's open pussy. She lifted her lips off Loren's face slightly as she reached across her body. Loren gulped in air, her mouth opening as wide as she could. The instant the brush touched Loren's clit, she screamed, as if she had been stuck with a pin. 

I jerked up, almost to my feet, but Anna placed a hand on my thigh. 

"Nooooo! What is that? Shit! Shit! That hurts! Rick! Master Rick!" She was trying to twist away but the binding held her tight; her head wouldn't budge. 

Mamiko silently sat back, muffling her screams, turning again to the tray. 

Anna turned to me, her face a calm mask. "Don't interfere, Rick." She whispered. "It is the shock of the solution. It will pass shortly." 

"What is it?" I hissed, concerned. 

"It's all natural - don't worry - extract of cinnamon and ginger. The second brush had a little alcohol on it to activate the first. It's diabolical." She gave my ear a kiss and indicated we should leave. 

"No. No. No. Stop. Please. Stop. Mamiko. Please." Loren's pleas were completely ignored as Mamiko continued to alternately brush the solution on her clit, and rest her cunt on her face. 

"So," Anna said as we settled into the adjacent study. "What have you decided?" She offered me a drink from the bar. 

"I was a little surprised to see you had forgotten the discount," I began, taking the drink. 

"Discount. Did I?" She pulled a file out of drawer opening it. Copies of the photographs came out along with the contract - an obvious move on her part. I smiled behind my glass. 

"You're right. Stupid of me. So, aside from the discount, is everything else in order?" 

"I think the way I had last left it, I could put you in touch with some of my clientele who you might be able to profit from. I suspect that is worth a commission on my part, wouldn't you?" I leaned forward, looking her in the eyes, ignoring my angry erection in the pictures. 

She smiled in a way that should have sent cold shivers down my spine, but I wasn't paying attention. I was focusing on her fingers - it was her 'tell.' She was stroking her glass up and down. I tried not to think about it being my cock. 

"Richard. Seriously. You're discounting my services. I think I've been very generous so far in showing you how much I can teach the two of you. I think my rates are very fair; if I was to go any lower it would devalue what I have to offer, don't you agree?" 

I sat back, looking down at the ice in my glass. "Anna. I didn't come onto your property unasked and uninvited. I didn't offer to have you come to my house for a lovely session together last week. And I didn't agree to any rate or any contract, 'implied or in-fact.' Now I don't want to get into a contest here. I truly believe you have something of value you can offer the two of us, that's why I agreed to come over. But not only are your rates too high, but I've been equally generous in offering additional clientele for your consideration." 

She swirled her drink, looking off to the side. I could see where she was heading and I prepared myself for the proper reaction. 

"But Richard," she said with a matronizing tone, "are you really in a position to negotiate?" Her hand drifted down to the photographs, her eyes focused directly on mine. 

Perfect. Exactly as expected. "What are you suggesting?!! Are you going to blackmail me into signing your contract? Is that the sort of arrangement you make with all of your clients?" I put as much indignation into it as I could muster. 

"Richard! Nonsense! Blackmail? That's a terrible word! I'm insulted. Really! If that's the direction we're going, I agree we should just call it quits! I am trying to protect you. If you had read the contract, you would have seen the confidentiality clause. But without an agreement, neither of us are subject to any confidentiality - I can't guarantee what could happen to these images, or the audio and video recordings." 

I took a swig to hide my amusement. I didn't underestimate this woman one bit, but she had no idea where this conversation was about to go. 

"It's interesting," I began, leaning forward for emphasis, setting my empty glass down on the photographs. "You don't like to call what you're implying blackmail. Perhaps it is more like a form of extortion. Regardless, no court would uphold the validity of the contract if I had been coerced in any way to sign it. So, I'd appreciate it if you treated me like an adult and cut the crap. You're figuring I've got a reputation to uphold, that I wouldn't take it to court, that I'll just roll over and do whatever your beautifully sick brain can think of. It is a beautifully sick brain, by the way, Anna. I can't tell you how much I appreciate the way you think. But all of this," I waved my hand back to the living room from which I could hear Loren panting and moaning, "would be so much more enjoyable if we had mutual respect. Don't you agree?" 

She looked at me as if I was completely insane. Of course I must have sounded bizarre - what could I possibly be talking about? She shook her head slightly, confused. "I'm waiting." 

"Gordon Thompson. Name ring a bell?" 

She hesitated, just enough, her hand reached for the glass and she took a drink. I thought I could see it shake just a little. When she brought the glass back down she seemed to have composed herself. She smiled, her eyes suggesting a new respect...or a new approach. I wasn't going to assume anything. 

"Nice, Richard. Nicely played. So you had a chance to chat with Mr. Thompson, I assume?" 

Here's where it would get tricky. "Let's just say we have mutually assured destruction and leave it at that." I rattled my ice around in the glass, inquiring whether I could get a re-fill. 

She gestured to the bar. "First one's on me, the rest are up to you." And stared off to the living room. 

I looked through the passage way to see Loren's face buried in Mamiko's pussy, her abdomen rising and falling - not like before, panicked, but rhythmically, as if she were trying to stimulate herself. 

"That punishment borders on cruel," Anna said, a little wistfully. "The irritant stimulates and then continues to irritate, growing warmer, penetrating deeper. Mamiko has become quite skilled at applying it." She looked at a clock. "She's almost ready." 

I sat back down, not interested in Loren's condition. She was being punished after all and we had bigger fish to fry. "I can't wait...actually, I can. We need to get this settled so we can move forward. I mean it when I say I have prospects for you, but frankly, if this is the way you treat your clientele, I will be very careful who I send your way. My offer stands: we work together on Loren's and my training, I send you prospects I think you could help." 

She sighed, resigned. "A person has to respect you, Richard. I really underestimated you. I think we can strike a deal." She reached over the desk to offer me her hand. 

"Hand shake deals are my preferred way of doing business," I said as I took hers, "but in this case, I think we both need some assurances. To that end I've drawn up a more reasonable set of terms and conditions. It's in my briefcase at the door - I'll be right back." 

Gordon "Gordy" Thompson - a high-school buddy of mine. We'd drifted after college, but remained aware of each other. He had risen in the ranks of attorneys, finally opening a firm that had a reputation for aggressive practices. One of the calls I'd made was to chat with Gordy about this and that. I suspected, based on his tastes, he would know a little about Anna and her "counseling." 

He went silent after I mentioned her name. 

"You there?" 

"Yeah." He paused. "Yeah. I'm here. Don't tell me you're involved with that woman, Rick." 

"She's a neighbor. Marnie...my...late wife...she said they knew each other. Why? Is there something I should know about her?" 

"Seriously, Rick. She's lit up several of my dashboards over the past few years. High profile people she's been accused of blackmailing. Nothing ever sticks, but there's no question she's doing something nasty. What do you want to know?" 

We chatted for two lawyer units, generous of him in terms of time and information, and I promised I'd keep my eyes open and nose clean. We agreed to have lunch in a couple of weeks. 

She reviewed the revised T&Cs, struck a paragraph here, added a sentence there. She was thorough and experienced. I watched distractedly, split between her contract review and Mamiko in the other room applying some sort of contraption over Loren's exposed pussy, tying it around her hips. Loren had stopped moaning, not because she was comfortable, her breathing was evidence of her discomfort, but probably because Mamiko had forbade her from making any noise. I stared at Mamiko's naked body, her flat stomach reflecting a glow from the living room torchieres and thought about when I might fuck her. 

"Okay, Rick. With one exception, I think we have a deal. Now, here's the real deal: much of the secret of my success is in the use of very carefully designed equipment. Some of it you could likely find online, at great expense, and some of it is custom designed, built by my husband. The point is, regardless of your valuation of my expertise," she paused to stare at me, "the hardware is pure genius, and I must charge for its use." 

I sighed and sat back. Smiling, I turned to her. "How much?" 

"So, I've been trying to figure out a fair rate. There are literally dozens of contraptions we can use - each has its creative possibilities. The little hummer Mamiko has attached to your cunt, for example, is totally custom, but something much simpler can be purchased for about $250 downtown from a great little shop I'll recommend to you. If you think you'll want to use it more often, it would be a smart buy. But for now, why don't we treat it as a rental - say $50/hour on ½ hour increments? She won't be able to take much more than 30 minutes at a time anyway. The frame is another thing entirely. That's custom built. It would likely cost you $500 from any metal worker, but it really has far greater flexibility. For that, I think $25/hour is more reasonable, and in this case, she could be attached to it for quite a while..." 

"Okay, okay, I get it. But let's not nickel-and-dime me. Either, you need to draw up a schedule of rental prices on the entirety of your equipment, or we agree on a flat hourly rate." I raised my eyebrows, letting her decide how much effort she wanted to put into it. 

It was her turn to sigh, taking a sip from her cocktail. "Fine. Fine. If you weren't such a great negotiator, I'd be annoyed." She smiled thinly. "Would $50/hour per piece meet with your approval?" 

I almost agreed, wishing to get on with it, when it occurred to me I could be seeing $500 charges easily, depending on how "creative" she chose to get. I started laughing. "You almost had me, Anna! You're really too much." 

She looked at me innocently before relaxing into a smile. "So? What do you suggest?" 

"Here's the thing - I'm taking your word that the equipment is some kind of secret sauce, and at the same time, I don't want to limit our possibilities. Still, to be fair, I won't be forking over hundreds of dollars just because it suits your twisted sense of humor." I stopped, letting the indecision drift between us. 

"Okay fine." She moved first to fill the void. "$200/hour with a guarantee of at least two pieces of equipment in use at any time." 

"$100 and four pieces, otherwise $50. Mamiko can keep accounts." I stared at her, not knowing at all whether I was screwing myself or not. 

She almost countered, stopped, and sighed. "Fine. You want to write it up?" 

I added a clause, she approved it, we both initialed and signed the agreement. She made a copy of it and shoved it in a drawer, I put mine back in my briefcase. 

"With that little unpleasantness out of the way, let's see how the little cunts are fairing." 

She offered me her arm and we moved into the parlor. 

Mamiko had taken a position outside of Loren's field of vision, holding a small remote control, staring at the television. I looked at the show she was watching, inhaling sharply when I realized it was a closed circuit video of the inside of Loren's vagina...and rectum. 

Loren was struggling not to moan, her head clamped facing up, her legs spread by the frame, the contraption over her pelvis making small chug-a-chug noises, her pussy emitting small quiffs every now and again. 

"What...the...fuck?" I looked over at Anna who had refreshed her drink - suggesting I do the same. 

"Yes, it is a complex little twist on an endoscope. My husband was a creative little torturer. That little box over her clit is a separate item - that's something I think you should take with you...on the house," she added looking at my expression. "As that vibrator against her little clit warms her up, we get a front row seat of her arousal. Look! She how she is letting down?" 

I stared at the screen and saw creamy emulsions moving against the deep red walls of her vagina. I looked quickly at Loren to see if it meant she was orgasming, but she hadn't changed her movements in any way. As I mixed a drink, I watched Mamiko adjust something on the remote and Loren jerked, the image on the screen violently jiggled. 

"OOOOHHH!" She couldn't stifle her reaction. I looked again, and saw her rectum changing shape, a black finger moving in and out of the camera's field of view. The bright light illuminated her intestinal walls, bits of shit against the light pink ridges. 

"Cunt," Anna stood next to her so she could see her face. "You will not climax. Is that clear?" 

Loren whimpered something, apparently to Anna's satisfaction. I joined Mistress at Loren's side. 

"So, Master Rick, your homework. I see you brought a couple of notebooks. I assume one is the little cunt's and one is yours?" She motioned for me to bring over a couple of chairs so we could get comfortable. At the same time, she suggested Mamiko bring the trainer. I couldn't imagine how they could fit anything more into Loren's orifices than was already there as I arranged the chairs next to her agitated body. 

Mamiko brought the box from the cabinet, leaving the remote next to Anna, and knelt down next to Loren. Removing several coils of wire, clips and a black rubber object I couldn't quite make out, she concentrated on her preparations. 

"Last week, we discussed a safe word. Tonight, because we may prevent your cunt from actually speaking her word, we need other means to let us know when she needs to stop. Cunt? Is there a tune you can hum no matter how much pain you're in, no matter how distracted, that we'll recognize and you'll remember?" 

Loren was struggling against the device attached to her, breathing irregularly. Looking at the TV, I could see she was heavily lubricated. She began humming something I couldn't place, but I would remember. 

"A childhood nursery song. Master Rick, for some submissives the use of a song from their childhood is comforting, while for others, it may be a sign of regression." She looked at me knowingly, suggesting we might need to move with caution. "Okay, Cunt. While Master Rick and I read your journal, you will not utter a sound, you will not climax, and you will not disturb us or Mamiko in any way. Is that clear?" 

Loren grunted. "Yes, Mistress." 

Mamiko laid a set of wires across Loren's naked ribs, pinching Loren's far nipple in her fingers, twisting and pulling it, until it was stiff and erect. With her other hand, she attached the end of one of the wires using an alligator clip. Loren arched her back, screwing up her eyes, her mouth clenched shut. She breathed hard in and out through her nose, trying to obey. In a flash, Mamiko repeated the process on the other nipple, turning her attention to the rubber object. Holding her fingers lightly to Loren's mouth, the Japanese woman indicated she should open it. 

With her mouth open, her breathing was noisier as the pain from her nipples and the device in her two lower holes battered at her. Mamiko slipped the object in her mouth, and I saw that it was a mouth guard, attached with another wire. With the guard in place, Mamiko indicated Loren could clench down on it. A look of relief passed across her face, as she bore down on the rubber, releasing her pain silently into the cushion. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 06



Mamiko turned her attention to Loren's spread open pussy, attaching two more clips to her swollen labia, causing another spasm. I couldn't concentrate on Anna's reading of the journal as I glanced from my naked trainee to the TV to Mamiko's naked body moving fluidly. My cock was hurting, bent over in my slacks. 

Anna looked up to see what was going on and tsked. "Please, Master Rick, she'll be there for quite a while. We really need to get through these, don't you think?" 

I turned to look at the open journal, trying to ignore Loren's jerky movements. Mamiko had lifted the trainer, flipping a couple of switches and turning a dial. Loren, issued a muffled low keening, her body stiffening. 

"Cunt! Silence! You try our patience!" 

She whimpered quietly, finally clamping as hard as she could on the mouth guard, her body jerking. 

Anna quickly scanned through my notebook, murmuring and softly muttering, while I looked through Loren's. The first thing I noticed was how much more she had written than me. Four pages to each of my one. The second was how similar all of her fantasies were: paddling, spanking, whipping. All on her ass, or as she wrote, 'bottom.' 

I hadn't gotten through it all before Anna asked to swap. I reviewed what I had written, my prick hardening at the possibilities I had listed. 

"So, Master Rick," she asked, as much for Loren's sake as mine. "What do you think?" 

I explained what I had seen - mostly spankings and the like, and was a little concerned at the lack of variety. 

"Ahhh, yes. Well, that's to be expected. We're not all as imaginative as you are, but I want you to dig a little deeper. What else is Loren asking for? Aside from spanking that lovely ass of hers, what is she saying underneath it all?" 

I took back the notebook and scanned again, her faint whimpering adding to my arousal. I couldn't see what Anna was driving at. 

"It's all about being young, isn't it? About being a little girl? About diminishing herself. And about privileges." She stopped at my confusion. "Why look there. She's saying quite clearly: she shouldn't be allowed to cover her bottom. And there: she should have asked permission. You see? She's regressing to that time when she was being punished and having her privileges taken away. This is what's so interesting about this exercise. It never fails to meet its promise." She looked at me. "And yours. What does yours say at that level?" 

I shook my head, remembering the ways in which I imagined tying her up, forcing her to beg for my cock. I could feel my erection pushing against my zipper. 

"Domination." She said simply. "You need to dominate. It's not completely symmetrical of course, but knowing what the two of you imagine you need, it makes it much simpler to move forward. Wouldn't you agree?" 

Whether she was asking me rhetorically about her final declaration, or about her interpretation of my journal, it didn't matter. The answer was 'yes' in both case. 

"Okay," she continued and then stopped. "Mamiko!" 

The young woman immediately slapped the remote to shut down the trainer and then flipped a switch on the fucking machine. The humming of the vibrator continued momentarily until she could turn it off. It was as if she had read Anna's mind. I had no idea what was going on, but they both stared at the screen, and then at Loren's chest, breathing erratically. 

"It is far too soon to let her climax. You know that!" 

Apparently Loren had almost cum, but now, with everything turned off, she only looked desperate, her hands gripping the leather cushion, her moans muffled by the mouth guard. I could see tears welling up. On the TV the pussy camera was obscured by a milky substance, the light barely glowing through. Her rectum was pulsing as she desperately tried to push against the two dildos to get relief. 

"You know the drill," Anna dismissed her assistant and turned back to me. "It is almost your turn, Master Rick." 

I looked at her confused, her expression a mixture of playful tease and hidden venom. I shook my head. 

"Strip. It's time. Loren needs to see you submitting, and you need to fully appreciate being a bottom." 

"I had hoped we had gotten over that last week, Mistress Anna," I said smiling slightly. 

"Don't make it any worse, Master Rick. It doesn't provide a good role model for your cunt. I won't ask you again. You heard me." 

She sat back and waited while I stood and stripped off my clothes. Mamiko had unbound Loren's head, momentarily, to adjust the neck brace, rotating her neck up. She refastened her head so she could now look down between her legs. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but the little trooper she was, she didn't hum her tune. 

My cock was sticking up - the sight of these two women and what they were putting her through would have given an octogenarian a stiffy. Mamiko eventually turned to me, putting her hand on my elbow and leading me to the far side of the frame. She turned me to face away and had me get down on all fours. The frame was open "X", Loren's legs bound to one set of legs, and now, Mamiko took my knees and bound my thighs to the other legs. 

"You might want to put your forearms down on the carpet, Master Rick, you'll not get tired so quickly." 

I could hear Loren whimpering but couldn't see whether it was from arousal or distress. I put my forehead down on my hands and waited, assuming I was either going to be spanked or impaled. 

Moments later, I felt Mamiko's fingers on my anus, rubbing a cool gel around the wrinkled skin, and then warmth as she penetrated me. Pushing past my sphincter, she applied a generous amount of lubricant deep into me. I could hear Loren beginning to protest. 

"Enough, cunt! If you utter another sound you will not cum for a week. Do you understand?" 

To her credit, she didn't answer out loud. I could only imagine she gave some limited nod, or blinked her eyes. And then I couldn't focus as I felt Mamiko push something so large into me, I thought I was being split apart. 

"SHIT! What the fuck!" 

"Silence! Master Rick, you shall not speak, you shall not move and you shall take that like the slimy worm you are!" 

I felt tears spilling onto my cheeks and breathed through the pain until whatever it was was seated deeply into my rectum. 

"Now, cunt. Your fantasies. Here's what they look like." 

Before I could react to the rush of air, I felt a slap on my cheeks, followed a second later by a white burning pain. I cried out. 

"Did I not say silence, you miserable excuse for a master? For that, we'll double the number from 10 to 20. Please count for your Mistress and thank your cunt for the honor of being disciplined." 

I had inhaled deeply from the first strike and quickly complied, knowing it was no use to protest. "1 Mistress Anna! Thank you cunt." 

The next blow came across both cheeks, pushing on the intruder in my ass, the pain shooting down my thighs. "2! Mistress Anna! Thank you cunt!" 

I couldn't see exactly what Mamiko was using, but based on the sound and the feeling, it was leather and fairly wide. She expertly placed the paddle on my ass cheeks, my exposed thighs, across the dildo, and in the final slap, across my balls that were hanging down. My cock was harder than it had been in recent memory, pushed against my belly. By the final strike, I was crying, tears freely flowing. I could neither hear Loren, nor did I care what this might be doing to her. All I could think was that this was Anna's retribution for my negotiation. The beating stopped and I struggled to catch my breath, snot and tears dripping from my face. 

"Okay, Master Rick. Okay. That was very brave of you. Very brave. Now you have a sense of how far you can go." I felt her hand brushing on my hot skin, moving softly down to stroke my tender balls and then under to hold the base of my shaft. As she held me, she moved her other hand down my ass cheeks, all the while speaking softly. "You are very hard. You probably want to cum, yes?" 

I nodded, not sure I could speak. 

"And your cunt. What do you suppose she wants?" 

I didn't answer, feeling her fingers tightening around the base of my shaft, just above my balls. I felt Mamiko reaching through my legs from the other side, and then a cool band replaced Mistress Anna's fingers, tightening until I cried out, followed by a soft click. 

"It is very disrespectful to not answer your Mistress. What. Does. Your. Cunt. Want?" 

"I don't know, Mistress Anna! I don't know!" I couldn't believe the pain from whatever they'd clipped on me, but my cock head was mushrooming against my belly, the dildo in my ass pushing against my prostrate. I was completely locked up tight. 

"Mamiko." 

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! SHIT, SHIT, YESSSSSSS"



Rule of Thumb Ch. 07



I had no idea what they were doing to her – I couldn't move without pain shooting into me. "What the fuck are you doing to her? Loren! Are you okay???" I was panicking at whatever they could be doing, and was about to shout out my safe word, when Anna's hand moved softly to my lower back.

"It's okay, Master Rick, we're giving her release. What she wanted. Shhhh...." She stroked me softly, running her hand to the back of the dildo, moving it slightly, playfully. Loren's gasps and cries from her climax filling the room.

"It's too bad you can't see this, Rick. It's quite a sight. I'll try and narrate. Mamiko has removed the pelvis cuff, and Loren is literally spurting her juice into a nice little pitcher. We're going to have her drink it in a few minutes. Would you like to see that?"

The image of Loren being forced to drink her own cum made me moan. My cock stiffened even more, the pain against the shaft from blood pulsing through me alarming me. "Yes, Mistress Anna, I would."

"Lift your head up, Master Rick, and kiss your Mistress."

I pushed up slowly, tenderly moving against the dildo, until my head was level with my back, and looked up to see she had stepped in front of me, her pussy naked and glistening. I reached my neck and back up further, until my lips were against her open slit. I pushed as hard as I could against her warm skin, her aroma arousing me even more, and slipped my tongue between her oily lips.

"She has the power to end this, Richard. Just like last week. Would you like to be free of the pain?"

I nodded as I pushed against her further.

"It's really quite simple. Your cunt merely needs to open her mouth and let Mamiko release herself into her."

I immediately understood what Anna was suggesting, the thought of it cramping my stomach. I shook my head, pulling away.

"No! I did not tell you to stop!"

I didn't return, looking up at her, her face steely.

"No, Rick. I can't!" Loren's voice was muffled, I could only assume because Mamiko was standing over her.

"Your cock ring, the dildo, hell, I'll even have Mamiko provide you with relief. It's up to you, then. You give the order, and my little cunt will empty herself into your cunt's mouth. Say the word."

"Basket!" Loren cried.

It was as if she had broken a crystal vase. 

Anna backed away, smiling cruelly, putting her hand down to pet my head. "Ahhh, such a shame. And so predictable."

I could already feel the bindings at my thighs releasing, Mamiko's hands flying up and down my legs. My knee caps were killing me, not to mention my cock and ass. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but I didn't think it would be comfortable.

Anna's hand reached down to offer me help up; I wasn't sure I could muster it, my legs and gut were so cramped. Behind me, I could feel Mamiko moving, the frame vibrating from her unwrapping Loren's bindings. 

"I'm sorry, Rick. I couldn't. I just couldn't!" She was crying.

"It's okay, Loren," I whispered, trying to figure out how to get up.

"Hold still, Richard. Mamiko. Please help me here."

I felt the young woman's fingers on my ass cheeks, and then the dildo was pulled out in a swift and powerful stroke. I felt like vomiting, the pain was so intense, doubling over and gasping, my cock pushing further into my gut. How can I be this erect with so much pain? Something, maybe it was my pride, prevented me from putting a stop to the madness.

With Anna's assistance, I made my way to standing, the first time I could actually take a look at myself. My cock pointed straight up at me, the head purple and angry, greenish veins standing out on the swollen red shaft. I moved my fingers down to feel the cock ring, trying to make sense of the latching mechanism.

Anna's fingers slipped over mine. "You'll want to deflate a little, Richard. In your current state it might be dangerous to unclip it. I recommend walking it off. But not quite yet." She curled her fingers around mine and brought them between her legs. She was wet, her lips swollen and open. I could still taste her, her perfume in my nose. "Your little cunt stopped us prematurely, sadly." She pushed my fingers into her channel, the first couple of knuckles slimy with her.

I looked up at her face, a mixture of cruelty and amusement. The pain throbbing through my cock, the echoes of pain around my asshole, and my embarrassment and humiliation from her treatment of me in front of Loren mixed with a growing anger. I was surprised to notice a tiny bit of admiration sparkling through the mix of emotions. She had made her point and I understood just how much depth and experience she had in this area.

"No. Please. No."

I pulled my hand away from Anna, my fingers coated with her juices and turned to see if Loren was alright. Naked and standing behind me, her face puffy from crying, she was trying to stop Mamiko from tipping a ceramic gravy boat against her lips. Mamiko looked to Anna questioningly.

"Cunt. You know how to stop this. Stop being silly!"

Loren looked at me, dropped her hands and opened her mouth, letting Mamiko feed her her own cum. She looked miserable, staring at the ceiling until it was over. I reached out to her, crossing the short distance between us, to pull her into a hug. When she pressed against, me I winced from the pressure on my swollen cock.

"I think we're done for the evening, Mistress Anna." I tried to keep the emotion out of my voice even as my anger was beginning to rise.

"Now Richard, let's just say you're beginning to understand the full spectrum of power. You had the power to stop this at any time. Your little cunt had more awareness of that than you did. That is an important lesson. With respect to that," she waved her fingers at my swollen member, "it will be fine. I don't think you'll want to use it for much more than urinating for a few days. By the time you walk home, I'm sure it will be soft enough to remove the ring. Keep it as a small memento of the evening – no charge." She smiled thinly and turned away. 

Mamiko had already begun cleaning up, her movements graceful, her pussy exposed each time she bent over. My cock couldn't help but pulse each time I caught a glimpse of those lips.

"Come on, Rick," Loren said softly, pulling me toward our clothes. "Let's get out of here."

"Wait a minute, you two," Mistress Anna called to us. "Don't forget this! I think you'll find it very useful." Mamiko handed me the small vibrator. It was oddly shaped – it was a black square, with two straps. Looking at the underside, it had a strange sculptural shape obviously meant to press against Loren's pussy. I handed it to Loren as I finished getting dressed.

I wasn't sure how I would get my pants on over my erection. In the end, I left them unsnapped, the zipper only half way up. It was dark outside, and with my shirt out, no one would see anything. We walked the two blocks back to my house, Loren apologizing and almost weeping the entire way. 

"It's okay, Loren. Really. Anna was right. It was a good lesson. I could have stopped it, just as you finally decided to." My arm was around her shoulder. She was hugging herself. "But it sure sounded like Mamiko...like you..." I couldn't find the words.

She looked up at me, her face dimly lit by the street light and smiled weakly. "That was unbelievable," she said apologetically. 

As predicted, by the time we arrived home, my cock had shrunk enough that Loren could help release the latch on the ring. The relief flooded through me, my cock dropping further. 

"You look beat," I said, comforting her. "And I'm in no shape for anything but a hot shower and bed." I reached down and kissed her, the smell of Anna's cunt juice mixing with Loren's. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head.

"Thank you, Rick. Thank you so much." The words rushed out as she pulled away from the kiss. "I'm so sorry!"

I let her out, stripped out of my clothes and stuck myself under a hot shower. I was tender, not only in my ass and cock, but my back and neck. I fell into bed, exhausted, my head a swirl of emotions. What I hadn't anticipated was the painful case of blue balls I would have the next day.

* - * - * - *

Sunday, and I woke up from a deep sleep to sunlight leaking past my bedroom blinds. It wasn't more than a few heartbeats before the tenderness from my cock caught my attention. I pulled back the sheets to see if it was bruised and was surprised to see it looked mostly normal – a little puffy near its joint with my balls, but as I pulled at it and inspected it carefully, I couldn't find anything that appeared to be permanent.

More pain appeared, this time from my ass and back, as I rolled onto my side to get up. I rubbed my hands on my ass cheeks, my fingers massaging my glutes to help reduce the throbbing from my asshole. I shook my head and went to the bathroom. 

I had to see if Anna had damaged me there as well – no blood in the toilet when I had finished, but I bent over in front of the full length mirror and stared at the reflection through my open legs. My brown ring, wrinkled with a couple of hemorrhoids didn't look different from the last time I'd inspected myself. My cheeks were inflamed and slightly swollen, but no sign of bruises. I sighed and washed up, not bothering to dress for breakfast.

Standing at the kitchen sink, sipping a coffee, I stared out into the garden, contemplating the day and musing on Anna's viciousness from the night before. I should have anticipated it – she would justify it as a part of my "training," but I knew she was taking her anger out on me. Professional she might be – careful to not leave any permanent damage – but I had affronted her personally and she couldn't let it go. I looked down to see my sagging stomach, my cock moving on its own accord as my memories of her domination monopolized my thoughts.

A change in the light made me look up, momentarily panicked that someone was at the back door.

"Rick?" Loren's voice was muffled through the glass. She was wearing a short top, tied above her navel and denim cut-offs. I stiffened just at the sight of her.

Relieved, I opened the door, exposing myself to the great outdoors. 

She looked down at my swinging cock, startled, and then she smiled slightly. It began to swell a little more, accompanied by a throbbing – a reminder of the prior evening's events. 

"Are you okay?" She stepped in and hugged me, brushed her hand down my back, her fingers lightly grazing my bare cheeks. "Why didn't I sleep over here last night?"

I smiled thinly and nodded. "Nothing a couple of days won't heal. My pride is more bruised than anything...and about that...I've been thinking about that." 

She pulled back a little and looked up at my face. "What are we going to do?" Concern and worry in the lines around her eyes.

"You seemed to have had a great time last night, right?" I smiled without any menace. "Tell me – was that the most powerful orgasm you've ever had."

She blushed. So cute. "I'd be lying if I didn't say yes. Fuck, Rick. I've never felt anything like it...and then...what they made me do...so disgusting." She screwed up her face and pulled me tighter. "But what they did to you! That was horrible!" She moved her hand down to hold my shaft, softly massaging it. "Does it hurt still?"

I reached my arm around her, pulling her against my side. It was sweet she was worried about me, but her concerns were misplaced. Yes, we had to do something about the situation, but no, not because of potential harm to me. I reached over to get her a cup of coffee and we stared out into the garden.

"It sure sounded fantastic. I wish it had been me getting you off like that." And that was a greater concern than anything else. Every time Anna delivered that kind of pleasure to Loren, it made it all that much harder for me. All of a sudden I had a flash of what we needed to do. 

"Hmmm...you just made me think of something. You have plans for the day?" She shook her head. "Well, we have some work to do, so if you can spare half a day, I think it would be a good idea." I turned away from the window and leaned down to kiss her, my hand slipping under the knot of her top to feel her bare skin. She melted into the kiss, setting her coffee on the counter and turning to hug her arms across my back. 

"The notebooks," I said, untying the knot and pulling her shirt over her head. She blushed slightly but didn't protest, the skin on her breasts tightening at the cool air. "You've not had a chance to read mine yet." I walked to the table and pulled the notebooks across it in front of an empty chair.

Loren grabbed her coffee, half-naked and a little confused by the change in direction the morning was taking, although I wasn't sure what she had in mind when she came over. "By the way," I asked, sitting next to her, "was this just a neighborly visit or did you have something in mind?"

She looked up from the notebook to stare at my face for a second and shook her head. "Just coming by to see if you were okay..." She tried to ignore my fingers on her nipples as she turned her attention to my fantasies.

I opened her notebook and rescanned the paragraphs she had written, trying to look at it the way Anna had suggested. There were the patterns she had suggested – the references to her 'bottom' as if she were a young girl, the privileges, the denial and need to ask permission. I started to see them more clearly, now that Anna had brought it to my attention, and I saw something else...security. She mentioned being held, held down, secured. I could see it as a need to be released from responsibility, from being excused for thinking such things, but they weren't written that way. It was closer to a notion of being held, secure, protected. If everything else is protected, except what is being punished, she would get what she wanted. The thought popped into my head and it fit. Everything Anna had done to her in the past two weeks was consistent with this desire: hold me, secure me, and punish just the part that is most exposed. I smiled at the insight.

"Do you..." she asked quietly, "do you really want to do all these things to me?" She had looked up at me and down to my cock, seeing it had hardened a little. The pain from yesterday's session countered my desire to fuck her on the kitchen table.

"Like which one, exactly?" I reached down and unsnapped her shorts, my intention clear. She lifted herself off the seat and helped me slip them and her underwear down past her knees. My eyes immediately went to that beautiful black triangle of hair. I could smell her arousal.

She licked her lips, hesitating, or just trying to pick one. "Loren has misbehaved again, failing to follow a simple direction. She is stripped naked, lying face down on the floor, her ankles tied to her wrists, her knees spread apart. It is three hours into her denial. The vibrator lies just inside her wet cunt, pulsing only enough to keep her aroused but not enough to push her over the edge. She has been begging for release until her voice is but a whisper."

"That one is nice, don't you think?" I slipped my finger into her, feeling how wet she was getting. She shifted and shivered a little.

"Would you really do that...?" She stared at my hardening cock, licking her lips.

I leaned over and kissed her, shoving my tongue and finger into her at the same time. She moaned, opening herself to me. Pulling my mouth away, but leaving her impaled on my finger, looked at her. "Wouldn't you think twice about misbehaving if you knew that was in store for you?" I smiled thinly and pulled my finger out, painting her lips with her musk. 

"Think about where we're heading," I suggested. "We've come a long way since last weekend's sunny morning outside." I nodded to the garden. "I'm excited by the possibilities, but I agree with you, we've got to start exiting Mistress Anna's influence and figure out how to do this ourselves. And to do that," I stood up, my dick sticking into her face, "we need to do some homework, and I need to make some calls."

I held out my hand and helped her on to her feet. She slipped out of her shorts, following me to the study.

"You have a laptop at home, right?" I pulled a chair to the side of my desk.

She nodded, looking around. 

"And toys. You have a vibrator or a dildo?"

She blushed and looked down, nodding. 

"Okay. I've got some calls to make this morning, and I think we should do that research Anna suggested. While I'm chatting some folks up, perhaps it would be a good idea for you to start getting familiar with BDSM. What do you think?"


"I...yes...I..." She looked around, trying to figure something out. "You want me to get my laptop and bring it back here?"

"Right. Best you work on a machine you're familiar with. And bring all of your toys. I want you to show me what you use when you need some relief." I smiled, hugging her tight against me, her nipples hard against my chest, my dick pressing against that beautiful dark bush. 

"Naked?" She asked quietly.

It took a heartbeat for me to figure out what she was asking. I nodded, looking her in the eyes. "Just like you are."

"But...the neighbors...they'll see me..." I could tell it excited her – I could smell her musk drifting up between us. "I can't, Rick. Please..." Her hands pulled on my ass, pulling me tighter against her. "I'll do whatever you ask...but...I can't go outside where people could see me..." Her voice whined a little bit, like a child, I thought. Perfect.

I didn't answer, peeling her off of me and motioning to the door. She knew how to get out of it, and as far as I could tell, she wasn't pulling that rip cord. 

"Oh, wait," I stopped her as she was just about to leave the doorway. She was fully exposed to the back yard, but there wasn't anyone who could see her from that angle. "Bring that vibrator thing Anna gave us last night, too."

As she left I admired her beautiful ass, thinking how I would make her cheeks pink. I gathered a few things from my bedroom, pausing to look out the window to see if she had made it over, and was annoyed, and pleased, to see she had wrapped a towel around her. So wanting to be punished.

I was already on my first call when she came back into the study, a laptop bag over her shoulder, a grocery bag in her hand. She was naked again. I motioned to the chair while I kept up my conversation. She looked nervous, pulling out the laptop and setting it down on the desk, her eyes darting to the brown bag on the floor. I finished up the call and turned to her.

"So," I said with as little menace as I could, "you couldn't do it."

"I'm sorry, Rick. I couldn't. I just couldn't." She held out her hands, pleading, looking for understanding.

"You want to be punished, isn't that it?" I stood up, gathering two belts I had brought from my room. She looked at me, at the belts, and shook her head. But I knew it was what she wanted. 

"Sit back in the chair. Put your legs up onto the arms."

Her knees hung over the arm rests, spreading her open, her cunt and asshole exposed to me. I tied her legs into place with the belts, pulling them tight, but not so tight she couldn't sit there for a few hours. She was wet, her lips swelling, opening up to reveal the moist pink inner labia. I handed her the laptop and suggested she start with a Google search on 'BDSM.' "You might need to turn off safe search. You know how to do that?"

She nodded, trying to see what else I was going to do, as she began her search.

I emptied the bag onto the desk. In addition to the weird black square from Anna, she had a small assortment of vibrators – almost all simple battery-operated affairs, and a fairly interesting dildo – realistic, with veins. But not what I was looking for. 

"Nice," I said, holding up the latex cock. "I can't wait to see you use this one."




Rule of Thumb Ch. 07



She blushed and smiled, her eyes widening at whatever she had tripped across online. "Oh my."

I peeked over her shoulder to see an image of a woman strapped to a board, her mouth gagged and two men holding whips over her. Pretty standard stuff as far as I could see.

"This is what you use when you can't have a guy?" I waved my hand around the toys on the desk.

She nodded, blushing and quiet. 

I walked around behind the desk and pulled out Marnie's Rabbit. Marnie didn't know I knew she had it, and I never let on after I found it, but I often fantasized about her using it. "This," I said, pulling the purple monster out of the box, "is what we'll be using today."

She gasped when she saw it. Not that it was all that big, but it did look intimidating. Something to slip into her pussy, an anal plug, and a tickler for her clit. With a belt to keep it nice and tight, and a remote control – the most important part.

"You disobeyed me, Loren, didn't you?" I rolled the chair a little to give me better access and knelt down to position the Rabbit against her. "Didn't you?" I started with the anal plug – no lube, just the moisture dripping from her slit. She moaned. "What?"

"I...ugghhh...I couldn't...Rick...I'm so sorry...I couldn't."

I wrapped the belt under her and around to buckle it in front, pulling the vibrator just to the entrance of her pussy. In this position, the clit stimulator was nowhere close to its target, and the vibrator would barely do its thing. I expected this to last a while. As I made some final adjustments, I noticed she hadn't shaved around her lips. Her bush, was still neatly trimmed above her pussy, but there were dozens of small hairs springing from her lips. I smiled wickedly at a thought that blossomed.

I moved back to my chair, preparing to make my next call and flipped the remote control up to three. She jerked at the sensation and cursed quietly.

"Keep up the research. I'll want you to teach me what you learn in a few hours. Meanwhile, I need to make some calls, so please try to keep your moaning to a minimum." I turned the dial up a couple of notches, knowing it would frustrate her more than anything else and looked at the next invite.

"Charlie! It's Rick. Yeah. It has been a while." I continued to make pleasantries, gently probing whether Charlie was still playing around in the "lifestyle" as he once referred to it when we'd had a couple at Paddy's. As it turned out, he was, and he was just starting a new relationship. Pay dirt. "Hey, Charlie. I was thinking of having a little 'cock-tail' party, if you catch my drift. I know, I know. Well, Marnie was never into that kind of thing, but it's been a little while, and what do you know? I thought about the fun you always mentioned having, so, what the hell, right? Next Saturday. Can you make it? Hey, that's fantastic. Julie? Julienne. Okay. Great, I'll put you down for two. I have no idea what the evening will bring but with you...and Julienne...I know it will be something special. Great! Looking forward to it. Bye."

I turned the dial up to ten and looked over at her. She had put her hand to her mouth, whether from the vibrator or from whatever she was reading, I couldn't tell. She was starting to breathe a little heavier than usual.

"Loren." 

She looked up at me, her eyes glazed a little, her pelvis trying to move against the Rabbit. "Hunh?"

"You learning anything yet?"

"Ummm hmmm...this is fucking weird, Rick. I...I had no idea there was so many people doing this to each other." She turned the laptop toward me and I could see a video with a woman stretched upside down, her ass red from paddling, her screams silent. "I had to turn the sound down so you could make your calls." Her waist moved against the Rabbit to little effect.

"You disobeyed me, didn't you?"

She pulled her eyes away from the video and tried to focus on me, nodding.

"You expected to be punished, didn't you?"

She nodded again, her eyes flicking back to the screen, her cunt trying to squeeze against the tip of the Rabbit.

"You're not going to like what happens next, Loren, but you know it's only fair."

She paid me full attention at that point, a little fear showing in her eyes.

I got up, my dick getting hard at the thought of what she was going to do to herself, and walked past her. The pain from my blue balls nauseated me. "Don't stop whatever you're doing. I'll be right back."

I rummaged in the medicine cabinet until I found what I needed. When I re-entered the room, she looked up, anxiety and expectation distracting her from whatever else was on the screen.

I knelt down in front of her, taking the laptop away for a moment to have her full attention, not letting her see what I'd brought from the bathroom. I adjusted the Rabbit a little, pushing it further into her, the clit stimulator now just barely grazing the top of her slit. I turned it way down, forcing a moan of frustration from her.

"You're a long way from getting relief, Loren. A long way. We have all afternoon and you still have a lot of research to do. But before you continue with that, I need you to clean yourself up a little. I see that you've not been as neat around your cunt lips as I would expect."

She looked down at me through her spread open legs, confused. "What?"

I pulled out the tweezers and the hand mirror. "Why don't you take a little break from the research and take care of these unsightly hairs here." As she watched, I squeezed the tweezers against a small hair springing from her left labia and jerked it quickly. She yelped, mostly from surprise and a little from the sting.

"OOWWW! Fuck! What are you doing? Rick! Stop it?" She tried to bat my hand away, but I had already backed up a little.

"You take care of 'em. I have calls to make. And not a sound, or I'll have to gag you. Do you understand?" I handed her the tweezers, setting the mirror next to the chair and stood up. 

When I sat down, I watched as she bent forward, holding the mirror with one hand, the other struggling to get the tweezers around a hair. She tugged, pulling her lip away to no effect, until she gave it a quick tug and gasped from the pain. "I can't," she whispered. "Please." She looked up at me, pleading.

I just nodded my head as I prepared to make the next call, my expectations of her clear. My customer management system was pretty good – but I hadn't tagged everyone with all of the possible topics I might have wanted to chat about. Certainly the lifestyle wasn't something that came up very often, and I only could guess if my clients were into some kind of kink. Still, of the hundreds of contacts in my list, a quick filter on a few different keywords brought up dozens of possibilities – a little more than I would have expected. 

Being the attentive insurance guy that I am, nobody on the list had been out of contact for more than six months, so it was practically normal for them to get a call from me; normal except for the topic. But even then, I was usually spot on and they were more than intrigued at the possibility of a cocktail party to meet others similarly inclined. They were more surprised to hear it coming from the straight-arrow me than anything else. 

Loren continued pulling away, having figured out a system that seemed to keep the pain to a minimum and get the hairs out of the way. She was cursing silently, whether from the pain or at me, but I didn't really care – as long as she didn't disturb my calls. After about my sixth conversation I stopped to watch her: bent over as far as he could, with her legs secured, the mirror angled against the seat cushion, she positioned the tweezers and pulled. Her lips were swollen, small dots of red where she'd pulled out hairs, and I could see she was very very wet. She had gotten to all of the obvious hairs, and had to move the Rabbit to get to any more. 

"Will it be okay if I move this, Master Rick?" Her tone, and her submissiveness was a shift from earlier. 

"Yes, my little cunt. For now. Remember, I'll be inspecting your work. Any hair you've missed will be cause for further punishment." I smiled, moving my hand along the back of her neck, both to encourage her, and to reinforce our relationship. Maybe the research had taught her something already, or maybe the pain.

I had made it through more of the list – several messages and only a couple of actual conversations, when I looked up to see she was signaling she was done. 

"Are you sure, little cunt? Are you certain I won't find hairs?"



Rule of Thumb Ch. 08



She re-inspected herself, pointing the mirror everywhere she could, moving the Rabbit out of the way. The anal plug was still buzzing, and I could see her pussy pulsing every now and again. My dick was about as hard as it could get, the pain from the previous night's session less than it had been earlier. I needed to fuck her, but I wasn't ready. She wasn't ready. She looked up, nodding, her eyes red and puffy from the pain.

I rolled over and took the tweezers, spreading her lips. She smelled absolutely wonderful, her inner lips slick and deep pink. I looked all over, pulling her lips out to one side, up, down and across. She had indeed plucked herself clean, the skin irritated where the hairs had been. She stared at me anxiously, waiting for my determination.

"Amazingly, you have cleaned yourself up perfectly." I leaned back, readjusting the Rabbit, now fully inserted with the clit stimulator pressed tight against the top of her slit. "Don't think of this as a reward, cunt. You understand there will be even greater punishment if you cum." I rolled back to my computer and set the remote on 'random.' "I have a few more calls to make. I assume there is more for you to research."

She moaned as she grabbed the laptop and sat back, her pelvis moving with the rhythm of the Rabbit.

It was an hour later and I had made it through as many of the obvious candidates as I could. Six couples had committed, which was fine; I'd left several messages with prospects I expected to hear back from. 

Loren was still browsing, her hips moving unconsciously to the changes in rhythm of the Rabbit. I had figured she was probably numb by now, but when I looked over every once in a while I saw her eyes glaze, or move away from the laptop and her stomach tense. Still, it was time to pull the plug. Literally.

I turned off the remote triggering a moan from her. She looked over at me, her eyes questioning.

"What have you learned?" I asked, rolling over and unclipping the belt. I pulled the vibrator from her slick tunnel and eased the anal plug out. She gasped, her pussy swollen and leaking.

"Not to disobey you again, Master Rick." She looked down at my face, her expression difficult to read.

"You know that isn't going to happen, right little cunt?" I continued to use the expression, even though it was unnatural for me. Oddly, every time I said it, I felt a small tingle of power in my groin.

"I know," she sighed quietly, looking away, her pussy pulsing slightly. "I've been reading about how I crave punishment." Her eyes were tearing up. "Am I sick?" She looked back at me again, looking for any kind of support.

"I can't say," I said softly, my fingers running up from her dark bush to her breasts. "I'm not qualified to make such an evaluation." My fingers closed around her nipples and pulled softly at them, hardening them further. She shifted, pushing her breasts up in response. "But I will tell you this: I am not going to hurt you. Emotionally, or even physically beyond what you are capable of or asking for. You understand that, right Loren?"

She nodded, tears leaking down her cheeks. "I've been reading...it's just like what Mistress Anna has been saying. I'm in control. I decide how far to go. It's hard to believe... oooohhhhgodddyessss... but..." She closed her eyes and arched her back to relieve the tension I was putting on her nipples. I had pulled them as far as I could, stretching her beautiful tits into elongated pyramids. "I... just... shit that feels so good... I just don't know how to stop... aaagghhhhhh..... I'm going to cum... Rick... please... please... stop... I'm.... ooohhhhhh...f uck...."

I had let go and leaned back, watching her pussy pulse and her stomach clench. I had stopped just in time. She wasn't going to cum. Not for a long while. But my condition was a different story. I realized we hadn't fucked since last weekend in the garden. I shook my head, not quite believing it. Fuck that, I thought. Mistress Anna can go fuck herself. But I wasn't ready yet...soon...very soon.

I turned back to my client list, letting Loren stew, idly browsing the full list of clients, when a name popped up out of the sea of contacts. "Jamison..." I muttered, smiling. "If he'd be willing...shit...yes. That's exactly what we need." I turned to Loren smiling, ignoring her confusion, and leaned over, planting my mouth on hers. We tongue-wrestled for what seemed like hours, my cock getting harder at the image of what I was going to do to her next, and at the possibilities Jamison could help us with. 

I pulled away suddenly, her mouth open, eyes closed; her expression indescribable – abandon, wanton lust, sheer openness. 

"Loren," I dropped my hands to cup her breasts letting my thumbs graze over her nipples. "What position did you and Bill fuck in that got you off the most?"

Her eyes snapped open, searching my face, confused. "Wwwhaat?" She squirmed from my attention to her breasts. I just cocked my head, waiting.

A blush crept down her face. As exposed as she'd been this past two weeks, this was causing her embarrassment? Interesting.

"Bill...Bill wasn't a very adventuresome lover," she said quietly, looking down at the floor. "We mostly did it missionary..."

"That's not what I asked, was it?" I pinched her nipples to get her attention. She gasped and looked back at me, trying to remember my question.

"I...uhhh, fuck, R...Master Rick, ohhhh goddd...please...please stop." 

I pulled away, thinking about Jamison. "You think about it. What was the most intense sex you had with Bill? What did he do to get you off?"

She shook her head, a little dazed, the laptop threatening to fall off her legs, and closed her eyes. She moved the computer to the floor and lay back, breathing heavily.

Three rings and he answered. "Jamison? Hello! Yes, it's Rick! Yes, it has been too long. How're you doing?" Once again I moved through the pleasantries, learned a little about his latest romantic adventures – he was always a lady's man – and his plans for retirement. "No, this isn't a professional call, but given what you're planning, I'd be happy to set up some time to discuss your financial situation. No, this is a very personal call." I looked over to see Loren smiling; she'd obviously come up with something. I blew her a kiss.

"So, you might remember a while back you had been playing around with some...ummm...machines..." I laughed as he cut to the chase. "Yes, I couldn't remember what you called them – fuckbots – that's it." We chuckled a moment. "Whatever happened to those? Yeah? And?" He went into some detail about the enterprise – he'd made a couple, sold them, but couldn't figure out a way to get his costs down to break even. I'd never seen the contraptions, but his descriptions left little to the imagination.

"No, no...I don't think I need anything that elaborate...well...maybe. We can talk about it. I have a new girlfriend." I looked at Loren and winked, staring at her naked body splayed on the office chair, her cunt dripping and swollen, her nipples red. The next 30 minutes were going to be so delicious. "And, well, we're exploring a little...kinkier side of our love life. I'm having a cock-tail party, and I mean that in as many ways as possible; you're welcome to come, but I'm not sure it's going to be your thing. Sure – love to have you. Christine? She open to...uhhh...great! Wow. Who knew? Anyway, one of the things we've discovered is how much easier it is to train Loren...yeah, Loren...with a little mechanical assistance." Now it was Jamison's turn to laugh – a deep guttural affair, heartwarming. "You're getting the picture. We've had a chance to try some things out – mostly electrical...yeah...but quite a few simple machines as well...and naturally, well I thought of you.

"Wednesday? Great! You want to come by the house? 7? Super. You know the address, right? Hey – Jamison – really happy I caught you today, and I've got you down for two next Saturday, 6:30. Have a spectacular Sunday."

I hung up and turned my attention to Loren. She had closed her eyes again, her body relaxing after hours of stimulation. She turned to look at me, and then down at my cock, her voice shy, embarrassed. My eye caught on the square vibrator from Anna. I placed it over her split open cunt, pulling the straps tight around her waist. There was only one switch. I turned it on and enjoyed her humming in harmony with the little toy.

"I remember one time...really early in our marriage. God, I don't know how I forgot about it." She closed her eyes to concentrate, the vibrator was obviously distracting. "It was just one time, and for years I wished he would do it again, but he never did. We were both pretty drunk – we'd come back from a party – he shouldn't have been driving...anyway, we got in the house and before I knew what was up, he had stripped me, carried me to our bed and tied me up – spread-eagled, face down. I was giggling and so turned on, hoping he would spank me...The room was dark and I could only hear him moving around behind me, breathing heavily, taking off his clothes. I was already more turned on than I could remember – jeez, it must have been just a few months into our marriage."

She shifted her ass, the memories of that evening making her pussy clench. 

"He found a pillow, not one of the ones from the bed – it must have been from the couch – anyway, the fabric was rough and the thing was pretty firm. He doubled it and shoved it under my belly, pushing my ass up to give him better access, I guess. But the thing was pushing right against my clit, the rough fabric felt delicious. I began to hump it. I don't think he noticed, it was so dark. In a flash he was on top of me, shoving his cock into me. I think I screamed a little, not because it hurt, just from surprise, and it made him push harder. He was buried into me, pushing my clit against the pillow, rubbing me at the same time he started pulling out. God, it was amazing...I can't believe I forgot that night." Her fingers had drifted down to the vibrator, trying to push it against her pussy. I pulled them away, resting them on her knees. She moaned a little.

"He started double-timing, not giving me a chance to even feel him deep inside before he pulled all the way out. On the end of each stroke, in, or out, I rubbed my clit raw against the pillow, cresting, getting so close to cumming. It was nothing like this past week, Master Rick." She looked up quickly for reassurance and then down at my hardening cock, smiling at the effect her story was having. "Finally, he impaled himself deep into me, pushing my clit against the pillow and it was too much. I cried out, I remember because it was a hot summer night and the windows were open and I was worried somebody might hear me, and I came like I'd never cum before. His cock just stayed in me, pulsing. I could feel him vibrating and knew he had splurted everything he'd got deep into me." She stopped, out of breath, staring at my hard on.

"Just that once, eh?" I began unstrapping her legs, gently moving them down. She would be stiff, even if the chair was otherwise comfortable. I left the vibrator on.

She nodded, looking at my cock. It sounded a little elaborate for what I was hoping to do, but not too difficult. I had been scanning my memory for a suitable pillow, and what to tie her down with. Belts and ties? Another alternative popped into my head. 

"When you're ready to get up, go into the bedroom and lie on the bed, face down."

She raised her eyebrows, licking her lips, but didn't take her eyes of my cock. Apparently, she had learned a little from her research. I left the room to scavenge for the necessary props, a few innovations popping into my head.

"May I use the bathroom, Master Rick?" A little fear mixed with need.

"Absolutely. I don't want you making a mess on my bed."

She had done as she was told, her arms by her side, her face looking to the left. She was pushing her pelvis against the bed in a slow rhythm, and I saw the strap around her waist. That was going to stop after I figured out how to tie her down. I rummaged through Marnie's dresser pulling several bright scarves out. "Perfect," I muttered, thinking how she would have liked me to make use of them. Sitting at the end of the bed, I spread Loren's legs, tying them to the feet of the bed. Repeating the process with her arms, I stood back to admire her. She was looking at my cock, not saying a word, but she moved her pelvis, pushing herself against the covers.

"Push up a little," I instructed, reaching under her shoulder to find her left nipple. She looked at me, watching as I clamped the nipple with one of the oddest tweezers I'd ever seen. I never understood it, or why Marnie had them: it was a typical tweezer, except for a collar that slipped along its length. Pushing it toward the end, I could adjust how tight it clamped.

"OUCH! Master Rick! Shit!"

That would have been just about right, I figured. I moved to the other side and repeated the process; she seemed to be better prepared.

"You ready?" I asked, taking the living room pillow and folding it in quarters.

"Yesss?"

I pushed my hand under her, and she lifted her ass into the air to make room. With my right hand, I unclipped the vibrator and with my left, I pulled it away. Slipping the pillow beneath her, I made sure the roughest part of the fabric was directly against her clit.

"Like that?"

She nodded, gasping.

I stood back and looked at her gorgeous ass and that amazing pussy, leaking, swollen and begging to be fucked. The vibrator was still humming next to her thigh.

"What do you want me to do?" I moved onto the bed, my knees between hers.

"Fuck me, Master Rick."

"Uhh uhh. What do you want?" I slapped her ass, not too hard. I knew she wanted it.

She gasped and looked around confused. The clamps on her nipples shifted, making her wince. "What?"

"Tell me." I slapped her again.

"Your hard cock. I want you to shove your hard cock into my hot wet pussy!"

I smiled and slapped her again, demanding details, until I couldn't take it anymore and slipped my cock head into her entrance. Without waiting any longer, I pushed deep into her, letting out a deep satisfied moan. I don't know why I held off. That bitch Anna. I pulled out and pushed in again, she was so wet I moved without any friction.

I pushed in and moved my head against her ear. "There's only one thing you need to do," I counseled her. "Or rather, what you need not do: you mustn't cum. Not until I tell you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, moaning with each of my movements.

I couldn't last much longer – with all of the attention my cock had gotten in the past two days, and no relief, it was a miracle I didn't cum the moment I pushed into her. But I needed to last just a few minutes longer. Increasing the pace, I pushed her clit down onto the pillow and made sure it rubbed hard against the fabric.

"No! Master Rick! No. I can't stop it! I can't...please!"

And as I shoved into her, my crème erupting out of me, I felt her cunt spasm around me, milking me, her liquid squishing out. I almost laughed it felt so fucking fantastic. Rising up, I pushed one last time into her and then gently folded my arms to lie across her back, my lips nibbling at her earlobes.

She tried to look in my eyes, fear at what I was going to do. "I'm sorry, Master Rick." She whispered, hoping for forgiveness.

I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath and letting the sadness pass through me, and then I rolled off her, untying her arms, reaching down to unclamp her nipples. She immediately hugged me, smothering my face in kisses, pushing her tongue into my mouth. "I think I love you," she said, breathlessly, and immediately regretted it.

I looked at her and smiled gently, returning her kisses, stroking her back. "That's sweet. I like that. It's okay to tell me that." I reached down and undid her legs and she curled around to hug me closer.

"But...but...I disobeyed you...again." She pulled back to study my face. "I'm not doing such a good job am I? I've been reading all this stuff," she paused to kiss me again, "and so much of it is about being a slave. Do you want me to be your slave?"

I laughed, kissing her back. "No, Loren. I'm not interested in you being my slave. Submissive. Remember? You just like to be punished, and I guess I'm beginning to understand I like punishing. But punishment can come in all kinds of guises. You are finding ways to be punished, to disobey the rules. Just what Anna said, right?" I stroked her face, reaching down to her breast.

"You like to be spanked, but that's not punishment if you like it, right?" I waited for an answer watching her consider the notion.

"I so like to be spanked though. Couldn't we just agree that you'll spank me?"

I laughed and hugged her. "You'll get plenty of spankings, I promise. But you need something else and it's more than just slapping your ass. Think about last night, for example."

"Oh god," she moaned, remembering how strong an orgasm she'd had.

"And they didn't spank you at all, did they?" I moved my hand down her arm to her waist, letting my fingers play in her pubic hair. "Or just now..."

"So...just now...it was okay?"

I shook my head, looking her straight in the eye. "It was definitely not okay, and you will be punished for it. But not now. When I'm ready. I promise you, you won't like it."

She shivered a little and hugged me close, planting kisses on my neck and whispering promises in my ear.

It was nearly 4 o'clock and I hadn't had anything to eat all day. Extracting myself from her embrace, I turned to get off the bed when the phone rang. 

"Chrissie! What a nice surprise. Is everything okay?" My eldest daughter, a Junior in university several states away. We talked at least once a week, but I'd been so preoccupied with Loren and Anna I'd not been on top of it. "Hold on a sec, hon, okay?" I put the phone on hold and turned to Loren. "Are you hungry?" She nodded, staring at my cock. "I'm ravenous. Could you figure out something to make – would that be okay?" She smiled and nodded, only too happy to help and rolled off the bed. "Stay naked," I directed before returning to the call. I reached over and turned off the vibrator.

"Just having a friend over...hey! Well, if you must know, it's Loren from next door. Now, now, let's keep it clean. We're just neighbors...so how are you doing?" I got up and went to take a piss, muting the phone as the stream splashed. Loren's musk was almost overpowering and I felt the need to clean up. With the phone tucked under my cheek I soaped up a washcloth and gave myself a quick hand wash, gently washing my balls, my dick lengthening from the stimulation. The pain from last night returned when I squeezed my shaft. Part of me was wondering how I could be having a conversation with my daughter while I was washing myself after fucking my next door neighbor, but most of me didn't give care.

Walking into the kitchen, I watched as Loren pulled ingredients out of the pantry, the refrigerator and scanned the freezer. I silently pointed out some items she might want to consider, all the while acknowledging Chrissie's running stream of consciousness. Eventually, I gave her the generic report I always did, but she sensed something new was afoot, teasing me about maybe getting some romance in my life. She had been the first to suggest I start dating, before the first year was over. It had been doubly-hard on her, Marnie getting ill during her high-school years, needing as much help as she was supposed to be giving. Chrissie got it, in her head, but she hadn't gotten over her anger, in spite of therapy. Still, I could tell she was pulling out of it, perhaps sooner than I had. I eventually eased myself out of the call, after we had discussed when she might be coming home and turned my attention back to the kitchen.




Rule of Thumb Ch. 08



"It looks like you've got it mostly under control here, yeah?" I walked up behind her, rubbing my hands across her ass cheeks to the small of her back. She turned her face to kiss me, giving me a nice view of her breasts.

"Yep. You could wash those greens...or not..."

"I've got to make two more calls before it gets too late, if that's okay. How long before we eat?"

"15?"

"Perfect. I'll be right back."

I grabbed a robe from the bedroom and went into the study to call Gordy.

"So, here's the deal. I'm having a cock-tail party on Saturday," I got to the point after minimal pleasantries. Even though I was calling him at home, I still treated these calls as professional. "It's to introduce her to a bunch of prospects."

"Shit, Rick. You serious? She's serious business. You know that right?"

"Believe me, I know it, Gordy. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, it really helped my negotiations just dropping your name. But I want to do more than protect myself. If she's extorting people, I really want to put a stop to that. I don't give a shit what people do in the bedroom, but if she's fucking around with them on the outside, well, she deserves to get whatever we can pin on her." I was getting a little animated, thinking about the photographs and her blatant attempts to coerce me.

"It doesn't work quite like that, Rick. It takes witnesses willing to testify, and depositions, and messy exposures of people's private lives. It's how she's able to do it. Nobody wants their shit plastered on the public record."

Maybe, I thought. "You want to come?"

He paused and I could see the gears turning. Gordy had been part of the lifestyle for years, but of all the people I knew, he had the most to lose and had kept an extremely low profile. Anna only knew his name because of the work he'd done rooting out bad actors in the community – not just the swinging community, but plenty of them too. She knew he had a track record keeping people in line and she had calculated the risks, coming up in my favor. 

"I'm not sure that would be wise, Rick. Who all's going to be there?"

I read him the invitation list, knowing he wouldn't know most of 'em. "And Anna of course."

He sighed. "You know, Rick. I don't think it would be wise. I'll tell you what, though. I'll drop a dozen cards in the mail to you. Hand 'em out. Discretely, yeah? These folks should know what they're getting into. I'll give the standard free consult." He stopped and I felt like he might have something else to say. 

I waited.

"Nah. Nothing. Just...it doesn't matter, you're already down the road." He sighed. "Just be careful."

I assured him I was being as cautious as I could, but that most importantly, if there was anything I could do for him, that was my hope.

The next call was going to be a bit tougher. I breathed carefully before dialing.

"Wilson Residence."

"May I speak with the Mistress?" I wasn't sure who had answered. It didn't sound like Mamiko.

"This is Anna."

"Anna. Richard. I hope I haven't caught you at an inconvenient time."

"Not at all, Richard. Is everything okay? I trust you survived our scene from last night?" Her voice was soft, like a panther's paw.

I smiled. "I'm going to change things up a little...now hold on...let me finish. I know we're just getting started, but I wanted to hold up my end of the bargain and I've arranged to have a few friends over for a cock-tail party next Saturday." Again, I emphasized the word.

Her laugh was like breaking glass. I winced.

"And I thought you could take this as an opportunity to do a little prospecting. Everyone I've invited is already in the lifestyle to one extent or another, but based on your depth of experience, I'm sure they could all use some counseling."

"Richard, you don't miss a beat. Okay, what time?"

"6:30. Feel free to bring Mamiko if you think it appropriate. And, perhaps we can use Loren as a case study of how quickly you get results?"

She laughed a little more softly this time, and I imagined she was shaking her head. "Okay. 6:30, next Saturday. Expect two of us. Thanks for the call, Rick."



Rule of Thumb Ch. 09



"Loren?" It was 5PM on Wednesday. "How was your day?" I undid my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt, thinking about the coming evening. "You have dinner plans?" I smiled, knowing she didn't, knowing she was just as likely waiting by the phone for me to invite her over. "Hmmm...well, I would love to see you over here. Five minutes too soon?" I smiled again, knowing she would be there before I had set the phone in its cradle.

In my sweatpants and shirt, I met her at the door, whisking her inside and planting a kiss hard against her. I hardly noticed what she was wearing, except she was dressed; in a few minutes she wouldn't be.

"I've got some pasta we can boil up, or there's a pork shoulder I have from the slow cooker..." We walked together into the kitchen, sizing up the possibilities. "But whatever we're having, I need you to be out of those clothes in less than a minute."

It caught her by surprise, and she paused for a few seconds, then quickly unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her jeans and was nude in the kitchen, folding her clothes onto a chair.

"Nice, my little cunt." I ignored her, focusing on preparing the meal. "Jamison will be here in about an hour. This is part of your punishment for disobeying me on Sunday."

She looked at me, at her reflection in the window and back, knowing I had something in mind, but not at all sure what it was. "You...you're...not going to let him...fuck me, are you?" She said the last part so quietly I could barely hear her. 

I smiled and turned to her, letting her stew in her own worst fantasies. "I'm not sure it'll come to that. You'll be making the decisions. C'mon, help me figure out dinner."

* - * - * - *

"Holy Crap, Rick!" Jamison turned the corner into the living room, Loren kneeling, her legs splayed, her arms behind her head. "Is this Loren?"

She didn't look up, keeping her eyes on the floor a few feet in front of her.

"I never in a million years...criminy..."

"Loren, say hello to Master Jamison."

"Hello Master Jamison."

It was comical, Jamison circling around her, like a shark. "Do you mind?" 

I shrugged and sat down to watch. He moved up to her from behind and began to run his hands down her neck, across her fingers, down her back to the top of her ass. She shivered but didn't move. Walking in front of her, he started again at the top, slipping his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to open wide, taking her tongue out and looking inside, then wiping his wet fingers on her breasts, moving down to her bush, to finally slip into her pussy.

"Shit, you found a keeper, Rick. Shit. She's so wanting this." He pushed his fingers back into her mouth until she had sucked them clean. She looked miserable, but didn't complain or put a stop to it. "You like girl fur?"

I grunted a small laugh at the term and shrugged. "It's a turn-on, yeah. You?"

"I can take it or leave it. Christine insists on keeping everything shaved. It makes things more difficult in some ways, and a lot easier in others." He sat down next to me, opening the folder he'd handed me when he arrived. I had Loren's laptop open as well.

"So, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, we're getting some instruction from a woman up the street – Anna Wilson – know her?" He paused a moment and shrugged noncommittally, suggesting I go on. "Anyway, she's got quite a consultancy..." I paused, watching him look up and smile. "...and, well, she's got a ton of gadgets. Says her late husband put them together. They're pretty well crafted, I'll grant her that."

"Like what?"

"Well, she's got this thing she calls a 'trainer.'" Loren squirmed a little at hearing the words. I nodded toward her. "It's pretty effective. A small box, small enough for her Japanese sub to hold in one hand a bit clumsily, two hands easily." I took a pencil and sketched an outline on some blank paper in the folder. "About that big. It's got at least six wires coming out of it..."

"Six, or could it be eight?"

I didn't really know what difference it made, but I tried remembering the two times I'd seen it. "One probe for her rectum, one for her cunt, two clips for her labia, two for her nipples and one for a mouthguard. There may be more even, but those I'm sure I've seen." Loren shivered again, trying not to lose her balance. I had put her knees on folded towels knowing she would be there for at least an hour. My cock pulsed at the sight of her.

"So, okay, and does it plug in or..."

"Nope. Not that I could see. Mamiko, her assistant, takes it out of a cabinet. It's possible there's some kind of charging station there. Anyway, she attaches the probes or what-not, flips some switches, turns some dials and we sit back to watch Loren struggle." I scrunched my lips, remembering how easy they'd made it. "Her husband died years ago, so whatever technology he used, it's pretty ancient. Ancient, but effective."

"That's an easy one. Depending on how elaborate you want the box, about $50 in materials, maybe ½ day in labor. Let's ballpark it at $500. Here's how it works – it's like an acupuncturist's stimulator. No?" He grabbed the laptop and typed in some keywords. Moments later there were dozens of images of almost the exact thing we had been looking at. A few more clicks and we got pricing.

"See, this one has only two leads - $800. Total ripoff. This one has four, $400, but no battery. That's always a choice, if you prefer. Just not nearly as convenient." He looked up at me as I studied the array of 'trainers.'

"How does it work?"

"Right – so there's probably four 9V cells, connected to a transformer. Micro-amps when all's said and done, and that's a good thing, but great voltage – maybe as high as 20K. It's the current that kills you. Anyway, the switches control which probes are charged, and the dials likely control the voltage level, and maybe the frequency as well...yeah, here." He had found a few more acupuncturist tools and pointed to one with two knobs. "So, there might be an inverter in there too, or it could be just a transistor to switch the current on and off. Anyway, imagine the current like a vibrator – changing the frequency changes the rhythm, and changing the charge changes the intensity. Put them together and there's likely some delightful results." He smiled, waiting for me.

I took the computer and did my own browsing, seeing if I could beat his price. One item came up for $400 that appeared to have almost everything, but the vendor claimed it was out of stock.

"Deal," I said. That seemed to be such a great tool. "How long?"

"I could probably get it done by Saturday if I can get the parts. Maybe Sunday. What else?"

I displayed the bookmarks Loren had saved from her research on Sunday – various gear that I couldn't begin to comprehend even though it didn't take much imagination to see how to use it. 

"These nipple clamps seem like an interesting thing." 

He studied them for a minute and laughed. "Titanium. Hah! Okay. So they want to charge $50 for a single screw based clamp. Look, that's stupid. Here – for $10 you can get a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. Probably a better deal and just as useful. In fact, I think I can find you a pair at the hardware store for even less."

I paged through what she had found, mostly paddles and a couple of restraints. "Give me a minute..." I started diving into the restraint area and found a few things I thought would be useful. "How about these spreader bars – they worth it?"

He looked and shook his head. "I can gin a couple of those up for about $50 that will do everything they're saying, and a whole lot more. Look – they're only good to about 4' – that's not enough, by a long shot. And there's no way to attached anything to 'em. How about a 6' bar, totally adjustable, with a way to hook her hands, or whatever else? Yeah?"

I nodded, grinning. "Hey, you want a beer? I've got to know more about those fuckbots..."

We left Loren, spread and waiting. Jamison's passion was the ultimate fucking machine, and even though he'd not been successful at marketing the ones he'd created, he was convinced he'd built something unique. Returning to the living room, we stared at her.

"Well, Jamison, the other night they had her tied down and penetrated by two pistons – one in her pussy and the other in her ass. But more than that, she had an endoscope in there too...with lights. It was pretty amazing. Closed circuit TV, watching her cum In-fucking-credible."

Jamison cracked up and shook his head. "Out of my league, and way too much for you to spend. Except the penetrators. I've got that part down pretty well...it's just not as flexible as I'd like..."

"It's okay." I looked over at her, watching her lick her lips listening to us discuss her as if she wasn't there. I could tell she was getting off on it, but just to be sure I got up and knelt down behind her. "Anna said I could pick up a simpler version from some shop downtown for about $250. But more than penetration, what I'm really interested in is a way to slap her." My words belied my actions as I slipped two fingers into her slit. She was hot, wet and so needing something, even as she was tiring. Ever the trooper, she wasn't going to give up. She knew this was part of her punishment, and her real fear was that this would end with Jamison's cock in her. At the mention of a machine that would spank her, she perked up. I smiled.

"A spanker, eh?" He took a swig and thought about it. I came back to the couch and pulled up a couple of bookmarks Loren had saved.

"Like these?" There were several, running anywhere from $50 to $250 dollars.

He studied them and shook his head, disapproving. "It's more of a challenge than you'd think at first. Getting the acceleration just right, being able to adjust the force. And you don't want to spend a lot of time setting it up. Also, the harder it hits, the more stable you need the base. These," he pointed to a couple, "they're total bullshit. Look at that. Pathetic.

"No, to get the right force, you'd need to change the arm length, or be able to adjust the tension. Two arms would be better than one, but you'd want to be able to adjust them identically, otherwise it would be too much of a drag." He took another swig.

He thought about it for a moment, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Hah! You know, there could be a way to do multiple arms. I've been thinking about spokes, but it could just as easily be rings, and yes, you could have as many slappers as you'd want, all adjusted by one control. Great idea! Wow, Rick this might actually have some potential!" He quickly sketched out what he was thinking. "It could be run by a simple variable speed, battery operated drill. Nothing fancy - $60, maybe $100. The assembly material could be a bit pricey – you'd probably want something that doesn't rust – stainless or aluminum – let's say $500 in materials, and the labor would still be about a ½ day...let's say a day. We're looking at something like $1500 – guestimate?"

I sighed and sat back. That seemed way too pricey. But then again, letting the thing do the spanking while I sat back and watched – that was almost priceless. "As opposed to $250? That seems way too much...I mean, I don't want to discount your craftsmanship, and I know they're selling these in volume, but I don't have a big budget."

"Hmmm....okay, let me think about it. I still think the way we're talking about has some great possibilities. If I could get the material costs down...but it would still take me a day to fabricate. Anyway, let me think about that one. Anything else?"

I hadn't seen much of Anna's collection, so I couldn't tell him what else might be of interest. I didn't think we needed the X-box – although the memory of it brought a rise to my cock. "No, that's it for now. Let's get started on the trainer, let me get those nipple clamps...oh wait, you thought you could find em, right? And the spreader bar. Loren?" She looked up, but not over. "Anything else you think we should be doing or making?" She blushed for some weird reason. Being exposed, felt up, treated like an object, and now, a simple question about what we should build for her made her blush. "What's that about?"

She inhaled, screwing up her courage. "I...well, I think we might need something to keep me from screaming." 

I looked back at her bookmarks and saw an entire section on gags. Jamison gave me some pointers on which ones would likely be of greatest service and I ordered them right on the spot. They weren't that expensive and I loved where she was going. 

"Hey, buddy. Thanks for taking the time. This is going to be great!" I looked over at him and saw him hesitating. "Is there something else?"

He stared at Loren and looked back at me. "Is she available?"

I hesitated, thinking I'd like to see her violated, but unsure if I really wanted him to fuck her. 

She shook her head, softly, but didn't say a word, pleading with her eyes without turning her head. Such a good little trainee. She knew it would only get worse if she protested, and she knew how to put a stop to it. This was her punishment for an earlier transgression; fucking this up would only lead to more punishment later. Not that she wouldn't do it, just for that reason. She did want to be punished, after all. She swallowed and closed her eyes.

"I'll tell you what, Jamison. Let's see how well that trainer works this Sunday. If it's as good as I hope it will be, we'll have her begging for you to fuck her. What do you think?" I wasn't sure where I was going, but the thought of sharing her, of forcing her to offer herself to a stranger made me hard.

We got up and I saw him to the door, reminding him about our cocktail party and looking forward to meeting Christine.

Returning to the living room, I stood and stared at her, her breasts, the tufts of hair. She was shaking a little, whether from fatigue or anxiety I couldn't tell.

"Master Rick," she said quietly, careful to keep her eyes on the ground. "Would you really let him fuck me?" She shook a little more, goosebumps rising on her breasts. 

I knelt down in front of her, taking her hands off her head to let them rest on her knees and kissed her face. "You will decide. You will know and you will let him, or not." I let my fingers drape across her breasts and she shivered again, the smell from her arousal lighting a spark in me. I held her nipples and stared into her eyes, reassuring myself that this is what she really wanted. The look she returned was mostly relief, with a healthy dose of lust. She so wanted what I was doing, not only just right then, but what I was planning. She reached her hands around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss.

"Let's talk about Saturday night. It's the more important of the two." I sat back a little, letting my fingers play with her nipples. "I want you to pick out one single thing you absolutely want to wear to the cocktail party. I want you to be stunning."

She looked at me smiling, thinking, her eyes glinting. "I have a great little dress," she said with girlish laugh. "It's killer."

I reached over and kissed her again, my hands sliding along her back.

"You are not going to touch yourself until I tell you, right?" Pulling away slightly, I slipped my sweatpants down to reveal my hard on. "But I need a little relief here."

She looked down and smiled, taking one of her hands to cup my balls, the other to gently grip my cock. "Does this feel nice?" She asked softly, looking me in the face.

I let out a sigh, resting my arms on her shoulder and leaning my forehead against hers. We stared down together, watching as she played with me, her breasts and bush framing my erection. She had great technique – not too hard, not too much friction. Gently coaxing me, as if she were milking the sperm out of my balls. Swollen, but not crazy-purple-angry like I had been subjected to, my cock peeked up at her, its Cyclops eye opening a little, moistening.

"You want me to make you cum?" In that same soft voice, she tilted her head slightly to press her lips against mine, the contact shooting a lightning bolt down to her fingers. I murmured something, our tongues exploring the insides of each other's cheeks, and I could feel the pressure building past the point of no return. I pulled from the kiss.

"It will make a mess," I barely squeezed out as I felt the eruption starting.

In a flash she ducked her head down and took the first drops on her face, the rest into her mouth, sucking the salty crème, her tongue sliding across the swollen head and down the shaft making me spasm. It was over in three heartbeats, her hands sliding behind me to rest on the waistband of my sweatpants. Scooting back slightly, she rested her head in my lap, keeping my cock in her mouth until I had finished spasming, her tongue lapping up the remaining globs that oozed out.

I rubbed her naked back, staring down at the crack of her ass cheeks, the faint red lines from the welts I had given her over a week ago making me clench my penis, issuing another drop.

"Mmmmmm" she cooed, snuggling deeper into my lap.

I couldn't believe what was happening. In the span of a just a few days our lives had turned upside down in ways we'd never have imagined. And now, with the party on Saturday, we were about to step into a whole new world.

"When do you have to be at work tomorrow?" I slipped my hands around her ribs to toy with her nipples.

"Regular time," she said sleepily. "8."

"Sleep here tonight."

Looking back on it several months later, we often decided it was a key turning point in our relationship. In spite of all the things we had done, and were going to do, as we figured our way through tops and bottoms, that one statement – a mixture of directive and request – was one of the key things that separated past from future. 

She hesitated, just for half a beat, calculating the disruption to her routine, the risk of being late, what she would sleep in. "Okay," she said in that same soft voice. "But we've got to sleep. I can't be up all night."

* - * - *

Saturday morning, a cleaning crew was at the house at 8AM. I wasn't expecting the caterers until 5, and I had a list of things to pick up for the party. In all, 12 couples had accepted – far more than I had expected, but it would make for a helluva night. My cock twitched at my fantasies. Charlie's girl, Julienne...what did she look like. What would the evening lead to?

I shook the images out of my head, and went next door to check on Loren. 

"Hey!" She greeted me in her pajamas, her hair tousled and face still showing signs of sleep. "Come in! Have you had coffee?" She kissed me and turned to the kitchen.

"I've been up a while – sure, I'll take a cup."

Her house was laid out nothing like mine, a series of remodels by past owners had cut the main floor into a wild patchwork of rooms, like an archeological dig – the date of each clearly readable by its era of decorating. I knew Bill couldn't afford to redo the place, but maybe they didn't care. 

She poured and we stared out to the ravine below, birds and squirrels flitting around.

"So," I said, "I'd love to see what you've picked out for tonight." My eyes twinkled mischievously, and she giggled.

"I have it laid out upstairs, c'mon."

She took me to one of the guest rooms. On the bed was a great "little black dress" that I knew would fit her like a glove. I nodded approvingly. "Nice."

"I know, right?" She was excited. She'd not had much chance of showing herself off for years and she was going to go all out. "And I've got these great shoes, and take a look..." she opened a black box on the bed to reveal a beautiful string of black pearls. "From my grandmother. Not cultured. I've only had a chance to wear them once."

I closed the distance between us and hugging her back tight against me, pressing my arms against her breasts. Kissing and nibbling at her neck, I smiled at how incredibly she had fucked herself. "You know what the evening is about, right?" 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 09



She turned to look at me, questioningly. "You're trying to get us out from under Anna, right Rick? You're introducing her to prospects so we can say we've met our side of the bargain."

I nodded and kissed her, realizing she only had half a clue.

I left and checked in with the catering staff, confirming they understood it would be a little kinky. The owner was a client, and while she raised her eyebrows at whatever she imagined I meant by 'kinky,' she shrugged. "As long as your check is good, and nobody gets hurt, I really don't care."

By 6PM Loren had come over, looking amazing. She had done something to her hair, her makeup accentuated her eyes, and the outfit was breathtaking. She seemed a little nervous, perhaps at meeting so many of the people in my life that had known Marnie, even if casually.

At 6:30, Anna and Mamiko arrived, Mamiko pulling a rolling cart behind her, wearing an outfit of diaphanous silk scarves. When she stood still you could see her naked body just barely behind the sheer material, but when she moved, the shifting fabric hid her nakedness. I stared as she walked through the door.

"I know we're unfashionably on time, Rick, but I thought it best for us to get situated." She proffered a kiss on each cheek and made her way into the living room. Loren greeted both of them courteously and cautiously, sipping from a drink.

By 7, most of the couples had arrived. I knew at least one of the partners in each pair, and in a couple of cases both. Charlie and Julienne greeted me warmly; she dressed in a knit tube dress that looked painted on. She clearly wore no bra, as her large breasts were suspended by the material.

By 7:30 the party was in full swing – the bartender kept everyone's glasses full, and I could see that at least two couples weren't coming. Still, it was a good showing, and the conversation was lively. I noticed that Anna remained in the background, sipping her drink and chatting only when someone sat near her. I discovered Mamiko sitting in the kitchen with the caterers. "Until later," she said politely.

By 8 o'clock it was time. 

"Okay, everyone, hey. Hey. I wanted to thank you all for coming tonight." Conversations began to die down and people turned their attention to me near the front of the room. "You might want to take a seat, as I could be a few minutes." I smiled.

"First of all, there should never be an excuse for a party, right?" I waited for the cheers to die down. "But tonight I have a special reason to party. Loren? Can you come over here?" She picked up her drink and made her way next to me. "I hope you've all had a chance to meet this beautiful woman who I was living next door to for so many years but never really knew." I looked into her eyes, smiling. The alcohol was making it all too easy.

"A couple of weeks ago, we discovered something we had in common completely by accident, and, well, since then, we've not been able to think of anything else." I slipped my hand down to her ass cheek and grabbed it firmly. She jumped a little, looking at me surprised. "Do you want to tell them or should I?"

She shook her head, her smile fading to a look of confusion and anxiety.

"It's okay, Loren. Everyone in the room is together for the same reason." I waited a moment and shrugged. "She's still very self-conscious about it." I paused again, pulsing her ass. "You sure you don't want to explain why we're together?"

She shook her head, silently pleading for me to stop, her eyes growing wide with fear.

"So," I turned to the crowd, "Loren revealed to me, right in my backyard, that she needs to be punished when she is 'bad.' Who else has that same need?" As we looked out into the sea of faces, several hands were raised and heads nodded. "You see, sweetheart. They're all with you. There's nothing to be shy about. Why don't you tell them how you like to be punished." I didn't state it as a question, my hand pinched her ass cheek hard enough to make her squirm.

"I like...I like to be spanked." She said it so quietly, looking at the floor, that I practically couldn't hear her.

"Louder, my little cunt. Louder so that everyone can hear you." At the use of the term she looked up at me and begged me again with her eyes, her head shaking. "You know how to end this; otherwise, I'm not going to ask you again." I looked out and caught Anna's eye. She lifted her glass to me, smiling slightly.

"I like to be spanked, Master Rick!" She said it loud enough for the caterers to hear and I rubbed her ass to give her support.

"That's right, Loren. You like to be spanked, but again, how many people here know that to be punished in the way you actually like isn't truly punishment?" Again, several people responded. Several couples were beginning to fondle each other, kissing deeply and slipping their hands inside their partner's clothes. "You see the effect you're having on our guests, my little cunt?" I turned her face to look and stroked her ass.

"But Loren had been living with this unrequited need for so long it became problematic, hadn't it?" I waited until she nodded, her eyes cast down in front of her, her body vibrating slightly from anxiety, waiting to see where I was going. "Loren actually began to misbehave so that she could get punished. Anybody here experience that?" Again, several guests nodded, but it looked like the doms in almost all cases. The dynamic in the room was shifting subtly. The subs had grown quieter, waiting or beginning to pay attention to their partners.

"In a moment I want to give a special guest a chance to introduce herself formally. Hopefully, you've had a chance to meet her and chat. But before we go there, I want you to hear a little more about Loren and her tendency to misbehave. Loren? I want you to tell our friends what happened last Sunday, and why you ultimately had to be punished for it."

"Rick!" She hissed. "You can't be serious!"

I looked at her, my eyes firm, as if to remind her of the proper way to say 'no.' But I knew the turmoil was adding to the alcohol and turning her on.

"I..."

I turned her face to the group and had her start again.

"I...Master Rick had told me I couldn't climax, but I couldn't help myself and...so..." Her eyes were brimming from the struggle, her body shivering; her hands clutched her drink as if it were a liferope.

"That's right. And what was your punishment?"

She swallowed, looking around. "I was stripped and exposed to Jamison on Wednesday and cannot touch myself until you tell me I can."

I nodded and took the last swig of my drink. "Yep. Now, there's something else that Loren has done to disobey me. First of all – doesn't she look absolutely amazing?" I stepped back and presented her with my hands as if she were a celebrity; many of the guests hooted and clapped. "This is really a fantastic outfit, sweety. It really suits you.

"But the problem is, you didn't listen to me on Wednesday and chose to disobey me, didn't you?"

She looked back at me, confused, her mouth saying no and her head shaking. I stroked her head and neck, comforting her, but nodded my head.

"Can you remember what I said to you?"

"You said pick out an outfit I thought would be special..."

I shook my head interrupting her. "Here's what I said: 'I want you to pick out one single thing you absolutely want to wear to the cocktail party. I want you to be stunning.'" I let the words sink in and watched her reaction.

I grabbed her glass as she was about to drop it, her hands flying to her mouth. "But I didn't think..."

I interrupted her again and turned to the crowd. "And how many of your subs just don't think..." Smiles erupted along with nods and a few shouts of agreement.

"...you meant just one piece clothing..." She had made fists and I could see the frustration and feeling of betrayal on her face. "And you saw what I laid out this morning and didn't stop me!" She turned and beat her fists against me in frustration. I set down our glasses and grabbed her wrists.

"That's enough." I held her and made her look at me until she understood how much more difficult she was making it for herself. She shook her head in disbelief that I would put her in this position.

"Did you think your punishment for Sunday's infraction was over on Wednesday? And now, with this major act of disobedience, it's the same old thing all over again, right? You're just looking for excuses to be punished."

She shook her head but knew she had only one way out or continue. I could see the struggle, even as couples in the room were beginning to squirm at her discomfort. Charlie had begun to peel Julienne's top down across her breasts, exposing and pinching them. Others began to unzip, unbutton and unsnap clothing to get better access to their partner or expose them to the room.

Her breathing changed; she exhaled heavily and looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Master Rick. I completely misunderstood your instructions."

"So, before we begin tonight's punishment..."

She looked up, her shivering like tremors, her hands coming to behind her neck, hoping for leniency.

"...we'll need to correct your wardrobe." I stood away and surveyed her. "One thing. A special thing." I let her think about it. "Obviously the shoes have to go."

She didn't hesitate, slipping the black pumps off.

"And the stockings of course."

She moved her hands from her neck up under dress and peeled the panty hose down. 

"And if you're wearing panties, those might as well come off as well..."

She paused and returned her hands, pulling panties and hose down at the same time. She was breathing heavily now, and blushing, not looking up from the floor.

"Look at what you're doing to our guests, my little disobedient cunt." I pushed her chin up. We scanned the group. With one or two exceptions, at least one of each couple was naked, or nearly so, focusing their attention on their partner or making themselves available to their partner.

"Are you wearing a bra?" I knew she was. She nodded. "Off."

She reached under her dress and unsnapped her bra slipping it through an arm hole. She was beginning to think that she was home free, sighing in relief.

I turned and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue against hers. She melted against me, feeling my erection through my pants, her hand pressing on it as if to apologize or beg for forgiveness. I whispered in her ear. "You will be severely punished tonight, you little cunt, for how badly you disobeyed me. Do you understand?" Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded her head not knowing specifically what was in store for her. In a heartbeat she realized Anna and Mamiko would be using her to demonstrate their skills, and she shook her head, frantically.

"I'm sorry, Master Rick. Please..." She cried in my ear as I stroked her neck, my hand traveling to the zipper of her dress. I pulled it down to her waist and stepped back.

"Please show our guests what you consider to be the single most special thing you wanted to wear tonight." I pointed to the coffee table next to us, indicating she should stand on it.

She moved quietly and slowly to stand a foot higher, now on display for everyone and shrugged the dress off her shoulders letting it drop in a pile. Moving her hands to the back of her neck, she spread her legs and let them see her stripped naked with the exception of the gorgeous string of pearls around her neck.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 10



I smiled at her approvingly, running my hand down her ass to feel how wet she was, sliding my finger into the bottom of her slit. She moaned in protest but kept her position.

"And so, that's how it's been for the past two weeks! Amazing, wouldn't you say?" At least half were watching us even as they were playing with their partners – the others were turned away being played with.

"But, we couldn't have made as much progress as we've made without some amazing help. I've invited a neighbor, Ms. Anna Wilson, to tell you a little about her consultancy. Ms. Wilson is a certified sex therapist...I'm sorry...counselor, specializing in BDSM and power relationships. It was a complete fluke that Anna, Loren and I got together, but we're glad we did. Mistress Anna?"

Anna had moved to the table, standing on the other side of Loren, and as if by magic, Mamiko appeared behind, the rolling cart opened and ready. Anna turned to me and whispered, "Can you get Mamiko the vibrator we gave you last week? It is the perfect complement to what we have in mind." As she turned to the room, I quickly went to my study and retrieved the odd square vibrator.

"...I've spoken with most of you already, so I don't need to go into details about what services I can offer you. Instead, as Master Rick has so graciously set up, we have the opportunity to demonstrate a little of the training program that he and Loren are undertaking." 

Mamiko joined Loren on the table, her silks rubbing against Loren's naked skin. She set down what looked like a folding bar stool, three legs crossing to support a small perforated metal seat with a tiny lip forming the back. Mamiko helped Loren sit on it, carefully positioning her so that her legs draped over the front, her feet barely touching the floor. Strapping them in place to the stool legs, she effectively locked her to the metal. Loren let out a small yelp as Mamiko made an adjustment, her eyes growing wide as she looked down between her legs. Taking Loren's arms, Mamiko pulled them behind her, fastening her wrists to the rear lip with small cuffs. I couldn't see what she was doing, but Mamiko was fiddling around with her hands. She turned to take the vibrator from me and carefully positioned it over Loren's split open pussy.

"One of the ways we help accelerate training is through various devices. The double penetration chair Loren is getting situated on will allow us to spend the evening enjoying ourselves with minimum attention to her punishment. Because, wouldn't you agree, our subs' punishment should not distract us from our relaxation? Right?"

Anna's voice caught the crowd's attention and almost everyone stopped to see the show.

"Right now, Mamiko is positioning two dildos into Loren – one into her very wet cunt, and one into her anus. But the discomfort Loren will be feeling is just beginning. These dildos extend quite deep – perhaps as much as 10 inches each. As with the best of punishments, we want the sub to be in control, right?" She gave it a theatrical pause. "Mamiko has given Loren that control: two bulbs are in her hands that she can squeeze and pump. The more she squeezes, the more the phalluses will move into her. Kind of like the water guns at the circus, eh?" She waited again while Mamiko made some minor adjustments. 

"So, you might ask, why would she bother to impale herself so uncomfortably? The problem she faces is, until those cocks are fully extended, she will be feeling a small electrical shock through the wall between her cunt and her ass. With each increment up inside her the shocks will get more intense. Only after they are fully extended will the electricity stop." Like a stage magician, she turned to look at the crowd. "But it gets really insidious: fully impaled she will be very uncomfortable, the dildos filling her up to her cervix, and possibly her transverse colon. Very uncomfortable, but at least no shocks, right? Except, the system leaks air a little, and the phalluses start to come back down, the electricity kicking in again."

She paused to watch Loren and wait for the crowd's attention. "If that weren't enough, on the reverse stroke it's truly devilish. No amount of pumping will get them back up – they will just drift down of their own accord until they hit nearly bottom, at which point the process starts again, a little more intensely. If you've not settled into your own routine, you may get a kick out of watching the entertainment Rick and Loren are providing this evening." Anna turned back to her and with a cruel smile stroked her nails across Loren's nipples, tilting her chin up to look at her.

"What do you say to your Mistress?"

"Thank you Mistress Anna," she barely breathed out.

Anna slapped her breasts hard. "Not to me, cunt. To your guests!"

"Thank you Mistress Anna!" She shouted, crying from the pain and humiliation. Her expression was one of pure hatred, looking from Anna to me and back.

"I look forward to meeting each of you for the next half an hour while this unworthy cunt is properly punished." As if on cue, Mamiko flipped a switch and Loren yelped in pain.

"Quiet! If you can't keep yourself quiet, you know what we'll do!" I watched as Loren began pumping her hands, tears filling in her eyes. Mistress Anna took me by the arm and turned to the first couple next to the table.

I had known Arnie for at least 10 years – a quiet accountant who often swapped financial planning strategies with me. His wife, Amie, was a heavy set woman with a gorgeous face. They both looked a little uncomfortable at the attention we were paying them.

"Arnie. Amie. Have you had a chance to chat with Mistress Anna?" 

They mumbled something, extending their hands. 

"Is this distressing to you?" Mistress Anna waved at Loren's tormented face.

They nodded slightly, looking to me as if to apologize. "We didn't...we didn't really know what might be happening tonight...and we were discussing leaving." Arnie shrugged the apology.

"And yet," Mistress Anna looked them both in the eye, "you are both wearing chastity devices of one sort or another, aren't you?"

I was as surprised as they were. They mumbled something again and looked down at each other, a sure give away she had struck gold. "How...?"

"It's no magic trick, really. I've been watching you since you came in. You couldn't walk very well, either of you, and you've been rooted to this seat for over an hour. When you cross your legs, I see you wincing and I suspect you have something shoved up your anuses, if not your deliciously oversized cunt."

Their mouths and eyes became miniature saucers, her use of the vulgar term causing Amie to turn purple.

"If you were to permit me to undress you, I think I would find that Amie is fully caged, including her breasts, perhaps being held in place by piercings through your nipples?"

Amie breathed in, causing her to wince, her hand going to Arnie's crotch for moral support, but rested on a box-like structure below the placket of his trousers.

"I understand how this may be discomfiting," Anna went on, pulling out a card. "I can see you've been struggling with your relationship and that this latest experiment is only working out so-so. Am I right?" She didn't wait, pressing the card into Amie's hand. "I can help. I can help you both. There are some marvelous things we can do together to get you two on the right path. Give me a call..." And she moved on.

I looked over my shoulder at Loren to see if she was mastering the task or if the device was getting the better of her. It looked like a dead heat. Tears flowing down her face, her arms straining, her stomach clenching. I could almost see the phallus pushing up against her belly, or maybe I was imagining it. When she moaned, no matter how quietly, Mamiko snapped her nipples and shshhed her. I think it gave her some comfort knowing someone was watching her in case she pulled the rip cord.

Mistress Anna engaged the next several couples, suggesting a slightly changed position, a more open spread to the woman's lips, a lighter touch on the man's cock. She stepped in, asking politely for permission, and then took control, adjusting the couples in ways that obviously increased their enjoyment. I continued to admire how much of an eye she had for this work.

Jim and Denise I'd known for several years as well. He was always a strong-willed guy, a construction contractor, decisive and macho. I had been surprised when I looked at the crowd to see she had him on his hands and knees his face buried between her legs. He was making snuffling noises, but she didn't appear to be getting off on it.

"May I make a suggestion?" Anna sidled up next to her on the couch. 

Denise looked over and shrugged. "He's not making much progress this way, the fucking worm. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, yes, he's obviously needing some training in the art of cunnilingus, although I suppose you're going to say he does just fine at home..." Denise nodded, raking her nails along his side. "I would suggest, first of all, that he be stripped completely. He needs to know his cock and balls, and ass, are exposed to everyone – to truly remove any sense of propriety. Yes?" Denise pursed her lips and shrugged, suggesting she was getting around to it eventually.

"Yes, well, now would be a good time. Jim? Please stand up and undress for your mistress." Anna caught Mamiko's eye, turned to me and suggested I hang around Loren until Mamiko could return. I watched from Loren's side as Anna's assistant brought the wooden box of implements they had used on me last week.

"You...I hate you..." Loren hissed under her breath. "I'm so going to hurt you when this night is over..."

I looked over in shock at the emotion on her face. She knew what she could do and she knew I knew. I looked at her shaking my head and raising my shoulders a little. "Just stop it."

"It wouldn't matter at this point. It isn't this punishment I can't stand..." She grimaced as the phalluses moved, whether in our out I couldn't tell. "It's how you tricked me. You. Knew. And. You. Could. Have. Helped!" She burst into tears and turned her head away, her arms and hands working hard on the grips. I was in shock and turned to see Anna calling me over.

Jim was back on his hands and knees, his mouth under Denise's skirt, but Mamiko had inserted a slightly different plug into his ass from the one they had used on me. She had snapped the cock-ring around his quickly hardening cock. The biggest difference was a set of leather straps they had fed through the assplug and handed to Denise.

"You see, for him to give you pleasure, he needs to be stimulated. Not necessarily in a way he prefers, but in a way that makes it easy for you. Play around with the straps – like a pony, you can see what happens when you pull to the left, to the right, or full on forward." She left her card on the small of his back and moved on.

"Mistress Anna?" I stopped her before she got to Charlie and Julienne. Charlie had rolled Julienne's one-piece down to her waist and was toying with the largest hoop piercings I'd ever seen, flipping them up and down across her nipples, his hands lost in her 38DDs. Her breasts were ginormous, pale white with blue veins, her areolas and nipples a deep pink, the piercings adding an almost byzantine decoration. I stared, momentarily distracted from my question.

"Yes, Master Rick. What is it?" She stared at Julienne's breasts and asked Charlie if it was okay to feel them.

"I think maybe we pushed Loren too far and I'm concerned." I said quietly so only she could hear. "What she just said, was alarming." Anna waited, distracted by Julienne's breasts. "She said she hated me and that she intended to hurt me when this was over." I was embarrassed that I had screwed things up.

She looked up at me and smiled, a kind of venomous, calculating smile that gave me no warmth. "Excellent," she said, moving her hand from Julienne's breast to my cheek. "This is amazing progress. We'll discuss it after the party. Right now, I need to help these poor souls out.

"Charlie – do you have any idea what Julienne wants you to do with those piercings? Do you think she simply wants you to flick them about, up and down? I realize you've only been together a short while, but look at those breasts, man! Those piercings aren't for flipping, are they Julienne?"

Julienne was distracted looking at the others in the room, at Loren's torture and at some internal dialog she was probably running through to get herself aroused. At Mistress Anna's mention of her name, she focused on her and shook her head.

"Your tie, Charlie. Please hand me your tie." Taking the thin silk from his hand, she fed it through each ring, wrapping it once before threading it along and handed the ends back to him. "She wants you to ride her like the pony girl she is. Funny how the two couples are next to one another. PULL those reins until she moves like you want her to! Now!"

The volume and passion of her voice caught several others off guard, stopping whatever they were doing to watch as Charlie pushed her onto all fours, pulled the dress up to her waist and her panties down. He shoved his cock deep into her. Rearing back onto his knees, he pulled on his tie, flattening her large breasts against her sides, her nipples pulling off to each side, a cry of pain and pleasure erupting from her. "Yes! Goddamnit! Yes! Fuck yes!" She screamed as he gathered the reins tighter, shoving his penis into her deeper, moving her forward even as he pulled her breasts back.

The transformation was immediate and amazing. She just knew. She tucked her card into his shirt pocket and moved on.

By the time we got to Jamison and Christine, Loren's breathing had changed. She was clearly starting to get close to cumming, even as her hands were tiring from the pumping. She had slumped forward a little, trying to find a position that wasn't so painful and gave her arms better leverage.

"Do I know you?" Mistress Anna put her finger under Jamison's chin and looked at him. He smiled confidently at her, Christine sitting completely naked next to him. 

He scrunched his lips in thought and shook his head implying he didn't think so. "Cunt," he turned to Christine who jumped at the term and turned to him. "Please show these fine hosts one of your tricks."

She stood up in front of him, facing us, spread her legs into a triangle almost wide enough to be the splits and tilted forward, pushing her ass and pussy toward his face. She had small breasts that barely drooped as she bent down, her arms lying on the floor. Jamison's description of her lack of hair was accurate – she was smooth shaven from her earlobes down to her toes.

He reached into his coat pocket and removed a small device – perhaps a vibrator – I couldn't tell, and fitted it into her two holes. She grunted a little and shook, but didn't break her position. Bent over this far, her ass cheeks made a small table, on which he rested his drink, sitting back to watch Loren.

"Nice. Jamison. Isn't it?"

He nodded, taking her card. 

"It might be nice to compare notes over a glass of wine, if you're amenable."

He nodded, smiling, adjusting the controls on whatever was in Christine's holes. She gasped but didn't move enough to even jostle his drink.

With Jamison, she had made the rounds and we found ourselves back at the front, Loren in considerable distress.

"I'm sorry," she cried, looking at me pitifully. "I'm sorry I told you I hated you. I was so angry! I can't believe you did this to me! Please...I know I'm being punished, but I can't take much more of this." Her face was puffy, her eyes swollen from tears, her arms and shoulders clearly fatigued. She continued to blabber on, her words tumbling from her – a combination of pleas, apologies and unintelligible syllables. I turned to Anna, eyebrows raised.

She nodded, the gesture an immediate trigger to Mamiko to turn off the device. Wherever the rods were inside her, they would remain, but at least she wouldn't be electrocuted. Just impaled.

I looked over at the assembly – everyone was now deep into whatever they had hoped to do on accepting my invitation – barely a scrap of clothing was left, with a couple of notable exceptions. The smell of sweat and pussy and perfume and aftershave was thick. The serving help had come in several times, embarrassed but not intimidated, making their rounds. Only the bartender seemed under-used, as no one was getting up to get a drink. I needed a drink, and I think Loren did as well. 

As I was waiting at the bar, Shelly, the caterer joined me, looking at the orgy progressing in front of us. "That..." she nodded to Loren still captive on the chair. "that was the hottest thing I've seen in my entire life. God. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself tonight." She smiled at me, her implication could have meant any number of things.

"She'll be sore...that's for sure. Might need a woman's touch." I had no idea what I was saying, but the thought of Shelly screwing around with Loren as the final layer on the punishment cake just seemed so...incredibly sexy. 

She looked up at me wide-eyed and back at Loren. "You serious?" She said quietly.

I pushed up my lips, thinking, and let her decide. I didn't know who I was going to fuck tonight – Anna, Mamiko, Loren, if she didn't bite my dick off first. Who knows, maybe Shelly. She was a beautiful woman – mid-thirties, I estimated, great build, in good shape. I liked her smile. I'd like to see more of her. I shrugged and let her think about it. "You tell me," and walked back to the coffee table to hand Loren a drink.

Mamiko had released her hands, but not her feet. She grabbed the glass and took a long swallow – whether because she was thirsty or just wanted to get drunk I had no idea and didn't care. I nursed mine, looking at the writhing bodies.

It was nearly 9:30, and I wasn't quite sure what I'd had in mind for an end game. There was plenty of food and drink – I didn't have anything the next day of importance. I had suggested an end time of 10, but didn't really know what that meant. Under normal circumstances closing the bar and stopping the food would have been the right cues, but right now, no one was paying attention to either.

Arnie and Amie were the first to leave, thankfully. They thanked me and Anna, and Loren, comically, strapped naked to the chair and clearly not acting the hostess in any way. They were profuse in their thanks, awkward and stiff. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with them, but I was happy they had decided to leave. They just seemed so uncomfortable. As I let them out, I gave them Gordy's card and suggested if they did intend to work with Anna, to call him first. I made sure Arnie understood to call me if he had any questions. I pulled a party favor from the pile and gave it to them. They might find some use for it, who knows?

"They'll be calling...for sure." Anna had gotten her own drink, sipping it as a tray of cheese puffs came by.

"You know," I said, taking a seat behind Loren on the couch, inviting Anna to join me. "You make it sound as if the punishment can be done in such a way to avoid having to monitor it. That you can set it up so that the sub is self-punished...but the more I think about it, the more I realize that's just...bullshit." I had had a little too much to drink and wasn't as articulate as I would have liked. Loren could hear our conversation, even if she wasn't positioned to participate in it.

She raised an eyebrow, amused.

"You've got Mamiko," I pointed out. "Who, by the way, is amazing. Is she available?" I had decided to take a momentary detour from my main point, my dick thinking about what it would feel like in that tight little sheath.

She made a face – a combination of scorn and disappointment. "I'm going to chalk that up to the alcohol, Richard. Really. Mamiko isn't a common whore. No, she's not 'available.' At least not in the way you are intimating. And to your main point, if I caught it – yes, as a professional trainer, we want to make sure things are kept safe at all times. Not, mind you, that you shouldn't be focusing on that as your primary concern..." She looked at me to drive the point home. "But, yes, tonight, for example, were you to have punished Loren using the double-penetrator, you would have needed to stay close to her – perhaps watching the T.V. reading a book, stamp collecting. Whatever you felt you needed to do. But you can see, you wouldn't have had to expend an ounce of effort actually punishing her, right?




Rule of Thumb Ch. 10



I conceded the point. "What do you mean, 'at least not in the way I am intimating?'" I grinned, taking a drink.

She sighed and smiled. "I understand. She's exotic. She's erotic. She's an amazing individual. But you must have seen already how she is treated, yes? She serves at my pleasure. If it gives me pleasure to have a man shove his hard dick into her, then that is when it happens. Not simply because you have a hard-on for her."

Loren had finished her drink and was trying to put it down on the table. I reached up and took it from her.

She took my hand and looked at me, her eyes brimming again with tears. "Would you really fuck her?" She started sobbing, reaching out to hug me, to put her head against my shoulder. I stood there, her glass in my hand, unable to properly return the hug in spite of wanting nothing more than to unbind her and press her close to me. Sitting on the chair, on the coffee table, she was too awkwardly positioned for me to close in. I nestled my lips against her neck and whispered into her ear until she had stopped sobbing, her breathing returning to normal. I really did want to fuck Mamiko, but that didn't mean I wanted to fuck Loren any less. But I couldn't begin to explain that right now. I didn't understand it myself; I was just getting buzzed enough to start losing any sense of logic.

"Richard. I'd like to meet with you and Loren before Mamiko and I leave. I think it is about time for us to go, eh?"

Mamiko fiddled around with the seat, causing Loren to gasp as the dildos slipped from her. She unhooked the bindings around Loren's legs and helped her to slowly stand down from the table. She laid down on the couch, curling her legs up to her breasts, hugging them close.

In minutes, Mamiko had collected the various toys, implements and gadgets from around the room, packing them neatly into the rolling case and waiting for Anna by the door.

"Let's go into the den," I suggested, helping Loren get up.

"So," Anna began after we were situated. "This was not what you expected, hmmm, Loren?"

She shook her head, her eyes still red and watery.

"You feel betrayed by Richard. That he could have warned you this morning about your disobedience and prevented this, hmmm?"

She nodded, looking at me and at the floor.

"But, let's say this punishment wasn't for misunderstanding his instructions about your wardrobe. Let's say it was for something else..."

Loren looked up at the two of us, self-conscious that she was naked, her hands fiddling with the pearls, and looked away. "What do you mean?" She couldn't understand the possibilities.

"Last Sunday, you climaxed when Master Rick explicitly told you not to. Why isn't it okay that tonight's punishment is for that?"

She opened her mouth to say something and snapped it shut, her anger rising and falling away, defeated and still feeling violated. "But...but...that's not what he said..." She put her hands out, onto her legs and bent down, sobbing lightly. "That's not what he said..."

Anna looked at me and motioned for us to leave her alone for a few minutes.

"This is an incredibly important milestone, Rick. The two of you have made enormous progress in a very short time. Your sub worships you. She wants you to be infallible – a superhero. But you can't keep that up. You are a human being after all. She must see you as a person, just like her, not as some perfect icon on a marble stand. Do you understand?"

I was buzzing, but not stupid drunk. I got it alright. I nodded. "So, she got to see me as possibly making a mistake, and she can't reconcile that with the perfect idea of me she's been creating?"

Anna nodded, rubbing my shoulder. It was an oddly comforting gesture, not something I would have expected.

"So...now what?"

"So, you will need to continue to take the lead, to make sure she understands that even though you are not perfect, you are still the top and she is still the bottom. Like the old saying – you need to get back on the horse again as soon as possible."

The thought of Shelly sprang into my mind and I tapped my teeth, thinking.

"Let's see you out – you've been very generous."

As they left, I gave them a party favor as well. "Nipple clamps – kind of interesting ones I found at the hardware store. Take a pair, you might find them amusing."

Anna gave me a parting European kiss and they made their way down the walk.

Several couples were starting to re-emerge from their sexual stupor, penises hanging flaccid, semen dripping from arms and faces. Jamison had his mouth buried into Christine's pussy, and still the drink didn't spill a drop. I smiled and went to collect Loren.

"C'mon," I coaxed her up, wrapping my arms around her. "You've had a very difficult night of it. I'm both sorry and very proud of you." I held her head and kissed her, looking into her open eyes, watching the embers of her rage below her exhaustion. "Let's see our guests out and maybe we can talk about it."

As we returned to the living room, couples were gathering their things, taking another drink and appetizer for the road, heading to the bathroom and otherwise making their exits. As each left, I offered them Gordy's card, along with my admonition and a pair of party favors. Most seemed incredibly happy, telling me how much fun it had been, how it had gone beyond their expectations, and so on. I was happy in the knowledge that I had fulfilled my commitment to Anna with enough safeguards to let me sleep at night.

Jamison and Christine were the last to leave, except for the crew. 

"See you tomorrow then?" Both Loren and Christine were still naked, but Christine was in far better shape. It appeared she hadn't been permitted to climax, however, as she squirmed a little whenever Jamison played with her skin.

"10AM too early?"

"Make it 11," I suggested, the alcohol and whatever scene Loren and I were going to get into were likely to keep us up.

"11 it is then. I've got almost everything together. She's quite a package." He nodded to the door, indicating Anna.

My mouth twisted and I nodded. "Yeah. You do know her, right?"

"Hell yes. Knew her the minute I saw her. Bad shit, that one. Wouldn't get as close to her as we did tonight if I didn't think we had some guardrails. Gordy in on this?"

I nodded, only a little surprised that he was on familiar terms. "You need his card?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I see him at least once a month." He winked and drained his drink. "C'mon little cunt. Just the way you are. I think the neighbors deserve a good look, don't you?"

She grabbed her purse and clothes, slipped her feet into her shoes and followed him to the door, murmuring a quiet thank you to Loren and me. 

Loren just shook her head and looked at me, the bartender finishing packing up, staring at her. She was too tired and defeated to cover herself – what difference did it make – he'd seen her being double-fucked for an hour, not five strides away. She just shrugged and looked away.

"Come with me to the kitchen for a minute." I held out my hand.

"We're almost done here....uhhh...Rick." Shelly had turned to see Loren standing there, holding my hand, her bush a stark contrast to her pale skin in the kitchen light. Shelly stared at her, wiping her hands on an apron. "Uhh, yeah. So, all the leftovers are in the fridge – you'll have a few meals' worth there. I've left you an itemized invoice for the remainder after the deposit, and I guess that's about it."

Loren just stared at the floor, exhausted and depressed, not certain what any of the evening meant. No doubt she was a little drunk, too, I figured.

"Uhhh, Loren?" Shelly looked at me to see if it was alright. I nodded, stepping away to review the invoice. "You look a little...ummm...like maybe you could use some...help?"

Loren looked up and shook her head, confused. 

"Rick – I think she could use a shower, or a bath or something. Would that be okay?"

I nodded, smiling to myself. "There's a full bath just around the corner there. Bath salts, and everything. I'll grab you some towels."

I had been sporting an erection almost all night, flagging only when I saw a couple doing something that was a complete turn-off. At the thought of what Shelly was about to do, I sprang to attention, considering my options. I was going to fuck them both. That was for certain, but given Loren's fragile state, I wanted to make sure I didn't fuck it up.

Shelly finished up in the kitchen and put her arm around Loren's back, murmuring in her ear as they made their way to the bathroom. Loren looked over at me to make sure I knew what was happening, and then, seeing the expression on my face shook her head slightly, and let Shelly take her away.

I knew she would actually feel better having a woman be with her, even if she thought I was a complete asshole for letting someone take her away. I tried to shake the feeling I was somehow to blame, replacing it with something more supportive and grabbed the towels from the linen closet.

Knocking lightly, I entered the bathroom. Loren was sitting on the toilet, wiping her eyes while Shelly lit some candles. The bath was filling, the aroma of bath salts filling the air.

"Thanks, Rick." Shelly pointed to a wicker window seat. "You can leave them there." I looked at her and saw she was serious, expecting me to leave the towels and just leave. 

The bartender had finished up and gave me an accounting. Not a big yellow liquor crowd. Cheap gin and vodka. At least I didn't spend a fortune on one thing tonight. Thanking him, I let him out and shut down most of the lights.

As I passed the bathroom, I couldn't let it just happen. This was my house. This was my sub. Shelly would need to play on my terms.

I opened the door and let myself in, taking a seat on the hamper. Shelly, sitting with Loren in the bath, looked up and scowled slightly, but didn't say anything. She was broad-shouldered, her muscles well defined and sculptured in the candle-light. Her breasts, tear dropped and a little droopy pointed down toward the soapy water drew my eye and she moved to cover them unconsciously. I could see she shaved her underarms, but I couldn't see anything below the water's surface.

She had taken a sponge and was softly squeezing water along Loren's neck, collar bone, breast and arms, whispering quietly to her. "Relax." "Let it go." "...beautifu..." "...courageous..." The words created a hypnotic background to the flickering candlelight and I rested my head against the wall, thinking how she would eventually dry her off, bring her to my bedroom and gently make her cum. 

I stood up and undressed, trying not to disturb them, my cock standing at 45 degrees. Sitting back down, I rested my head again, imagining how wonderful the next few hours were going to be.

When I woke up, the room was dark and I was cramped and cold, sitting naked against the wall. I swore silently, when I figured out what had happened, angry that they had left me there. My balls were sore, my neck was sore, my legs and ankles were sore. I cursed under my breath, my cock flopping against my legs as I made my way to my bedroom.

Shelly had left a small light on with a note on the bedstand. Loren was tucked in, a smile on her face, snoring lightly. I snorted lightly at my idiocy and looked at the note.

"Thank you Rick. I had a fantastic evening with her. You are a very lucky guy. I know you wanted to play with us, but trust me, it was better this way. She needed to let go, and it couldn't have been with you tonight. Please figure out a way to help her get over her loss. She's really hurt.

Shelly.

P.S. Let's take a rain check on the three of us – yeah? – smt"

My head hurt and I was disappointed at the way things turned out. "Of course, you asshole, you hadn't even thought about Shelly until about five minutes before the party broke up..." I grabbed a couple of pain killers, drank a ton of water and curled up behind Loren in bed, hugging her close to me.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 11



When I opened my eyes, she was sitting up hugging the covers over her knees, staring out the window. I let my hand drift down her naked back, tracing a line between her shoulder blades, touching each vertebra. "Good morning."

"Good morning." Her tone was flat and sullen.

I sat up and scooted back to the headboard. "Do you want to talk about it?" My balls were sore and I had to piss, a lot, but I figured this was more important.

She shrugged, not turning around. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me...and you hurt me." 

I let it sit in the air, thinking about what she was saying. I couldn't stay there much longer or my bladder would burst. "I've got to go to the bathroom, and then I was going to make some coffee. Would you like to talk about it in the kitchen?"

She shrugged again and looked away when I crossed the room. It was 9 and I couldn't remember what I had this morning. I knew it was something. As I emptied myself, the stream making a clean arc from the tip of my cock to the bowl, I thought about how we were going to get over this. She was really upset.

When I walked out, she had already gone; I hoped to the kitchen. Worried, I didn't stop to put on a shirt, practically running.

I was slightly hung over, my head throbbing a little and my stomach either growling or nauseous. My inner dialog was going full-tilt, all of the ways in which I might have screwed up, her anger. It was our first fight, I made a mental note, but I didn't want to be fighting with her. I was equal parts concerned and annoyed.

When I turned the corner into the kitchen she was bending over looking in the refrigerator. I could just see her naked ass cheeks and her back – she hadn't bothered to throw anything on, or, I realized later, she didn't have anything at my house.

"I didn't get much to eat last night." She didn't turn away from the shelves, inspecting the containers. "What were these?"

I had no idea what she was looking at and walked over to see. "Cheese puffs. You had a couple I think, before..." I stopped short and turned to attend to the coffee. I needed coffee more than anything else, and if we were going to have a fight, I didn't want to feel quite this cotton-headed. "Loren?"

She looked up momentarily and raised her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry."

She turned away and shrugged, pulling a few tubs off the shelves. "For what?"

I shook my head, measuring the grounds. We're going to play it this way, I thought. "You keep saying I hurt you. That I broke my promise to you. I'm sorry if I hurt you. That wasn't my intention. I don't know what went wrong last night."

"Wrong!?" She turned from the counter and stared at me, anger and self-righteousness written all over her body. The impact was lessened by the fact that she was naked, her breasts and that beautiful bush distracting me, her hair tousled and wild. I stared at her. "What. Went. Wrong????!" Her eyes got shiny.

"I...you...hey!" I quickly dumped water into the back of the machine and started it before I turned and crossed the room. Pulling her close to me, I hugged her tight, her body shaking from sobs.

"I'm so...mad at you!!!" She tried to beat her fists into my back but I was too close and she didn't really mean it. All I could feel was her warm body against me, her breasts against my chest, the warmth of her belly on my hardening cock. I could be such an asshole sometimes.

I just hugged her, hoping she would cry it out, but it only got worse.

"You...you...tricked me!!! You set me up. You treated me like I was just part of the machinery – entertainment for your fucked up kinky friends!!!" She had pulled away, her face red and tear stained, wild terrible emotions flying across it.

"Friends? You thought those were my friends? You knew what Saturday night was about! You listened to me making those calls last week. We talked about it just yesterday morning. This wasn't about friends. This was business! You knew that!" I held her shoulders, trying to look her in the eye, but she had turned her head down, sobbing.

"You let her do those things to me...in front of everyone. I hated you so much! So. Much!" She pummeled her fists against my chest, trying to push me away. I wouldn't let her go.

"Stop it! Loren! Stop it right now! You know you had the control! All you needed was to say the word and it would have stopped! Why didn't you just stop it? I'm sure Anna would have been just as happy using somebody else to demonstrate her skills..."

She crumpled to the floor, taking me with her, her body shaking, sobbing. "I...ugghkkk...I came three times on that thing..." her crying changed to giggling for a moment as she looked at me, as if to say 'fuck you!' "Mamiko could tell, I think, but I couldn't stop it. I'd never felt anything like it...you're such a fucker, you know that?!" She buried her face in my neck, her fists pushing against my side. 

I was completely confused at this point. What was this about? Why was she so angry? "I'm so sorry, Loren. I'm so, so sorry I hurt you. Please, can you accept my apology? I don't want to lose you." She needed a lot of TLC, I could tell she was completely conflicted, the memory of our first encounter rushing back to me. Maybe she really is unstable...I hadn't really thought about it for awhile, but this behavior...it was befuddling.

Somehow, for whatever reason, the dam broke and she began to cry in earnest, the tears flowing, words flowing, her voice cracking. I couldn't understand most of it, but I knew what ever was happening, it was best to just let her go. She draped her arms on my shoulder, her legs curled under her and she wept, shaking and crying for what seemed like minutes. I just held her, stroking her back, pulling her hair away from her face and waited.

"I...gndgg...I sooo wanted last night to be about us..." she eventually got it out and it finally dawned on me. As good as I am with people, I'm an idiot when it comes to my personal relationships. Marnie had all but given up on me until she got sick and none of that mattered anymore. 

"Shhh...." I quieted her, letting her catch her breath. "Don't you see? It was about us? That is what we are...."

She pulled back and looked at me, her face a portrait of pure sadness. "Really?" She challenged me quietly. "Is that how you think of us?" She burst into tears again and leaned against me, shaking her head.

"Loren! Loren!" It was my turn to pull back. I was getting irritated, that animal feeling starting to crawl up from wherever it had been for the past week or so. If she was going to twist things around, the morning was going to go nowhere. "Just stop it! Listen to me, just for a minute." I waited until she quieted a little. "You came to me, needing to be punished. You have been living your entire adult life hiding from yourself. I didn't ask to do this, but when you made your needs clear, I found I could give you what you wanted. I've come to love what we are doing. I look forward to exploring this further, of spending more time understanding this. It's all new to me...of course it's not all of what we are. But it's where we've started from...right?"

She had started to breathe normally, her hands beginning to play with my hair. "Do you love me?"

I knew that I did. I hadn't said it yet, but I knew this past week that I was starting to feel like I couldn't live without her. I pulled back so she could see my face. "Yes, sweetheart. I do love you. I can't stand the thought of you leaving." I leaned forward and kissed her cheeks, wet from her tears, kissed across her nose, her eyes and then down to her lips, holding her head gently. She kissed me back, more tears squeezing from her closed eyes.

"Why?" She asked when we had stopped to take a breath. "Why did you do it?"

It was a question I would have expected if my wife had found me cheating. That sense of betrayal.

"C'mon," I started to stand up, helping her. "Let's talk some more over a cup of coffee." I remembered what was happening this morning – Jamison was coming over at 11 – it was 9:30. I didn't want to remind her – bad timing – but I wanted her to be here to try the gadgets out. My cock pulsed.

Sitting at the counter, I held her hand, the mugs steaming in front of us. "You keep making it sound as if I betrayed you..."

"You did! You absolutely fucking did! You tricked me!"

"Loren. Stop. Let's agree that there was a complete misunderstanding about the purpose of last night. I thought it was obvious: we needed to get Anna off our backs and I arranged for her to meet some prospects. Right?"

She pursed her lips and looked down at her coffee, nodding almost imperceptibly. 

"Did you think you didn't have a punishment coming?"

She shivered and looked at me, petulant. "Not like that. It wasn't fair..."

I let that ride. "I think you had a different notion about what last night was supposed to be about, right? I think you thought last night was a chance to meet my friends and share our relationship with them, right? And you don't want our public relationship to be defined by our intimate power relationship. Is that fair?"

Her eyes were brimming again and she nodded her head. "Yes." She whispered. "That's it exactly. You've ruined it for me with those people. They'll always see us...that way..."

I moved my hand down her back to comfort her. "But don't you understand? Those people aren't my friends. They aren't your friends. Didn't you see why they were there? It was business, as far as I and Anna were concerned. It was a night out as far as they were concerned. They were abso-fucking-lutely overjoyed at the performance you put on..."

"Performance!!!? Is that what you think was happening to me???" She was crying again.

"I know that's not what you thought it was...it was bad. I get that. But I'm going to say it again. You need to put a stop to it if you're getting hurt. Please. Tell me you understand that."

She nodded again, tears dropping onto her naked thighs. I looked down at her bush and my cock pulsed again.

"But that's not what they thought. They figured it was entertainment for their benefit. Most of them pay a lot of money to go to clubs where that stuff happens all the time..."

"What???" She looked up, incredulous. How naïve was she? "People do this at clubs?"

"Seriously? You didn't see that during your research. Loren. Get with it. This is how people live their lives – privately, publicly. It's what they want to be. It's not something they're ashamed of or hide. I'm not ready to go public – I'm not sure my business would benefit – but I've been absolutely loving what we've been doing this past weeks. Haven't you?"

She turned to me and buried her head again in my neck, her hands drifting down to my thighs, her head nodding again. "Yes," she said, her voice muffled. "This has been the best two weeks of my life, Rick. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't saved me."

I was getting harder and she knew it. My blue balls were coming back and I didn't know what I was going to do to get some relief. I'd have to jack off if nothing else.

I pressed my point further. "You know you would be coming back to ask for punishment sooner than later...you understand that don't you?"

She nodded.

"You want this. I understand you want more, and I'm definitely interested in exploring how we can make this more than just punishing you, but we have to agree that at its core, our relationship is based on this need of yours. Right?"

She pulled back, letting her fingers find my erection through my pjs. She shook her head and smiled thinly. "What is it with you? Does this turn you on?" She gave me a squeeze and I moaned a little. "Do you want me to help you?" She kept squeezing me, lightly, making me harder.

"Before you go there," I put my hand on her wrist to slow her down. "I need you to tell me where you're at with this..."

"Yes," she acknowledged. "Yes. I know. I know. God dammit, I fucking know I need this and that you are making it happen! I know." She gave my erection a strong squeeze, probably more from her frustration than any intention of giving me pleasure.

"Owww! Hey!" I squeezed her wrist and kissed her.

She pulled my dick out and looked at it, as if for the first time. "This is supposed to be my master," she said with some irony. "Do you want me to worship this?" 

I laughed and held her, letting the pleasure from her fingers flow up my spine. "No. We've been over that. You are not my slave. I am not your god. I am just that person who metes out punishment when you've been 'bad.' When you've misbehaved." I closed my eyes, feeling her fingers rub the underside of my shaft, playing with the rim of my head.

"Shelly was nice," she whispered in my ear, licking my earlobe. "I want to have her over again."

I pulsed against her fingers and moaned. "Yeah?" I encouraged her. "What did you guys do?"

She smiled – I could feel her cheeks move against my ear. "Hmmm....I couldn't begin to describe how sweet she was to me. How much she said she enjoyed watching me on the table...how much she wished it had been her up there...She said so many nice things...and she was so gentle..."

I couldn't take it anymore, my balls curled up into my sac and I erupted onto my PJs, over her hand and onto the base of the counter. I kept pulsing, the image of Shelly and Loren playing with each other, of the possibility of Shelly wanting to play that way. More splurted onto her knuckles and she giggled.

"Mmmmm..." She brought her hand to her mouth and licked my cum off of her fingers. "Here," she said, offering her lips and her hand to me. She pushed her knuckles against my lips and made me clean her hand off. "Feel better?"

I did. The pain had disappeared, replaced by a drifting euphoria...and a sense of loss...the typical play of emotions. I kissed her, the taste of my salty cum shared between us.

We sat for a few moments until I couldn't stand the cold wet material against my legs. I stood up and peeled off my PJs, my cock still full, but not erect. Sitting back down, I tried to wipe whatever I could off the cabinet and began to figure out how to act on what she'd said. 

"You want to meet my friends?" I asked, taking a sip of coffee. "My real friends?"

She looked at me, her face melting, nodding.

"Should we ask Shelly to help next weekend and have another cocktail party...only this time the way you were expecting?"

She reached over and hugged me tight, nodding and agreeing.

"And maybe afterward, we can introduce Shelly to some of our games?"

She giggled, embarrassed and intrigued. "Do...do you think she'd...are you serious?"

I smiled and nodded. "Based on what you said, and a few other things, I'm pretty certain. You know what they say – see one, do one, teach one?" She looked confused. "No? It's an old training technique – you get it, right? You don't know something until you teach it. Maybe next weekend we can teach Shelly a thing or two?"

"Are you hungry? What's your plan today?" She looked around the kitchen and back at me. Her abrupt switch in emotion was a momentary shock. I nodded slightly.

"We've got Jamison at 11," I reminded her. 

"You don't need me for that. I need to run some errands..." She started to get up and went to look in the refrigerator again.

"Same stuff as a few minutes ago...Aren't you even a little bit curious?"

She looked over at me and screwed up her face. "You'll introduce me to it soon enough." She stopped and looked at me. "Oh. You want to humiliate me with Jamison...I get it." She shook her head and started taking out leftovers. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her: her breasts swinging slightly, her hair, not just on her head which kept drawing my eye, but the wispy threads peeking out from under her arm. Her beautiful ass.

I sighed, realizing I was one of the luckiest guys on the planet. 

"If it's all the same to you," she said, unconsciously rubbing her ass, "I'll pass on Jamison this morning. I've got some things to do..." She looked at me to make sure I got it.

"Hey. How are you?" I pointed my head to her asshole, remembering Anna's warning about the morning after a night like she'd had.

"I'm fine...I think. I haven't had to go yet. My vag is a little sore – that thing rubbed a lot last night, but the one in my butt was different – it was like, I don't know. It started out small and got larger as it moved into me, and it sorta twisted around or something. It was fucking freaky." She stopped whatever she was doing with the food and looked down between her legs, pulling her lips apart slightly. "Yeah. Irritated a little, but I'll survive."

Our relationship had shifted in some small important way. Maybe it was last night, maybe this morning. Maybe Shelly had something to do with it. Whatever it was, she had a more casual air about her, less fear and more...self-confidence. Acceptance. She seemed to be accepting herself and with that a more easygoing attitude. 

"What." She stared at me. "You're thinking something."

I got up, my cock swinging, and embraced her. "Nope. Just remembering how lucky a guy I am for having you in my life."

She grunted even as she pressed into me, her arms wrapped tight around me.

* - * - *

Jamison's visit was anti-climactic. I had hoped Loren would have modeled the gear, as had Jamison.

"Too shy?"

I snorted. As if. "No, actually. She figured she'd be wearing it soon enough, and as there wasn't any specific punishment I could think of, she went off to do errands." I shrugged, looking at the array of equipment he had brought over.

On the table were the trainer, the gags that had come in on Saturday and the boxes of nipple clamps. On the floor was the spreader bar.

"Looks delicious," I said, picking up the black box for the trainer. Exactly as I'd hoped: several probes, the mouthguard – everything we'd discussed. "You try it out?"

He smiled. "Christine practically wouldn't let me take it here. I had to promise to make another one. Lots of uses for that thing. Rechargeable batteries." He showed how to open the battery compartment, gave me a tour of the knobs and switches and turned to the spreader bar.

"Looks pretty straightforward, but there are a few things you can do with this." He pointed out the various attachment eyes he'd welded on, how it could be used not just for keeping Loren's legs open, but her arms pulled into a 'cross.' 

"By the way," he said, picking up one of the boxes of nipple clamps. "These aren't conductive, but you can easily make them so by scraping away some of this coating. I used a couple for the trainer – you can see what I did there."

"And the slapper?"

"Right. I think I've got that thing licked. You willing to go to $600? I think it'll be way cool. Keep her on her best behavior and not make you sweat a drop."

I relented. It was more than I wanted to spend, but the thought of using it was too tempting.

"Give me a week. Some of the parts are a little tricky to get. Yeah?"

I wrote him a check and saw him out. 

I walked around the house, picking up here and there, throwing the towels down the chute, figuring where to store the new gear. Nobody visited, but then again, we were having guests next week, so I couldn't just lean them inside the guest bathroom.

If next week was going to happen, I needed to make some calls.

"Shelly?"

"Hey!" Her voice was light but a little hesitant. "Everything okay over there?"

"You were amazing. Thank you. The food, your TLC to Loren. Thanks for the note..."

She didn't respond.

"Loren and I would like to host another party next weekend and we thought of you immediately." I let the ambiguity hang. This was going to be fun.




Rule of Thumb Ch. 11



"Let me check my calendar. I think I've got something on Saturday. Hold on." I could hear her moving around. "Yeah, sorry. Saturday's taken. I probably could get something together for Friday. Is it the same kind of thing?"

I smiled again. "Nope. Plain vanilla this time. Long time friends. The sort Loren thought she was meeting last night. Probably not as many, and not for as long – maybe two hours, six couples. We talked about the salmon for last night, but it was too pricey for that big a crowd. Would it work for Friday?"

We continued to chat about the menu. "No. Just you. Loren and I can help serve, or we can make it buffet. No bartender. This isn't a business expense." We both laughed.

"Okay," she said. I got the impression she was trying to say something else. Or maybe it was just my projecting. "You...you saw my note?" Her voice trailed off.

"Yep. Loren and I discussed it. We are looking forward to seeing you Friday." I said it with a smile, leaving it completely understood she was going to be our plaything for the evening.

"Okay," she sighed, wondering if she was doing the right thing. "5PM."

Now to see if anyone would be joining us. I spent the next hour calling up the regular dinner and drinks crowd, suggesting a change in plans for the week, if they were up for it. Surprisingly there were few conflicts, and at the mention I was planning to introduce someone new in my life, they promised to clear their calendars.

Finally, I called Anna.

"Wilson residence."

"Mistress Anna, please." Heartbeats.

"This is Anna."

"Good afternoon, Anna. This is Rick. I wanted to thank you again for the wonderful evening last night. I hope it was as satisfying for you as it was for us?"

"How is Loren?" She zeroed in on the thing that mattered.

"We're fine. We had it out. We came to an understanding. You're right. She's a changed person. Completely different person this morning."

"Yes. Well. That won't last. At least, it may return and I hope you like what you're seeing, but her patterns have been ingrained so long it will take more than one bad evening to get her on a different track."

I didn't share her pessimism, but then again, she had been right almost every time, so I made a mental note. "Okay. Well, I was just calling to thank you and to suggest we should discuss when we'll meet again."

"Is there a question? I assume you'll be here Saturday night. I've reserved my Saturday nights for you two. I promise, it will not disappoint you." She said it with that smile that made me cringe.

"Mmmm," I said with what I hoped sounded like sincere enthusiasm, "we're looking forward to it. Okay, Anna. Thanks again."



Rule of Thumb Ch. 12



Loren popped in at the end of the day, almost everything about her signaling that subtle change I'd noticed in the morning. She was wearing a Western-style gingham shirt and a pair of denim that I'd never seen her in and fit her like a glove. She moved with a breezy air and casual sense. But her hair was the most noticeable change. She'd always worn it short – I don't know anything about women's hair styles, Marnie never seemed to care about that stuff – maybe a 'bob?' But now she had gotten it styled somehow, feathered and layered in some way that made it look windswept – adding to her breeziness.

"You look amazing," I said, greeting her with a kiss. "Uhhhmm...wow."

She smiled and twirled a little, happy. "You like it?"

I assumed she meant her hair. "I'm loving it. You didn't change anything else, did you?" I whispered it conspiratorially, squeezing her ass cheeks.

She laughed and shook her head. "Why would I do that? Anyway I can't stay, I've got to get stuff done at the house and get ready for the week. Dinner sometime?"

The week went by in fits and starts, mostly uneventful with a couple of exceptions. Loren and I had agreed not to be with each other until Friday. The anticipation building up to the night was an important part of it. But we talked every evening. I teased her, forced her to show me her playing with herself over Skype, letting her see how hard it was making me. 

I wanted to know more about what she and Shelly had done on Saturday, but she wouldn't tell me. I could have demanded it, could have punished her for not complying, but there was something important about her owning that, about her deciding when it was okay to let me know that I didn't want to violate.

I mentioned what Shelly had written in the note, and what she had said at the bar, which I could tell raised an eyebrow, and Loren did reveal that Shelly hadn't done much more than stroke her, but that it seemed like she wanted to go further. 

Some nights we talked for hours, like teenagers, and more often than not the conversation turned to what we would be doing on Friday night. I could tell she was concerned about sharing me with another woman, but something else kept creeping up in her comments that I could tell excited her – the thought of having someone to dominate. I made sure to capture a few of the fantasies she kept coming back to: of taking the lead, of being the object of Shelly's attention and of the two of us double-teaming her. The whole focus on Shelly had forged a partnership in a way no amount of discipline had done before. 

Gordy called saying he had heard from several folks and wanted a recap of what had happened. "Dangerous game you're playing, Rick. She's a viper. And to bring your clients into it...doesn't seem prudent."

I appreciated Gordy for his conservative nature and was amused by the contradictions of his personal life. Still, he knew the situation better than I'd ever know it, so I couldn't ignore his counsel.

"I'm trying to get out from under her – this is part of the plan. So, how many?"

He didn't give me details of who, but revealed about six folks had called him. That had to have been enough, I hoped.

The only other event of interest was Jamison telling me the thing would be delayed another week. Jamison was a guy who could give you bad news and you'd feel excited afterwards. I thanked him for the call and after hanging up wondered why I was taking it so well. It didn't really matter, I figured. One way or another, Loren would be feeling it in the end.

Friday was a crazy day at work, in spite of trying to keep my schedule light. Before I knew it, it was time to head home, earlier than usual, to make sure Shelly was able to get in and set up. I saw her van parked in front of the house and I pulled up next to her. "You want to back into the garage? Would that be easier?"

"Nahh. It's just a few trays. I can just carry them."

I opened the garage and pulled in, inviting her to come through the back door to the kitchen. 

Within a few minutes we were alone and I realized I had better kick on the A/C if my guests weren't going to be baked alive. Shelly's face looked flushed, which I chalked up to the heat and the exertion, but I wasn't sure, smiling to myself. She might be nervous. I thought. That would be so excellent.

"Hey," I called from the hall, "I'm going to get changed and then I can come down and help. If you need anything to drink, or want to open a bottle of wine, feel free – you know where we keep 'em."

I came down and set up the bar, taking stock of what I had and what I knew these guys would like. Just the opposite of last week, I smiled, more than happy to share the single-malts and bourbons. There was a knock on the door and I had a moment of panic, seeing how early it was.

"Hey," Loren came in wearing practically the same outfit as the week before, without the pearls this evening I noted, looking as ravishing as ever. She reached up gave me a kiss, deep and long. The prohibition was over, I suppose, but we wouldn't be able to do anything about anything for several hours. Her hand slid to my trousers and rubbed me. "I hope it'll be as hard for you as it is already wet for me," she whispered. "She here?"

I nodded in the direction of the kitchen and returned to my bar duties.

From my position in the living room, I could see the kitchen almost completely, either directly or reflected in a few windows from the dining room. I watched as Loren came in, greeted Shelly and continued to chat with her. I couldn't hear their conversation, but Shelly looked over, pointed, and then blushed. Moments later, she reached up and pulled Loren's head forward and lightly kissed her. When Loren stepped back, Shelly looked flustered and nervous. After a few more moments of discussion I couldn't hear, Shelly looked up at her, looked out to see me watching, looked down and blushed. I was curious what was going on, only seeing the visuals without the sound track. Loren ran her hand down her cheek and kissed her lightly on her nose. Still looking down, Shelly nodded and after Loren turned away went back to work.

"Mix me a drink?" Loren whisked into the room, her little black dress hugging every curve.

"Old Fashioned?"

"I hardly think so," she laughed, nodding.

"So," I looked at her while I assembled the cocktail, "what was that all about?"

She giggled a little. "I was just getting her ready for the evening."

I waited, mixing her drink.

"I asked her if she was ready to serve us," she continued, looking into the kitchen. "She suggested you had wanted a buffet." She giggled again and looked over at me to see why I wasn't sharing in the joke.

I shook my head in confusion, handing her the lo-ball.

"I told her that would be an interesting thing to try one night, but tonight we expected a little more personal service. That's when she blushed. She's so cute when she blushes, don't you think?"

I grunted, getting the joke. "You know," I said, coming around from behind the bar, "she doesn't seem all that experienced for someone her age."

"I don't think she's as old as you think she is. I'm not sure she's even my age."

I protested, raising my eyebrows. "Really? I've known her almost 10 years and she's been cooking since the beginning. I figured with college and cooking school, she's got to be 30 minimum."

She took a sip and shrugged. "We can ask her later."

Looking over her shoulder into the kitchen, I watched Shelly moving from station to station, preparing trays, putting things in the fridge, adding color here and there. Setting my drink down behind me on the bar, I wrapped my arms around Loren, bringing my fingers to the hem of her dress. "Don't protest, don't say a word, and by all means, don't spill your drink on me."

She inhaled sharply as I pulled her dress up above her waist and slipped her panties and hose down below the curve of her ass, exposing her to Shelly, should she look our way.

"Spread your legs a little."

I could smell her musk drifting up the front of her skirt. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and slipped one finger down between her legs, her pussy sopping. I was prepared to hold this position until Shelly looked up, or the doorbell rang. Loren's heart was beating fast, her breathing shallow, cursing me softly. Moments later, Shelly looked up and stopped, staring at the tableau. I nodded at her, suggesting she shouldn't turn away, and started pumping my hand into Loren's slit. The squishing sound was loud to my ears, but I'm certain Shelly couldn't hear us. Taking my hand off of Loren's ass, I brought two fingers up to make a 'V' and pointed them at Shelly. She shook her head, confused and blushing. I just nodded and pulled my other hand out of Loren.

"That was sweet. Thanks." I took my finger, wet with her juices and stirred it into my drink. "Hmmm, maybe I'll figure out a cocktail to name after you."

She just pursed her lips, shook her head and adjusted her clothes, unwilling to break whatever agreement we had going, knowing she was my sub, but still not sure when the power relationship began and the public relationship ended. 

We sat on the couch waiting for the guests to arrive, sipping our drinks. "I told you Jamison's going to be late with the slapper, right?"

She nodded, disappointed.

"But the rest of the stuff is here and I've been thinking about how to use one of the gags..."

We were interrupted by the doorbell.

"Genene! Carlos! So great you could make it. Genene, Carlos, this is Loren. Loren, Genene, Carlos." It was obvious from their smiles that they were smitten with her immediately. Loren took their things while I invited them for a drink. 

"So, I know you're going to tell this story a dozen times tonight, but we've been dying to know – how'd you guys meet?" Genene said it confidentially as if telling her would be our little secret. Carlos looked at me expectantly with a healthy dose of commiseration. He knew what I was in for. As I was about to answer, the bell rang again and I was off.

Loren glided over with her drink and chatted with them, waiting as the new arrivals came into the room. At last week's party, people had come appropriately late, but this crowd didn't want to wait any longer than they had to.

With everyone settled, drinks in hand, the buffet half eaten, I took the bull by the horns.

"Okay, okay, settle down everyone. I know you're all dying to learn more about what's going on. Thank you for not making us tell this story over and over again." We had discussed what we were going to say – Loren was adamant that nothing about our lifestyle would enter into it – but I knew a few of the women would know we weren't telling the whole story. So we agreed on a fake backstory that we would only tell in the highest confidence, one on one. 

"You've all met Loren," I had my arm around her waist as we sat on the couch. "You know that we've been neighbors for over seven years, yes," I saw Missy doing the math, "Bob, Loren, Marnie and I knew each other as neighbors. But there wasn't any chemistry or even any hint of chemistry until earlier this month.

"Springtime – it changes people, right?" I looked around, seeing smiles and nods. "So, it was one of those beautiful Spring weekends, we were both out doing our gardening and we kind of looked up and almost at the same time, thought – why aren't we spending more time together? I knew she had had a terrible time going through her divorce from Bob, and she had seen first-hand what Marnie and I had been going through. Anyway, that's the long and short of it, and I hope you all take some time to get to know each other. You're all very important to me and I'd like to think you can expand your hearts to embrace Loren just as much as you loved Marnie."

That brought tears to a few eyes, and I turned to Loren, lightly drawing her head to mine and kissed her, hoping to subtly establish our relationship without being too explicit. She narrowed her eyes as she kissed me, knowing full well what I was doing, but she didn't stop, moving her tongue against my lips. I pulled away, smiling.

We mingled and chatted, Loren about her job and about her interests in gardening. Plans were made to go out to dinner sometime soon, with much discussion about which restaurant to try. She couldn't keep up with the conversations about wine, and it was clear there was almost a generation gap – most of these friends were in their late 30s/early 40s. She knew the references they were making to the popular TV and culture from their college days, but it wasn't her thing. It was her oldest sister's thing, she mentioned to me later. She thought of these people like her older sister, her childhood idol.

We got an early start, they plowed through the food, and as opposed to the prior week's party, this crew knew when the food ran out it was time to leave. By 8:30 they place was cleared. We joined Shelly in the kitchen as she was straightening up. She looked at Loren and then at me, her eyes quickly darting back and forth, nervous as a schoolchild about to see the principal.

"Hey," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. She was wearing a simple shift, the apron still on. "You look like you could use a drink. Join us for one?"

She nodded, taking off the apron and drying her hands. "How'd it go," she asked lightly, her voice a little shaky.

"I think it went great. What do you think?" I turned to Loren who had put an arm around her waist on her other side, a wide smile on her face.

"It was amazingly fantastic!" She was a little drunk, I could tell.

"What'll you have?"

"Johnny Walker Red, neat?"

I was only too happy to give her a double, refreshing Loren's as well, though she didn't look like she needed any more. "Maybe you should go a little slower," I suggested in her ear. 

She winked at me, suggesting she had every intention of going slow. Insidiously slowly. I grunted.

"Soooo," Shelly looked down at her glass, "I guess I'm a little nervous...I...I'm not sure...I've never done..."

"It's okay," I brushed her hair away from her face. "We're pretty new to this ourselves. But you made it clear last week you wanted to play, and we're very interested in having you as our plaything tonight. So I know, at minimum, it's going to be fun. Does 'fun' sound like fun?"

She looked between the two of us, uncertain about the 'plaything' comment and tentatively shook her head. "I just...I...."

"Shhhh," I said softly, leaning down and kissing her face lightly – one cheek, her nose and then the other, up to her forehead and across her eyes, forcing them shut. "We're all going to be playing very safely tonight. Safety is our biggest concern, even before pleasure. Okay?" I leaned back. She had started to breathe more deeply, her face relaxed, nodding, her eyes still closed. They popped open suddenly at Loren's fingers pulling the zipper of her shift down. I stroked her cheek and told her to just let things go, to let us help her.

She sipped her drink, watching my face as Loren peeled the dress off her shoulders and then turned her attention to her bra. In moments, Shelly was standing nearly naked, a thong the only article of clothing left on her. I leaned back to get a better view. Broad shouldered, thin frame, but muscular, with breasts a little larger than Loren's and practically no areolas, her nipples poking out from the surrounding flesh begging to be caressed. I couldn't see any hair around her pubis, but there may have been a thin landing strip hidden by the miniscule underwear. Her hips flared out a little, but they weren't as wide as her shoulders, making her look a little like a body builder. She was sleek – no fat – a bit of a surprise given her profession. She must work out a lot.

"So," I continued, my left hand resting on her shoulder. "Safety first. Let's get some ground rules out of the way. First and foremost, we all want to be safe. None of us will do anything we don't want to do, but you might find some of the things we'll be asking of you to be...ummm...pushing your edge". My fingers came to the underside of her chin and I held her gaze, letting her see how serious I was, in spite of my smile. 

She looked down to see how vulnerable she was and shivered a little, nodding. "I...okay...I..." She finished her drink.

"That's it. We'll take it slow. Would you like another drink?" 

She nodded, handing me her empty glass.

"So," Loren said, slipping her arms around her and pushing herself against her back. "Last Saturday, you mentioned how much you wish it had been you on this table...I'd like to know more about that."

Shelly moaned as Loren's hands slid up her belly to find her breasts, pinching her nipples softly. I proffered her the glass, and she drained half of it.

"I...I couldn't believe how hot that was," she said. "I'd never seen anyone so...so...vulnerable...so...exposed...so...shit, what was it...open? Loren, you were so 'open,' I don't think I could ever do that..."

"So you'd like us to help you be open like that?" I leaned forward to kiss her, not letting her answer as Loren continued to pull on her breasts. She moaned into my mouth, pushing against my tongue and nodding. "Okay," directing my words to Loren, over Shelly's shoulder. "Open."

"What else did you want us to do to you tonight, you couldn't do last weekend?" Loren said it so softly I almost couldn't hear it. Something must have happened, or didn't happen, in the bedroom.

She shivered, struggling to admit to whatever it was, choosing to take a sip of her drink instead.

"Tonight," I said softly to Shelly, "we're going to play a game that has a few simple rules." I stopped to make sure she was listening. She looked at my eyes. "Loren or I will ask you to tell us something, ask you to do something, or to not do something. And your part of the game is to follow our directions. Simple, right?" I said it with the least menace I could.

Her eyes darted from my face, down to her nakedness, to Loren's hands on her breasts and she exhaled deeply. "Yes," she said softly. "I'm the plaything."

I stroked her cheek, smiling. "But for you to be an object for our pleasure, you must be experiencing pleasure. We expect you'll also get off on what we're going to do. Yes?"

She took a breath in and out, uncertainty written all over her face. Her glass was empty and she didn't know what to do with it. 

"To stay safe, Loren and I each have safe words – 'thermostat' for me and 'basket' for Loren. You know what that means?" I took her glass and set it on the bar.

"No," she said, her eyes glistening. Arousal? Fear? I couldn't tell. She was breathing harder, whether from anticipation of whatever she was imagining we would be doing to her, or from Loren's continuing stimulation of her breasts I couldn't tell. Maybe she was frightened. 

"Instead of 'stop' or 'don't' or 'no,' which we won't listen to, you need a word that signifies you need us to stop."

"Turnip," Shelly said, without hesitation.

"Turnip it is then." I watched as Loren's hands moved to the tops of Shelly's thong and began peeling it down. Her breathing deepened and she sighed a little. "Now, I don't know how far we're going to go with you tonight, but it's possible you won't be able to say 'turnip' so we can hear you. Your mouth may be too full." I paused to let her think about how that might happen, "So you'll want a tune you can hum to let us know we need to stop." No hair at all. Completely shaved. Interesting.

The 1812 overture. Simple, recognizable.

"With those important safety elements in place we can continue. Okay?" I brushed her face, relaxing her jaw. "We'll be giving you a simple set of requests. If you do as we ask, you won't be punished, but if you delay, or hesitate, or protest, we'll be forced to discipline you. Do you understand?" I paused again, watching as Loren shifted to her knees, her face brushing against Shelly's tight ass. "So. Loren just asked you a question. You didn't answer. You weren't aware of the rules then, now you are. Tell us what else you expect to do tonight you couldn't do last weekend."




Rule of Thumb Ch. 12



"I...ohhh!" Loren's mouth had moved to the tops of Shelly's thighs, pushing her legs further apart. "I...I've never...ohhh....goddd....I've never had an orgasm," she let it out in one breath, her shoulders dropping.

I stroked her cheek, smiling and wondering. "But that's not what you couldn't do last weekend, is it Shelly? Remember, you will be punished. I think that's something you might want...something you were fascinated by when you watched Loren on this table last Saturday. Because she agreed to be punished for her disobedience."

She swallowed and looked at me, her eyes begging me to not ask her, to not press her, but the rest of her body, exposed and stimulated pushing her in a different direction. "I...I wanted to be stripped in front of those strangers...and...ohhh goooddddd, I wanted to be on that machine....asssddfddaaafffckkkk." Loren's hands had come up between her legs, her fingers pulling her pussy lips apart and pressing hard on her clit. "I...fewwwww, I....shit...I wanted to make Loren cum by...by eating her out..." She closed her eyes, her face blushing in shame.

I raised my eyebrows at the second confession, how simple the need, and how challenging it had been for her to say it. An idea popped into my head.

"How old are you, Shelly?" Loren's suggestion and her current behavior gave me a feeling she didn't have a lot of experience sexually.

"24," she said, her eyes still closed, and moist at the seams. 

I really thought she was in her mid-thirties. She looked timeless. She must have started cooking at 15. "So young. Why do you want this?"

Her eyes opened, blurred by tears. She looked down to see Loren's hand and chin between her legs. She moved her pelvis against the pressure Loren was applying and she moaned softly. "Because. It. Was. So. Fucking. Sexy." She said each word in time to the rhythm of Loren's attentions to her cunt.

I touched Loren's hands and suggested I needed her help in a different way. Reluctantly, she pulled away. I was amused – two weeks ago she couldn't imagine putting her lips on Mamiko's pussy, and tonight I had to pull her away from sucking on Shelly's. I could feel a change in my attitude, too. I didn't want to be uncertain in front of this new partner. I needed to show my confidence, no matter how the evening went, even though I didn't know her at all. I poured myself another drink and thought the alcohol might be playing a part. 

I quickly squelched my self-consciousness and brought Loren to stand in front of Shelly. I began to unzip her dress. "You know that Loren is my submissive, right?"

Shelly nodded, frustrated by Loren's unfinished attentions to her pussy. 

I peeled the dress down, along with her bra, whispering in her ear that she should remember her position or risk her own punishment. She looked at me, concerned and realized how serious I was. With a mixture of fear, arousal and a pinch of anger, she put her hands behind her neck, and after I had removed her panties and hose, spread her legs. 

"Do what she is doing," I said to Shelly, and waited for her to take the same position. "True confession time," I said to her. "First time you were naked in front of another person."

"Well," she hesitated, "other than in the locker room during middle school, or the changing rooms for athletics in high school..." she closed her eyes..."Spring Break, my first year in college."

I calculated that was only five years ago, six tops. "And?"

"I was at a party – it was getting pretty out of control, and one of my friends dared us to strip. I was scared – there were so many people – but really turned on by the idea – I'd always thought I had a great body – and in a few minutes six of us were standing around buck naked in a room full of drunk college kids."

"Popped your cherry..."

"Not that night, thankfully." She giggled a little, staring at my fingers tracing lines up and down Loren's naked front. She licked her lips. "But one of the guys who asked me to dance that night...yes...we danced for hours like that...along with a bunch of others who joined us. It got a little crazy...Bruce Dixon...he asked me out and one thing led to another." She sounded a little wistful. Her eyes stared at my fingers.

"Do you want us to do this to you?"

She looked up at our faces, startled out of her memory and a little confused, until she realized she had been staring at my caressing Loren, and nodded, licking her lips.

"You've never eaten pussy, but you've been with a girl..."

She shook her head but I could tell she was hiding something.

I stepped around Loren and pressed my thumb and forefingers against each of her nipples and pulled firmly until her breasts were extended out from her chest. 

"OUCH! FUCK! FUCK! OUCH!" She didn't use her safe word. "STOP! FUCK! SHIT!" I twisted a little and pressed my fingers together more tightly. "Please stop. Yes! Yes. Fuck! Yes I've been with a girl..."

I let her go and returned to my position behind Loren, letting her feel my erection against her cheeks.

"That same semester. After that same night." She moaned from the pain, clearly wanting to move her hands down to rub her nipples. "My roommate started looking at me a little differently. She had been there, had been one of the first six. She started suggesting we shower together 'to save water,' and she spent more and more of her time naked in the room, suggesting I do the same. About two weeks after the party, I was in bed when she came up next to me, undressed as usual, and without asking, just slipped in next to me. I didn't stop her, but I wasn't ready. I didn't think of myself as a lesbian. She slipped my PJs off of me, and buried herself under the covers. I let her do what she wanted to me, but I couldn't cum. And when she asked me to do the same stuff, I just couldn't."

"And now. Now you're ready to do this stuff? Now you're hoping we'll make you do this stuff..."

She nodded, looking down.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 13



"Tied up?"

She looked around and back to us. "If you...I mean...I don't have a choice...do I?"

I laughed at her misunderstanding. "I'm sorry," I held Loren's nipples and squeezed them, forcing a moan from her. "I didn't mean whether you wanted to be tied up tonight or not – you're right that won't be your choice. What I was asking was when was the first time someone tied you up, or disciplined you?"

She shook her head, closing her eyes. "Junior year in college..." She gathered her courage, the psychological exposure layering on top of her physical nakedness. "A different roommate, a different party.

"Mary and I had gone to a party – we got pretty drunk – and when we came back to the dorm, she suggested maybe we could 'play around a little' was how she put it." She stopped when she saw me walk around toward her again, involuntarily moving her hands from her neck to protect her nipples. 

"Hmmm," I admonished, disappointedly. "Hands back at your neck, Shelly. Because of that, I will no longer use your name tonight. You have earned the title of 'cunt-eater' from now on. Do you understand?" I moved behind her and pushed my hard-on against her ass, dragging my fingers from her collar bone down her front to the top of her slit and back again. I was especially pleased at how this served two equally important goals: frustrating Shelly into higher states of arousal, and forcing Loren to watch me play with her. "Tell us your first time you were subjected to discipline and bondage, you little cunt-eater." Loren smiled at the use of the term pushing her vagina forward to emphasize the point.

"She suggested I sit in a chair – one of the stupid plastic things the college gave us – and I just smiled stupidly. I was pretty far gone. 'No,' I remember her saying clearly. 'You need to be nekked.' The way she said it made us both laugh, but when I had stopped laughing, I could see she was serious. I just remember sitting on that chair, my ass against the seat and my arms pulled back. Before I knew it, she had put some furry cuffs on them, connected to the chair legs. I started laughing, the whole thing was so ludicrous. I could easily have stood up and figured out a way to get the cuffs off the chair, but I didn't move, turning my head to look for her.

"She came around in front of me and knelt down, pushing my legs apart. 'I'm going to suck your clit until you cum for me, okay?' I just nodded, too far gone to protest and watched as she pressed her mouth against my vagina. Just like with Lisa, it wasn't enough to make me cum, but it was so much better. I remember how I felt like floating up to heaven."

She spasmed a little, whether from my fingers or the memory who could tell?

"So, no romantic interests now?"

She shook her head. "No. Nobody serious. I've been on my own, working on my business. Guys hit me up all the time at these things, and I go out, but except for a few one-night stands, I haven't anyone that I'd want to spend any time with...OHHHH...gawwdddddd...." I had slid two fingers into her – she was very wet;, I repositioned my hand to push one of them, slick with her juices, into her anus.

"You a virgin there?"

She blushed, breathing hard as I pushed into her. "No," she gasped, embarrassed and humiliated more than in pain. "One of the guys I dated really got off on it...I never...fuck..fuck...fuck...oh gawwddd, no, no....fuck..." I had pushed my finger up to the hilt and felt her thick walls squeezing tight against it. "He ...I wouldn't let him put his dick in me...just his fingers, or a vibrator....shit shit shit...that...was...nice...sometimes..."

I moved my free hand back up to her breasts and pinched her right nipple, hard, looking at Loren. I could see she was dying to play, her face flushed and her pussy lips swelling. "Come help, cunt."

In a moment, she as kneeling in front of Shelly, pushing her mouth against her shaved slit. 

"OHHHH gawwdddd....Yes...yes...YESSSSS!" Trapped between my hand pinching her breast and my finger in her ass, Shelly couldn't move away from Loren's mouth and fingers. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodyesyes yes yes yes..." A flood of nonsense spilled from her and I realized I really wanted to shove my dick in her mouth to keep her head from moving. I had a pretty good idea of what she needed to get off, and we didn't have enough hands between us. \After several minutes I could tell this wasn't it. Time to switch things up again.

I stepped back, pulling my finger out of her ass with a little difficulty. Letting Loren continue to have her fun, I went to the bathroom to wash up and collect the gear. I was beginning to get a clear picture of what Shelly wanted, why she was so attracted to what we did to Loren the last week, and why she was willing to be subjected to us tonight. I didn't want to disappoint her – the revelation that she'd never experienced an orgasm presented a challenge I couldn't pass up – and based on what she had told us, I had a good feeling about what we could do change that.

When I returned, Loren had pulled Shelly down onto the floor, her face pushed tight inside Shelly's spread legs. I knew that wasn't going to cut it and when Loren came up for air, I motioned for her to get up. Kneeling down, I strapped the square vibrator over Shelly's pussy and turned it on. 

"You stay spread eagled, little cunteater. We'll deal with you in a moment." I moved Loren off to the side and summed up what I thought we needed to do. Loren's eyes lit up. "You're going to get a severe spanking for your part in this, you know." I finished, making my intentions clear. She nodded, hopeful. 

"Okay, cunteater." I stood next to her head, looking down. Her hands were by her legs. "Here's what's going to happen next." I started unbuttoning my shirt as I listed off what we were going to do to her. "You're obviously going to have to be secured. Secured in a way that you won't be able to move. Open to us in every way. Open so that we can use you like the cunteating slut you really want to be. Tell me you understand what I'm saying." I had removed my shirt and shoes, all the while keeping my eyes on her. 

I noticed Loren out of the corner of my eye, looking at the pieces of gear. 

"You're going to tie me up, spread me wide open and use my holes for your pleasure because I'm a cunteating whore." She said quietly, sobbing slightly at the humiliation. She looked for any sign of approval at her response. I nodded, unzipping my pants and slipping them and my briefs down. Her eyes darted to my cock, springing half-hard out in front of me.

"What are you?"

"I'm a cunteating whore," she said after a few heartbeats, uncertain if that was what I was looking for.

"And what does that mean exactly?"

She inhaled and looked over at Loren, standing near her feet, her naked body so gorgeous, her bush drawing both of our eyes to the tops of her legs. "It means I'm going to eat Loren's pussy until she cums in my mouth." 

Such a beautiful expression of her innermost needs and fears, all wrapped into one. Nobody said we expected anything of the sort from her, but that was what she feared the most. It was going to be so much more intense for her than she imagined if that was the root of her anxiety.

"Mmm hmmm. Tell me you want us to start."

She looked at both of us, exposed, vulnerable and so aroused she couldn't turn back. "Please tie me up so that you can use me for your pleasure. I just want to be your cunteating plaything for the night..."

I turned to pick up a dildo gag Jamison had recommended. It was an interesting piece of equipment – a gag that covered the entire mouth with a strap going around the back of the head to secure it in place. According to one of the recommended uses, nicely illustrated in the brochure that came with it, we would run ropes through two rubber rings at each end of the mouth piece to help immobilize Shelly's head. That was going to come in very handy right now.

But the more interesting feature was a short, thick dildo that extended out from the mouthpiece and penetrated through it, ending in a small nipple, like a baby's bottle or Nuk. Shelly would be able to grab the inside base of the dildo with her lips and teeth, forcing the nipple against her tongue. What was particularly fun about this toy, was that the dildo was really an oversized straw – holes penetrated it up and down its length. As Shelly caused Loren's juices to flow, and as she sucked and held the mouthpiece, she would be sucking those juices straight into her mouth. 

Loren watched as I knelt down next to Shelly's head and gently kissed her, pushing her mouth open with my tongue. "Say it again," I said quietly. "Loud enough for Loren to hear from her house next door. I want anyone in earshot to know what you think of yourself." I rocked back onto my heels to avoid having her shout in my ear.

"I'M A CUNTEATING WHORE WHO NEEDS TO BE TIED UP AND MADE A PLAYTHING FOR YOUR PLEASURE!" 

Loren wasn't expecting it and jumped, giggling.

"Nice," I said, kneeling back down. "We're going to get started now." I fitted the gag onto her mouth. "Remember your tune, yeah?" I stroked her hair after tightening the straps, making sure she could breathe. Her breasts lifted and fell, not quite hyperventilating but way faster than normal. She nodded, her eyes filled with anxiety and what I hoped was arousal. I was harder than a pipe, and she couldn't avoid looking at my erection sticking next to her face. As she began to grab hold of the dildo-base, she realized it was a straw, and seemed to be relieved at first, knowing she could breathe through her mouth.

I grabbed two lengths of rope and fed them through the rings. Her eyes widened, fear this time, and I stroked her nipples to reassure her. She moaned slightly raising her breasts. Soon she wouldn't be able to move even that much – a condition I figured she needed, desperately, to climax. Leaving the ropes draped across her body, I stood and retrieved the spreader bar. Loren had been looking at the nipple clamps and the trainer, and tossed me a questioning glance.

"Maybe," I said, agreeably. "For you." 

She slapped me lightly, but I could tell she wouldn't protest if I meant it.

As I was fitting Shelly's feet into the leather cuffs at each end of the bar, Loren took my place next to Shelly's head, kneeling down, her legs spread. I could practically smell Loren from here; I could only wonder what the aroma was doing to Shelly. 

"You're a good girl," Loren said softly, running her hands through her hair. "Tell me you want me." She leaned in and kissed her face gently, touching her lips to every part of it not covered by the gag. Shelly kept saying something, but none of it was intelligible. "Here," Loren said gently. "Show me." She took Shelly's nearest hand and brought it up between her legs, pushing her middle finger into her pussy. "You see what being such a nice cunteating whore is doing to me?" She manipulated her finger, coating her palm with her juices. "You can nod, still. Nod to tell me how much you want to suck these juices out of my sweet pussy and drink them down."

Shelly's eyes closed as she moaned and nodded her head violently, the dildo swaying like a clock pendulum. With her feet secure, I twisted the bar open and spread her legs as uncomfortably wide as I could, until she screeched through the gag. Backing it off a hair, I locked it in place. Half-way there. Now for her arms and head. I looked over the selection of gear and picked up several items, thinking about how I wanted to do this. Whether from the alcohol or my libido, I'll never know, but an inspired vision popped into my head. I picked through the piles until I was pretty certain I had what I needed. 

One of the gags came in a package – a "security bundle." Jamison had strongly suggested I get something like the wrist/forearm "jackets" as he called them. Although the gag wasn't useful in this circumstance, the jackets were. I wrapped them around her wrists up to her elbow, snapping them into place. They were pretty well made, with multiple rows of snaps to accommodate a variety of arm thicknesses, and by leaving the last few snaps undone, I could leave her elbow unbound. I didn't want them immobilized so I could position her forearms where I needed them, but I could see how the jackets could be used in a number of diabolical ways.

I fastened her wrists to the bar looping a couple of leather straps through rings on the cuffs and the bar, and now she couldn't move her legs or her arms. She could still arch her back and her head could swivel, but I was about to make fast work of that. 

I moved the rest of the hardware next to her shoulder. Loren stared at it, wondering what I had in mind. 

"You still okay, cunteater?" I knelt over her and grabbed the ropes. She nodded, staring at both of us. "This is what you want, right?" She nodded again, closing her eyes and trying to calm her breathing. I ran the ropes beneath her shoulders, lifting her ass and then down to the closest-in rings on the spreader bar. Pulling them tight, she was forced to bend her chin down just slightly as the gag pulled against her jaw. I tied a slip knot and gave each rope a solid pull. They were taut against the floor, her head practically locked in place. She could still arch her back, but I wasn't too concerned – she wouldn't be able to move very far and it would give her the faintest sense of control.

"So, before we begin in earnest, let's just review the game plan, okay? You can blink your eyes once for 'yes' and twice for 'no,' got it?"

She blinked once. 

"Going forward, you are a plaything for our pleasure. You obviously need to be humiliated and secured and made open so that you can have a hope of achieving an orgasm, isn't that right?"

One blink, tears beginning to form.

"In a moment, you will be working your hardest to make Loren cum. The way you're going to do that, is by shoving and pushing and driving that dildo sticking out of your mouth into her wide open pussy, right?"

One blink, tears sliding out of her eyes.

"If you're very obedient, and successfully make Loren cum, I might reward you by fucking you in your ass."

Two blinks and a terrified look, along with grunting.

I smiled into her face, sliding my hands across her tear-streaked temples, nodding. "You know how to stop it. 'No,' is really a meaningless gesture, you should understand that. As I was saying, I may reward you by fucking you in your sweet, tight, lonely ass, or Loren may decide to reward you in some other way.

"Of course, if you're not obedient and fail to do as we've asked, we will punish you further. Whatever we decide on that account, you can be certain it will be unpleasant. Do you understand?"

One blink and a flood of tears.

"Are you crying because you are in pain?"

Two blinks.

"Are you crying because you are happy?"

Two blinks.

"Are you crying from the sheer intensity of what we're doing to you?"

One blink and a flow of tears.

"You are such a sweet, sweet, girl," Loren cooed into her ear. "It is going to be such a fucking pleasure to have you fuck me with your mouth." She kissed her forehead and straddled her, facing her head and looking down into her eyes. Turning her head over her shoulder, she looked me in the eye, her lust as strong as I'd ever seen it. She was going to explode, and that was just the thing I was hoping for. "Oh. My. God." She leaned back to kiss me deeply. "This is so fucking fantastic," she whispered so Shelly couldn't hear. "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe we're doing this. Is this what you want?" 

I directed her attention to my cock, saluting the three of us. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'd have to be dead not to want this."

And with that, Loren lifted up and slid her lips over the dildo, planting herself onto Shelly's face. She sighed as she settled in, looking down to make sure Shelly could breathe through her nose. She kept her legs tucked and her knees away from Shelly's ears so she could direct her. The vibrator on Shelly's cunt was making her squirm, but I knew it wouldn't get her off.

"That's it, little cunteater, I can tell you're starting to suck. I can almost feel it. Just do that harder, ummm, hmmm, yes, I can feel that. Harder." She began to rock back and forth and lift herself up and push down a little.

I stood up and walked around to face Loren, my cock almost at her mouth. "There's a just a couple of final things, cunteater. Can you hear me?" I looked down to see her eyes staring up at my balls. One blink.

"First, I need to make one more addition to this lovely scene, and I think it will be perfect." I pulled over two sets of nipple clamps, and a pair of clever wire loops Jamison had ginned up. As Shelly watched, eyes fixed above her, I tightened the clamps on Loren's nipples until she whimpered. Now, out of her field of vision, behind Loren's back, I teased Shelly's left nipple and attached the clamp until she blinked non-stop, unintelligible protests muffled by Loren's muff. Still no tune. I repeated the process on her right. 

"This is truly ingenious," I said to the two of them, pulling out the first wire loop. Taking the clamp on Loren's left breast, I clipped one end of the wire using its spring loaded hook. Pulling on a locking device in the middle, I was able to lengthen the loop to almost three feet – draping it over Loren's shoulder and down to where I could clip the other hook to Shelly's right nipple clamp. Jamison had given me several sizes, explaining you could never have too much rope. But this was wire rope, and it would burn and chafe Loren's shoulder in addition to pulling on their nipples. Repeating the process on the opposite side, I made some final adjustments to give them a little slack.

"So, that will make it just a little more challenging. Loren won't be able to fully pull up without inflicting some...discomfort...to either of you. Try not to hurt yourselves.

"Oh, and now for the second little twist." I paused until I had their attention. "Loren mustn't cum."

They both looked up at me, Shelly with fear and confusion, even as she felt Loren's juices streaming into her mouth, and Loren with anger, confusion and understanding, ending in a defeated smile.

"If you successfully make Loren cum, she will be severely punished."

Shelly froze, the two directives paralyzing her momentarily. She would either be rewarded for giving Loren what she wanted, at which point Loren would be punished, or, if she obeyed me, she would be punished further. And in a few microseconds, she figured out, that if Loren didn't climax, not only would Shelly be punished, Loren would be frustrated, and she would take that frustration out on her. The decision was clear – she would work like the devil to make Loren cum – which of course was exactly what she had admitted to being the one thing she hadn't done to date: swallowing a woman's juices from eating her out. For the second time since I had begun this journey, I had an inkling of the way Anna's mind worked and I mentally patted myself on the back. No doubt, my self-critic countered, she would have found a much simpler way of doing it. No doubt. But this was my way, and I had done it. No matter the outcome, I would be getting satisfaction...starting now. The self-conscious feeling of being too proud came back as a warning I chose to ignore.

"Now, my little cunt," turning my attention to Loren. "You will suck me dry while you hump that cunteating whore's mouth." She looked at my angry cock, and lifted up as far as the wires would let her without pulling too hard on their breasts, until she could get her mouth over its head. I brushed the back of her head, as she tried to find a way to get it into her mouth and throat. 

After several attempts, she finally found a position that let my cock penetrate her throat, still be on Shelly's dildo, and not tear their nipples off their breasts or cut the wires into her shoulder. It involved a complex humping of her back and neck and lifting off the dildo and several other contortions. She settled down, moving the head of my erection until it backed up to her soft palate. She couldn't deep throat me, but she concentrated hard on not gagging while she sucked and stroked my shaft with her cheeks and tongue.




Rule of Thumb Ch. 13



Looking past her face, I watched Shelly struggle with Loren's motions on her mouth. She desperately was working the gag as best she could with her head immobilized, holding the dildo as stiff as possible to take advantage of Loren's movements. She scrunched her eyes closed several times, wrinkling her nose, and I knew Loren must have let down a torrent of juice into her mouth. Still, she knew what she needed to do, and I think as much as everything else she had confessed to, she really got off on seeing Loren get punished. I raised my eyebrow at the thought and mentally wished her well.

Given how long it had been since my dick had been in anything as soft and warm and wet as Loren's mouth, I was surprised I hadn't cum by the second or third cycle of Loren's movements. But it wasn't long after, and I held her head, Shelly staring at my sac tightening, my balls elevating up, until I felt the liquid rush out of me into the back of Loren's mouth. She grunted and tried to swallow it, but a few globs leaked out, dropping onto Shelly's face. She couldn't turn, forced to stare as drool and semen dripped down onto her. She closed her eyes, waiting for it to stop.

"Ahhhhh," I sighed from pure satisfaction. It had been a long week, and I had been so looking forward to the evening. It was turning out so much better than I had expected. So much better. Pulling out of Loren's mouth, I stepped back. "I'll just let you two girls play for a while and then we'll see what's next, eh?"

Even though I knew Loren would likely climax on her own, through no other effort than simply grinding herself against Shelly's mouth, I couldn't leave well enough alone. Kneeling behind her, just below Shelly's breasts, I wrapped my arms around her stomach and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Once you cum, once you flood that cunteating whore's mouth with your sweet juices, we are going to punish you so severely, you will have trouble not cumming again." She moaned, leaning back into me, begging me to tell her how I would punish her. Shelly couldn't hear what I was saying, only Loren's pleas for details, and I could tell from the vibrations moving through her torso to my legs it gave her motivation to do more.

"We're going to tie you down, so you are spread open like this little cunteating slut beneath you, and we're going to spank every part of your body. I'll start with your face, slapping your mouth and your cheeks until they are pink, and moving to your breasts and nipples, until they are stinging."

She moaned and pushed down, rocking harder, helping Shelly's cause.

"Meanwhile, this little cunteater, as a reward for giving you what you asked for, will be slapping the bottom of your feet, so that all weekend you'll be reminded of how bad a girl you were to let her make you cum.

"Eventually, we will meet in your middle, each slapping your skin, making it pink, until I am spanking your wet, wanton cunt, your erect little clit and you are begging for mercy."

She was tipping over the edge. I could tell it was close – she was moving faster, harder, forgetting about the clamps and causing shrieks from both of them when she rose up too fast or too high.

"And then, as a reward to this dear little cunteater," I whispered into her ear, "I will bury her mouth into your wide-open cunt as I penetrate that virgin ass with my cock. My legs will be next to your head, and you'll see my hard cock drive into her tight ass, her cries of pain muffled into your hot spanked cunt."

And that was it.

She froze, her hands clutching mine, her legs squeezing Shelly's head as she clamped her abdomen and came and came and came, her mouth open, sobbing and crying in release. I peeked around her shoulder to see Shelly's eyes squeezed shut, her throat working to swallow the liquid gushing into the dildo, her pelvis trying to push away from the floor against the frustrating vibrator, or maybe to help her escape.

Loren continued to spasm for several seconds, maybe as long as a minute; I monitored Shelly to make sure she wasn't drowning or trying to hum her safe tune. When Loren had finally come to rest, I whispered sweetly into her ear, my hands lightly rubbing her shoulders and neck. I looked to see how badly the wires had chafed her and was relieved to see it was negligible, making a mental note to get fabric or leather strips.

"Okay!" I said with a smile, looking at both of them. "Well, I guess that determines what we do next, eh?" I reached down and carefully unclipped the clamps from Loren's nipples, lightly rubbing her to reduce the pain. Shelly watched, her eyes widening in anticipation of her own discomfort, but I waited until Loren dismounted from her mouth, juices dripping down the shaft.

Loren rolled off onto the floor and lay there recovering and waiting for her punishment.

Shelly cried out as I removed the clamps, squeezing her eyes shut, forcing a few tears to roll down her face. I rubbed her nipples, hoping to calm her. I had been considering what we were going to do next to both punish Loren and give Shelly the reward she deserved.

"I'm going to undo the ropes to your mouth gag, Shelly. Don't move for a second." Pulling on the slip knot, the tension in the ropes vanished, allowing her head to tilt back slightly; I reached down to switch off the vibrator. She moaned from the release and the cramping. 

I moved over to Loren and whispered our next steps. "Shelly didn't cum." I waited for Loren to acknowledge me with a small nod. "You did." She looked at me and understood the implications. "You heard what we're going to do to you, but I don't think Shelly will cum from that either." She nodded, closing her eyes, riding the waves of her prior orgasm. "So, here's what I propose..." I described what I thought we needed to do, Loren looking at me and kissing me every once in a while to thank me for what had just gone on, and to let me know she not only wasn't going to freak out at my idea, but it was turning her on. 

We both returned to Shelly, Loren staying down near her feet with the gear. "I'm going to take that gag off, Shelly, to give you a chance to move your jaw and relax a little while we get you ready for the next big thing." She blinked and gurgled something, nodding her head.

In moments, I'd unthreaded the ropes and pulled the strap apart, releasing her mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...that....was fucking awful...." She shook her head and tried to move her mouth, sliding her tongue out and in. "Can I get a drink. Fuck. Who likes to taste that?" She looked at the two of us, her arms and legs still held fast by the bar and straps. In spite of her protests, her face was flushed and aroused.

I smiled and rose to refresh her drink. "It can be an acquired taste, I'll grant you that. It didn't take me long to like it though. Maybe you'll have another opportunity to give it a try tonight as part of your reward."



Rule of Thumb Ch. 14



"No, please. I can't see how that would be a reward. Ychhh."

"So, about that," I said gently, holding her head up so she could sip. "If we were to slip a finger in you right now, it would be a safe prediction you're pretty turned on, even though you don't find pussy juice all that enticing...yet." I looked over at Loren who had removed the vibrator and was following through, slipping her index finger up into Shelly's slit.

"Mmmmm," she said, moving it around, finding any spot that would get a reaction from Shelly.

When she yelped a little, Loren made a note, repeating the motion to confirm she had found it.

"Right?"

"Yes," Shelly said breathlessly. "Fuck. What are you doing down there?"

"You play with yourself, right?" I stroked her face gently. I wanted to push her exposure as far as possible.

She looked at me, hesitated, and nodded. "Doesn't everyone? But it isn't all that satisfying...except, I've never felt anything like that! SHIT!" She arched her pelvis up to meet Loren's finger.

"Hmmm, well, perhaps we've found a small way to help you. Loren, is her g-spot in some weird location?"

She shrugged, pulling her finger out. "I don't know what that means. It's high up, I had to push my finger in pretty far, but it's about where I would have expected it."

She turned to the trainer and selected the large vaginal probe and two nipple clamps. I stared at the rod she was holding. I don't know much about this stuff, but from what I'd seen, Jamison had likely tooled the probes himself. The one Loren was studying was thicker than the thickest part of my thumb, but not as thick as my cock and it was at least six inches long. Its tip was smooth and conical, like an old-fashioned rocketship. The shaft tapered very gradually, almost imperceptibly, from its thickest below the conical tip until ½ inch above the base, where it flared back out to its original diameter in a scooped out curve. Like I said, I don't know much about this stuff, but I knew Jamison had a full machine shop in his basement. It looked brass, but it wasn't heavy enough to be solid. 

I watched as she gently slid the tip against Shelly's pussy, sliding it in slowly.

"What...what the fuck are you doing?" She wasn't protesting, just surprised. She moaned as Loren pushed it further, getting it as close to her g-spot as she could by blind reckoning. "Fuck...that's cold...what is it?" I stroked her cheek and told her it was the next thing we were going to do to her. Leaning down I kissed her, tasting Loren's juices mixed with the whiskey, pulling my tongue out of her mouth to lick her lips. "You'll be making it smoking hot in a moment, I'm sure."

Loren moved up to attach the nipple clamps. Shelly moaned again, anticipating the pain, not being able to move her hands. "Please," she whispered, "those really hurt last time."

"It's okay," Loren said, soothingly. "I won't pinch you hard. You'll see. This is what I was first introduced to by Mistress Anna...I couldn't stand it." She giggled, finishing up.

I had retrieved the other gag that Jamison insisted I buy. It was one of the most expensive of the lot and as I unpacked it, I realized why. It was a full head restraint. He had explained that the truly dedicated couples had theirs custom tailored to fit 'exquisitely,' as he put it, but he quickly assured me that was out of my price range. Instead, he pointed out, this manufacturer was as close as I was going to get and not pay custom prices. 

It looked like a smashed black octopus when I pulled it out of the shrink-wrapped bag. Thankfully the instruction sheet had reasonable illustrations with accompanying text that was close enough to English for me to decipher. Eight separate flaps of leather joined together into a small prayer cap-like circle through a set of slits. Each flap had Velcro on each long edge. None of the flaps were the same, and it became obvious how to put it on almost immediately after looking at it. 

"Okay, Shelly, here we go." I knelt over her chest, letting my ass cheeks rest on her breasts, my balls dropping just below her chin. I started by positioning the flap with the mouth hole over her mouth. "Open your mouth as wide as you can." The ring was fashioned as an iris – twisting it one direction expanded it inside her mouth, larger than the cut-out in the leather. Twisting it the other way made it smaller than the cut-out. With Shelly's mouth as open as it could get, I slipped the ring in and twisted it so it was tight against her lips and teeth. "You can relax now." I said, smiling. There was nothing relaxing about what this was doing to her jaw. 

She grunted, and I could see her tongue trying to feel the ring, her saliva starting to pool.

That same flap had a bulge for her nose with large air holes. I adjusted the length of the flap up into the prayer-cap so the cap sat as close to the top of her head as possible and turned my attention to the flaps on either side. Working my way around, I sealed her head into this strange contraption, pulling the Velcro up and sealing it down, over and over again, until I had a fairly tight fit all around her head. She was sealed in completely – ear flaps allowed her to hear us or not – we chose yes so we could torment her – she seemed to get off on verbal taunting.

"Fugghhh!" There were eye holes, which I left open for the moment so we could make out how panicked she might be. But in a few minutes they would be closed as well. Loren had long since gotten the trainer wired up and had been waiting for me to finish, driving Shelly mad with her fingers running up and down from her tits to her cunt. Sometime during the middle of my fiddling around with the head constraint, she'd asked if we could do her ass too. I had nodded, distracted. 

With the restraint fully locked together, I took the ropes we'd used before and fed them through a set of rings positioned closer to the back of her shoulders than the earlier mouth gag's had been. With the ropes pulled tight, Shelly's head was forced backwards, opening her throat and arching her back slightly like a bow.

She was moaning and making some sort of nonsense noises as Loren continued to torment her, the trainer probes ready but not yet activated.

I stood back and took a breath, surveying the scene. My cock was recovering nicely at the thought of where it was going next. Loren was flushed looking to me like a kid about to open a new toy. "Look," she said, calling my attention to Shelly's split open cunt. "She's trying to fuck it." I stared and saw her pussy clenching on the brass intruder, her pelvis trying to push against it.

"It's okay, cunteater. In a moment you won't have to work that hard." I grabbed the trainer and looked at the knobs again to orient myself. On/off switch – off. Switches for cunt, ass and nipple clamps – off. Intensity dial – 0. Frequency dial – 200. That dial was incremented from 200 to 12000 in what I finally understood was a logarithmic scale. "Your sub won't notice much difference between those marks, so you can move up the dial from one mark to the next and it'll feel almost continuous to them." Jamison's comments came back to me, when at the time I hadn't been paying all that much attention.

"Okay, cunteater. Let's review the game plan again, okay?" I moved up a little to see her eyes, the trainer's wires trailing across her hips and waist. One blink and a grunt. "You are split wide open, with two probes shoved into you, much like Loren was on the chair last week, right?" She moaned and tried to squeeze the probes. One blink. "In addition, you are completely secure. You are safe and I think we would all agree, you are about as vulnerable as somebody can get in the privacy of my home, right?" She tried to nod, to look over at me, but stopped and looked at the ceiling. One blink.

"Your head is immobilized, and your mouth is being held open, as is your throat. Do you know why?"

She hesitated, thinking, and her eyes flew wide open, blinking, blinking, blinking.

I laughed softly turning to Loren. "I think she got it, cunt. Yes. Tonight, I will be slowly introducing you to the art of deep throating. Oh. Wait. I assume it will be an introduction. Have you ever deep throated a guy?"

Two blinks and a lot of gurgling moans. No tune.

"The really nice part for you, is you won't have to do a thing except to relax." I knelt down to emphasize the point by stroking that wonderfully extended naked throat. She gagged a little and screamed a protest, but we all knew that wasn't the way out.

"It seems only fitting, fair and...symmetrical? that you complete your taste of Loren with a nice, slow fuck down your throat." I leaned over so she could see my face, "I promise it will definitely be fun. You are going to have fun as I slide my hard cock down your throat. By the end of the night, you will not only no longer be a cunteating virgin, you might have learned a skill that will drive your boyfriends wild.

"But something has been missing from this whole situation tonight that I'm going to fix right now." I flipped the on switch, and the two nipple clamp switches, watching her eyes. I slowly increased the intensity dial until she blinked.

"Whaaa aaa fuggghhh!!!!" She tried to move, but I was sitting on her chest, her breasts pushed down beneath my glutes, the clamps just inches away. 

I changed the frequency and she started huffing and then humming. Not her tune, just a low keening. That seemed about right. "From the sounds you're making, I'm going to guess that that feels very nice to you. Does it?"

One blink, with tears. The humming continued.

"And now to help you get over the hump, as it were, while I have a nice time with your throat."

Her eyes widened in fear, as I flicked on the two probes simultaneously.

"SHITTTTTT UCKKKK!" She screamed as the electricity hit her, flowing through the wall between her ass and cunt, and hitting her g-spot. Loren kept her fingers on the base of the vaginal probe, moving it slightly until she saw the reaction she wanted. Shelly cramped and tried to jump. "UCKKKK! UCKK! UCKK!" She couldn't move, but we both knew she was feeling something she didn't want to stop.

"So," I said, rising slowly and turning to face Loren. "Time to try out a new hole."

Since Shelly wasn't looking at anything anyway, her eyes were clamped shut in ecstasy, I moved the eye flaps down. 

"GAWGAWGAW GAWGAW!" The sudden darkness added to her isolation and she was vibrating against her bonds.

"The secret to deep throating is to keep that gag reflex from kicking in," I said, leaning in so she could hear me. "And to do that, you just need to keep doing what you're doing – breathing through your mouth. Screaming, crying, yelling – they all work, as long as you're breathing you can't gag. It's a neat trick." And I began to move my cock through the black ring into her mouth. 

"GOOOOGOOOUG GHHUGGHH" Her cries were muffled by my shaft, my cock head pushing to the base of her tongue.

"And here we go, little cunteater...or should I say cocksucker?" I set the trainer down between her breasts and lowered to my forearms to give me as much control as I could. I pushed past her soft palate, curling my head down to watch as her mouth took more of my shaft until my balls draped on the bridge of her leather-covered nose. I held there, not fully in, waiting for her to accept the new violation. 

She gagged and drooled but I made sure she remembered to breathe. I hadn't blocked her throat completely yet and she struggled to get breath in and out, her breasts rising and falling. I turned up the intensity of the trainer a notch and she jerked, inhaling sharply, trying to squeeze her abdomen.

"I think she's close, Master Rick." Loren kept the soft motions of the probe against her, her fingers toying with her clit. "She's so erect. Do I get that stiff?"

I couldn't see, and wasn't paying much attention, pulling my cock out to give her a little relief. She moaned, long and drawn out, and I started the cycle again, her moans changing to protests, or whatever they were.

"We're going to go all the way in, now cunteater. I know you're up for it. And I'll tell you what. Just as soon as you cum, I'll pull out. Is that a deal?"

She grunted around my cock as I slipped it back up to the point I'd had it before, and pushed in further, the top of my sac resting on her upper lip. I was as far in as I dared, although I knew I could push another 1/2 inch if wanted. Another time, perhaps. This was good.

Her chest was heaving, as she struggled to get air and I pulled out slowly, watching as her panic calmed. Again, I pushed in, the feeling of her throat contracting against me, her tongue useless in its attempt to push me out. As I kept my slow motion fucking of her throat, I saw her body stiffen, her protests changing frequency to something else and she froze, her hands opening and closing, her toes curling. 

"I think she's done it Master Rick. I think we've done it." Loren was continuing her soft motions, pulling the orgasm from her, with each light pinch on her clit, Shelly's yelps would get sharper, her body would spasm. I pulled out enough for her to feel safe breathing, but left my cock on her tongue, ready to shoot any moment.

"Come over here cunt. I want you to help me shoot into this cunteating, cocksucking whore's mouth."

Loren jumped up, abandoning the probe and Shelly's clit, to grab the base of my cock and squeeze it gently.

"Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Cunteater? You're about to have a sperm chaser." And I felt the liquid shoot up my shaft and spurt against the roof of her mouth. She couldn't close her lips, her tongue tried to swallow it, and I was concerned for a second she would choke on it. Most of it slid down her throat, the remainder coming to rest on the inside of her cheek.

She was sobbing, but still no tune. No stopping the scene. I stayed there, letting my dick go limp as she continue to vibrate against her bonds, attempting to swallow the accumulated saliva and sperm.

Loren cupped my balls and reached down to kiss me. It was an awkward position, which we held for a few heartbeats before we pulled back. 

I opened Shelly's eye flaps and looked at her – tears flowing, eyes puffy, but no trace of anguish – just pure bliss and confusion. Twisting the ring slowly, I let her lips and jaw relax.

"What... the... fuck... was... that...???" She repeated it over and over again. "Is that what all the... fuss... fuck...is about?"

I kissed Loren properly, running my hands over her breasts, down to feel her bush, and how sloppy wet she was. I gave her ass a quick slap and she jumped, not breaking the kiss, moaning into me.

"Fuck... fuck... fuckkkkk...." Shelly was completely limp, a subtle change given the restraints.

I undid the ropes letting her head come back flat on the carpet and carefully pulled the head gear off, knowing she must be boiling inside.

It took a few more minutes to get her completely undone and she just lay there, breathing and letting her muscles uncramp.

"Holy fuck, you two..." She looked at the two of us sitting against the couch, Loren's legs splayed open, her pussy inches from the top of Shelly's head. "Fuck..."

She lay there for several minutes gently moving her arms and legs, her fingers exploring her slit, trying to find that spot. We watched, our hands playing with each other's body, calming down.

"Fuck." 

"Anybody hungry?" I asked, grinning.

"Oddly," Shelly said weakly, scraping her tongue with her teeth. "I am. I need something to chase that slime down." She was trying to roll over onto her hands and knees. 

I couldn't quite get over the surreality of the situation as I poured the drinks. Two beautiful women, naked in my living room, one just experiencing an orgasm for the first time, her body smooth and muscled, the other, just recently reluctant to have sex with another woman now prepared to be punished by her.

Drinks in hand we moved to the kitchen, stretching limbs. I had one hand on Shelly's lower back, rubbing in small circles. Loren had her arm around me, her head against my shoulder. As we combed through the leftovers I looked at the clock. The last time I had noted the time, it was 8:30 – and now it wasn't even two hours later. So little time had passed and so much fun we'd had. So much more time and fun to cum.

* - * - * - *

When I finally woke up, the sun was just peeking through the windows. I was tangled in a forest of arms and legs, one hand trapped by smooth thighs the other resting on a hair covered muff. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling trying to piece together the prior evening and finally giving up. I'd had way too much to drink, a fact revealed when I tried to move my head too quickly.

My moan stirred my bedmates, releasing my trapped hands. Carefully slipping off the bed, I made my way to the bathroom to survey the damage and recycle the alcohol. The image that stared back at me in the cold morning light was not something I'd like to wake up next to: bleary, red-eyed, a gut out of shape, a cock retracted as if trying to hide, and a face that had seen better years...years ago. I splashed water on it, trying to clear the fog and think about what I had in store for the day. Grocery shopping, in spite of Shelly's left overs, and...something else. A shift in the light and I looked up to see Loren walking past me to sit on the toilet. My how domestic we've become, the thought bubbled up. I whispered a good morning, not because I didn't want to disturb Shelly, but because I didn't want to disturb my head.

"Anna!" I rested my hands on the counter and looked in the mirror again.

"What?" Loren looked up, drip drying.

"We've got Anna tonight. Shit!"

She moaned and wiped herself, rubbing up against me to use the sink. "Do we have to?"

I wasn't feeling up to it now, but it was a whole day away. She had said something about having to come and it wouldn't be disappointing...or something.

"Shit! What time is it?"

We both turned to look at Shelly in the bedroom. She'd bolted up, the covers falling away to reveal those lovely breasts. 

"Oh..phew...8:30..." She wiped a strand of hair and looked up to see us framed in the bathroom door. "Uhhh, hi. Good morning." She gave us a shy smile and looked around the bed. "Uhhh... that... last night... mmmm...t hat was....intense."

I grabbed a bottle of aspirin, offered a couple to Loren before joining her in the bedroom. In spite of my head and the threat of nausea, I had to ask. "Breakfast? Or don't you have time?"

"No...no, I've got a little while. I've got to get going on this job tonight. It's mostly done, but I'll need most of the day...no...breakfast..." She paused, taking an inventory. "I can't believe I'm actually hungry after last night. Did we really drink that much?" She curled out of the bed and went to use the bathroom. 

Loren and I didn't bother to get dressed, what was the point? It was a gorgeous day, already in the mid-70s. I had been dressed less and less recently, and decided right then I'd only be dressed if the weather demanded it. It felt great to hang out, the air brushing against my naked skin. And I knew I could expect her to do the same, whether she thought of it herself or wanted to avoid being punished. It was a great setup.

Within a few minutes of entering the kitchen, Shelly, who had decided to throw on one of my shirts, had a pan of eggs going, fresh orange juice squeezed and a rack of sausages cooking. Loren and I had managed to get some toast in the toaster, our heads protesting with every movement. Ahh, youth. I smiled grimly at the thought. She was only four years Loren's junior. She handled her liquor better, that was for sure.

"So, you two," Shelly looked up after digging into her breakfast. "Do you do that every weekend?"




Rule of Thumb Ch. 14



We shook our head, taking it a little slower. "Noooo," I said, smiling weakly. "Last night was definitely a first...for both of us...and last weekend was a first...but," I paused, looking between the two of them. "I hope not the last." In spite of the hangover, the thought of doing something like that again had been playing over and over in my head.

The two women looked at each other and smiled, sharing some mutual thought that didn't need to be said. I just sipped my juice and took a bite of food. "Me too," Loren said, her hands coming onto the table, reaching for both of us.

"When did you have your first orgasm?" Shelly looked at the two of us. Typical morning conversation around the breakfast table.

I thought about it. 13? If you can call it that. Yeah. "13," I said, matter-of-factly. What did I have to hide from these two after last night?

They both looked up. "Really?" almost in unison.

"Well, yeah...I mean, guys start masturbating as soon as their cocks get stiff. So...yeah, I think it was just about then. What?" I lifted another small forkful. "You said you had one at 12-1/2..."

"I did not!" Loren looked at me like I was crazy. "Where did you get that idea?"

I thought back to the first night at Anna's where she had revealed her need to be spanked. "Uhhh, when we were at Anna's and you told us about your childhood..."

She shot me daggers and I looked at her. She was uncomfortable exposing herself that way...in front of Shelly? Interesting. I smiled and she started to get angry until she understood. "No,"" she whispered. "Don't."

Shelly looked up, confused, having missed almost all of the exchange. "Whats' up?"

"Well," I said, slowly, drawing out Loren's discomfort. "In spite of Loren being my submissive, she still thinks she has the right to say 'no.' But, as we demonstrated to you last night, that word isn't really in our vocabulary is it."

Shelly shivered a little, thinking back to the scenes. "Fuck. No. That was fucking intense you guys. That head thing. What the fuck is that? And I couldn't believe you really fucked me in the ass. Why did I let you do that?" She moved her butt on the chair, remembering the feeling. "And I sucked your pussy...again! I can still smell you." She wasn't being cruel – she clearly enjoyed every second of it – she just hadn't processed it all yet. "I...that was...the best fucking night of my life..." She squeezed our hands, her eyes flooding. "I've never...I'd...I don't know when....fuck...I only hope I can figure out how to do it again..." She whispered the last part and I squeezed her hand back.

"Which part – climaxing or having me shove my cock in your holes?" Loren's behavior had triggered a shot of testosterone.

"Climaxing," she clarified, "but don't get me wrong, I'm not saying no to having you fuck me again...just not in my ass...or my throat..." 

It was funny and it lightened the moment, but I looked across the table at Loren to let her know she wasn't off the hook. There was clearly something going on between her and Shelly, whether Shelly knew it yet or not, Loren felt it, and she wasn't sure what it was. She looked down at her plate and back up, trying to maintain some sense of normalcy – a show for Shelly – but I could see the struggle under the surface. Was it the beginning of a crush or something more? Like maybe she was growing a taste for domination herself. It was too soon to know, but I could see where this could lead to some very lovely evenings. Delicious, food filled evenings with a side dish of torment. My cock pulsed at the possibilities.

"So, back to my point," I pointedly looked at Loren, indicating she would be dealt with later, "Loren is still working through her feelings about being a submissive..." I let it hang in the air, watching Shelly as she turned her attention to Loren.

For her part, other than a deep blush, Loren revealed nothing more. As if she hadn't already exposed herself in the most vulnerable way. I was looking forward to the evening at Anna's.

* - * - * - *

The day flew by – shopping, house cleaning, a few accounts to attend to – and it was 6 o'clock before I knew it. I looked up at the knock on the door, realizing it must be Loren and I wasn't even close to ready. 

I let her in, stepping away from the doorway. I hadn't bothered to keep my clothes on when I'd come back from my errands, beginning to enjoy my nudism. She looked fantastic, as usual. Younger than I remembered her from the morning, but then again, both of us had looked old after last night. She was wearing a red gingham shirt and blue jeans. Her hair, blown dry into that breezy style, her face lit up. 

She looked at me, a little surprised. "Tsk...what's going on? You aren't ready to go? Mistress Anna will be cross with us...." She stopped and narrowed her eyes. "Or is that what you're planning – to give her a reason to punish us?"

I reached out and pulled her tight against me, stopping her with a deep kiss. Her hands traveled down to the top of my cheeks and she pulled me against her, feeling my cock swelling.

"It'll take me less than three minutes to throw some clothes on." I pulled away, pulling her with me. "Tell me about your day...and, given your disobedience this morning, I don't need an excuse for her to punish you."

Her demeanor shifted, the bright breeziness clouded over as a look of panic briefly crossed her face. "You wouldn't..." she said quietly, exploring my face. "You won't!" Her concern I would reveal her feelings about Shelly rushed back.

I shrugged – it was up to her and she knew it. She backed away, hugging herself a little, looking down and thinking about what might be in store for her. She shook her head and followed me as I went to get dressed.

We arrived on time, greeted by Mamiko dressed in a black silk jumpsuit with no apparent opening. It was if she had been dipped into a vat of squid ink. She looked like some sea creature – shiny, wet, slinky.

"Ahhh, how nice the two of you could make it..." Anna greeted us from the living room, a drink already in her hand. "I've gotten started already – please..." she motioned to the bar. Apparently we were on different terms – beyond guests, I suppose.

I wasn't keen on drinking much, as the night before still lingered, and raising an eyebrow to Loren, made us both very weak G&Ts.

"So," she said, after we had all found a place to sit, "that was quite a show you put on last week..."

As we chatted about Loren's "demonstration" as Anna put it, I was struck, once again with that dream-like feeling from the morning. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe something was going on with me, but we were chatting about Loren's submission, her vulnerability and her exposure to my associates as if we were discussing the latest model of cars or the most recent political fiasco. 

I carefully shifted my eyes between Loren and Anna as we talked, waiting to see how long it would take for Anna to tease out Loren's feelings about Shelly. Every once in a while I would see Mamiko, a shiny slick sea organism leaning against the fireplace mantle, also waiting, but for what I could only imagine.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 15



"I'm curious," Anna changed the topic slightly. "How did you feel about being on display to Richard's friends?" Anna watched as I turned my attention to Loren's face, hoping she would answer carefully.

"I..." she paused, collecting her thoughts and studiously ignoring me, smiling a little at the silent thought shared between us. "I hated it...I hated Rick for making me do it, and I hated you for putting me through it that way." 

Her answer felt cathartic, as if Loren had been able to admit to someone the feelings she had already shared with me. It was honest even as it kept our own feelings private. It was like a landmine had blown up whatever Anna thought she had been setting up. I looked back at our hostess to see her eyebrows raised, her lips pressed into a thin smile, nodding slightly.

"But," Loren continued, before Anna could interrupt. I shot my eyes back to her, intrigued by how far she was going to go, "Rick helped me understand that I had complete control over the situation, and my failure to put a stop to it is nobody's fault but my own." She looked down when she said it, entering her submissive character.

"Well, something happened last weekend," Anna sniffed a little. "You've taken on a completely different look." Loren looked up at her, her face brightening at the possibility Anna liked her transformation. I smiled inwardly at Loren's presumption Anna cared one iota about how she looked. "But I think it's time to get out of those things."

As Loren stood to undress, Anna continued. "And," her tone and posture shifted a little. "The chef...how does she play into this?" She asked it as if she already knew, raising surprised looks from the both of us. "Oh please. Really?"

Who was this woman? How did Shelly even get on her radar what with the insanity of the rest of the evening? Did she have my house bugged? I thought about that for a moment and made a note to call Gordy for some help in that department...Hmmm...

"...practically devoured you with her eyes," Anna continued. "I hope to god you did something about that."

Loren hid her reaction as best she could, bending down to slide her jeans and panties to her feet. But when she rose back up, she couldn't hide the panic in her eyes as she looked over at me, begging me silently not to take the bait.

"Was it that obvious?" I looked back at Anna, student to teacher, stalling for time.

"Richard. Don't play me for the fool. You had everyone else in the room eating out of my hand, but the one most interested in the goings on...you didn't even bother to introduce me." She rose to refresh her drink, a slight nod to Mamiko signifying a shift in the evening. "And don't try to hide behind the excuse that she was just the help..."

"No, it's true, but I'm surprised at how you figured it out...it wasn't obvious to either of us until the end of the evening." I dragged out the answer watching Loren spread her legs and place her hands behind her neck. Mamiko had apparently left the room; I couldn't see her as I looked from Loren to Anna and back again. Seeing her spread open and vulnerable was too much for my cock; it started to stiffen.

"You're welcome to undress as well, Richard," Anna offered.

I had other intentions this evening. Tonight I wasn't going to play the submissive. I nodded in acknowledgment but made no move to take her up on the suggestion. "Yeah, anyway, you nailed that one," I continued, staring at Loren to watch her panic rising. "Shelly. She approached me after everyone had gone and practically begged me to do to her what we'd done to Loren." I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head slightly.

"And did you?" Anna had returned to the couch, her hand drifting onto my thigh. We both stared at Loren as she watched Anna start to fondle me. "Eyes down, cunt. Your Master is about to tell me a story. You have nothing to worry about, you will be punished this evening, and I think Richard is about to tell us why."

Loren looked down, closing her eyes, the struggle so close to the surface she was almost vibrating. What did I want here? And then I quickly realized it wasn't about me. What did Loren want here? She held the trump card – all she had to do was utter her safe word. But how I forced the issue was up to me. She and I could work through it ourselves, or we could expose her to Anna. 

"Richard?" Anna's fingers closed around my fabric covered erection.

"Sorry, I was just taken by how gorgeous that cunt is," I swallowed, coming to a decision. It was time to start breaking away from this woman, and paradoxically, it occurred to me the fastest way to do it was to let her handle Loren's reticence around the topic of Shelly. "Yes, well," I took the step off the precipice, watching as Loren swallowed and kept shaking her head slightly.

"We had Shelly over last night for a slightly different party," I turned to Anna, smiling. She looked amused, indicating I should go on. "Right, so Shelly's revelation last week inspired us to consider bringing her into the relationship." I let it hang there, ambiguously as I took the last swig. My stomach was feeling better, and the alcohol had cleared the remaining cobwebs. Anna's light strokes were making me uncomfortably hard. All of which inspired me to stand up and refresh my drink.

"I think Loren actually enjoyed being the dominant." I had my back to them, so couldn't judge either's reaction, but I knew I had given Loren the out she was begging for and allow us to leverage Anna's expertise. That it was true didn't hurt of course, but I knew there was far more to it than that – I would be punishing her for that, if not through Anna tonight, then on our own. A small clap and a giggle gave me Anna's reaction. I carefully breathed to release my tension, not wanting her to see how anxious I had been.

"You two. From the very first day. I knew we wouldn't need the full two months. You two are so ahead of schedule. This is fantastic. Fantastic!"

I turned back to see Anna smiling and Mamiko re-entering the room pushing a...an...armature was the closest name I could come up with. It was a column of wood – a small glue-lam beam actually, attached to a rolling platform. Mamiko had it tipped back slightly so she could roll it, which she did easily and silently up behind Loren where she couldn't see it. 

Turning back to the couch, I continued as best I could. There was something building in me, changing. I needed to get us out of here, or more like, I needed to get home with Loren and punish her myself. "Right. Well. I'm glad you approve." I took a drink and watched as Mamiko began inserting a small black rod into one of the many holes drilled into the column. Based on its position, it was obviously meant for Loren to straddle, but I could tell it wouldn't be comfortable.

"Loren really hasn't admitted that yet," I continued, "and I was a little disappointed she tried to hide it from me this morning." I watched as she jerked a little at the memory of our breakfast conversation. "I suggested she would be punished for her lack of openness, and I was hoping you could offer us a particularly apt way to drive the lesson home." I sat back to take another sip and let Anna unzip my pants and relieve the tension on my cock. She slowly rubbed her thumb on the underside of the shaft, stopping just below the glans where she squeezed, gently at first and then with greater pressure until I yelped. 

"Thermostat," I said firmly and she backed off. "Not tonight, Mistress Anna. Tonight is about you and the cunt. We need you to help her open up about this emerging need." I watched Loren swallow a small sob.

"Well, as Mamiko sets up, let's talk a little theory, just to set the stage, if you will," her eyes indicating the armature. She continued to stroke me with one hand, sipping her drink with the other.

"You both know where I stand on this: to be a dominant you must truly understand the submissive's position, literally and figuratively. I don't think you've bottomed out on that yet, Richard, but I respect your wishes for the evening. Now the opposite isn't necessarily true. Submissives many times don't have any desire to be dominants and in those cases it doesn't do a bit of good to put them in that position. However, there are plenty of cases of submissives who's dominant character is latent, perhaps even expressed as submissive most of the time, but who need to switch. I've not seen the statistics on it," she took a drink, her tone taking on a slightly academic nuance, "but in my experience it is more than a small minority of submissives.

"After all," she continued, moving her hand around the waistband of my trousers indicating I should help her move them down my legs. "the submissive's position is the lead in the power relationship – becoming the dominant only shifts her expression of that power. Of course, it immediately removes her true power, even if it allows her to express her need to dominate more explicitly." She paused, running her fingers down to by balls. "Look at my hand, cunt." 

I watched Loren look up at our faces first, tears forming in her eyes and then quickly down to see Anna had cupped my balls, my shaft and head extending purple and angry above the heel of her hand.

"It's a conundrum, really, when you analyze it at that level, isn't it?" She looked between the two of us, professor and student. "Think about it. The submissive really owns the power exchange, no matter how the dominant sets up the scene. Why should she shift? What is it that motivates her to take the top position? She loses the power exchange, but she gains the opportunity to explicitly control the situation, even as the submissive implicitly is in control. 

"Apparently, some submissives, and a fair number of dominants, need to switch between explicit and implicit control; from what I've learned, it is the act of relinquishing explicit or implicit control that is sought after." She paused again. "Interesting, don't you think?"

I nodded and Loren whispered, "Yes, Mistress Anna."

"Mistress Anna," I interrupted her. "If you continue, I'll make a mess."

She nodded slightly and Mamiko was on her knees, her lips pressed to the top of my head, sucking only the surface of the glans, as if she were sucking a straw.

I jerked at the intensity of it, and my surprise momentarily stopped my ejaculation. "But, the other night...you?" I was confused at Anna's sudden change in heart about allowing Mamiko to service me. I looked up to see Loren's eyes widen. Why would Mamiko sucking me off be any more distressing than Shelly doing it?

"She isn't a stupid little whore, Richard." Anna said firmly, her fingers doing something to my balls and base of my shaft, starting me down the road of no return. "She needs to be punished regularly as well, don't you, you little cock-sucker."

Mamiko mumbled something, never removing her lips from my head, continuing to suck in, waiting for my sperm to erupt. The whole thing was too much for me and I relinquished to the exquisite feeling, moving my eyes between Mamiko's head on my head to Loren's tear stained face watching us. As I jerked my cum out up my shaft, Mamiko sucked in harder, pulling the stream into her mouth, keeping her lips stuck to my head, even as it jerked. It was over far too soon, and it only increased my interest in fucking her. Perhaps that was also part of Anna's intent – to tease me with the least possible engagement and leave me wanting.

Mamiko sat back on her heels, her cunt lips making a camel-toe of the black material. I stared between my legs, watching Anna's fingers continue to play on my shrinking member, taking in Mamiko's spread legs and swollen pussy. As late-cumming drops emerged, Anna took them, one by one on separate fingers, until I was done. Mamiko leaned forward and licked her Mistress' hand, like the pet she was. The effect was enough to make me jerk a little.

"Soon, Richard. Soon." 

I wasn't at all certain what she meant, but I hoped it was more than just a reference to my getting erect again.

"And now, with the appetizer out of the way, let's move to the main course." At the announcement, Mamiko unfolded to standing and turned to Loren, silently motioning her to step backward. 

Loren jumped in surprise when her waist touched the rod extending from the column and she turned to look. Mamiko touched her elbow, moving her up onto the platform and indicated she should step up on her toes to straddle the rod. 

I watched in silence as the rod extended through her legs, pushing up against her pussy lips. She was on her toes – as if she were wearing high heeled shoes – in what I suspected was a terribly uncomfortable position. Once she had her situated to her liking, Mamiko whispered something in Loren's ear making her gasp and then reached a belt around her waist, attaching her to the wooden column. 

Her hands had been behind her head the entire time Such a trooper! but now Mamiko took them behind the column, behind Loren's head and cuffed them there. Kneeling down, she attached Loren's ankles with small leather loops to a piece of steel at the base of the column, keeping her spread open about hip distance.

Loren's legs were trembling, no doubt from the strain of how she was standing, and we watched as she tried to let herself down. After an inch or so, the rod was pushed deep up into her pelvis – not inside her, just across her perineum, pulling in her pussy lips and I imagined her asshole. Nothing about it looked comfortable. Her legs were a little less strained, but in this position, she was still carrying her weight on the balls of her feet. 

After a few more moments, I watched her try and settle down further, resulting in a small sob of pain and more of her soles touching the platform. Mamiko was studiously ignoring her, focusing instead on getting out the trainer and laying out its wires. 

Anna sat and watched with me, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the top of my cock with one hand, the other beginning to drift between her legs.

Mamiko, satisfied with the trainer's wires, again turned her attention to Loren, pulling delicately on her pussy lips until they were open and free of the rod. Loren had eased down a bit more, her heels almost completely on the platform, but her thighs still tensing to absorb the pressure against her pelvis. With each of Mamiko's tug on her lips, she cried out slightly, tears dropping from her cheeks. Watching her submit to this punishment only confirmed my belief that she truly wanted this, truly needed it. What other explanation for why she didn't just put a stop to it?

Mamiko worked efficiently, clipping the wires to each of Loren's cunt lips – two on the outer lips and two on the more delicate inner lips – her clit and her nipples. Perhaps because the pain against her core was so intense, or perhaps because of how Mamiko did it, Loren barely winced as the clips closed.

"We'll let you keep your mouth free, for now, cunt, as you've been extraordinarily quiet during your preparation...and because we'll want to hear you." Anna's meaning wasn't at all clear. Hear her how? "The equipment is a little novel this evening, in spite of the familiarity of the trainer. In a moment, Mamiko will relieve some of the remaining pressure off your groin, but you'll find that relief to be brief - the true torment is still ahead of you." She stood up, offering me her hand. "Let's have a little dinner while your cunt entertains us."

I stood up, my pants and briefs pooling at my feet. I stepped out of them, slipping my feet out of my socks and shoes as well, but leaving my shirt on. I wanted to be free of any clothing that might interfere with my next erection. As we walked to the dining room, I watched Mamiko step behind the armature, tilt it back using her foot against the base of the platform and roll it. Loren yelped a little as she slid back against the rod, her ass pushed against the column, but I could tell this new angle relieved her of the remaining pressure.

As Anna and I took our seats, Mamiko positioned the platform off to the side of the table where we could see Loren, "parking" it in its angled position, Loren spread open on display, the trainer's wires dangling from her nipples and lips.

"You have a remote control, Richard," Anna said, pointing to one next to her. I looked down and saw a simple black plastic rectangle with only two controls – an up and down arrow. "As does Mamiko and as do I. We each control a slightly different set of features on the trainer. This little game, and I've never found it to fail to be amusing, I like to call: Improvisational Torment. As you'll soon see, we have the power, jointly, to make your cunt's life miserable, ecstatic or somewhere in between. She plays a part in this little improv of ours – her part is her involuntary response, her likely pleas for release, and then ultimately her orgasm, which I predict will be loud, prolonged and anything but pleasurable." She motioned to Mamiko who exited to the kitchen, no doubt to get the serving cart. 

"And, cunt," Anna directed her words to Loren, "you will tell us what Richard has intimated you've been keeping secret. It is the most delicious part of the punishment, truly, having you let go of whatever stupid little secret you think you can keep from us. Tonight, if I have any sense of how things are going, you will finally relinquish to your Master. Tonight, Richard, begins your true journey together as Loren finally let's go of her independence and commits herself to you."

I raised my eyebrows at the speech – it seemed to be practiced, almost ceremonial. I was compelled to raise my glass in a toast, clinking it against hers as she stared directly into my eyes. I nodded slightly, both acknowledging I'd heard what she'd said, and hopefully expressing my gratitude. In the back of my head, I silently hoped this was the last time we ever crossed her threshold. As much as I was learning, every time I felt more in over my head than the last. What had I done getting my associates involved? And then Gordy's face popped into my mind's eye and I almost choked on my drink. No wonder, I mentally kicked myself. No wonder he told me to stay the hell away. The woman was a demon.

A small moan-like squeak came from Loren, breaking me from my reverie. Anna had done something with her remote but I couldn't tell what effect it was having. I touched the up arrow and watched Loren jerk her torso – apparently mine controlled her breasts. I kicked it up a notch or two and was pleased to hear her cry out, trying to jiggle the clips from her breasts. As Mamiko served us, we adjusted our controls, observing Loren's reactions, until we got her into some sort of equilibrium, her breath coming in short pants, her hips moving back and forth along the rod, trying to find some kind of relief.

The food, as usual, was delicious. No doubt Loren was starving on top of all of the other discomfort she was feeling, the aromas of the meat and vegetables filling the room. Anna engaged me in small talk, mentioning some of the prospects I'd sent her way were coming in for their first appointment the following week, and did I have anything I could offer her about them. 

A shriek from Loren stopped us mid-sentence and we turned to watch her. Mamiko obviously controlled the clip on Loren's clit, and she had turned it on after sitting down.

"Please, please, oh god, please...nooo, please, shit...please..." her head was moving from side to side, her eyes glazed, brimming with tears. "godgodgodgod...noooooo" No amount of bucking her hips would help, the rod only pressed deeper against her, offering her no relief. The pulsing of the clips was apparently not synchronized.

I turned to Anna. "It appears the clips aren't in synch with each other – is that true?" I felt like an art critic, or an audience member at a dress rehearsal, picking apart the technicalities of the performance, even as the actress was putting her all into it. Being clinical seemed the best strategy to avoid alarm or panic.




Rule of Thumb Ch. 15



She smiled. "Devilish, isn't it? Cunt! You will stop that jibber-jabber this instance. Now, your Master is unclear about your interests in...Shelly, is it?" She turned to me to confirm. "Shelly. He thinks you enjoy being the top with her, is that true?"

Loren squeezed her eyes shut as an intense pulse went through her, struggling not to cry out. She nodded and gasped. "Yessss..." it came out as if a balloon had been punctured. "Mistresssssss..." she added with the next breath.

"Ummhmmm. And we'd both like to know a little bit more about that...why do you want to torment poor Shelly?"

She took a deep breath, the pulsing apparently subsiding enough for her focus. "I...fuck fuck fuck...I...she just looked so...so, fuck me, shitshitshit..." she gasped for breath. "Vulnerable" she practically shouted as the waves all came together across her entire body. "FUCKKKKK!" She arched her back, rubbing her lips against the rod but not able to find any relief, the trainer hitting her in all her sensitive parts.

Anna turned back to her food and continued discussing business. Mamiko was silent, slowly eating and ignoring everything other than the plate in front of her. I tried to concentrate on Anna's words, Loren's gasping and low moans, interrupted by a breathy curse, providing the sound track to our conversation. Every now and again, I would adjust my control, Loren's response was a direct stimulant to my stiffening cock.

"I can see how this could become addicting," I commented to Anna. "So little effort for so much impact. And the group thing – it's a completely new dimension." Again, the clinical feeling, the deconstructing of the scene, even as Loren's torment filled the room. I could smell her now, the perfume from her arousal adding a green grass floral note to the aromas from the food. I looked closely at the rod, seeing it had become slick with her juices. "Do they cum from this, really?" I knew she was close, her noises becoming more high pitched – a continuous humming as the pain from each point merged together.

She took a sip from her drink, nodding slightly. "Of course. It's particularly fun to deny them the release, or to make their release a punishment. You know the drill. Anyway, I know this one from experience." She went silent, her eyes looking inward. "He had me on this too many times to count." 

Whatever combination we'd come to, its effect on Loren was purely pleasurable. She had closed her eyes, moving her hips along the rod, pulling on the cuffs behind her head, trying to jiggle her breasts, whether to loosen the clips or increase the feeling I couldn't tell.

"And, cunt," Anna asked, "is there more than a need to dominate Shelly? Is there an emerging...romantic interest, perhaps?" She said it as a taunt, looking over at me with a wink.

My heart seemed to stop. My breathing did for sure, as I waited for Loren's answer. Was it just a shot in the dark, was it a natural taunt to make, or did she know something? In any event, here was that little moment of truth I had promised Loren, she had known was coming, and that I'd hoped would have been mine to extract. Still, I didn't want to miss her response – that would have been a tragedy. I turned to look at her, away from Anna, both to capture Loren's response fully, and to hide my reaction as much as possible. Mamiko sensed something had changed and looked up as well, waiting.

Loren's eyes popped open, the next wave of pulses hitting her and she shouted in pain and pleasure. "YES!!! YES!! MISTRESS!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!! GODDAMMIT, yes..yes," she began to sob, her chest inhaling deeply, only to exhale as she cried. The pulses diminished, leaving her gasping and crying for more. "Yes, yes, yes...please. I'll do whatever you ask. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Yes. I want to do this to Shelly, to make her do what she watched me do for you. Yes, I...don't know...I want her...I don't know!" She pushed against the rod futilely, struggling for release.

Anna finished her dinner, suggesting I do the same, leaving Loren to moan and cry softly or loudly as the pulses changed intensely. Anna continued to pry about the prospects, but I begged off knowing much more than I'd already offered her. When we had finished, Mamiko cleared our plates and left with the cart.

"And, cunt," Anna turned again. I watched as Loren's eyes popped open, preparing for the worst. "Do you relinquish all independence from your Master, place your full trust in him, and only do as you are instructed?" She must have had an insight into the timing of the pulses, because again, they hit Loren hard, forcing a scream of anguish and curses. Her eyes squeezed out tears, her mouth opened and closed until the waves of pain passed and then she stared at me, looking for me, her head nodding, her eyes filling with an emotion I hadn't seen since that first day, just a few weeks ago. That sense she had arrived someplace she'd been searching for her whole life.

"Yes," she moaned, staring at me, hoping I could read her thoughts. "Yes. I am yours, Master. You are my everything...FUCK...you..." she took a breath, a small pulse train moving through her... "Yes, I'm yours...I'll do anything you ask...just let me cum, let me cum, let me cum..." She continued to plead, her words an almost unintelligible stream.

Mamiko returned with the cart, filled with after dinner liqueurs and four small fruit tarts. I looked at the fourth place setting on the table and didn't put it all together. If they knew she was going to be tortured, why did they set a place for her? My confusion must have been obvious.

"One never knows, Richard. The evening could have gone, and still could go, any number of ways. Personally, I'm still not satisfied with your cunt's response. Cunt!" she turned back to Loren. "You'll say anything to get release won't you?"

Loren shook her head, tears flying. "No, Mistress, no. Not anything. I'm begging you. I'll do anything to make this stop, to let me cum...I mean it...I meant what I said...Master! Please, believe me...You know I'm your slave. I'm your slave, I'm your slave! OHHH!!! FUCKKKKKK!"

I smiled at her knowing she was lying and happy for it. We had an agreement, and while I knew I would have to punish her even more for her outright, bold-faced lies to me and Mistress Anna, I also silently thanked her for keeping our bond of trust stronger than her punishment. Besides, I knew she must truly be enjoying this, otherwise, why not use her safe word???

I turned to Anna. "What are you serving for dessert?" 

She smiled, appreciating I felt no compulsion or need to intervene on Loren's behalf. "You have truly come a long way in a short time, Richard." She put one of the tarts on a plate. "It's one of cook's specialties – a recipe she claims has passed down several generations. It's best with the pear brandy, I think." She poured me a glass. All the while, Loren moaned quietly, now joined by a squishing sound from her pussy against the rod.

"So, cunt. Here's the deal. You want to cum?" Anna looked positively evil with her broad smile, like a hyena.

Loren looked up, her head heavy. "Yes. Please. Please let me cum, Mistress. Please."

"Of course, pet. Very soon. Let's just get one little thing out of the way. Well, two. One small, and perhaps one a little larger. First the little one: next week, you'll bring your little plaything over to the house to get her properly introduced." Anna paused, waiting for her response.

Loren jerked her head up, fear and...something else...in her face. The pulses started in again and she screamed, pushing hard against the rod. "YES! OKAY! YES! I agree. I agree. I agree." She breathed hard, panting from exhaustion.

Mamiko had stood up, taking with her a small box sitting next to her plate.

"Richard, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I believe your cunt and your relationship would be improved if you made a permanent adjustment to her."

It was my turn to look up, surprised and suspicious. 

Anna held up her hand. "Before you interrupt, I ask only that you hear me out. I think you'll find my intuition makes a lot of sense. It has been clear to me, since the first time I saw you two together that if your relationship continued down this path, the two of you would be best served with something more than words to bind you. Given Loren's desire for pain and punishment, it would only be fitting, pardon the pun, that this permanent "bond" be a way to help inflict future pain and punishment." She paused.

"Go on..." I licked my lips and looked over at Loren, her head hanging down, her breasts rising and falling with her panting breath. The pulses must have been quiet at the moment.

"You may remember I recommended a small shop downtown that has some simple versions of my little toys? Jordan, the proprietor, and I have had a long-standing relationship." She stopped for a moment to sip her brandy, but I got the feeling it was to collect herself. Could their relationship have extended back to when her husband was running the show? A shiver ran down my spine. "Jordan's machines, while not nearly as sophisticated as the trainer, do a pretty good job. As part of his kit, he often pierces submissives with gold-plated electrodes – making the effect far more efficient and powerful."

As she mentioned the word piercing, Mamiko opened the box revealing a velvet lined set of depressions, each filled with an elongated gold pill of varying sizes. Some were almost needle thin, while others were fatter, like a pain killer tablet. My breath caught in my throat as I considered what she was proposing. Loren and I had never discussed anything permanent – piercings, tattoos, brandings – the subject hadn't come up in all of her research or questions. I didn't know where she stood or what she would want, but I knew we couldn't expect a rational decision from her in her current state.

"I would like to offer you Mamiko's services in piercing your cunt's cunt. She is certified and the procedure is quick, sterile, and as painful as you'd like." She took another sip and stared at me, waiting.

I jerked my gaze away from the open box to Loren's whimpering, rising in pitch until she cried out again – the pulse wave forcing its way from her breasts down to her hips. I could practically see its progress by the way she moved.

"I..." I considered my response carefully. "Mistress Anna, this is an amazing offer. It's just that I've not discussed this alternative with L...my cunt at all." I took a sip. "I think it's too important of a decision to make without her true consent." I had hoped my meaning was clear enough.

Anna smiled thinly. "I already know her answer, and so do you, but you think it will be more...sincere?...if you ask her when she's not begging for release?" That laugh like breaking glass made me wince. "Okay, we'll play it your way...but give me the pleasure of trying a small experiment, yes?"

I shrugged, not knowing what she had in mind.

"Cunt!" She waited until Loren looked up at her, her eyes glazed and red-rimmed. "Did you not just agree to do whatever your Master instructed you, to place your full trust in him?"

Loren looked over at me, confused and slightly panicked. "Yes, Mistress." She barely whispered.

"Your Master has decided to permanently mark you with a piercing through your labia majora – the outer lips of your cunt, so that he can more easily punish you in the future. Mamiko is prepared to pierce you right at this moment, and with it, you will cum like you've never cum before. You are begging for release, here is the second thing your Master expects of you. You know how to tell him 'no.' What do you wish to say?"

Loren's eyes widened as she stared at me for my reaction. I kept my face passive, letting her decide which way to go. She breathed in and out, her stare unfocused, first looking down at her vagina splayed across the rod and back to me. She moved her head back and forth, barely perceptible, swallowing. "Master Rick...is this what you want?" Fear and trust in her voice.

It was put up or shut up time. I'd already extracted an agreement to not proceed this evening – it wasn't something Loren could take back tomorrow if we went through with it. The thought of having some medieval marking on her, the conversation with her gynecologist, random thoughts raced through me with each heartbeat. "Yes," I said quietly, looking directly in her eyes.

She closed hers and dropped her head, nodding in agreement. "If that's what my master wants, then that is what I want." 

My cock, already hard from the constant rising and falling of her cries, stiffened at the corner we had just turned.

Anna just looked at me and smiled, shrugging. "Your choice, Master Rick. Your slave has given her consent." She looked at Mamiko holding the open box.

"Cunt," I turned to her. "Piercing you tonight would be too easy. I want you to think about it over the week, to live with your decision, but to experience it only when Shelly will be present to witness it."

She looked back up in alarm and cried out in protest, even as the pulses peaked, triggering additional cries of pain and pleas to cum. When they had passed, she looked at me tearfully, shaking her head, begging me to not do it then, but to do it now. To give her release and do it now. 

"I think it's time to take those off her, and let her down, Mistress Anna." I said it as neutrally as I could, the implications clear. Loren wouldn't climax tonight. At least not here and not now. I felt a rush adrenaline flow into me as I considered her declaration of complete submission. I needed to talk with her, to assure her this wasn't what I wanted if it wasn't what she wanted. But at the same time I wanted nothing other than to exercise this newly granted power over her.

Mamiko set down the box and quickly removed the clips from Loren's body, rubbing her nipples and lips to ease the pain. She whispered something again, and Loren could only whimper, standing on her toes as best she could as Mamiko removed the clamps from her ankles and wrists.

"Please, Master Rick, please?" Loren stepped off the platform to kneel in front of me, her face even with my raging erection, rubbing her wrists. "What must I do to cum? I've done everything you've asked. What must I do?" She reached her hands up, to gently cup my balls, rolling forward to kiss my cock. "I am your slave. I am yours. Please grant your worthless slave this small request."

If she was acting, she was doing a great job. I so wanted her to be acting. I so wanted her not to have given her freedom up. We had discussed this much at least. I went with my instincts.

"Enough. I've had enough. You will not be permitted to climax tonight. But I will be lenient and not punish you for your clumsy attempts at flattery. Get on your hands and knees like the dog you are and eat your dinner. We'll be leaving shortly."

Anna looked surprised but directed Mamiko to do as I had asked.

As Loren ate, using only her mouth as Mamiko had a couple of weeks before, I retrieved my trousers and got dressed. Anna accompanied me.

"An interesting choice, Master Rick. I'm beginning to see your style emerging." She brushed her hands across my zipper, pushing on my erection. "Perhaps she can give you some relief, even if she is denied hers, eh?" She turned to look at Loren eating as best as she could. "You'll let me know what night next week, yes?"

I nodded, smiling grimly, trying to maintain as stoic a presence as I could. I grabbed Loren's clothes and returned to the dining room watching her finish up. Mamiko had packed the fruit tart in a small bag, a strange gesture given the past hours' events. 

"Okay, cunt. Let's go. You've had enough and it's time we left before we try our gracious hostess' patience." I lightly touched her ribs with my toe and she looked up, shocked and angry, quickly suppressing it when she realized her mistake. She stood, keeping her eyes down, waiting.

It was after 10:00, the neighborhood would be quiet, if not deserted.

"Thank you Mistress Anna. Mamiko. It was, as usual, an enlightening and educational experience. Once again, you have shown us how much we still have to learn." I walked to the door with Loren's clothes and the dessert bag, Loren following me, a step behind. "You'll get me Jason's number, yes?"

Anna gave us both quick hugs and opened the door. "The pleasure was ours, Richard. Loren, you did well tonight. Good luck on your walk home." 

Loren held her arms across her breasts and looked at me as if I was crazy. Taking her elbow, I led her out onto the porch and proceeded to walk her toward the street.

"No, Rick!" She hissed. "Someone will see us! You can't be serious!" She was whispering and in a panic. I didn't let up.

"Didn't you just commit to being my slave? To doing whatever I instructed you?" I stopped her in the shadow of a tree, the streetlamp's halo edge several feet away.

She looked up at me and saw I was serious and the trouble she was in. "But...you...you knew I...I wasn't serious!" She whispered hoarsely. "I had to get out of that place. If I'd used my safe word, it just would have happened next week, or the week after. She wouldn't have stopped! You know that!" She kept her arms across her breasts, her eyes pleading. "Please, come to your senses, Rick and give me my clothes."

I reached over with the hand holding the dessert bag and gently took one arm off her breasts, slipping the bag into her hand. "You lied to her. But more critically, you lied to me." I forced her to look me in the eye. "Your punishment will be to walk home, naked, and we'll discuss what else is in store for you when we get there." She was about to protest when I held my hand up, and peeled her other arm off her breasts. "Don't. Say. Another. Word. Unless it's going to be 'Basket.'"

I turned and began to walk away, hearing her hiss and then her footsteps padding behind. "Not another word, cunt. Until we get home. Naked. Arms away from your breasts." I toyed with walking through the pools of street lamp light, but decided to be merciful and navigated as lightless a path as I could. With only a couple of blocks, the chances of being seen were practically nil, and even if a car drove by it was unlikely either the driver or the passenger would catch a glimpse of us.

"Fuck, Rick! What the fuck was that all about?!!" We had barely closed the door before she started in. "Holy shit! Are your fucking kidding me? Marching me through the neighborhood naked? After what I've just been through?" Her voice cracked and she suddenly cratered, bending over and crying her eyes out. I put down her clothes and went to comfort her, my hands sliding down her naked sides, palms on her ass cheeks. As she crumpled to the floor, I followed her, landing on my knees., my arms draped across her back, her vertebrae pushing up along her rounded spine.

"That...was...so...fucking...awful...." She could barely get the words out between wracking sobs. "Oh....my....fuck...ing...god..."

I had nothing to say. She knew what she had to do. She could have put a stop to it, just like the week before. She had to have wanted it. There was no other explanation.

"Basket, basket, basket, basket." She repeated the word over and over again between her gasps for air. "I..hghup...I...hckgup...I tried...rpp...Rick...I really tried!" She put her arms over my shoulder and cried.

It seemed to go on forever, but I didn't care. I didn't have any place to be, any appointments. I had had a fine evening, eating, drinking and watching her get tortured. Only it didn't look like she was being tortured. It looked like she was getting pleasure from the pain. As she sobbed and gasped for air, I let her just get it all out. She had to make a decision. She knew it and she didn't need me to tell her. We'd had that conversation last week and nothing had changed. Except she just swore to be my slave. Except for that.




Rule of Thumb Ch. 15



Eventually she wound down, resting her head on my shoulder and breathing more regularly. I had sat back on my heels at some point and my knees were feeling a little strained.

"Would you like to go into the living room and talk about it?"

She murmured something I decided was a 'yes,' and gently peeled her back, carefully unfolding, my joints crackling. I sat her on the couch and gave her a comforter to cover herself, went to the kitchen to put her tart on a plate and fixed her a cup of tea. By the time I got back she had curled up and lied down, apparently asleep.

"It's okay," she mumbled, her eye peeking up at me. "I'm awake. Come on and sit down with me." She patted the cushion near her head. 

I didn't know where the conversation, or evening would lead, but I decided I didn't want to disturb a possible future moment and peeled off my pants and shirt. When I sat down, she rested her head on my naked thigh, my hand brushing her hair from her face.

"Why didn't you stop it, Loren?" I asked her in a curious way, not judgmentally.

She shrugged, a tear tickling my thigh. "I tried. I was screaming it in my head. Every time that wave of pain went through me, I tried. I thought I had, I really did. I couldn't even remember my safe tune. What did she do to me?"

I stroked her cheek and let my hand drift down to her neck and collar bone. "Loren. She didn't do anything to you that you didn't let happen. Please. You're scaring me a little."

She turned to look up at my face, her eyes brimming with tears. "I swear I tried, Rick. I just couldn't. I...I..." She closed her eyes and the tears flowed down her temples onto my thighs. I continued to stroke her skin, my fingers traveling down to her breasts to lightly rub her nipples, hoping to ease any residual pain.

She arched her back slightly. I'm not sure she was conscious of doing it and at one point she seemed to moan a little, the rhythm of her breathing changed. Eventually, she looked up again. "Now what," she whispered.

I shrugged and scrunched my mouth. "I think it's still up to you, Loren. Do you want to be my slave? Do you want to have me pierce your vagina with a gold-plated electrode? Do you want to have Shelly initiated by Mistress Anna? I'm fat dumb and happy, here. Master Rick, sovereign king of all he surveys."

She actually giggled a little, moving her hand up to my thigh. "Did you really mean it? Do you really want me to be pierced?" 

I felt that surge of adrenaline again, the feeling of having power over her, of inflicting not only pain at the piercing, but the knowledge she had submitted to being punished again and again. My cock pulsed, bumping against her ear.

She sighed and turned a little. "I take that as a yes. A second time." She went silent, her fingers playing with the hairs on my legs. "I thought you didn't want me to be your slave." It was quiet.

The scene at Anna's house played over and over again – Loren strapped to the column, the trainer pulsing through her. It seemed far away, like in a dream. It didn't fit in this room, the way we were just now. "I don't know, Loren. I don't need you to be my slave. I still don't know what exactly you need or even want. You still need to be punished. You seem to have bought into the scene tonight. What am I supposed to believe, especially when you have the power to stop it and you don't?" 

I continued to stroke her breasts, my cock pushing against her temple. "You were right, what you said just now in the front hall. I see that now. She would have just done it next week, or the week after until you submitted. She thinks she knows you. She's witchy that way. I really think she may have bugged the house." I barked a small laugh, but the notion didn't sound all that farfetched. I had to call Gordy tomorrow...from a Starbucks. "Does she?"

She looked at me confused. "Does she...know me?" 

"Umm hmmm." I stopped my caressing. She needed to get real – did she want the pain, the submission, the total commitment Anna asked of her, or not?

She sat up, pulling the comforter around her and looked at the tea and tart. "Do I want to be your slave?" She looked at me as if I had just admitted to killing puppies.

I held my hands back and let her think about it.

She shook her head, whether in disbelief, denying the thought, or from confusion, and reached for the tea. The comforter dropped to her waist. Her nipples were red and swollen, small indentations from the clips still visible. She sat back with the tea and stared in front of her, thinking. "I. don't...think...so..."

I put my arm around her shoulder and stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt whatever thought process was going on. I didn't need her to be my slave. It sounded like too much responsibility, frankly, and it was never my intention, regardless of what Anna's twisted sixth sense told her.

"Maybe..." She set down the tea and took a bite of tart. "You made me eat my dinner on all fours, like a dog!" She looked over at me in disbelief, slapping my thigh, hard.

"Ouch!" I pulled her hand away, turning her slightly. The movement slid the comforter away from her waist, exposing her further. "Stop blaming me!" I said it with a smile to soften the message, but I meant it. "Please."

"If I'm your slave, why don't you just order me to do whatever you want? Why bother asking or saying please?" She sounded a little petulant, but I detected something else at play.

"I'll tell you how we're going to play this," I decided. It was getting late. Late at night, late into our relationship. Just late. I was not interested in playing a game if the rules kept shifting. One of us was going to get hurt and maybe permanently. 

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing and then widening when she saw I was getting serious. "What? Oh shit. Shit Rick, please, don't get all steely-eyed on me."

I had no idea I got steely-eyed. I was just getting decisive. "It's okay, Loren," I said soothingly, rubbing her shoulders lightly. "Shhh...it's okay. You've been through a lot tonight. You're confused. I get that. But it just occurred to me that I think you really do want to be my slave. It all clicked. Anna might be right. You don't want to take responsibility for the way you feel, for the needs you have. You want me to force you to do the things you really, deep inside, want to do. Regardless, until I hear you say your safe word, I'm going to behave as if the commitment you made with the trainer running current through you, was given truthfully, from your heart." 



Rule of Thumb Ch. 16



Her eyes widened as I spoke and her breath quickened, even as she shook her head slightly. "No," she said quietly. "I don't believe you mean that. You would have me pierced? You want me pierced, and you want me to follow your every order? I can't believe it..." But she didn't move.

And she didn't protest when I stood up, my cock at half mast in front of her face. Or when I gently pulled her to the arm of the couch, resting her chest on it. Or when I pulled the comforter off of her and lifted one of her legs onto the couch back, the other onto the floor.

"You didn't cum tonight, did you?" I asked quietly, the first words I'd said the whole time I was arranging her. 

"No, M...Master Rick..." She didn't turn around, her voice cracking slightly.

"And you begged for it, didn't you?" I ran my fingers down her back, into her ass crack and down to her pussy. She was sticky, from before, but not wet yet. She shuddered.

"Yes...Master Rick."

I pulled one of her thick outer lips out, stretching it, the dark purplish skin a stark contrast to her pale thighs. "This one?" I let it go and stretched the other one. "Or this one?"

She sobbed a little, trying to catch her breath. I saw a glint of moisture oozing from her inner lips. "Please..." she whispered.

I pulled first one and then the other, pinching them a little where the electrode would likely go. "She says she can make it as painful as you'd like. She'll make you cum from it..." I stroked my fingernail up into her inner folds her liquid starting to flow now.

"No...please...you don't mean it." Whispers, murmurs. Not for real.

"But you do," I said softly, my hand moving to her head, pushing her down on the arm slightly. "Tell me you do."

She swallowed and took a breath. "Please," she said a little more strongly. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me...hard."

I moved as if to comply, my cock hard against her entrance, my hand on the back of her head holding her in place. "You will not cum until you tell me the truth. Do you understand? I will fuck you every night this week and come next Friday, or Saturday, whenever Shelly can make it, we will witness you getting pierced and fulfilling the commitment you made tonight, and you won't cum until Anna lets you. That's your choice. You tell me the truth, you admit the truth to yourself, or you accept what you've already committed to." I pushed into her just enough to tease. "Do you understand?"

"Please, Rick. Please just fuck me with that cock of yours. Shove it deep into me and fill me up. I...I...fuck, fuck, FUCK. OKAY! I was telling the truth at Anna's! YES, I will be your slave, yes, I want to be pierced and yes, I want to have Shelly watch! Is that what you want to hear? Just FUCK me!!"

I slammed into her, my cock sliding on frictionless velvet walls, until my pubic bone was against her cheeks. She shouted and moaned, rubbing her clit against the couch cushions. I reached down and stroked her, keeping my cock deep into her. Not moving.

"You. Will. Not. Cum. Un. Til. You. Tell. The. Truth!" With each syllable I pulled out and slammed back into her, forcing her deeper against the arm, her breath pushing out in puffs. I continued the attack, telling her she would be my slave, she would be pierced, whatever I could to force her to confront her denial. She moaned with each assault, pushing back to take my cock as deep as she could, but she didn't utter a word. I could feel my orgasm coming but I wasn't ready. She remained silent.

I pulled out completely, my cock glistening with her juices, and sat back on my heels, looking at her spread open cunt, her legs red where I had slammed against her. I swung my hand down and slapped her right ass cheek hard. She yelped and jerked in surprise and buried her head in her arms against the couch. I slapped her left cheek, leaving a reddened hand print.

"Tell me the truth, cunt! Tell me what you really want. This is it. I will call this off tonight, if I don't get the truth." I came down again and again, her ass turning a bright red, small blood vessels bursting. She was crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath until she finally arched up and screamed. 

"BASKET!"

I stopped, letting my hands down against my thighs. They were numb and I was exhausted.

She was sobbing against the couch arm, her ribs expanding to catch air, her back shaking.

"Okay," she barely uttered. "Okay. Okay. Okay. For reals." She stopped to catch her breath, her back heaving and then relaxing. "Okay. Just stop. Stop. Okay."

She pulled her legs together, moaning and turned over slowly, her body cramped and sore. "Please. don't. leave. me...Please. You don't mean it, right?" She turned to face me, her breasts and belly crosshatched from the fabric, her face tear stained and swollen. She reached her hands up, beckoning me to lie on top of her, to comfort her.

"It's about fucking time," I growled quietly in her ear. "Is that what it's going to take to get you to say it? A fucking beating?" I let my cock slip into her, slowly, until I was buried as deeply as I could get. She just kissed my face, my ears, my neck, whimpering softly, begging me not to leave her, that she really meant it, she really wanted to be mine, to be mine completely. 

"You don't have to be pierced and be my 'slave' to be 'mine,' you know. Right?" I kissed her back, her face salty and hot.

"I want it," she whispered, over and over again. "I've been thinking about it ever since you had me do research that Sunday."

It seemed like a month ago. Had it been only a couple of weeks?

"I asked you then, and I've been thinking about it ever since. And then, tonight, she knew. How did she know? I've been hoping I was just fantasizing, but just now, the thought of having a piece of metal put through me, to be yours. Something just popped...I...don't know how to explain it." She went on, rambling, as if she was retelling a dream.

"Then why," I lifted up to look at her eyes. "Why didn't you just admit to it...just now. Why did you make me wallop you?"

She shook her head and looked away, pushing her hips against me to make me move inside her. I kept in synch, not letting her get any satisfaction. "I don't know, Ri...Master Rick. I don't know. But I know now. Maybe I needed it beaten into me, or out of me. I don't know. But I know now. I want to be your slave to do for you whatever you ask of me, or risk punishment." She reached up and kissed me, pulling me back down against her. I moved inside her, out, out out, until she moaned when I left her empty, and then back in, forcing a sigh.

What the fuck did we just do?

The thought triggered a reaction and I felt the hot liquid begin its journey up my shaft. Pulling out, I shot my load all over her breasts and belly, letting it dribble into her pubic hair.

* - * - * - *

"Gordy." Loren and I were at a coffee shop, waiting for our order. "I need a little help." I adjusted the phone and gave up, putting it on speaker on the table.

"...ld you, Rick. What's going on?"

"It's all good, I think. But you're right about her. She's a witch. I think maybe she bugged my house."

A small garbled noise came from the phone.

"No...no. We're at a coffee shop using my cell."

"Is it worth it, Rick? Has it been worth it? I've had six people call me from that party – told them all the same thing...stay away from her. I don't think they're going to listen. At least maybe we'll get some additional evidence, but frankly, until the DA gets interested, this is all civil stuff..."

"Gordy. I'm serious. I think the place may be bugged. You must know some guys, right?"

A barking laugh. "Know some guys. You think I've got Philip Marlowe on my staff? Yeah. I know a guy. It'll set you back $250/hr for a sweep – 2 hour minimum, although your place won't take that long. I'll see if he'll give you a break. In the meantime, act as if it is bugged but you don't know it. Whatever that means. Shit, Rick, I hope this is all worth it."

"You're a life-saver as usual, Gordy, and seriously, what difference does it make, right? I'm sending you more business. And as far as I'm concerned, it's been some of the best days of my life." I stared at Loren the entire time, winking at the last words, forcing a blush from her. "Our order is coming, Gordy – I'm going to have hang up. When might he make it?"

"I'll call him right now and find out. If he's not on a job it might be this weekend even."

I hung up and nodded slightly to Loren, indicating I expected something from her.

"What Master Rick?" She said quietly after the waitress delivered our plates.

"You're still wearing those underwear?"

She nodded, looking down.

"Off. Place them on the table."

She looked up at me in alarm, looked around the nearly empty restaurant and back shaking her head. 

I pressed my lips tightly and shrugged slightly, suggesting she'd already be punished for her lack of obedience and tucked into my breakfast. When I looked up again, a bit of off-white fabric was next to her plate, her face deep red as she worked on her food.

I had sent her home the night before as soon as she had admitted the truth to me, telling her she was still not to cum. It had been at least 24 hours since she had climaxed, with hours of torment in between. I'm sure her chemistry was all mixed up; she probably hadn't slept all that well – I hadn't asked. I had her wear a dildo from one of the packages she'd ordered and told her she couldn't take it out until the next morning.

I was just feeling out the new dynamic, trying out where it might go. I still wasn't sure I wanted to be her master. What the fuck did that really mean? Two months ago I'd had a perfectly normal widower's life: out with friends, a thriving business, a great relationship with my kids, and coming home every night to a cold dark home. That had been awful. Not at first. Not immediately after Marnie had passed – the whole final months had been so dreadful; she had been so strong until the very end, and then...I hadn't really thought about it much since those final days. Coming home the first week after the hospice was actually a bit of a relief – not having to face her pain, her deterioration. But about two months after her death, it just started to wear. 

Friends did what they did – tried to set me up – one disaster after another. I wasn't interested for at least a year, and by then I had fallen into a very comfortable routine. I didn't ask for Loren to come into my life. I didn't ask to be her "master." And yet, here she was, sitting across from me, waiting on my every word. Obeying my every ridiculous command. Just to see how far this was going to go, I told her she couldn't wear a stitch of clothing when she came over to the house, and I expected her to come over every morning before she left to work so I could "inspect" her, including the dildo which she was supposed to leave in until she arrived. As before, when I had made her streak between the houses she just shook her head, her eyes wide. And as before, no safe word, no real stopping it. And what do you know, this morning, right on time, she knocked at the front door, naked and freaking out.

"C'mon in," I welcomed her, keeping my nakedness away from the open doorway. It was one thing for her to be seen by the neighbors – she was gorgeous. It was quite another to see me. I could barely look at myself in the mirror. I had to start working out more.

"Goddamnit, Rick" She hissed, scooting into the front hall, her arms holding her folded clothes across her breasts. "Why are you making me do this?" She didn't really ask it expecting an answer, and I didn't bother to address it. She was just making it too easy to punish her.

I looked back at her across the table, her breasts barely visible beneath the sheer blouse she had chosen. She'd brought a bra as well, but I nixed it, smiling at her reaction.

The breeziness wasn't back yet, but I knew once she stabilized she'd find it again. There was too much uncertainty, too much newness. Her commitment, her self-realization, her anxiety about Shelly, about the coming ceremony – it was all too much to process. And then through all of that, she'd look at me, reach out and hold my hand tightly and kiss me, thanking me, sobbing. Over and over again. It all made me hard. 

I reached over and took her underwear and slipped it into my pocket. It's one thing to act out a sexual fantasy in public, it's quite another to be witnessed doing it. She breathed out in relief.

"Jamison is coming over at 11." At least one implication was clear – I expected her to be there. I watched her reaction.

"Yes, Master Rick." It was a quiet question.

She was struggling to ask, but I continued eating my breakfast, sipping my coffee. "He's bringing over the slapper."

She twitched and looked down, taking a bite. The unspoken question remained in the air – if Jamison asked to use her, would I let him?

I shifted at the image, the memory of how he had Christine so tightly managed during the party. I chewed my omelet, a thought just beginning to bubble up, but still unformed beneath my consciousness. 

"When you're finished, let's take a little drive." We had a good hour before he showed up and I didn't have much else to do; tormenting her seemed as entertaining as anything else. At least, she seemed to enjoy it.

It was a Sunday so I figured the shop wouldn't be open, but I wanted to check it out anyway. Downtown, off a side street filled with boarded up windows, a liquor store, a check-cashing outlet. Nice. At the corner was a non-descript shop – its windows intact at least – and a small unlit sign on the front door: "Jason's Specialties." At least he could spell it.

I parked the car and we both got out. Loren reached for my hand and held it tightly as I peered in through the darkened room. I thought I saw movement in the back, but it was impossible to tell. I knocked. She looked up at me, panic and expectation on her face. She wanted this so badly. She'd wanted this her whole life and she couldn't believe it was happening.

I couldn't believe it was happening.

A figure appeared behind the glass. "Yeah?"

"Jason?" I waited but no nod. "Anna Wilson sent us."

The right side of his face twitched a little and he unlocked the door. "I'm not really open. Just came down to do some inventory. Anything specific?" He didn't bother to look at Loren, addressing himself only to me.

"Right. So, this cunt's going to get pierced this Friday and Mistress Anna suggested you might have some equipment we could use afterwards." I tried to keep my voice even, but the whole scene was about to make me break out in hysterical laughter. It was Loren's hand squeezing mine so tight it felt like my fingers were breaking that kept me straight.

He winced again at the mention of Anna's name and paused, then shrugged and welcomed us in. 

"How well do you know Mistress Anna," he asked, moving behind a counter.

"She's a n..." I almost said neighbor and held back. Why would I share anything with this guy? "...we're taking a few pointers from her. She speaks highly of you." I looked around the shop, responding perhaps to a gasp from Loren. The walls were covered in black leather objects: whips, floggers, belts, corsets, leggings. Entire ensembles of black leather and stainless steel. It was a fetishist's wet dream. Looking into the case beneath the counter, I saw more stainless steel – dental tools, implements that reminded me of what I'd seen in velvet lined boxes at Anna's and objects I had no name for. I looked up at Jason and smiled as broadly as I could, hoping to mask my real feelings of disgust.

"Yeah? That's interesting." He pulled a few inlaid boxes off the shelves behind him. "Pierced, you say. Gold bullets?"

I shrugged, not sure what he meant. He opened a box and showed me the same selection of lozenges – needle-like to tablet. "That's it." I confirmed, amicably.

"Which one you gonna go for?" He pierced me with his eyes, waiting.

"See, that's the thing. We're pretty new to the whole scene. An..Mistress Anna kinda sprung this on us last week." I took a breath, watching Loren's eyes widen each time she looked around. "Perhaps you have a suggestion?"

He grunted and set the box on the counter. "Lemme see 'er."

It was my turn to hesitate, if only for a heartbeat, not certain what he meant at first. When do you walk into a shop and have your girlfriend strip for the proprietor? When she's your sex slave and he's the fetishist. Seemed like the right time. I felt that animal thing begin to rise up inside.

"Cunt. Lift your skirt so Jamison can look at you."

"It's Jason...and your name?"

I blinked at his correction. I could have sworn I'd said Jason. "Rick. Cunt! What are you waiting for?!"

Loren had frozen at the order the first time, but she jumped at the change in my voice. Looking down, she pulled up her skirt to her navel, exposing her bush to Jason.

"Shit, you little fuck-up," I added for emphasis. "Over your head and stop with the shocked act. You knew what was up when we came in." I turned back to Jason, waiting. The animal part had fully emerged and I was getting angry.

"You know Jamison?" He waited for Loren to behave. "Jamison O'Kearny? Have her spread her legs. Shit. Get her up on the counter."

Moments later, the skirt pulled over her head, her legs draped on either side of the counter, Loren was spread open for Jason's inspection.

"So," he began, taking a small instrument from the case – it looked like all the world to me as something you'd clean your gums with – pointy and sharp at the end, a small diameter wire, maybe thicker than a dental tool, with a knuckle at the end of handle. He peeled her left outer labia away using the knuckle. "See how thick she is here?" He looked up at me, the instrument against the thickest part of her lip. 

I nodded, licking my lips. I couldn't believe we were doing this. I had completely relinquished to the animal. I couldn't believe how hard I was.

"So – you can use the large diameter bullet here. She explain how it works?"

I shook my head.

"Pretty simple really." He abandoned her for a moment and picked up the box of piercings. "The larger ones come in two pieces." He pulled one apart. "This side pierces through, and this side latches onto it. This flange here," he pointed to a flared piece on the one half, "locks the two together. Once their joined that's it. Gotta cut 'em to get it out."

I wasn't sure I understood. "Cut her? Or cut the metal."

He laughed but it didn't bring me any joy. "I suppose either way," he shook his head. "The metal...but that's a good one." He laughed again, putting the bullet away. "But this style," he held up the needle, "it works different." He brought the instrument back to Loren's vagina, only this time near the top. "This is used to pierce through the lips and right through her clit. Painful as fuck, as far as I know, and with the trainer? They say they see god with it." He smiled and shrugged. "Once it's through, you cut it with a special clipper that flattens the ends." He nodded, staring at her pussy. "Won't come out and gives a little more grip for the clips, yeah?"

He looked up at me, waiting.

"Thanks," I said, taking the instrument from him. I dragged the knuckle slowly into her slit, from her clit down until the point was dragging against her inner lips. She moaned. "Mistress Anna mentioned you had a small device – attaches to her cunt...a small fucking machine?"

He nodded, clearing the counter for a couple of large boxes. "I gotta couple here for ya. This one is new – works great – rechargeable, single pole, single frequency. $200 bucks."

I knew that wasn't going to cut it. "And the other one?" The box was almost twice as big.

"Rebuilt. It's actually the best of all the bunch I've got. Came back a couple of months ago – cleaned it up. A control board. Anyway – this is the crème of the crop. 2 pole, scope camera, variable depth, variable frequency, full leather belts and six programmable settings, including random. New, this thing runs a thousand. I'll let it go for $500."




Rule of Thumb Ch. 16



I looked at the two of them resting between her open legs, framed by her pussy. Surreal doesn't begin to describe what was going on. Loren's breasts were rising and falling as she was trying to keep herself calm.

"I'll throw in a bunch of accessories – various tips, mouth vibrator..."

"Mouth vibrator?" I looked up, confused.

"Never seen one of those. Yeah, fucking amazing." He pulled a box off the shelf and opened it. Inside was the largest diameter and shortest dildo I'd ever seen. "Do you mind?" He nodded to her head and I nodded agreement. Pulling her dress down, Jason motioned for Loren to open her mouth. She looked at me, panicked and when I made it clear she should cooperate, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Jason worked the cylinder until she was biting down on it, her lips pulled tight around it. He ran a wire to a black box. "So fucking amazing," he said, and he flipped a switch.

"AAAAHHGGGHHHG" Loren started shaking her head, her hands flying up to grab the thing out of her mouth.

Both of us grabbed her hands and held her down, watching as her eyes widened in panic.

"You'd never see me with one of those in my mouth, but fuck, when you attach that to a trainer, they learn quick. That's what I've heard. You got a trainer?"

I nodded my head suggesting he turn it off. A few moments later it was back in the box.

"So, yeah?"

"Show me the shit," I motioned to the other accessories.

Loren's dress was above her breasts but below her chin, leaving her completely exposed while Jason laid out a ton of the weirdest collection of hardware I'd ever seen. "Yeah. Okay. And, yeah, Jamison O'Kearny. You know him?"

He started putting the stuff into a shopping bag and told me about the Jamison he knew. I kept my mouth shut, but I learned more about Jamison in that three minutes than I'd learned in the ten years I'd known him.

"And...Rick?" He looked really uncomfortable.

I waited.

"You planning on spending much more time with Mistress Anna?" He looked like he was about to snitch – miserable and about to regret whatever he was thinking of saying.

I shrugged, letting him fill in the blanks.

"Well, it's none of my business, but I try to do as little business with her as needed. She's always been fair to me, you know, but I've seen a lot of people get...shit. Forget I said anything. I know this is going to do everything you want. She's got a great cunt, by the way. Tits are a little small for my taste, but definitely hot in the pussy department. You gonna shave her?"

I smiled, watching Loren's face get redder as she held still on the counter, her legs splayed open. "I like girl fur. Up cunt. We're gonna be late for our next appointment. Tell Jason 'thank you' for complimenting you."

"Thank you Master Jason," she said quietly, looking at the floor.

"Come in again, sometime Rick. As you guys get into it you'll want to try something new."

"Oh. My. God." We were in the car. "That was so fucking hot, Rick. My God! What did we just do in there?" She was smiling ear to ear, her legs tucked under her.

"You liked that?" I had no idea where she was anymore – one minute freaking out at being my slave, the next...like this.

"Oh...fuck...I was going to cum right on the spot. Spread open, on his counter, with whatever the fuck he was feeling me up with...what the fuck was that?"

"It was a dental tool, Loren. It looked like what the hygienist cleans my teeth with. Scary fucking shit, what's going on in there. You liked that?" I was rushing to get home in time for Jamison – we'd barely make it. My cock was still thick, but not painful. I could feel the animal rage sinking below the surface.

"Fuck. And that mouth vibrator...please, please don't use that on me again. That was just terrible! Please?" She turned to me, her eyes pleading.

"Let's just say, you better start behaving..." I didn't say it with a smile and her eyes widened. She turned to face the road and quieted down.

I pulled into the garage just as I saw Jamison pulling up front. "In the house, cunt. No. Wait. Off with those clothes." I went to help Jamison with a couple of boxes, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She had turned her back to the street and the open garage door, quickly peeling out of her clothes. I saw a flash of skin as she ran to the back door, where she stood, turned to the side, her bundle of clothes shielding her breasts and bush. 

"C'mon," I headed to the garage. "We'll go in through the kitchen."

As we approached the garage, Jamison let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Nice one, Rick. Nice." 

"Yeah. Not quite nice enough. Put those on here," I motioned to her clothes and the top of the box, "and turn to face the street in standing position." That submerged rage breaking the surface. I opened the door, letting Jamison through first. He brushed by her, his arm deliberately rubbing across her breasts. I could see her trembling, her eyes closed, blushing beet red.

The boxes loaded into the living room, I took my time getting back, watching her from the doorway. She was nearly hyperventilating from panic.

"Look at me, cunt." If I was going to let Jamison fuck her, the animal was going to have to take over. I felt it crawling out, letting my rational mind take a rest.

She turned her head away from the street, her eyes pleading with me to let her come inside. I knew nobody could really see her in the darkened garage, but she saw everything: joggers, cars coming to a stop at the intersection, kids chasing a ball. Each time, she stopped breathing, her arms struggling to stay behind her head, her breasts and that beautiful bush on display. 

"Blow me," I said firmly, unzipping my pants in the doorway. I was a few steps up from her, so she wouldn't have to kneel to get me inside her. She looked up, convinced I was crazy, shaking her head slowly. I didn't repeat myself, letting my rising dick do all the talking.

She stopped protesting, figuring at least her back would be to the street. As she put my dick in her mouth, I turned slightly, forcing her profile toward the open garage door. Her hands went to my balls, her fingers trying to stroke me, even as she lowered her mouth as far down as she could manage.

"You want to be my slave, right?" the animal said quietly, with a touch of menace, my hands stroking her hair.

"Yes, Master," she whispered when her mouth rose up.

"You're not behaving yourself, are you?"

She shook her head, her cheeks sucking in against my shaft.

"It's still all about the punishment for you, isn't it?"

I felt a tear drop onto my pubic hair and I pulled her face up to look at her. Her eyes were brimming over and she nodded slightly.

"Okay. It's time to come in and face your punishment."

Jamison was looking at my bookshelves, having already unpacked the boxes. When I led Loren into the room, holding her hand, he turned at stared at her, a wolfish smile spreading on his face. 

"We'll need the spreader bar...and anything else you think might make her first time with it more special."

I thought of the mouth vibrator and then thought again. I wanted her to focus on her ass cheeks. "There?" I pointed in front of the machine.

He nodded and continued to stare at her as she knelt down, spreading her legs and putting her hands behind her head. She looked down at the rug in front of her.

When I got back with the spreader bar, the square vibrator and the trainer, he had tipped her head up, his thumb stroking her cheek. He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. I nodded slightly – the question and answer unspoken. But I was going to have her beg before he fucked her.

"So, you think it will work?" I laid the bar behind her toes, spreading her knees open and cuffing her ankles as far apart as they would go. She had to tip forward onto her elbows, her ass sticking up into the air.

He smiled thinly. "Pretested, bro'."

"Christine?" I unraveled the wires from the trainer, handing him two clamps for her nipples, kneeling down to spread her labia open. I clamped to electrodes onto her inner lips, forcing a whimper from her.

"It's sweet, Rick. Better than I expected." I watched as he spit on his finger and thumb, moving beneath her with the right-hand electrode. She jumped. He repeated the process on the left side, taking a few moments longer under her, no doubt to get her nipple swollen and wet. She let out a little cry. "I think it would be better to tie her arms back, yeah?"

I saw what he was saying, laying the trainer down and pulling her left wrist back to the bar. She had to arch her back, forcing her ass higher. Now, with both wrists attached to the bar, she was forced to turn her head to the side, her cheek on the rug. She looked back at me, tears blurring her vision, mouthing a 'thank-you.'

"Yeah, she was begging me like I'd never heard before. I popped a beer and watched the game while this thing did all the work." He pulled the cord over to an outlet and plugged it in. "'course it took a few iterations," he said with a devilish smile. "Took all week to get it just right."

"Next time, you'll have to invite me over to watch," I let my hand drift across her cheeks, stretched tight. She moaned and moved a little. "So, this cunt has so much debt to work off, I don't know where to begin." I made sure she was looking at me when I said it; she closed her eyes and breathed. I had almost forgotten the vibrator; I quickly strapped it against her pubis, and flipped it on, its odd bump pushing into the top of her folds.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 17



The slapper looked like a miniature ferris wheel with little metal arms sticking out sideways where the gondolas would have been hanging down. In the center was a small electric motor and a set of large knobs.

"I kinda stole it from Hoberman, but since I'm not going commercial with it, I don't think it will matter."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but he turned one of the knobs and the whole contraption suddenly got bigger. All of the arms moved out at the same time, the outer circle just seemed to scissor out smoothly.

"To get the force you want, you just need to widen the circle – the pads will come down much harder, but slower, so if you want them to hit at the same rate, you'll have to turn up the speed."

I watched as the thing began to spin, the little arms moving behind Loren's upturned ass. She could feel the breeze and opened her eyes to try and see what was going on. 

Jamison turned it off and it came to a halt almost immediately. "I have a few alternatives for the actual slappers." He reached into a box and pulled out several table tennis paddles, a few small whips, a set of black leather rectangles and what appeared to be chamois cloths. "Really it will take anything – the hardware is simple to use." He motioned for me to get closer and demonstrated how the clamps worked on the small arms. "Now to get these paddles to work, you'll have to rotate the arms out a little. They won't ever hit directly on her ass – you'll have to do that yourself, bro', but they'll make a very nice glancing blow."

She shivered and tried to twist to see what was happening, but it was impossible.

"And of course, there are dozens of ways to mix and match – one on one side, something else on the other...I tried this combo on Christine. She didn't know what hit her." He laughed a little stepping back.

There were six pairs of arms – he had put the black leather on every other one on each side, with a paddle in between a couple, a couple of chamois and a crop in between the others. "What's with the cloths?"

"Infuckingcredible. I dreamt it up one night. Literally. Feel them."

As expected the leather was extraordinarily soft, but they were heavy. Far heavier than I would have expected. As I lifted one, I realized he'd sown weights into the ends.

He nodded, smiling. "When those things get going, it makes a very satisfying effect." He positioned the wheel right between her spread legs and handed me a control tethered to the motor. "Would you like to do the honors?"

I studied the box – a single dial reading '0' to '10' and a small switch. I left the dial at 0 and flipped the switch. I heard a small hum, but no motion, as I'd expected. I turned the dial to 1 and the thing started moving, pretty fast. The leather hit her ass, along with the crop and a chamois or two before I'd had a chance to even look up. 

Loren cried out as the slappers hit her at a varying pace. She couldn't get the pattern down as the paddles and leather came at odd times and on either side, the crops coming immediately afterward and the chamois brushing against her, but at a strange rhythm. 

"OHGOD, OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She cried out with each slap, barely taking a breath before the next slap.

"You got a beer?" Jamison looked at me.

I nodded to the kitchen, unable to take my eyes off her ass jumping and wriggling. I sat down on the couch, as much to appreciate the thing as to make sure she was safe.

"So, you can change the speed while it's on, but don't try and change the diameter when it's moving."

I jumped, not realizing he was back. "Okay." I licked my lips.

"The angular momentum is too much – you'll either lose it, and it will just expand to its largest diameter, worst case, or you'll strip the knob. Besides, you'd need to reposition it anyway. Let me show you." He took the control and flipped the switch, the wheel stopping abruptly.

Loren was weeping and trying to catch her breath, her back heaving. Her ass was a bright red in several different places, pale white in others.

"Take a look." Jamison showed me the expansion knob, and then pointed to how the wheel could be swung back on a clever armature without having to move the base.

"Shit, Jamison, this is way different...better!...than I was expecting." I shook my head as he started it up again. It moved a little slower, and the rhythm had changed with the new diameter.

"Hours of entertainment." He took a swig of beer and sat down.

Loren cried out almost continuously until I told her she'd be gagged if she couldn't keep her mouth shut. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to comply, adding to her list of punishments.

"You really are asking for it, aren't you?" I said with enough malice in my voice to make her stop for a couple of moments and then she couldn't help herself. I knelt down and told her to open her mouth. I shoved a ball gag in, tying it around her head. She was drenched with tears, but I was hoping she would appreciate having something she could bite down on. I pushed plugs in her ears; I wanted to chat with him and didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone with the machine.

"So, Jamison," I began, sitting near him, Loren's sobs muted to grunts. "Something occurred to me the other day. Actually, while I was at Jason's, downtown. He said to say hello, by the way."

Just then we all jumped from a loud knock at the front door; loud enough for Loren to hear...or feel. She tried to move her head to see what was happening, a look of panic in her eyes. Jamison looked at me and I shrugged, getting up, motioning to him to shut off the slapper and the vibrator. I closed the door to the living room behind me.

Looking through the sidelights, I saw a guy in a uniform – not military or police, but some kind of trade. "Hello?" I asked opening the door.

"Richard Conner?" He paused waiting. "You called for a pest control inspection?" He held up a pre-printed sign that said simply: 'Nod, yes and act normally."

"Oh, wow. Yeah. I didn't expect you on a Sunday. Fantastic!" I looked around, not sure what to do.

"Pete Holmes, Universal Pest Control. This a good time?"

I nodded and thanked him again.

"Let's start outside and then move in, if that's alright with you."

"Sure, I'll be right there." I let him go and stuck my head in the living room. "I'll be back in a minute, just have a guy here." I could hear Loren protesting through the gag before I closed the door.

"So," he started as soon as we were near his truck. "Gordy says you need to check for bugs?"

I just nodded, not believing what I was seeing. "Seriously," I couldn't help myself. "This is your cover?"

He smiled grimly, taking a few duffels out of the back. "Seems appropriate." He stood and looked at me. "I've already scanned around out here – nothing I can find that looks unusual. Let's do a quick walk around the outside, and you can tell me where you think I should concentrate." 

As we walked he took out a long wand, pointing it at the base of the siding. I noticed he had ear buds in, his eyes unfocused. It didn't take us long to get all the way around – he had stopped only a couple of times at the living room before continuing.

"Looks clean out here. I picked up something inside the walls there – but it could be anything. I'll know once I get in. Tell me – do you have a wireless intercom, router or other broadcasting devices?"

He stopped me before going inside. "Uhhhh, a router, no wireless intercom." I racked my memory.

"It's okay. Just needed to eliminate the obvious. Okay, when I'm in, we'll be talking about insects, pests, until I'm pretty certain you're clean." We started through the front door. "Oh," he pulled me back a few steps, "one more thing...you think the person who might be listening...is he from a foreign government, industrial espionage or extortion?"

I stared at him, trying to fit Anna Wilson into any of those categories. "Hmmm...personal blackmail?" 

He wrinkled his mouth, thinking. "Okay, that makes it a lot simpler. Let's go."

He pulled out a small walkie-talkie looking thing as soon as I closed the front door, leaving the other equipment in the duffel. As we walked through the entry he kept up a patter. "...most likely in the kitchen. That's the most common place." He pointed to his mouth and then raised an eyebrow, asking where we should go. The kitchen seemed as likely as anywhere.

"So," he said, kneeling down and opening the sink cabinets, "it all looks clean in here. There's a faint reading in one of the upper frequencies I saw when we were near the front door. But we can talk safely here. Where do you think the most likely place is they would have placed a bug?"

"My office," I thought for a second, "and probably the living room." I hesitated at the thought of him seeing Loren and Jamison but then that rush came up my spine and I actually started to look forward to it. "Maybe my bedroom – it's upstairs."

"Alright, here's the routine. I'll do a frequency scan of the office, then a physical survey. If they're using your phone line, we'll do a quick check of that, and they may have attached something to your computer or router, so we'll want to check that."

"Do you need my help?" I was thinking how long this was going to take.

"Nope. Not unless I need you to sign on or make a call. I'll call you when I need you. I can do the same thing throughout the house, but I'll start in the hot spots."

"Great. Sounds great. Hey, I'll be in the living room – I've got some company – feel free to interrupt...in fact, would you mind starting there? I'd like to know I can talk without being listened to..."

He followed me to through living room door and saw Jamison kneeling behind Loren, his hands rubbing her ass.

"Oh." Pete stopped for a moment, unsure how to proceed. "If this isn't a convenient time..."

"What? Oh, that?" I pointed to the scene on the rug. "That's just my slave getting a little training."

He held his finger to his mouth. "No problem – let me take a look at the fireplace."

Jamison looked over at me, eyebrows raised. I'd caught him fingering my slave, but we'd already agreed he could use her. She was moaning, oblivious to Pete's presence.

As he walked around, trying unsuccessfully to ignore Loren – who could? A naked women, trussed with her ass raised, a guy with his fingers in her cunt, her mouth sealed with a gag. It would be almost impossible to ignore. Anyway, we both watched him as he went around the room, his eyes on his meter. He shook his head. "Looks clean. Any phones in here?"

I shook my head.

"Any other electronics?"

Jamison and I looked at each other and then around the room. 

"A ton..." I swept my arm around.

"Any you don't trust?"

I looked at Jamison and he smiled. "Give it a shot, bro', tain't nothing there."

He had moved the slapper away to get access to Loren's ass; I fired it up.

Pete jumped at the sight and watched his meter. "Looks fine...just noise up and down the usual frequencies."

Then Jamison and I seemed to have the same thought, we both stared at the vibrator.

"Hold on, Pete. Let's try this."

I flicked it on and Loren jumped as it did its magic on her clit. He watched her struggle, licking his lips but staying focused on his meter. "So, it looks like there may be a few droppings over here," he said, suggesting we talk a little.

"Shit. Really? Where? Over by the fireplace...crap."

He nodded and asked me a few more questions – whether I'd heard anything, saw wood shavings. As we made light conversation, he motioned for me to turn the vibrator off and then on again – with each switch, Loren would moan and jump, wriggling her pelvis as best she could. 

Pete had us turn it off. "There's definitely something more than noise coming from that thing. It's not at a common frequency, but that doesn't mean anything really. There are so many devices these days. The thing is, it's not at a frequency that can go very far – like about 30 feet, maximum. Let me do a scan of the rest of the house – you keep that thing on and I'll see if I can find a booster somewhere."

He left the room and Jamison and I looked at each other, smiling.

"Okay, in the name of science, I guess we'll have to do this thing." I turned it back on, watching as she moaned in frustration.

"So, I mentioned Jason..."

He nodded a little, confirming he knew who I was referring to.

"We'll be piercing the cunt over at Mistress Anna's this weekend." I stopped as he looked up, his face studying mine. "Yeah, she," I pointed to Loren, "wants to be my everlasting slave." I said it a little sarcastically, but he picked up on my unease.

He nodded, not saying anything. He took his last swig and set his bottle on the table, thought twice about it, stood up and looking at me, he peeled her lips open and shoved it into her wet cunt. "Don't let that out, cunt, you hear?" He shouted it and came back.

I watched the bottle vibrating and remembered we'd attached the trainer to her. I grabbed it and fiddled with a few dials, watching as she jumped and screamed through the gag, the bottle squeezing straight out onto the floor.

"Man, she practically begs for it, doesn't she?" He smiled, picking it up and shoving it in a little further. "It'll be in your ass next time, CUNT!" He slapped her ass, making her jump.

An idea occurred to me. I bent down, took the plugs out of Loren's ears and whispered to her. "I want you to beg us to make this stop, cunt. Do you understand?" 

She nodded, looking at me, tears welling up.

"I'm going to put this up a notch, and I want to hear you screaming for my mercy, do you understand?"

She cried out a yes.

"I've been disappointed in your behavior, cunt. Ever since last night, when you committed to being my slave, you've disappointed me. Do you understand?" I was talking louder now. "Tell me you understand, cunt!"

"Yes, Master OHHHH...Rick! Yes! YES! Shit! Shit! OHHHHhhhhh gddddd...." She arched her back as a particularly powerful pulse moved through her. "I've been...fucckkkkk!...trying...soooo...fuckkk.....hard, Master Rick." The last came out with her exhale, her body coming down from whatever the trainer was doing to her.

"Beg me, and mean it, you disobedient cunt, or it'll only get worse. You've already earned enough punishment to last until next Friday. You understand that, don't you?" I slapped her ass, hard, aiming for a part that hadn't gotten much attention and she yelped in surprise.

"Please! PLEASE Master RICK! Please make this stop!" She cried out as loud as she could, her voice could easily be heard across the house.

"C'mon, Jamison, let's leave this disappointment of a cunt and grab another beer." We left the doors open between the living room and the intervening dining room as we left for the kitchen. We could hear her perfectly, screaming with what sounded like sincerity to be released. She would stop to catch her breath, her sobs mixed into her voice. 

"That's one whacked out bitch, Rick." 

At first I thought he was referring to Loren, but figured out he meant Anna. I twisted my mouth and nodded. "So, how well do you know her? You mentioned you'd met her..."

"Know her? Fuck, I built most of the equipment she's using. I was apprenticing when her husband came in to the workshop. He was fucking evil, but I learned a lot from him. One night let me tell you about their bedroom." He opened a beer, took a swig and shook his head, waiting for me to continue.

"Yeah, well, that's the thing. This weekend is going to be it. We're going to do the piercing, have Loren swear her undying fealty to me and we're outta there. Done. Finito." I took a beer from the fridge and sat at the counter. 

"Yeah...so...the thing is...we're not really ready to do this thing. At least, I know I'm not ready. I don't know what it means to be her Master or her be my slave. I mean what the fuck is that about really?" I felt about 20 years younger than I was and realized I must have sounded foolish. I took a long draw.

He shrugged at what I'd been saying, as if he didn't understand what any of it had to do with him, and then he shook his head, looking at the living room, listening to her. "You've got it made, bro'. Seriously. That is one sweet piece of ass. She really agreed to be pierced? One of J's?"

I nodded.

"So, you looking for some guidance? Coaching? Is that it?" He emptied the bottle and went for another one.

We sat listening to her beg and struggle, her voice rising and falling with the shocks. "So, you think there's a possible arrangement here?"

"Fuck, yes, Rick. I'd love to introduce you to some real training." He tossed his head back, drinking. "But I have to say, buddy, you two don't really need much in that department." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the living room. "Maybe a few pointers here and there, a little polish, but you two are naturals. Shit, listen to her! She's working hard, buddy. How're you holding up?" He looked down at my crotch, where I was working pretty hard too.

I smiled. "I'm doin' fine, J. Just fine. In a few minutes, though, I'll feel better when that spook is out of here."

"So what the fuck is that about?" 

"Yeah, so Gordy didn't think my theory about her bugging me was too out of line. I have to admit, she's either immensely empathetic, psychic, or she had her little cunt plant some bugs here that night they entertained us."

"She's a fucking witch, man. I had no idea you were getting involved with her until I saw her that night, and I thanked the devil she didn't recognize me. She didn't say anything, did she?"

I shook my head, thinking about when she could have planted a bug. Would she have gone so far as to break into the house and plant it before the party? I shook my head, not believing she'd go to those lengths...even if there was a bug.

"If there's not a bug, then she's just witchy..." I hoped. But Pete's initial reaction to the trainer wasn't a good sign.

And, speak of the devil, he walked into the kitchen, a thin smile indicating he had found something.

"Okay, two things," he looked down at his meter and put it on the counter. Loren's gasps and cries for mercy stopped him for a moment. "That square thing you've got plastered to her pussy? It's likely got a microphone on it, and as I mentioned it's transmitting. But since it's such a short range, I figured there had to be a repeater somewhere."

He stopped and looked at our beers. "You want one?" I motioned to the fridge.

"Yeah," he continued, taking a pull, "and I found it. Nice little parasite sitting on your router. Can't tell what else it's transmitting, but it for sure is catching and sending whatever's coming off that thing." He looked at the living room and licked his lips.

"What. The. Fuck!?" This was getting completely out of hand. "What the fuck should I do now?" I wanted nothing more than to tie a rope around her fucking neck, but a part of my brain, the small remaining rational part only smiled at my reaction. 

"Well, there's a couple of ways to proceed here." He set down his bottle and pointed to his index finger. "One, you could disable the devices, and assuming you know who's doing it, you can just prevent him from entering your premises. I assume he must have given you that thing..." Again he pointed his eyes to the living room. 

"Two," he lifted his middle finger, "you can keep them live and offer mis-information. I'm not sure how it works, but one thing's for certain, it doesn't transmit when it's off, but that doesn't mean it isn't recording still. I've seen devices that store and send when they're back on line. Quite possible that's what's going on here. Anyway, it's a way to proceed, but that assumes you have some desired end-date or outcome around which you can misdirect your blackmailer."

"There's a third, way," Jamison piped up. "You could just pretend you don't know it's there and go about your day as if it isn't." 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 17



I looked at him sideways, wondering if he'd had too many. "J., that doesn't make any sense. If I know it's there, why would I just share this shit with her? Do you think I want her knowing about Gordy...or you?"

He screwed up his face a little but didn't push his point. "Just sayin.' It's an option."

"Actually, there is a third option, but it's a variation of your number two, Pete." I closed my eyes, concentrating. "Can you figure out what's being transmitted?"

He nodded. "Yep – I could actually see it. It's not even encoded."

"How tricky would it be to figure out what's on that thing, and get a copy of whatever it's recorded?"

He shook his head. "That's not my forte, really. I suspect it's got a chip in there..."

"Shit, Rick, I can get that shit off there..." Jamison finished off his beer. "Nine'll get you ten there's a USB port on it – give me an hour and I can get you inside."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Pete, who shrugged and finished his beer.

"Rick, I've got to go. Let me show you what the thing looks like on your router. If it were me, I'd get it off as soon as possible. Like I said, I don't know what it's feeding out."

We walked into the office, leaving Loren to beg to an empty kitchen.

"So, it's right here – not too hidden. They must not think too highly of you. Anyway, it's inline with the internet connection. Simple enough to just get it out of there. If it were me, I'd at least do that."

I thanked him for his help and saw him to the door. He assured me Gordy would get his bill, even as he looked into the living room. I almost suggested he could have a piece of her, but it felt smarmy, Anna's words slamming back to me she's not a common whore, Rick!

Jamison and I looked at each other and realized we couldn't pull off a misinformation strategy without preparation, but we could be cautious about what we discussed.

I could hear Loren begin to moan in that pitch I recognized as nearing orgasm. Walking into the living room, I shut off the trainer and knelt down next to her face. Pulling out one ear plug, I talked softly. "You ready to do as you're told and not fuck around?"

She nodded, tears streaming down her nose. "Yes, Master Rick," she said weakly.

"You understand the gift that Master Jamison has made for you?" I said it loud enough for him to hear. I saw him pulling the spanker off to the side of the couch, leaving her exposed, her pussy dripping.

"Thank you Master Jamison." She tried to push herself up onto her chin. I stroked her hair.

"How do you properly thank a Master?" I continued to stroke her hair as she thought for a heartbeat and then shook her head.

"No, Master Rick. You...no!" She was too wiped out to protest too loudly.

"I only think it fitting, don't you, cunt? In fact, I think you have been thinking about it for over a week. Isn't that right?" I ran my hand under her to feel the clamps on her nipples, forcing a small yelp from her. "Tell Master Jamison what you want."

She shook her head, her forehead rubbing on the rug, whimpering as I started the trainer again. 

"Really?" I stared at her, fiddling with the controls, making her buck her ass higher. "Do you really think that's the way out?" I moved my fingers into her pussy, feeling the vibrator on the outside and the clamps on the way in.

"Please, Master Rick!" She hissed, but she knew what she had to do.

I kept stroking my fingers into her, pushing against her clit from the inside, hitting that sweet spot she craved.

"Ohhhgooodddddd." She moaned.

"Beg him to do it, you fucking cunt. You're my slave, right? You want this. Beg him. NOW!" I pulled my fingers out and stepped away.

Jamison had already dropped his jeans and underwear, his cock at attention. He couldn't keep his eyes off her spread open pussy, shifting to look at me to make sure we were okay. I nodded again, but held up my hand.

"Godddd...Master Rick...noooo...." She breathed and then sighed. "Master Jamison....please, please, please fuck me. Please shove your hard cock into me and fuck me HARD!" Her voice got louder as the words streamed out of her.

I shrugged. He was on her before my shoulders dropped back down, his cock shoved deep into her, pushing her shoulders against the rug.

"OH GOOOODDDDD!!!" She hadn't expected it, and his cock was much thicker than mine, opening her wider than she was used to. "FUCK FUCK FUCK...yesssssss!"

He pummeled her, pistoning in and out faster than I'd imagined anyone could go. It couldn't have been more than a minute when he shoved deep into her, pulling against her ribs and froze. He was pumping his sperm into her, I knew it, and it upset me. Until I felt something else rush up my spine – a feeling of power, of ownership. And I laughed.

He pulled out, his cum globbing out with him to run down her lips. I could tell she hadn't cum, and I was going to make sure she wouldn't until her piercing. I was hard but the thought of fucking her with Jamison's cum in her didn't sit well. I stared at her open pussy, dripping onto the floor and saw her asshole clamping and opening.



Rule of Thumb Ch. 18



I shoved two fingers into her open pussy forcing her to cry out in surprise and need. "You're being punished cunt, do you understand?"

I pulled my fingers out and painted her hole with them, shoving one and then the other up to my first knuckle. She moaned and nodded.

"What am I going to do next, cunt?" I scooped more of the mess from her dripping lips onto her hole.

"Please," she whimpered, "Master Rick. I'm..." She gasped as I shoved my finger in deeper, twisting it around. "...sorry." She whooshed the word out and sucked in her breath.

"Tell me, cunt. Tell me what you want me to do next. You're not going to cum for a week. You know that, right?" I pulled my finger out, and wiped whatever was left from her on my cock head.

"Please," she moaned, knowing what was coming and wanting desperately to have me do it. "Please shove. your. cock. in. my. ass." Each word came out with a puff of breath – she was going to hyperventilate if she kept that up.

"Take a deep breath, Loren," I said softly, calming her down. I didn't want her to faint again.

Watching her lungs inflate, her back arching further, I knelt down, placing my cock against her hole and pushed. It was going to be tight – her juices, and Jamison's cum wasn't the greatest lube – and she hadn't had her ass stretched much over the past few weeks. But I was determined to do this – to truly dominate her. I pushed and the head popped in, forcing a small scream of pain.

"NO! Noooooo....godddddd, Master Rick..." She moaned and tried to rise up, but her arms held her in place.

I pushed harder now, wanting to bury myself deep into her, to make her understand what she was signing up for. Until she was pierced, I figured, she could back out, but she needed to know what being her master meant to me. I shoved and grunted, the friction from her tight channel almost too much. I was only half-way in and she was crying from the pain. 

"You got any lube, man?" Jamison was cleaned up and looking around the room at the various toys we'd brought in.

I panted and nodded. "In the bathroom," I nodded my head over my shoulder and turned back to her. I reached forward and under her to grab the clamps on her nipples. "You want these off, cunt?" I gasped, pushing against her ring.

"Noooo, Master Rick....noooo," she was lost somewhere in a haze of pain and pleasure. I had no idea what she was protesting, but I hadn't heard 'basket,' so I kept pushing her, figuratively and literally. I made another ½ inch of progress while I pulled on her nipples. She cried out in agony.

A shift in the light made me look up. Jamison had found the jelly and had squeezed a ribbon out. Leaning back I took it on my finger and rubbed it against her stretched sphincter. I pulled out a little, rubbed it on my dick, and then pushed in. Like a knife through butter, I slipped all the way in, feeling her skin against my pubic hair.

She was moaning non-stop, with each breath in and out. I stayed put, adjusting my weight forward a little, feeling her pulse and cramp against me. Now resting my full weight on her I could move more freely. "Say it, cunt. Beg me..." I barely whispered it over her head.

"Fuckmyass, Master Rick, fuckmyass, fuckmyass..." the words just fell out of her mouth, her eyes clamped close her hands opening and closing.

I pulled out as far as I dared, her moans rising, and I pushed, hard, deep into her. She was so tight, and it was unlike anything I'd ever felt – Marnie never went this far. I wasn't going to last. The images of her spread on Jason's counter, the tool opening her like a botanist spreading a rare flower, her cries and desperate need all collapsed together at the base of my cock and I suddenly erupted. I shoved as deep into her as I could, the brightness of my orgasm overshadowing her anguished moans. I collapsed onto her and she grunted, taking my weight on her knees and shoulders, her neck and cheek pressed hard against the rug.

I let my cock spasm a short while, our heartbeat throbbing through her channel and my shaft. I breathed hard, not wanting to pull out, to keep her prisoner, to make her submit. I smiled, the sweat beading up between my chest and her back.

* - * - * - *

"Fuckkkk," she sighed, sitting in the kitchen. "Is that what's going to happen now...like forever?"

I was lost in thought – it was mid-afternoon and we hadn't eaten since the coffee shop. My cock was sore and I could only imagine the irritation she must be feeling almost everywhere. "Forever..." I mirrored, distractedly, looking through the fridge for something. "that's a long time..."

"Fuck, Rick! What you made me do! Who the fuck was that guy that came in? What was that all about?" She wasn't mad, she was overwhelmed. 

"That vibrator Anna gave us?" I motioned to her triangle of hair where the thing had been all morning. "It's got a bug in it..."

"Fuck no! Like she's been listening to us?! Fuck! FUCK!" Now she was getting mad. "No wonder she knew about Shelly. Goddammit...Goddammit!"

I pulled my head out of the refrigerator to make sure she wasn't about to march over there and confront her.

"It's okay. I think I've got a plan. Jamison says he can crack it. But yeah, I feel pretty violated. That reminds me, after lunch I better call Gordy." I pulled out some cold cuts and cheese. "And, I'm going to have you help figure out what to do with all that equipment we've got..."

She smiled slightly, a nice contrast to the puffiness from all of the crying.

Jamison had made his exit shortly before, quietly mentioning Loren might want to get together with Christine – "the cunts like to talk sometimes," he offered. As I walked him out, I silently handed the vibrator to him, not knowing if it was still recording. He had pulled the bug from my router and assured me he could figure out what to do with it.

Loren was a mess – spread open, weeping softly, her ass and pussy glistening. She must have been cramped, her arms pulled back against her ankles, and her knees must have been rubbed raw. I released her and she rolled onto her side, hugging her knees, her eyes screwed shut. 

I cleaned myself up and thought about what to do next. There was yet another possibility to consider about the bug and Anna: confront her with it. And then yet another popped into my head – get it to Gordy to add to his case. That one seemed to be the best yet.

Before returning to the living room, I collected all of the other equipment we'd purchased. Anna had sent an invoice for the prior sessions – all told, I owed her $500, which paled compared to the purchases we'd made. Still, all told it was less than three grand, best I could estimate, and it looked like we'd be set for a good long while, in spite of Jason's suggestion we'd be back.

As I moved everything into something that felt organized, Loren stirred, looking up at me, exhausted.

"C'mon," I extended my hand. "Let me help you clean up." I was worried about her, about what I'd done to her. She didn't protest, letting me pull her to her feet. 

I held her as the water got hot in the shower, my hand lightly stroking her back. Her nipples were red and swollen, her pussy lips redder and puffier. She looked battered, her ass cheeks bright red. Even her forehead and cheeks had rug burn. Maybe it shouldn't be so hot, I thought, turning down the temperature. She got in and just slumped into the bathtub, letting the water run over her head. 

I stripped off what little clothes I had and knelt next to her, soaping up a washcloth and gently wiping her back and shoulders, returning to carefully wash her breasts and belly. I coaxed her to sit back so I could get to her pussy and again carefully washed her, down her legs to her feet. My head was getting soaked, but it felt good to give a little back to her. She turned over, lying down and spread her legs without my asking. I finished by washing her ass, spreading those beautiful bruised cheeks and gently, again, wiping away whatever residue had dried there. It was mostly symbolic, I knew. There was only a little lube and cum left, but it felt right.

Drying her off, I led her to the kitchen – she had to be starving.

And there she was, the towel abandoned on the chair back, sitting naked staring at the floor. "But really, Rick. Where does it start and end?"

I knew what she was saying. How could we be sitting here, just eating a little lunch, when later she would be submitting to my smallest whim?

"Jamison suggests you might want to talk with Christine about it..." I looked at her. "And I thought once we're done with that witch, we'd continue with Jamison...he seems to have his act together about all of this..." I waved at the living room. 

At the mention of Anna, she twitched a little and looked up, fear in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her, hard, my hand against her head. "You don't have to go through with it," I said softly. 

But she shook her head, tears filling her eyes again. "I do, Rick. I fucking do. If I don't, she'll be all over us..."

I knew that wasn't true, that wasn't the real reason. I held her head and stared into her eyes. She looked back, crying but not breaking contact. "You. Don't. Have. To. Do. This. I don't need this, you know that." 

She nodded and started crying for real, her shoulders rising with each sob. "I know...rgpp...I know...but I do. I need it...right? Don't I?" She leaned forward, slumping her head on my shoulder. I let her cry it out – she'd been through more in the last 24 hours than I'd thought we'd ever go through. "I'm scared," she said quietly, her hands resting on the top of my ass. "It's going to hurt..."

I kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, trying to find some way to comfort her. "But..." I said softly, "they say you're going to experience an orgasm unlike anything you've ever felt. There's that." 

She pulled back to look at my face, to see if I was serious or just playing with her. When she saw my expression, she pulled me against her lips and kissed me, her tongue pushing into me. "I love you," she looked at me again, searching for anything that might make her distrust me. "I can't believe how much I fucking love you, Rick."

* - * - * - *

"You...fuck. You look fucking amazing." I had just walked in the door and set down my briefcase. It had been a particularly frustrating Monday at the office. I was annoyed, tired and hungry, and I didn't want to come home and see things all fucked up. I had given her explicit instructions. I had been thinking about almost nothing other than those instructions the entire day, and I was hard. All day, I'd been hard. I knew, on the drive home, that I was heading for another serious case of blue balls. But not if she didn't fuck it up.

She was in the living room. I could smell the food and my stomach growled. She was on the floor. How long has she been there? She had attached herself to the spreader bar – sitting up, facing the door, with the nipple clamps in place. I was thinking about what wine I might open, and then I it occurred to me I didn't really know what was for dinner.

She was straining to look at me, her head tilted back, her back arched. The ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she grunted a little – maybe it was a laugh. From the looks of her nipples, stretched out, small rocket darts pointing at the spreader bar, I couldn't imagine she wanted to laugh right now.

"Infuckingcredible," I walked over, unzipping my pants. "Time to make better use of that mouth." I reached behind her head and unfastened the belts, watching her drool string down to the floor. She smelled incredible too, her arousal mixing with the aromas from the kitchen. My cock twitched.

She was pulled nearly all the way forward but not bent over all the way. In that position, there was no way she would get her mouth over my cock, at least, not while I was standing.

I knelt between her legs, my cock dragging across her face on the way down. "Give it a shot," I encouraged her.

She was staring down at it, maybe her lips were two inches away, and she looked up at me. "Master?"

I nodded, annoyed, flashing on how good it was going to feel to cum in her mouth.

"I'm sure I can't reach." She pulled herself forward a tiny amount and bent her neck and the top of her back. Her lips pushed against my head, but that was it.

I pulled her head back, tipped back onto my feet, skinnying out of my pants, shoes and socks. She stared at me, not certain what I was planning. I could tell she was worried she'd earned a punishment. I smiled, not encouragingly.

Looking around, I saw the sofa cushions and grabbed two. Shoving them under my knees I was several inches taller. If I didn't fall off, it was going to be fine.

Something had changed. In both of us. As soon as Loren had finally admitted what she was and what she needed, she had given into it, had stopped worrying...if that's what it was. I felt her warm wet mouth swallowing me and I knew I could have this whenever, however, I wanted. And I wanted it. As soon as I knew she had committed to it, I didn't think twice about it. 

* - * - * - *

"So," she said, picking at her sautéed broccoli, "you had a bad day?" 

I nodded. "Couldn't get a single thing right today." I took a sip of wine. "Oh. Well, I did chat with Jamison...that was interesting."

She looked up, anger beginning to take over her face.

"No. Hold on. It's good. It's really good." I was smiling – she was so cute, and what was she going to do about it? I took a bite and chewed, staring at her.

She pursed her lips and shot me daggers. 

"Not only was there several days of our conversations...they hadn't erased the last three times they'd used it. He's got recordings going back over a year." 

"That's awful! How can you be smiling about that?" She made some kind of growling noise and looked like she was going to tromp out of the house. 

"You going to go over there like that?" She wasn't permitted clothes in my house any longer.

Her eyes narrowed and she looked down at her plate.

"It's a really good thing. I called Gordy and gave him the news. This could put her in a tight spot, Loren. He even thought because of the prior recordings he wouldn't have to bring us into it at all..."

"So, you did have a good day, after all?" She said it brightly, her anger evaporating.

"Well, yes, that turned out very well. And, of course, thinking about you following my directions. I had a hard-on all day."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling and she looked down where my cock would have been if there hadn't been a table between us.

"It couldn't get better than this, Loren. Gordy and I discussed it. She's looking at jail time, I suspect."

She looked up, distressed. "But..."

I tipped my head, wondering what the problem was. "OH!" I started laughing. "You...this weekend..." 

"Stop laughing at me! It's not funny! Is she still going to be able to go through with it?" Her face was screwed up.

"It's okay...It's okay. Gordy can't move that fast. Jamison is coming over on Wednesday...I hope he's figured out about that bug..." At the mention of his name, she looked up, alarmed. I smiled. "He's bringing Christine. I think you need to talk to her..." Looking at her, seeing her so distressed about not being pierced...I shook my head. I still couldn't get my mind around it: she wanted to be pierced. When I refocused, I stared at her breasts, her nipples red and swollen. "It's all arranged. I chatted with Anna...but we need to talk...about Shelly."

She looked up again, the expression unreadable – distress? Relief? Something. She squirmed a little. 

"I think it's really risky to bring her over there. Given how close Gordy thinks she is to getting shut down, why risk letting her get her hooks into her? We'll have our own ceremony here, perhaps Jamison and Christine will join us." I had been thinking about Christine all day for some reason, the image of her completely shaved body, bent over double, the drink staying level on the small of her back.

"Sounds like you got a lot done today." She looked at me with a tentative smile. "I...I think I should be the one to talk to Shelly."

The shift was subtle and I smiled back. Shelly complicated things. A lot. Loren so wanted to make her her sub, even as she was mine. It was something we would have to figure out...now with Jamison. It was definitely something we'd need help with. My cock pulsed at the images popping up. "Sounds right. I don't know when you'll be...in shape...enough to have her over."

She nodded, shivering a little and looked at her plate. 

"Stay right there." My cock pulsed at an image I'd just had. I practically ran to the living room, looking at the equipment – we'd taken it all out, organized it, and I had been running various options through my head about how to store it. Looking through the small stuff, I picked out a couple of the wired nipple clamps and a large dildo with a ring on its handle.

"Put these on, please." I handed her the clamps and sat back, finishing my wine. She didn't protest, but it was clear her nipples were already sensitive. She winced, inhaling sharply, but didn't utter a word. Amazing. "And put this in, please." She took the dildo and slid it into her. She was in a constant state of arousal. I could still smell her over the aromas in the kitchen. She squirmed a little more, until she had seated the thing deep into her. 

"Come over here, cunt." I slid my chair out and waited. She stood up a little awkwardly trying to keep the dildo seated and waddled over, the clamp wires dangling past her navel. My cock was rising looking at her. I reached up and gently stroked her breasts. I'd been imagining them all day. She moaned a little. "Why am I doing this?" I asked, as I pulled on the left wire, dragging her nipple and breast down her chest.

She cried out from the pain and tried to recover. "Because...because I...I don't know...OH!" I pulled the wire through the dildo ring and snapped it to itself. It had plenty of slack, until I tightened it. Her breast was practically flat, the clamp extending her nipple further than she'd been able to do to herself. I motioned for her to turn a little to let me do the other one.

"Because," I said slowly running my fingers down her ribs, dragging out the inevitable. "I am your master, and I want to." I finished with the second wire. She was hunched over, trying to give herself more slack. "Let's get this kitchen cleaned up. And stand up straight, you'll ruin your posture standing like that."

I watched as she tried to comply, turning to take our dishes from the table. She inched her way to as straight a position as she could, her eyes tearing. 

When we reached the sink, she turned to me. "Thank you, Master Rick," she barely whispered it. My cock was so hard I wished I could fuck her right there, but there was the small problem of the dildo. I grabbed her neck and pulled her lips against mine, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, her hands reaching behind me to pull on my ass. 

I pulled away, pulling a gasp from her. "Keep going," I motioned to the sink. "I'll be right back."

When I returned, the sound of the water covered my footsteps. I stared at her beautiful ass, still pink from the spanker the day before. I nudged my foot between hers, and she jumped, yelping from the pain, looking down and then up. She spread her legs, wide, already knowing what was coming.

"You have until I cum to finish those dishes," I said clinically, spreading her ass and slipping lube into her hole. I'd really enjoyed fucking her that way, and I wanted to feel it again, with the dildo in her. As turned on as I was, I knew I wouldn't cum anytime soon – we'd just done it not an hour before. She moaned as my finger slipped in and out of her. "Tell me what I'm going to do."




Rule of Thumb Ch. 18



She swallowed, trying to focus on the dishes, her nipples on fire, the dildo threatening to pull out from the tension, making a small squishing sound every time I moved my finger. "You're going to fuck me in the ass," she said as much with anticipation as anxiety. 

"Again." I put some lube on my cock head.

She inhaled, rinsing the pan. "You're going to fuck me in my ass with your hard cock, Master." She set down the pan and gripped the sink edge as I shoved into her. It went much more smoothly this time, but she was too tight for me to get very far in. 

"We're going to have to open you a little," I said, pulling down on her shoulders for leverage. I could feel the hard phallus of the dildo against me as I moved in more deeply. "I don't want this to be so difficult."

"Yes...OH....Master...please...please..." She couldn't let go of the sink, the pain from the nipple clamps, the pain from my cock in her ass. Who knew what the dildo was doing to her. I couldn't tell if she was begging me to stop or to go deeper. It didn't matter what she was saying, of course, either way. I felt the animal crawl out and take over.

"What are you?!!!" I whispered loudly in her ear, my cock as deep as I could get it. It wasn't deep enough and I was getting angry. The day's annoyances all bubbling up, the thought of what we were going to do this Friday, how she would have metal through her, an image of Christine, of Shelly. "Shout it, cunt. I want you to shout it so the Henry's can hear you!" The neighbors on the other side.

"I'M YOU'RE SLAVE, MASTER RICK. I'M YOUR PAIN SLUT! MY HOLES ARE FOR YOU TO USE. FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"

I smiled, moving my hands down to her breasts. She whimpered, still gripping the sink. "You're not making much progress on the dishes, cunt. And I'm not getting any less hard."

She gasped, turning back to the sink as I pulled out. There were a few pots and dishes left. She could easily get it done before I came, if she could keep her balance. I impaled her again. I loved the point of entry – of feeling her ring protesting and then releasing, my head popping through. I pulled out again, and pushed back in again. Each time, she cried out, thanking me between small sobs. 

I looked at our reflection in the window – it was dark outside, and I imagined what someone would see, if anyone could see from down in the ravine: Loren, bare breasted in some odd way, her face streaming with tears, mouthing something. My face and hands visible, pulling on her breasts. But none of the violence I was doing to her ass would be evident – perhaps two lovers having a small fight, or making up after a fight. It's so hard to tell the difference just by looking.

"I might be getting close, cunt." I threatened her. I could go either way and she still hadn't emptied the sink yet. "What will happen if I finish before you do?" I pulled on the clamps and she cried out.

"You'll PUNISH me...OH...Master Rick! You'll punish me..." She started moaning and I knew she was getting close to cumming herself. That wasn't permitted.

"Don't you even think about climaxing, cunt. You know that's not in the picture this week. Not until Friday, when Mistress Anna will have her little helper pulling your pussy lips out and making you officially mine."

I watched her reflection. She squeezed her eyes shut, her hands working as quickly as they could to finish up. She was vibrating, like a bass harp string, her legs were vibrating and I could feel her ass cheeks tensing every time I pushed my hips against her. I was getting close. What punishment could I devise if I finished first?

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...please Master. Please let me cum?!" She was rinsing the last dish, her legs wobbling. I felt like my cock was the only thing holding her up, rammed deep into her ass, her cheeks, warm against my legs. 

I smiled grimly, my orgasm blossoming deep in my groin. "Are you done, cunt? Or do you want more punishment?" I could feel the sperm building, beginning to boil up from my balls.

"No, Master," she barely could get the words out, nearing collapse. "No. please. I'm done. I finished...."

I looked down into the sink just as I shot my load deep into her, pulling harder on the clamps until they released her nipples. Her rectum clamped hard against me as she screamed from the pain, her hands returning to the sink edge. I noticed her knuckles were white. The pain from my assault washed through her, echoing and eventually fading. I felt tears on my fingers as I gently massaged her nipples, my cock deflating.

"Thank you Master," she whispered, looking down at my fingers. "I...I...basket." 

I moved my hands to her ribs, pulling her away from the sink, my cock still barely inside her. Gently pulling out of her, I held her, rubbing my hands on her stomach and breasts, careful to avoid her nipples. "I love you, Loren," I whispered. "I'm so happy we met..." I reached down and unsnapped the wires, putting them on the counter, and continued to hug her from behind, my wet cock pushed against her cheeks, the smell of shit combined with her arousal. I wrinkled my nose.

"You'll leave that in tonight, instead of the regular one," I directed, nodding to the sink for her to wash my cock. "And don't let any of that cum leak onto my floor."

She nodded, turning me to face her. She took the dishrag, soaped it up and gently bathed my cock. When she was finished, she stood back up, kissed my eyes, my cheeks and finally my mouth, her hands all over my back, pushing her body against me. The dildo ring pushed into my pubic bone. "Thank you, thank you thank you," she repeated each time she pulled away. "You've saved my life...."

* - * - * - *

Rule of Thumb Ch. 19

Rick leads Loren deeper into her submissive role 

forced nudity, group sex

Wednesday night and the week was getting weirder. My work was slipping – I might as well not have gone in, what with all of the distractions. I couldn't keep my mind off of Loren, her morning visit presenting her dildo filled pussy to me. I smiled at seeing the car turning down the street as she walked between our houses, her face pale, but her arms down at her side. I had changed the routine: she was to come over before breakfast, present herself to me and then return to get ready for her work. I could only imagine what she was thinking at her work. 

I got concerned knowing she was responsible for tracking medical records. What if she was so distracted she messed up someone's life? 

A knock at the door brought me back to the here and now. Jamison and Christine.

"Hey guys, come in. Come in. It's a little chilly out." Jamison moving Christine in before him with one hand, smiling and lifting a small leather satchel with the other.

"I got it figured out, Rick."

We moved into the living room. Loren was sitting, naked but unrestrained on the couch.

"Hello Master Jamison," she said quietly, looking at her feet.

"Cunt," he said softly to Christine. "Go have a chat." He tsked and motioned. She unzipped the jumpsuit she'd been wearing. It was the only clothing she'd had on.

We moved to the kitchen to discuss what he'd learned from Gordy. From where I was sitting I could see both of them, sitting near each other, Loren's face wide eyed and open.

"So, he's copied everything off, and had me sign something. He's saying I'll probably have to go to court, if it gets there." He shrugged, moving to the fridge to get a beer. "Whatever. She's bad news. It's gotta happen..."

"And what do we do with that thing?" I nodded to the satchel where the vibrator and bug were.

He smiled, taking them out. "I found the user manual." He laughed a little.

"Really? It has a user manual?"

"Not really, but basically there's a community support forum for it. They've both got USB ports. Simple. When I plugged into 'em they offered to install a small program." He shrugged again and took a draw on his beer. "Anyway, the vibe's pretty simple – basic record/playback controls – and a settings panel. It's off. I tested it. You can use it as a vibrator and it isn't transmitting. Turns out there's a hard-switch next to the battery compartment that switches off the wireless. So, no mic, no transmitter. The vibrator seems worth keeping." He smiled again.

I took it from him and held it to my nose. It smelled different from Loren and I looked at him. "Tested it, eh?"

He shrugged and smiled. "The other thing is a bit more complicated. It's a receiver and it apparently piggybacks onto your outbound packets. It was configured to send information to a specific address...when I looked at it, there wasn't a web site, so there's some kind of storage system there...maybe. Anyway, I changed the address to an anonymous drop." He smiled again, his eyes crinkling.

I had no idea what he was talking about and it must have showed.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander..." He went on to explain how we might help Gordy's case.

I looked up to see the two women talking now more animatedly, more intensely. Loren's eyes looked watery, but maybe it was just the light.

"So, what else?"

"Gordy said he'd be calling you. I told him you were going over there again this week and he practically freaked. He's touchy these days." Another swig.

"It'll be the last time." I sipped my beer and thought about Friday night.

"Anyway, he said he needs to talk to you..."

I scratched my neck and nodded, distracted. "Okay. If he doesn't call, I'll call him before Friday." I paused and watched the two women. "So, Loren asked a good question the other day..."

He waited, the empty bottle on the counter.

"She said, 'How do we know the difference?' – meaning, when is she my slave and when are we just being together?"

He nodded, smiling slightly. "She's always your slave. That's the way it plays out. Once she's committed, that's it. You can decide how to behave in public, but alone, she's the cunt, you're the master. It's pretty simple." 

I shook my head slightly, not imagining how that could ever be the way we would be. "How long have you been with Christine?" 

"About a year. She's amazing. I don't think I'm going to let her go."

I raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"Yeah, after about six months I get tired of 'em...usually. But not her. She's not like any of the other cunts I've ever trained..."

I choked on the last of my beer. "Whaaa?"

"Shit, bro'. You didn't know? I've been training slaves for about 10 years now. But I think I'm going to keep this one. She's fucking hot. Smart. Look at those tits. And her cunt. Fuck. It's like silk. You definitely haven't felt pussy until you've felt hers..."

She's not a common whore, Rick! Anna's words floated back to me. The animal began to rise in me. I pursed my lips and nodded slightly. "I've been thinking about her...at the party...bent over with the drink..."

He smiled, shrugged and motioned to the fridge.

"Go for it." As he grabbed another beer, I stopped to think about who I was becoming. A month ago, I thought again, just a simple insurance salesman. Now, dominating my next door neighbor...

"That's what she's trained for. She's not a whore, but it's important for her to understand whatever I want is what she wants. You want to fuck her? Go right ahead. It would be good for Loren, too."

...I actually felt entitled to treat these two women this way. And it didn't feel "wrong." Just the opposite, every time I thought I might be hurting her, Loren thanked me. I shook my head at Anna's suggestion Loren needed to see me as a man, not a god. "In a minute. Anything else I should know about that thing?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Like I said, pretty simple. You took the other thing off, right?"

I had. Monday night. I had no idea if she'd broached any of my financial or contact information. I kept most of it locally, and was told whatever went out was encrypted, but the violation made me angry every time. 

"How are you going to do it?"

"What?" I had lost track of the conversation.

"Break it off? What are you going to say?"

My turn to shrug. "I'm not too worried. She knows I've got leverage, just not how much. I hope." I nodded to the living room and grabbed another beer. "I think the best bet is to treat like it all the other nights: Loren is going to get pierced and we'll just leave like we usually do. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Cunt." 

Christine looked up and stood, putting her hands behind her neck, spreading her legs. 

"Loren," I said more gently. "Come over here, please."

She stood and stood in front of me, confused. I whispered into her ear and she shook her head, her eyes looking over at Christine, down at the floor. She started to speak until I put a finger to her lips.

"Your protesting is getting old, cunt. You know what the rules are and how you can say 'no.' Unless I hear that, on your knees."

She paused, looking at my face, her expression a silent plea to reconsider, and then sank to her knees, her hands undoing my trousers. Slipping them and my briefs down, she took my cock in her fingers, blushing a deep red. This was new: actively performing a sex act, not being restrained or forced.

"Tell our guests what you are doing." It felt delicious, her fingers sliding up my stiffening shaft.

"I'm..." she was mumbling.

"Cunt! Tell. Our. Guests. What. You. Are. Doing!" I moved my hands down to her head, turning her face to look at the two of them. Her hands stopped momentarily and then redoubled their effort to make me hard.

"I'm making you hard, Master, so that you can fuck Master Jamison's cunt." I could see tears beginning to brim at the corners of her eyes.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Because...because I am your slave, Master Rick. Because it gives you pleasure to punish me." The tears dropped onto the rug and I turned her head back to face me. I could feel her breath on my head. I motioned my hips forward and she opened her mouth, whimpering slightly, but not putting an end to it. The wet warmth of her tongue and lips engulfed me and I hummed a little at the feeling.

I watched Jamison take Christine over to the couch, kneel her down so her gorgeous ass was facing me and spread her legs. Her pink lips were barely peeking out beneath her cheeks as he bent her over onto the cushions. She pushed her elbows where the back met the seat, her hands gripping the upper cushions and laid her head down on the seat. I heard her whisper a thank-you to Jamison as he sat down next to her, his jeans touching her face. The thought of shoving my cock into that smooth creature made me hard. Hard enough to pull out of Loren's mouth.

She sat back onto her knees, sobbing a little, shaking her head, but still not willing to stop me. 

"Come on, Loren. You're going to help." I helped her up, my cock barely moving it was so stiff, and repositioned her next to Christine's right ass cheek. "Spread her open and guide my cock into her wet cunt."

She looked at me, miserable and upset, as I knelt down, my hands drifting onto Christine's tight cheeks. I looked at her, my face hardening.

"Please, Master, I'm sorry. I...just don't look at me that way..." She moved her hands to open Christine's thighs, her thumbs against her pussy. Slipping her hands up, she pulled Christine's lips apart, exposing her moist dark pink interior.

I leaned in, my cock against her cheeks. It was getting crowded down there, but Loren slipped her left hand around the top of my shaft, her right continuing to open Christine's pussy. Pulling me forward, she pushed my cock-head and I sighed as her sticky lips enveloped it. Moving her hand down, she moved me into her further, pulling her other hand down and out, spreading Christine's cheeks apart further.

"What do you say, cunt?" I looked at her face, intent on her task, tears dripping down.

"Thank you, Master Rick. Thank you for giving me the honor of helping you fuck Master Jamison's cunt." She sobbed as she said it, but she knew it was what I wanted to hear.

Christine kept a running dialog of how it felt having a stranger's cock pushed into her cunt. With the two of them talking it sounded like being in between two porn theaters with the dialog competing.

"His cock is different from yours, Master J."

"You're slipping in almost all the way..."

"It's hot and hard and I'm getting aroused..."

"My fingers are sticky from her..."

Jamison sat back and watched, taking a swig from his beer, smiling at me. "Nothing to it, right? Forever."

* - * - * - *

I called Gordy first thing Thursday morning. 

"Hey," he sounded harried, as usual. "thanks for getting in touch."

I waited.

"About Anna Wilson. Turns out there's been a major change in the situation. Apparently, there's a hot young attorney in the DA's office who's trying to make a name for herself. She's gone through a bunch of pending files, Wilson's being one of them, and with this latest evidence, she wants to move fast."

I grunted. "How fast?"

"Well, it turns out, Ms. Wilson has crossed a line or two...a couple of folks in the city government have been on the DA's radar for several years...this last set of recordings...pretty sloppy of her, actually...they have several sessions with one of these guys. It could become federal, so she wants to move as quickly as she can. Maybe Monday, even."

I relaxed a little. We could still go through with it on Friday. "And...me? Will I need to be involved or ...?"

"Hard to say right now. I'm not representing you...am I?"

I liked Gordy. "Look, if I need representation, you'll be my first stop, assuming you don't have to recuse yourself. Are you involved?"

He barked a sharp laugh. "I've been telling you to stay away from that thing. No. I've been quarantined from her since I first got word she was starting down this path...years ago. No, I'm clean. But back to you. It's possible they'll need to interview you, and it's possible some things will go public, but I doubt you'll have much press time. In this case, being a small fish is a good thing."

"Okay, well, we were planning on cutting off relations on Friday, so the timing works for me."

A long sigh. "Yeah. Well. You know what I would say..."

"We're cutting it off, didn't I make that clear?"

"...don't even bother making the Friday date. Why take any more risk? She'll be done next week."

"Frankly, I'd think you'd advise me to not change course, not raise her suspicions, just keep going as if all was well. It's going to be tough enough as it is." It was going to be tough enough even if none of the legal stuff was going on. Images of Loren's pussy being stretched, a gold pill snapping through the dark purple flesh. Why was I getting hard at that?

Another sigh. "Just...fuck, Rick. You're putting yourself in double harm's way. What's so important you couldn't just say you came down with something?"

My turn to sigh. "I'm...Loren..." How much did I want to tell him? "Loren is getting pierced for me."

A whoosh of air across the telephone. "Fuuuuccck."

We sat for a few heartbeats, letting that sit there.

"Okay," he said evenly. "I've got to go. Nothing has changed. She's still a venomous snake and she's going down. You know what I'm advising, and next week you may need representation. If not from me, I'd suggest Morrison. Except for the fact he's a straight razor, he's the best."

I thanked him and hung up. Exposing to Gordy Loren's commitment to me felt liberating and embarrassing. I still wasn't believing this is who I was.

* - * - * - *

I called Loren to check in with her and suggested could eat at her place that night. In the past month, I'd really only spent a few days there. This would be the first time we'd actually had dinner. 

"Wow. Okay." She seemed a little overwhelmed.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"No!" She was clearly in a place she couldn't address me properly. "It's just...it's just the first time you've been over, since..." I could tell she was excited. Happy. As if this meant something. 




Rule of Thumb Ch. 18



"Great. I think it's time you have dishes to clean up at your own place." She laughed at the joke, and I could tell she understood the deeper implications. My cock pulsed at the deeper implications. "6:30 too early?"

"No. That...ummm...yeah, that should be fine. I'm going to have to stop and pick up a few things."

"6:30. And," I paused to make sure my office door was closed. "You will be stripped naked when I arrive, dildo in place. Do you understand?" I shifted my voice a little.

"Fuck, Ric...Mast...Rick," she whispered, her voice catching. "You can't...I'm at work..."

I smiled. "And are there people in ear shot?"

A long pause, no doubt as she looked around. "I don't know...I'm in the filing room."

An evil thought crested. "Walk around. Find out."

"No!" She whispered. "I'll get in trouble. I don't have much time. Please."

Still not safe word. How long was she going to do this? "Really?"

"Fuck..." she sighed and I could tell she was walking. "Okay," she whispered. "I guess I'm alone. I've closed the door. What?"

She was begging me to do something. Even she didn't know what it was.

"Do they make you wear scrubs?" I had no idea what the uniform was over there.

"No, silly. It's a medical records office. Normal office wear. You've seen me..." It all came out in a stream before she understood where I might be going next. "Fuck, no, Rick...Master Rick. No!" The last a hissed whisper.

I hadn't really been thinking anything up until that point, other than have her address me properly, but now I couldn't help myself. "What, cunt? What can't I ask you to do?"

Sounds of her breathing. "I...what if someone walks in? No. I can't! It's my job! We..."

"What the fuck are you going on about, cunt? Tell me, or stop it." I was puzzled why she just couldn't say her word and move on. She really wanted it. She must really want it. Whatever it was.

"I can't get undressed, here Master Rick. You wouldn't want me to get fired!" She was pleading.

"What are you wearing, specifically. No, fuck that. Take a selfie and send it to me. Now."

"It's coming, Master Rick." She was quiet, but I knew she was panicking, looking at the door, waiting for something.

I opened the incoming picture. Blouse, skirt. Easy. "Take your panties off. No. Wait. Pull her skirt up and tuck the hem into your waist band. Take a selfie. Then pull your underwear down. Take a selfie. Hurry. Before someone comes in."

She cursed quietly and I could hear clothes rustling. Moments later, she came back on, her voice tight. "Please, Master Rick. Please let me get back to work."

"Your skirt still up?"

"Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Quietly panicked.

"Open your blouse. Take a selfie. Take off your bra. Take a selfie."

I heard the phone being set down and more quiet rustling, a scraping sound, a thunk, another scraping sound, and then she was back.

"I'm going to get caught, Master Rick! This is my job! What are we doing?!?" I could tell she was aroused and panicked. But still no safe word.

"Okay. You can button up your blouse and put down your skirt, but no bra or panties for the rest of the day. Take a selfie each hour to prove to me you're still barely dressed. Send all of them to me that you've taken and the rest as you take them. Do you understand, cunt?"

She had already rearranged her clothes before I'd finished. "Yes, Master Rick." Clearly relieved, her breathing still heavy. "Thank you." Sincere gratitude. She did want this. Fucking amazing. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, Loren. What are you going to do with your underwear?"

"I'll figure something out. I gotta go. I'll see you tonight." A kiss and she disconnected.

Rule of Thumb Ch. 20

Loren's induction into slavery 

restraint, torture, piercing, forced nudity, 

It was a hot July evening, the sun still high above the horizon, the sky clear and blue. I had arrived home early, too nervous and aroused to be of any use. Thankfully it had been a quiet day – no emergencies. 

We had to be at Anna's at 7, still 30 minutes away. I had poured myself a drink, waiting for Loren when she knocked.

"You don't have to knock." I let her in, kissing her deeply. "In fact," I added, turning to a hook. "You should just take a key."

She looked ravishing, as usual. She had obviously cleaned up after work, shampooed and dried her hair into that breezy style, her long thin frame accentuated by the halter top and shorts she was wearing. An interesting choice, I realized. It was what she had been wearing the first day I had really taken a notice of her. I guess she figured it didn't matter what she wore since she'd be stripped moments after arriving.

"Would you like one?" She was eyeing my drink.

"Yes, please." She walked over to the bar. "I can get it."

"You...ready?"

She focused on getting her drink together. "I'm so fucking...nervous...scared...excited. I...I still can't believe I'm doing this." She looked up at me, her eyes wet, her face a mixture of all of those emotions.

I smiled and reached over to her, rubbing her shoulder. "It's just another day. Tomorrow, you'll be the same person you are now. We'll be the same people. Nothing is going to change."

She shook her head, taking a sip. "How can you say that? It's all going to be different. It's like saying, just because you've put a ring on your finger when you get married, you aren't different." She shivered and took a longer draw, almost finishing it.

I figured she should get a little drunk, actually. I couldn't imagine how painful it would be to have a piece of metal piercing my most sensitive glands. My stomach clenched a little that she would even consider it, let alone want it. But she'd been struggling with it for a few weeks, processing it. She had decided a while ago, even if she hadn't fully reconciled it...even now.

"You know we don't have to do it. It's not like getting married. There's nothing binding about this from the State's point of view. I know what we've got, with or without a piece of metal."

She just looked at me as if she was going to cry, and refilled her glass. "Please, Rick. Please don't make it sound like an option. It's not an option for me anymore. If I don't do this thing, tonight, I'll be thinking about it forever. Until I finally do it, sometime. Let's just make it happen so I can stop thinking about it." She closed her eyes, forcing a tear to trail down her cheek.

We hadn't discussed exactly what we were going to do. The needle piercing through her clit? A gold pill through her labia? I had been fantasizing about it all week, as I'm sure she had, but I'd made an effort not to reveal what I was thinking. 

"So, what are you thinking?"

She looked up, confused and then realized what I was referring to, blushing. "I...shit...I don't know. I was...I don't know. What do you think?" She came around from behind the bar and sat on the couch. Her nipples were pushing through the fabric and I couldn't stop staring at that neck. What an amazing neck. Images of Mamiko pulling down on her thick lips, of putting two bullets through her and the needle. I had decided I wanted it all.

"Nope. It's going to be a surprise, no matter what you may want. But I still want to know what you think you'd get, if you had a say in the matter."

She looked into my eyes, her lips pressed together and turned to look into her glass. "The needle," she said quietly. "She made it sound like it was the most painful. I want to know what that feels like." 

I nodded and rubbed her shoulders, my hand drifting down to the bare skin of her back. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth, her hands, wet from her glass, pushing against my neck. 

"I love you so much, Rick. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I found you." She kissed me again and my cock was starting to stiffen.

We finished our drinks and began the short walk to Anna's house. I hadn't bothered to tell her about my latest conversation with Gordy. The less she knew about the timing, the better. I would have hated it if she let something slip in the midst of Anna's torture.

Mamiko greeted us, completely naked, with the exception of some fine metal work contraption over her pubic mound that at first glance looked like she had slivery pubic hair. Remembering she had just a tiny sliver of deep black hair, I looked more closely. I stared at it as we walked in, a filigree of fine silvery metal. Tiffany-esque, if Tiffany silversmiths ever crafted an ivy-twined cunt plate. It obviously was penetrating her pussy, and possibly her ass as well, I couldn't tell. 

"Ahhh, the big night!" Anna greeted us at the living room. She was dressed in a flowing silk gown, a drink in hand. The room was brightly lit, a fire burning, and except for the wooden armature in the middle of the room, a perfectly normal scene. "I assume you'll want a drink. Help yourselves."

"So, Loren. Rick." She paused as we returned with our glasses, motioning for us to sit in the love seat. "First of all, I can't tell you how disappointed I am that Shelly couldn't make it. I had really expected to hear her make her commitment to you, Loren." She said it in a way that suggested we were to blame, and I braced myself, imagining where that might lead. "But life is full of disappointments. Let's not dwell on the negative, when you have such a wonderful commitment in front of you!" 

She had taken a seat on the couch, Mamiko standing by the fire.

"First off: have you decided which piercing you are to have?" She looked at me, ignoring Loren.

I smiled, downing half my drink. "Mistress Anna, it is so difficult to choose. I was really thinking, and obviously you have more experience in these things, why not all three? The needle, and a bullet in each lip?"

Loren gasped, looking up at me and then to Anna to see her reaction.

She smiled, nodding. "So greedy, Master Rick! So greedy!

"But seriously," she continued, "that just isn't very practical. Yes, I've had slaves pierced like that in the past...but it...Loren isn't built quite right for that sort of application." She looked back at me and then motioned to Loren to stand and strip. 

I watched as she put her glass down and without protest or hesitation pulled the halter top off over her head, her breasts bouncing down lightly, her nipples erect. She stood, unzipped her shorts and peeled them down, no underwear, and slipped them and her sandals off.

"Come, let me show you." She motioned for Loren to walk over to her. "This cunt's cunt is far too delicate to have a pin here," she spread Loren's legs a little, pulling the hood away from her clit. Loren moaned slightly. "Here." She pulled down on her right outer labia, stretching it to expose the inner curly leaves. "No," she continued, keeping Loren's lip pulled tight, "that wouldn't do at all.

"Remember," she kept up the clinical discussion, her fingers letting Loren's lip contract back. It hung a little lower than the left. "This is to enhance the effect of the trainer. No need to overdue that here." She took another drink, ignoring Loren standing next to her.

I looked at the two naked women in the brightly lit room, the armature standing like a soldier. I was definitely going for the needle. She wanted it. I wanted it. But I wanted something more. But before we continued, I needed to take care of something more personal.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Anna," I said, standing. "I'm afraid this cunt and I started our evening a little earlier. I'll need to use the bathroom. I believe it's this way, yes?"

Anna nodded and I made my way down the hall. Looking over my shoulder, I took a quick detour to her study, carefully turning on the light. Jamison had given me a tour of how the parasite had been attached to my system and showed me where I should look on hers. Scanning the tops of bookshelves and file cabinets, I found the blinking lights suggesting a router. Looking again through the door to the living room and seeing nobody, I quickly inserted the thing on the line. Turnabout is fair play, all's fair in love and war, and all that.

I turned off the light, moved quickly to the bathroom and returned to the living room. Anna and Mamiko were studying Loren, pulling at her labia and nipples.

"Now," Anna said. "You do have a couple of other options that could make sense." She motioned to Mamiko who crossed the room to the cabinet, retrieving something. "Let's say you go with the needle. Definitely a good choice for this cunt. You can also pierce her nipples with something like this."

Mamiko had opened a box to reveal several pairs of hooped earrings, gold and fine. 

"Any of these would work, and they would enhance the trainer on your cunt's nipples, although personally, I think it isn't as much of an effect as the clips directly attached." She reached up to pinch Loren's right nipple, forcing her to gasp. She turned to me raising an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

I stared at the rings, thinking. I hadn't even considered other piercings, my thoughts only focusing on Loren's thick lips and clit. I took a drink and stared at her, so vulnerable and exposed, so needing to be in pain. I shook my head. Suddenly an idea popped in front of my eyes.

"What about," I got up to look at the box more closely, crouching down until my face was inches from Loren's pussy. She was so aroused I could smell the fresh cut hay so loved. "What about these," I picked out a set of the larger hoops, "through her lips, and these," I picked out much smaller ones, "through her nipples. And the needle of course."

Anna smiled, pinching Loren's other nipple until she cried out. "Now Master Rick. I can see where you're going, or maybe you don't see it yourself. For that," she motioned for Mamiko to get a different box, "you need something a little different." She nodded, smiling. "I really like you two." She pulled another gasp from Loren with her fingers.

Mamiko returned, opening the box for us to inspect. The dark velvet interior contained several pairs of thicker rings, sliver not gold.

"These," Anna picked up a smallish pair, "would work in ways you may not understand." She held them up to Loren's pussy lips. They dangled against her thighs. "Very traditional, actually. I hadn't thought about it."

Loren looked down, the metal tickling the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, her eyes widening.

"Now, these aren't terribly conductive. So they wouldn't necessarily improve on having the training clips directly applied to your cunt's cunt lips. But there are some advantages.

"For one, you can lock them." She pulled a small padlock out of a depression in the velvet. "That can be useful to keep her out, or to keep things in." She smiled, wickedly.

"Secondly, you can attach clips to them, but in this case, you can attach one clip to the two, leaving the second clip for something else. That can be a nice advantage.

"Third, you can feed rope, or wire, through them, allowing you to split her open, pin her in place, or other desirable arrangements. They are much stronger than the others, you see. Yes, Master Rick, I'm beginning to see how this might be a nice idea."

I licked my lips, watching Loren's face. She wanted it so badly, in spite of shaking her head, I could see the arousal in her eyes, the way they widened with each suggestion from Anna. "Okay, I hadn't thought about that. But I still think having her nipples pierced might be useful. Even more so, now that I think about ropes." I finished my drink, and Anna motioned for Mamiko to refill it. Loren looked over at hers.

"Hmmm," Anna looked at the boxes. "The thing is, Master Rick, these," pointing to the gold hoops, "just can't take the strain, while these," pointing to the thicker sliver ones, "just don't conduct as well. Wait! Wait. I think I've got something." 

I leaned over to get Loren's drink, my erection obvious now. Handing the glass up to her, I looked her in the eye and saw only deep desire. Maybe with a touch of panic.

"Mamiko. When you're done bringing Master Rick his drink, please get the other gold box."

In a moment, she opened yet a third velvet lined box, this one with various shapes and bends of gold.

"These," Anna said, letting go of Loren's nipple and picking up a pair of thick gold rods, terminated by small balls. 'Why didn't I think of these before?" She held them up to Loren's nipples and showed how they would fit. "These are strong enough to take wires, or chains. You can feed the wire through these balls, see?" She offered one for me to look at more closely. The ball had a small diameter hole drilled through it, wide enough for the wires I had at home, but maybe not the clips that terminated them.

I licked my lips, tasting the alcohol and feeling a little woozy. "I...wow...these...yes, I think these would be great. Do you have any with slightly larger holes? I'm not sure how I'll get the wires through that I have at home."

She paused and looked down in the box, selecting a pair with a slightly thicker rod and much larger balls. She smiled as she held them up to Loren's nipples. "These will hurt," she said with a menace in her voice, "but they'll work. You'll need to be careful not to pull them through her nipple when you have her restrained – they're just at the limit."

The image of tearing Loren sent a cold shiver up my spine, and apparently hers as she downed her drink.

"So. A needle, two classic rings, and two barbells for her nipples. Yes?" It reminded me of someone taking an order at a fast-food joint.

I looked again at Loren and then at Anna. "It sounds fucking fantastic."

Mamiko moved quickly, taking Loren back to the armature, forcing her to mount the peg. She cried out from the pain – she hadn't had much time to adjust, when Mamiko quickly strapped her hands above her head, strapped her ankles on the spreader bar, stretching her legs wide open and added a leather strap around her waist. 

Effectively pinned to the armature, Mamiko laid it back again, taking the pressure of Loren's cunt, pulling her lips apart until they enveloped the black peg. It took less than two minutes and she was fully restrained, except for her head.

"I thought we would do this before dinner," Anna said, shifting to look at Loren. "She'll be uncomfortable, but it's better not to have food in your stomach in case the pain is too much for her. 

"I see, and smell, she's aroused. Have you let her climax at all this week?"

The discussion of the piercings, along with Anna's clinical appraisal of Loren's condition added a medical tinge to the air. That and Mamiko rolling a medical instrument tray I hadn't noticed before. 

"No, Mistress Anna. She's been edging all week. It's been truly cruel...and delightful."

Loren was craning her head down to see what was going on, her breathing becoming more erratic.

"Mamiko." Anna waited until her servant looked up. "Can you restrain the cunt's head?"

She stood up and pulled a leather band from behind the armature to go across Loren's forehead.

"No. I want her to see everything."

Mamiko slid it down to Loren's chin and tightened it, forcing her chin against her collarbone.

I stared as Mamiko continued her work. She took wires from the trainer and clipped them to Loren's nipples, clit and lips, turning it on swiftly. Loren gasped from the pain and then the pleasure. I could see the black peg moistening as she tried to find relief against it. Next up, the several piercings from their boxes; Mamiko laid them into a metal pan and poured in a small amount of alcohol. Loren began to moan.

"Tonight, cunt," Anna said, refreshing her drink. "I want to hear you. I want to hear you beg, to scream, to fully embrace the pain and commitment you are making. Do not be shy. We won't chastise you for being loud. On the contrary, it will go much easier for you if you let it out."




Rule of Thumb Ch. 18



She immediately began to moan and whimper. "I...Master Rick...I'm so frightened..." She was vibrating, shivering, except for the restraints. "It's going to hurt...OOOHHH." The trainer kicked in and she pulsed with it.

I reached into my pants to adjust my thickening cock.

"Master Rick, I think it would help your cunt to see what effect she's having on you."

I nodded, stood up from the crouch I'd been in, and almost lost my balance. The alcohol was going to my head. I stripped off my pants and underwear as quickly as I could manage. She came around behind me, her silk gown against my naked ass, and held my cock in her fingers.

Loren stared at us, at Mistress Anna's hands as she gently fondled my balls and shaft. 

Mamiko turned and nodded slightly, reaching up to remove the clips from Loren's nipples. Taking a small cotton swab of alcohol, she doused each nipple, forcing a gasp.

"This will hurt," she said quietly, without any empathy. "You'll want to breathe in and then let it out when you feel the needle." Slipping on surgical gloves she removed a small forceps from its sterile packaging, and squeezed Loren's right nipple from above and below, squishing it into a rectangle. With the other hand she took a needle and pushed it in, not too slowly and without stopping.

"Shit Shit SHIT!" 

Mamiko continued, pushing the barbell through the opening. A small drop of blood oozed onto her breast.

Loren was gasping, closing her eyes and breathing as best she could through the pain.

"This is more painful than the rings, Master Rick, but nothing compared to her clitoris."

Loren gasped in protest as Mamiko turned to her left nipple.

"No! Wait! WAIT!"

Mamiko removed a second set of forceps and repeated the process. Loren screamed as the barbell went through, gasping for breath.

"FUCKKK!!! FUCK that hurts. Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod." 

I watched her squeezing her legs against the peg, now dripping from her juices.

"We'll give you a set of instructions to keep it clean and infection free. It's important – nipples can take a full year to heal..."

Mamiko removed her gloves and knelt to inspect Loren's labia. Pulling them apart, she motioned for Anna's opinion.

I sighed as Anna's hands left me, crossing over to get a closer look at Loren's new jewelry. Blood was visible at the wound, but the barbells looked perfect. I could see the holes in the balls and imagined her being restrained. I kissed her tears away and whispered how brave she was being and how hard it was making me. She looked at me, unable to turn her head and sobbed quiet 'thank-yous'. I could see how happy this was making her, and how scared she was.

Anna had been consulting the entire time, pulling her lips one way, and then another, marking the spots with an ink pen. 

"Why don't you pull up a chair, Master Rick, for a closer look."

I sat down, just a foot away as Mamiko cleaned her hands and put on a fresh pair of gloves, swabbing the area with alcohol. Taking a fresh needle, larger than the one before, she lined it up with the first dot. "Breath in, cunt." She said without emotion, and then pushed the needle through the thick flesh of Loren's outer labia.

Loren cried out, not ready or expecting it, in spite of Mamiko's warning and sobbed. "OH FUCK, fuck fuck fuck...yess, yess, god yess..." Mamiko quickly inserted the ring through the fresh hole and screwed it shut.

"And again," she said, quickly moving to the other side. Moments later, and much crying out from Loren, I was delighted to see her cunt hanging open with the rings. Mamiko lifted them to show how much margin there was, while Anna explained again about keeping it clean and letting it heal. She removed the padlock and attached it to the rings, closing Loren's pussy.

"There is enough skin there to take quite a bit of weight...over time. The tissue will harden a little around the piercing to make it even more sound."

Loren was starting to hum – the sound of her beginning to climax. 

"Cunt!" I shouted at her. "You will not cum until I decide it is time. Do you understand!"

She looked at me, tears streaming down her face, her eyes glazed. She nodded as best she could.

"Say it, cunt. Say it!"

"Yes," her voice croaked, "Master Rick. I understand! I'm not to climax until you permit it."

She looked down at her nipples, trying to see past to her new rings. Anna held up a mirror until she nodded, closing her eyes and trying to keep her breath even.

"Are you hungry, Master Rick? Just because your cunt can't eat, I shouldn't be starving you!" 

She was obviously drawing out the anticipation, letting Loren recover, or perhaps struggle with her impending orgasm. It was supposed to be the most powerful one she would ever have, after all. No sense in rushing things. I nodded, grateful to have a little time to take everything in.

Mamiko removed her gloves, left and returned with a rolling cart of appetizers. The aroma was amazing, masking the alcohol but fortunately not Loren's own perfume.

Anna and I sat back and enjoyed the food, watching as Loren struggled with her arousal and pain.

"I met with Arnie and Amie yesterday," she said. "I think they'll be very happy with the program I'm recommending."

I almost choked. They were the last I'd expect to take her up on her services. And then I thought about what her impending arrest would do to them. I focused on the food. "That's...that's surprising," I managed to say.

"Yes. I know what you're thinking. Of all the couples why would those two choose to work with me? Actually, if you'd ask me to predict, I would have said them, frankly. They're deeply in love. Just a bit awkward."

We continued to chat a few minutes longer, the anticipation of Loren's final piercing hanging heavier in the air.

"Please, Master Rick, Mistress Anna. Please." She breathed the words, knowing she was misbehaving. "I'm ready. I want...I need..." She stopped, looking at us.

"So disobedient. Have you taught her nothing, these past weeks?" She looked at me and smiled. "Cunt! It has nothing to do with what you want or need, does it!? If you want or need something, then beg for it in a way that would compel us." She turned back to me with a raised eyebrow, implying I might want another drink.

As we moved to the bar, Loren began imploring us to finish the piercing, describing how much pleasure it would give us to watch her clitoris impaled on a gold needle, how much she didn't deserve our attention and how much punishment she deserved for being such a worthless cunt.

"Cunt! Isn't it just that you are suffering from a week of not being allowed to climax? Admit it!" Anna sipped her drink and reached to stroke my erection.

"No, Mistress. No! I...I...I'm not deserving of a climax. That is my master's decision. I simply want to do as my Master wishes – to be his slave!" She sobbed and cried, tears flowing and dripping onto her breasts.

Mamiko had cleaned up the medical cart, removing everything except the final tools and bits needed for the clitoral piercing. She stood, passively waiting for our next move.

Almost imperceptibly, Anna motioned her head, giving my cock a squeeze and pulling me back to stand in front of Loren. I could see how worked up she was, the black peg dripping from her wet cunt, her nipples red and bleeding slightly, a constant undercurrent of pain, not to mention the rings hanging from her distended lips.

Mamiko, responding to Anna's signal, put on a fresh pair of gloves and knelt between us. Taking a swab, she cleaned the clitoral hood, carefully washing under it. With the touch of the alcohol to her clitoris, Loren clenched and screeched. Mamiko repeated the process three separate times, whether it was necessary or not, I wouldn't know. I half suspected she enjoyed the pain it was causing her.

The differences between this piercing and the others were subtle. In this case, Mamiko would only need to insert the needle itself, blunting its ends after it was inserted. The pain would be limited to one insertion. But of course, she was about to pierce the connection of some of the most sensitive nerves in Loren's body. So the pain would be intense.

"Mistress," Mamiko said quietly, a little distressed. "The salts..."

"Ahh, it's okay, my pet." She reached for an ampule on the cart. "She can't be in two places at once, can she?" She said, turning to me and holding the fabric covered ampule up to Loren's nose. "We wouldn't want her to faint before her climax, would we?" Her smile was pure evil.

Mamiko removed a fresh pair of forceps and gently squeezed at the base of Loren's clit, pushing the hood and adjacent skin up and away from her body. Loren inhaled sharply and exhaled.

"Oh god, ohgod, ohgod, please, please please" She was starting to hyperventilate.

"Breathe, Loren, breathe deeply." I stood next to her, whispering, coaching. "It's what you want, what you've wanted. You'll be mine. Everytime you undress or look at yourself, you'll know you belong to me. At the gym, at the doctor's. You will be telling the world you have given all of yourself to me. Tell me what you are."

"I'm...ogodohgodohgod...you're...slave, Master Rick!" She jerked a little as Mamiko adjusted herself.

I looked down to see the gold needle at the base of the extended skin and put my hand gently on Loren's arm.

"Breathe, cunt." Mamiko said softly and pushed the needle into her skin smoothly until I saw it emerge, bloody from the other side.

"OHHHHHGODDDDD! OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, YES..." She screamed trying to move her pelvis anyway she could.

I whispered in her ear. "You can cum, my pain slut. Cum for us. You've been waiting for a week, for all your life. Let us hear you cum." I gently stroked her arm and stood back.

Mamiko kept pushing the needle through, but I suspected Loren was already lost in the initial pain. She screamed and her abdomen clenched. I watched as liquid sprayed onto the black peg onto Mamiko's breasts. Over and over her stomach muscles cramped and her screams changed from pain to release, to...

Anna quickly snapped the ampule and Loren's face tried to snap away as the chemicals hit her brain. She had begun to faint and now was revived, only to feel the onslaught of pain more lucidly. The fire in her nipples and the stinging from the rings in her cunt were barely noticeable compared to the blazing white hot searing pain at the base of her clit.

Mamiko took a crimper from the cart and pushed it onto one end of the needle. The cold metal against her clit made Loren scream again, and the jerk as the crimper flattened the end of the needle made her open her eyes and mouth, her scream completely silent. She had emptied her lungs and no breath to give voice to the pain. I looked to Anna, concerned and was relieved when Loren finally took in a rush of air.

"NO, NO, NO....wait, wait...I can't. NO!"

But Mamiko had already moved to the other side and quickly crimped it. Loren screamed at the insult to her body taking in as much air as she could before crying out again. I looked down and saw Mamiko was finished, moving her tools back onto the cart. Loren had stopped crying and I looked back up, thinking she may have fainted, but no, she had finally regained her breath, sucking in and pushing out as much air as she could.

"No...no...please...stop...no." She continued to moan, even as I comforted her. The worst was over and she just needed to rest.

"It's okay, Loren. It's okay." I rubbed her, hoping we hadn't done something terrible.

"NOOOOOO. FUCKKKK. STOPPP! OHHHH!" Her eyes shot open and she tried to jerk her hands.

I looked down to see her legs jerking, her stomach clenching and then saw that Mamiko had attached the trainer to the needle. Loren's cries got higher, her breathing shortened. When I looked at her face I saw she was climaxing, over and over again. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted.

"That's enough, pet. I think they got the point." Anna turned away to sit on the couch and nurse her drink, patting the cushion next to her.

Mamiko quickly put away the remaining instruments and moved away, leaving Loren stretched out on the armature, breathing heavily.

I couldn't move from my spot, my hands gently caressing her, whispering to her, a part of me horrified at what had just happened, and another part wishing I could fuck her. My cock was hard; I couldn't believe how erect I was after witnessing what they had just done.

"Master Rick. Come here. Now. You need some relief. Now." Her tone left me little choice. I could have undone Loren's restraints, but then what? Carry her home? She was better off unconscious.

"That's more like it. She'll be fine. She'll be more than fine. You'll see." Anna kept a stream of comforting nonsense as I sat down, her fingers gently wrapping around my cock. "What would you like, Master Rick?" 

I couldn't think straight. The alcohol, my concern for Loren, my anger at Anna's cruelty. This was punishment for both of us, but for what I couldn't be certain. For cancelling Shelly? Not a chance. For what she was about to face with the D.A.'s office? I shook my head.

"Tell me, Rick. What have you wanted since you first stepped foot in the house?"

Mamiko stood next to the armature, her hands behind her neck, her legs spread, her skin that golden polished teak. My eyes went to the metal fabrication attached to her pussy.

"Yes. Of course. But, sadly, she has her chastity belt on tonight. What would you give to have take it off so you could fuck her properly?"

I shook my head, my mouth suddenly dry. Seeing my glass across the way, I got up to refill it and buy myself some time. We had to get out of here. She had gone off the deep end and wouldn't be satisfied with the harm she'd already done. After filling my glass, I grabbed a few ice cubes and turned, composing myself as best I could.

"Naturally, I would like nothing better than to fuck your little pet, Mistress Anna," I said as evenly as possible, walking over to Loren. She was still out, her breathing deep and heavy. "But, as I remember you saying, that is only a possibility if she were being punished, and from what I've just seen, she has performed flawlessly, wouldn't you say?" I took one of the ice cubes and carefully wiped it on Loren's forehead and down her cheeks, her neck and across her breasts until she woke with a start and a cry.

I put it back in my drink, leaning in to kiss her. "It's okay, love," I whispered. "You're okay."

"Basket," she said, whimpering. "Basket."

It was as if a spell had been broken. Moments later, Mamiko had her arm around Loren's shoulders, laying her down on the sofa Anna abandoned.

"Well," Anna said, a bit resigned. "I think you two are almost ready for graduation."

I didn't have the energy to duel with her, focusing my attention on Loren, stroking her face and looking at her piercings. The blood had crusted around her nipples and her lips, but it was still oozing from the needle. I looked at my watch – I had no idea how much time had passed – and saw it was only 8:30. 

"Oh, Rick. You aren't thinking of leaving. The night has only begun! I know how you feel – Loren is injured, she needs to go home. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have a wonderful meal planned, and I know in a few minutes she will want to eat. So please, come sit at the table and eat a little." She motioned to Mamiko who brought a small dish of pills and a glass of water. "Tylenol, Rick. I assume you take it, cunt?"

Loren lifted her head and took the two tablets, grateful at the prospect of dulling the pain.

It was time to declare our independence. I couldn't stand the sound of her voice anymore, the violence she dished out so easily. This wasn't us. This wasn't what Loren and I needed or wanted. We'd gained everything we could get from her, and lost quite a bit more. But I couldn't tip our hand and had to play it carefully.

"Mistress Anna," I began, smiling as best I could, my eyes flicking back to Loren's face. She was staring at me, pleading silently, but about what I couldn't be sure. "I think you overestimated our abilities, this evening. This has indeed surpassed anything I could have imagined, and I suspect Loren as well. But I don't think we have the energy to continue. Perhaps, if it isn't too much to impose, we could eat just a bite and then get Loren home. I think she may be in some distress."

Anna clucked a little coming over to see Loren's condition for herself. She knelt onto the floor, her fingers gentle on Loren's face and she softened. "You did wonderfully, little cunt. You have gotten what you desired tonight." She leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips and knelt back. 

"Give her a moment, Rick. Imagine how you would feel after such an intense orgasm. Believe me: when she wakes up tomorrow, she will be happier than you've ever seen her." 

I was skeptical, but Anna had been spot on so many times in the past month, maybe I was just being overly cautious. It had been the most intense situation I'd ever been in, seeing her scream and no sound coming out. I'd never seen anything like it.

Anna pushed herself up off the floor and took a seat. "I've put together some paperwork for you...Now don't look so alarmed," she laughed, "it's post-piercing care, and a small invoice for the materials and piercing. I hadn't expected all of these," she waved her hand, "so it won't be as much as it could have been. Mamiko will need a few minutes to get the rest of post-care papers together. Sit her up, and I'll get her a drink." At her suggestion, Mamiko exited the room. 

Loren was recovering, as I reviewed the various sheets. I quietly read them to her, even though I knew she would need to read them again later, to distract her. Mamiko had brought food out to the dining room and Anna suggested we retire there. 

"Can you walk?" I asked, helping her up.

She looked at me like I was an idiot, treating her so carefully, until she tried to actually stand up. Her legs, having been stretched for so long, cramped, and when she closed her thighs her skin touched the needle, sending shocks up her groin. She crumpled and spread her legs, moaning.

"Let's try it again, a little more slowly." I pulled her onto her feet, keeping her legs spread wider than usual. She moaned but was able to stand and move one foot forward without cramping. I could see the needle was still painful, but not so much she couldn't bear it.

"One of the creams you can buy," Anna said, "is both anti-bacterial and numbing." She paused. "Mamiko, you have some here, yes? Bring it."

Mamiko left and just as quickly came back, kneeling in front of Loren, a small tube in her fingers. Moments later she had slavered Loren's clit with the cream, sending shock waves up her spine to spill out in cries of pain. It took only a minute for some level of relief.

"Please, let's enjoy a little food – Cook has gone to great lengths to honor this event. I'd hate for you to not sample it."

We moved slowly to the table, Loren gingerly sitting, her legs spread wide, the rings heavy against the edge of the chair. My erection had flagged, not recovering even as I stared at Mamiko and the echoes of Loren's screams rattled in my memory. 

The food was delicious, and Loren's color improved a few minutes into the meal. She finished her plate and sipped the wine.

"You should be able to get home okay. But as you'll read, no clothing over the wounds for at least a day. Keep them properly clean and dressed – no alcohol, just anti-bacterial cleansers. It's all in there. You'll feel some tenderness, cunt, for at least a few days, perhaps a month. But you are in the health industry. You know what to look for if it begins to feel infected." Something had changed in Anna's voice. Perhaps she was worried she had pushed her too far, or that Loren was at risk.




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We sat a while longer, nurturing the wine and sampling dessert. Now I could honestly say I was exhausted – the alcohol had caught up with me – and Loren was clearly needing to go home.

"As usual, Mistress Anna," I said, pushing back from the table. "Your generosity is only outdone by your cunning." I was smiling, looking her straight in the eye. "But all good things must come to an end, and truly, we are exhausted. I would have loved to fuck your little cunt," nodding to Mamiko, "but alas, that punishment wasn't on the menu tonight. Perhaps next week?"

She smiled thinly and accompanied us back to the living room where I gathered Loren's clothes and slipped into my pants. It was late enough that the dusk had deepened, but it still wasn't night. Even though I was concerned about her, I had one more task Loren had to perform.

Out on Anna's porch, Loren begged me quietly to let her be dressed, looking wildly around in the twilight. "Please Master Rick. Please. Please. Please. I can't walk very fast and everyone will see me! You don't want the neighbors to see me stripped naked and pierced, do you?" Her voice got higher, like a little girl's and I began to see her need. The more she begged, the more I knew she wanted me to punish her. But for what? For the sake of arousal, the thought popped into my head and l looked at her again in a new light.

"Hands on your ass, cunt," I said amicably. "You have nothing to hide from the neighbors: your piercings are a sign of pride, right? In our relationship. Let's take a stroll in the warmth of the evening and enjoy the first night of our new relationship."



Rule of Thumb Ch. 19



Epilog

Shelly rocked back onto her heels, resting her butt cheeks on the floor, her legs bent. She yelped, almost in unison with Loren, when their nipple chains went taught, pulling their breasts away from their chests.

"Little cunteater!" Loren glared at her, unable to move. "Be more careful." But she was just as happy having the pain as having Shelly's face buried in her pussy. 

I sat watching the game, the two of them next to me, looking over at them once in a while. Jamison and Christine had just left, helping us better understand the power dynamic among the three of us. It was going to be confusing, that was certain, but Jamison assured me it was doable.

Shelly's piercings had been healing for a few weeks, but her nipples were still more tender now than Loren's had been by this time. We moved into the scene a little more slowly than we would in the future – no sense in injuring her and dragging it out longer.

Loren was the happiest I'd ever seen her, her arms restrained behind her, her legs held wide open. Shelly was free to move, wherever the leashes between their nipples would let her; which wasn't far. She had a dildo buried into her, but it would only rub her g-spot when she sat back on it, and the leashes were just a little short to let her do that. She was moaning and apologizing to Loren, but she still needed to find a way to cum. It was her assignment and she wouldn't be allowed to go home until she did. And she couldn't fake it. Not with us. We knew what it looked like when she had an orgasm. She'd only had them with us.

During a commercial I got up and stood between them, my cock pushing into Shelly's face, my ass facing Loren. Bending down, I backed my cheeks up to her face and invited Shelly to swallow me. It was something Loren had begged me not to do, so naturally that meant she needed to eat my ass. She had cleaned it earlier; it was part of her duties and let her know what was on the menu for the evening.

I particularly enjoyed the double discomfort this position afforded Loren: not only was she forced to ream me, her tongue pushing past my ring, but she could hear and feel Shelly working on my cock. It made her angry to share me with her, or maybe the other way around. I hadn't quite broken that code yet. All I know is she thanked me afterwards, every time. I rested my forearms on Shelly's shoulders for support and pushed back against Loren's face, forcing Shelly to lean in further.

Looking back on it, Gordy was right: we were very lucky to get out of there as uninjured as we did. All did not turn out as we had hoped – Anna was indeed brought up on charges, and the bright young D.A. did make her life miserable for several months – but she couldn't make the most egregious charges stick. Eventually Anna paid some restitution, but sadly no jail time. Gordy had done an excellent job of keeping us both (him and me) out of it. As far as I know, Anna didn't suspect I had anything to do with it, although, in retrospect, putting the parasite on her system was probably a boneheaded thing to do. He did suggest at one point though that the steady stream of data going to Jamison's drop was useful.

I wasn't ready to cum yet and disengaged, leaving the two of them breathing heavy. "Clean her off," I said to Shelly and watched as she leaned in to lick whatever residue from my ass was on Loren's face, lips and tongue. They loved each other; that was obvious. As much as Loren and I loved each other. As much as I enjoyed Shelly, and I truly did, my feelings for here weren't nearly as strong as for Loren.

Jamison and Christine were guiding us through some of the more tricky parts of our relationship – every Thursday. It was like a college course, only not like any class I'd ever taken. They were good. They understood exactly what we needed – all three of us – and were able to demonstrate it, not just tell it.

In the dead of winter, months after we found each other, I stop and wonder how it actually happened. How, in the span of six weeks, I had gone from a widower to a dom. How my next door neighbor had become the person she needed to be after so many years of misery. The images and memories of that July come up less frequently now, maybe only three times a day instead of every hour, but then I remember it wasn't in the past. It's happening now.

"Cunt!" I look at Loren sternly, seeing her face melt into panic and desire. "What have you done now?"



Rule of Thumb



"Not at all!" he laughed, "I wouldn't have missed that for any price! Anyway... if I hadn't helped myself to so much of that wine, I'd probably be able to drive home, so I've only got myself to blame for that, haven't I? The only thing I'm not looking forward to is trying to get a taxi dressed like this!"

So many things in life can be traced to a single moment, can't they? I mean, if I'd just laughed at what he said; then that, probably, would have been the end of it. Instead of which, without even thinking about what I was saying, I told him:

"Well... if it bothers you... my place is just around the corner," and then, realising how that sounded, hurriedly added, "I mean... if you just want somewhere to get changed... I wasn't meaning...." And then I stopped, because I realised I was in a hole and further digging wasn't going to help.

"It's okay, Patsy," he smiled, "message received... loud and clear. I can come to your place in order to get changed as long as I promise to behave myself. You have my promise... and I really appreciate it."

When he'd partly stood up to greet my arrival at the table, I hadn't realised how tall he actually was but, now that he stood up properly, I guessed him to be about six-foot or so -- quite impressive when you're only five-three yourself -- but no one seemed to take any notice of us as we made our way to the exit.

Orazio was there, of course, to bid us goodnight and it surprised me that he remembered my name as he said; "Goodnight, Miss Patsy;" and surprised me even more when he smiled and said; "Goodnight, Mr Alexander." I gave my companion a questioning look and, once we'd stepped outside, he said;

"Yes... Orazio knows all about it. One of the other blokes had to do this one a couple of months ago and it nearly turned nasty. It was Kevin... I don't know if you noticed him... he was the small, dark-haired bloke?" I shook my head and he went on; "Anyway... he made a much better job of looking like a female than I did. It certainly fooled Orazio because he seated him next to four lads who were a bit the worse for wear and they started trying to hit on him. We had to explain it and we also had to clear it with Orazio before we booked our meal tonight. That's why he put our gang next to our table. Oh, and by the way, Alexander is my name... I normally answer to Alec... Sandy is...."

"For when you go out dressed as a woman?" I asked with a smile and he rolled his eyes.

We went to his car (a Jaguar S-type saloon that seemed in very good condition) where he grabbed a small bag from the boot and we began the short walk to my flat. The only thing in my head was the worry about whether or not I'd left it tidy, but that thought was interrupted by the honking of a car that drove past, followed by some wolf-whistles and a couple of bawdy shouts. We nearly doubled up with laughing -- and it didn't help when I told him that the whistles probably weren't aimed at me.

We were still giggling when we reached the front door of the block of flats and had to unclasp arms so I could retrieve my keys -- which came as something of a surprise because I couldn't even recall linking up.

"Don't mind the state of the place," I declared as we stepped inside and switched the lights on. Yes, yes I know, every woman says that to visitors -- even if she's just spent hours trying to make it all perfect - but it was justified in this case. The living room was an absolute tip; about a third of a pizza that I'd had the night before was still lying in its carton on the arm of the couch, the scatter cushions were -- well -- scattered! The armchair was covered with a pile of DVDs (mainly old Westerns) and there was a load of student essays cluttering up the coffee table while they waited to be marked.

I quickly turned around, hoping he hadn't seen the mess and, not for the first time that night, he made me gasp. Now that he'd removed the wig to reveal a thatch of dark brown hair and I could see him properly, I suddenly became aware that I was alone, in my flat, with an extremely good-looking and well-built man that I'd only met a few hours earlier. I also realised that my first impression of him being young hadn't been entirely accurate -- it seemed likely that he was close to my own age.

And he really was handsome. Even the remains of the make-up couldn't hide the fact that he was a male, and I think I was probably just gazing at him because he smiled and said; "It's probably best if I get changed in the bathroom?"

"What? Oh... yes... yes, of course," I replied trying to snap out of my daze, "It's through here..." and, without thinking about it, led him into the bedroom. Not just alone in the flat, I thought, but alone in my bloody bedroom! What the hell was I doing? "It's that door over there," I added a bit lamely, as I remembered throwing my discarded underwear at the laundry basket earlier, but not being certain that my aim had been true.

"Okay... no problem," he said brightly, and then, "Errm... could you possibly just give me a hand with this zip on the back of the dress? It doesn't belong to me and I don't want to damage it."

With a hand that was trembling, I reached up to the fastener and managed to begin drawing it down -- but only for a moment or two before it suddenly jammed. I think I managed to say 'Damn!' rather than anything worse and, when he asked, I explained what had happened.

"Wonderful!" he laughed, "I'm stuck inside a dress for the rest of my life! And women complain that men are clumsy when it comes to undressing them!"

"Listen, pal," I retorted, trying to suppress a giggle, "unfastening someone else's dress is not exactly something I do every day, y'know!" As I spoke, the zip suddenly came free and I pulled it all the way down to his hips. I couldn't help noticing that his back, as well as being quite hairy, was firmly muscled. He wasn't very broad, but it seemed obvious that he exercised and kept in good shape. Feeling wicked; I took hold of a single hair and tugged it.

"Ow! That hurt!" he said as he spun around to face me, just as the unfastened dress fell off his shoulders and dropped to the floor. He was smiling, though, so I said:

"I bet you're going to need with help with the bra as well, aren't you?" I saw the smile disappear from his face as he realised I was telling the truth. Most men struggle to undo bras when their partner's wearing one -- the idea of trying to reach behind and unhook their own would definitely be a step too far!

He nodded his agreement and went to turn away again but, before he could, I stepped in close and put my arms around him saying; "No... stand still... I'll do it this way."

When I said he wasn't very broad, I certainly didn't mean to imply that he was skinny, because he definitely wasn't. Therefore, I had to get very close for my arms to reach around to the bra fastening (not a bad excuse, that, is it?), and when I did he gave a deep sigh and said;

"I promised I'd behave myself."

"I know," I breathed, "but I didn't... did I?" Then I tilted my head up and he took the hint. 

His lips met mine -- the first real kiss I'd had for so many months -- and I felt my head spin. It was delicate; it was gentle, and it completely took my breath away. I felt the bra come loose and I slid it down his arms (it was one of those inflatable ones that costume shops hire out) and, as we broke from that first kiss, I said; "I've never undressed someone in female clothing before."

"Can I show you how I do it?" he whispered, putting his arms gently around me and meeting no resistance as he began to slide the zip down on my dress. Surprising me somewhat, he didn't have any trouble undoing my bra either, but I wasn't concentrating on that too much because, by that time the gentle, exploratory kisses had been replaced by far more eager and enthusiastic ones. In fact, I can hardly remember the rest of our clothing being removed; only that we were still standing beside my bed and we were both naked just a few minutes later. 

The warmth of his body pressed to mine, the gentle strength of his arms and the sweetness of his kiss made me forget almost everything. My own flesh was responding to each kiss and each touch of his hands so unreservedly that I honestly think I would have been prepared to do anything he asked of me at that moment. I'd started off so completely in control, but that had disappeared as Alec took over with subtle persuasiveness and guided everything that we were doing.

"Can you wait just a moment?" he asked, "there's something I need to do."

I could only nod, not having the slightest idea what he meant, as he drew away from me. He knelt down and opened the bag of his clothes, delved inside it and pulled out his wallet. Then, opening it, he withdrew a slim packet. "I'm sorry... I didn't know if...."

"You're right... thank you," I said as I recognised the condom pack. It was something that hadn't even occurred to me. I hadn't used them for many years -- I'd been on the pill throughout my marriage but I'd been taking a rest from it for some time and apart from that, of course, as we were strangers, it was definitely the right thing to do. I was grateful, I appreciated his thoughtfulness, and I reached down to run my fingers through his hair waiting for him to stand up again.

Instead, though, he remained kneeling. His hands reached around to give a gentle massage to the calves of my legs and he began to kiss my knees. That was something that no one had ever done before and, even though it felt a little strange at first, it was strange in a nice way. It became even nicer when his hands gradually moved higher and his fingertips were teasing the backs of my thighs -- in fact it was wonderful. And as his hands moved, so did his lips, gently brushing against the inside of my thighs and making my legs shake with excitement until, very carefully, he eased me back and gently let me down to sit on the edge of the bed.

I went to move further onto it, but his hands held me where I was and slowly eased my legs further apart. His tongue started to lick softly higher on my thighs and I suddenly realised that I'd been holding my breath, not daring to move as his intention became clear. I wasn't sure about it -- it just seemed so incredibly intimate when we hardly knew one another, and yet there was nothing I could do to resist.

The teasing was almost painful as his lips and tongue explored, slowly and carefully, around the flesh between my thighs until, when I was nearly ready to scream, his tongue finally lapped softly across my labia and made my whole body vibrate helplessly. Seconds later he was pressing his lips to me and I sobbed out loud with the thrill of it and began to buck wildly and helplessly in response. And it was only a few more seconds before the sudden, wonderful explosion of senses made me yell out loud as a glorious, mind-numbing climax wracked my body. I lost all sense of time and space -- all awareness of where or who I was, or what I was doing. If the world had ended at that moment, I would have known nothing about it.

I opened my eyes wide, not even aware that I'd closed them, and Alec was poised above me. His face had a sweet smile on it as he looked down at me and I smiled in return. I could feel his hand between my legs, guiding his stiffness toward me, and I tried to relax -- but my treacherous body shuddered helplessly at the first contact and made him miss his mark. But his second attempt was perfect. I felt the soft, firm glans push its way carefully inside me -- felt it stretch my eagerly waiting entrance -- and then the corona spread me even wider. Gradually, and very slowly, he pressed himself further inside me, all the time watching my face for my reaction, until I couldn't stand it any longer. I tightened my arms around him, raised my legs to hook my heels behind his knees and lifted my head to kiss him fiercely. It was all that was needed for him to finally push all the way inside me and, even though I was enjoying the kiss, even mixed with the taste of my juices, I had to break it off to gasp out loud as he seemed to completely fill me.

It had been the best part of a year; that was the thought that raced through my mind as some kind of explanation for the way it felt, for the way my insides seemed to be so wonderfully stretched and expanded by him. And then the gentle thrusting began and I almost wept from the sheer happiness that the feeling of it gave to me. I hugged him; I virtually crushed him! I kissed any part of his face and neck that my desperate lips could reach and then, despite being so thoroughly filled, I began to match his thrusts with my own. It wasn't a conscious decision -- it was one that my body made for me without even bothering to let my mind know what it was doing and then, just a few moments after that, I was being thrown into the storm-tossed sea of another incredible orgasm. I could feel my juices flowing from me, knew that my back was arched to an almost painful degree and heard my desperate wails of glorious release -- but I was helpless to do anything about it.

Somewhere, deep inside my body, I realised that his pounding had stopped, and been replaced by an amazing twitching -- a swelling and subsidence -- as his own climax powered millions of seeds to their latex-enclosed finale. 

Even when his spasms had long subsided, when my own gasping and groaning had ceased and my body returned to its supine position, I held onto him. We kissed -- and then we kissed again -- and then again, many times before, at long last, he carefully eased away and we lay quietly, side by side.

After a moment or two, he raised himself up on one elbow, looked into my eyes and said:

"That was the most intense feeling I can ever remember having. It almost scared me, Patsy."

I smiled, and watched his hand reach out to enclose one of my fairly small breasts in what seemed a tender and loving gesture.

"There isn't a great deal there," I smiled, "maybe I should get one of those blow-up bras like you were wearing?"

"Please don't say things like that, Patsy," he frowned, "You're beautiful as you are... no, don't argue! You are... and you don't need anything to enhance that beauty, believe me."

"Ah... but you haven't seen me without make-up!" I teased.

"Actually... you haven't seen me without it, either!" he said and it set us both off laughing until he recovered enough to become serious again. "I don't want to push too hard... please tell me if you're not happy with the idea... but I think I'd really like to see you like that... first thing tomorrow morning?"

"That sounds like a very good idea to me," I whispered, almost choking up at the realisation that he didn't want to just hurry away.

"Won't your neighbours be scandalised, though?" he smiled.

"Well," I said thoughtfully, "If they saw me arrive home with a 'woman' ...and they've heard the noise we've just been making... I'd say it was a bit late to be worrying about that, wouldn't you?"

"I need to get rid of something," he said, directing his eyes down to where the condom was now clinging on for dear life to his slackening form, "But I've still got one left in my wallet."

"Save it for the morning, Romeo!" I told him, grinning. "It's been a long time since I did anything of this kind and I'm feeling exhausted."

"Okay... so we'll sleep. But I have to warn you... you're going to need your rest! As soon as you're awake...."

"I'll probably be diving into the bathroom...."

"And as soon as you come out... I'll be ready and waiting."

"And then?" I asked.

"Oh... well... if you've got nothing planned... I thought we might get something to eat. Then we could take a drive over to my place and we can really get to know one another."

"Mmm... sounds good," I said, then, "don't be too long... I haven't been cuddled to sleep for a very long time."

So, you may well ask, what about the 'rule of thumb?' Well, the truth is that I came to have plenty of opportunities to test it, but Alec never did (at least in my hearing) boast about the dimensions of his 'equipment.' 

Besides which, of course, the real question has to be -- how can you possibly gauge such wonderful delights in linear measurements? However many inches there were, there were certainly enough of them for me!



Ruler Keznuroch



Talia was an independent young woman who enjoyed traveling. At the age of 25 she had already done two tours with Green Peace helping people of 3rd world countries. She had also spent time in the Jungles of South America and the wilds of Africa. Now she was on an archaeological trip to a remote island somewhere in the South pacific. There were ancient ruins there that had been recently discovered. 

Once the small water plane landed everyone stepped onto the sandy shore and looked up at all the tall and beautiful trees. This was jungle seemingly full of like and pristine. They hiked to the camp site near the ruins. The next morning after everyone had slept through the night in tents and ate a quick breakfast consisting of pop tarts and bottled water, they headed out.

They gingerly began exploring the ruins and imagining what it must have looked like before it became ruins. Digging soon began and odd artifacts were discovered. There were tablets with strange writing on it. None of the experts had ever seen it before. Then one of them joked, "Maybe it is from aliens."

Talia wandered off by herself out if sight from the others. Then, the ground gave way and she fell and hit the ground below hard with a thud. She called for the others but no one heard her. There was no way to climb back out so she decided to find another way out. She turned on her flash light and began adventuring. Along the way she saw more unusual artifacts and things with the odd writing on them. She finally came to a heavy wooden door. She slowly pulled it open.

She gasped at what she saw. She seemed to have found an underground meeting hall of some sort. The floor was polished stone and there were tall stone pillars. At the other end there seemed to be a throne atop a raised floor with steps leading to it. And along the sides of the room were statues. Upon inspection these statues looked like nothing in the history books. They looked like large obscene creatures with tentacles and tails. Their faces resembled humans, however, just larger with evil facial expressions. Talia suddenly felt afraid that perhaps this was indeed alien ruins.

She walked to the throne and up the steps. She felt tired and sat in the chair. When she did, the chair snapped a metal band around her waist tightly to hold her in place. She screamed and struggled to free herself. Then, odd twisted lights began to light on their own along the walls. 

An alien that looked like the statues beamed in front of her. The tall dark green creature eyed her a few moments. His glowing red eyes squinted slightly. His leathery body seemed nude and he tensed as he walked to her. She screamed and he smiled wickedly showing very pointy teeth. 

He had a thick monster cock that was bout 13 inches long and 4 inches around. And then there were the tentacles.... There was one from the tip of each shoulder blade and one from each hip. The tentacles were long, rounded at the ends and about 2 inches thick. And who could forget his long tail...

He stepped forward and said, "I am Ruler Keznuroch. This place belongs to me. Why are you here, Human?!" She stammered, "I-I f-fell. Fell from above and wandered in here. I-I am sorry. I'll l-leave." He chuckled, "Well, I think I will enjoy you for awhile before you leave. Humans are so much fun to play with." 

He leaned in close to her as she tried to move her face away as much as possible. He smiled to her with pointed fangs and exhaled hard on her. When he did, a mist came from his mouth. It covered her face and she gently drifted to unconsciousness. He released her from the seat and quickly got to work.

When Talia awoke, she was in what appeared to be a dungeon. It had stone walls, stone flooring and a stone ceiling. There were more of the strange lights from above lining these walls too. She slowly opened her now heavy eye lids. Her sight was blurry but slowly clearing. She looked around and saw all sort of odd yet obviously alien equipment. Most of it looked very menacing and frankly, scary.

Talia felt a tingling in her wrists and ankles. She looked to them and realized that there was some sort of glowing green energy around her wrists and ankles. She tried to move but the odd energy held her firmly as if she was set in stone. These strips of energy seemed to reach out from the circular metal frame that was a few feet above her and circled down a few feet below her.

She began to cry and struggle in vain. And then she heard his voice behind her, "Yes, my Human toy. Struggle if you must. It excites me tremendously." She froze in terror.

Talia then cried out, "Please, please! Free me! Please don't hurt me!" Her body trembled as the tears flowed from her eyes.

He walked around in front of her and stuck his long green tongue out. His tongue licked her tears away and he exhaled. He brought his tongue back into his mouth and smiled evily to her, "My people do not shed tears. I love the taste of the tears you Humans leak. I hope to taste much more of your tears before I am finished satisfying myself with you." She just continued to sob.

The alien walked over to a cart and lifted a metal piece from it. It looked much like what Dentists use to keep a mouth open during surgery. He held it up in front of her face, "This will keep your mouth open. Bite down too hard and you may chip your teeth. Now open your mouth so I may place this in your mouth."

Talia turned her head to the side and shut her mouth tightly. She was obviously refusing to oblige his request.

He simply laughed finding her amusing. He brought a hand up to pinch her nose tightly. She soon had to open her mouth to breathe. When she did he shoved it into her mouth. She screamed out in fear and hopelessness. 

The Alien sighed, "Much better." The tentacles from his shoulders came forth and squeezed her large breasts. The tips were wet and seemed to lick at her nipples. A tentacle from a hip slid up her thigh and poked at her pussy. The tip was wet like the other two tentacles and slowly slid into her. As she screamed out from the shock of it all, the tentacle kept pushing. It found her cervix and pushed through it. The tentacle went all the way into her womb and only stopped when it reached the top of her womb.

The Alien seemed to be enjoying himself, obviously feeling everything his tentacles touched. His fourth tentacle came up and rubbed her clit. He looked down into her shocked and terrified eyes, "You will cum soon. I know human females like this thing called a clitoris stroked."

She screamed out, "Never!". She then began to thrash and tried to pull away from the tentacles. 

He chuckled, "Yes, keep struggling." The tentacle inside of her began to slowly move in and out leaving only the tip inside when it pulled out. The end of the tentacles squeezing her breasts opened up. They had small mouths that we like suction cups. The suction cups opened up over her nipples and began to suck hard. They were pulling on her nipples while they sucked as if trying to stretch her nipples out.

As much as Talia didn't want to admit it, she was becoming sexually aroused. Her now soaking and dripping wet pussy told on her. The alien moaned and the tentacle rubbing her clit opened up like the ones on her nipples. It began to suck and pull like the tentacles on her nipples as well. She closed her eyes as her body tightened. Tears fell from her eyes as she came hard. 

The alien chuckled and pulled completely away from her. She was left hanging there with her own cum dripping to the floor below. He stepped close again pulled her head up by her hair. He licked her tears away, "A mere Human can not resist me or my race. On my planet I have Human slaves that beg for me to make them cum. You will be no different." She just hung her head when he let go of her and remained silent. 

He then walked to a panel attached to the frame. It was just a plain looking square. But, Talia watched from the corner of her eye. He put a long taloned finger to the panel and his finger seemed to slip into some silvery liquid. He slowly twirled his finger in it. As he did, the frame slowly turned her upside down. The alien then lifted his finger upward slowly. She was raised upside down until her feet almost touched the frame.

The alien walked over to her and aligned his cock with her still forced open mouth. A tentacle from his hip wrapped firmly around her neck to prevent her from moving her head. He pushed his monster sized cock into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk and she gagged when he reached the back of her throat. He began to slowly push his cock in and out.

He then brought his tongue to her wet pussy and began to lap up her juices. He moaned into her pussy and then slipped his thick leathery tongue inside. She moaned from the pleasure of it.

A tentacle was then brought up to her asshole from his shoulder. The end opened up and sucked on her perfect rosebud. At this point she was filled with fear again. She was terrified he would enter her ass in some way.

The alien pulled his tongue from her wet pussy and said, "Relax. It is going to happen. Be a good girl and it won't hurt too badly." He slipped his tongue back into her. He began to furiously lick her slick walls and the tentacle began to slip into her ass. She tensed and her eyes rolled back into her head.

He began to furiously face fuck her and hungrily ate her out. The tentacle pushed into her ass burying its' head in her hot dark canal. The moisture the tentacles made helped to lubricate its' way in. But, it still hurt. She released muffled cries from the pain. He seemed unaffected by her cries of pain as he continued. 

She continued to scream and cry as the tentacle pushed deep into her bowels. Once it reached a safe depth it began to wiggle around inside of her like a worm. The tentacle was trying to loosen her up. All of this continued until her screams subsided. 

The alien then pulled his throbbing cock from her mouth. He continued to eat her out though. And now the tentacle in her ass began to move in and out. She moaned out in pleasure and her body tensed. She had her second orgasm. The alien pulled the tentacle out and greedily drank up her juices. He licked her pussy until it was almost dry again.

She was now in a daze. Her body was weak and her mind felt fatigued.

The Alien walked over to the panel and made it twirl her right side up. He then pushed the two bottom corners of the panel and her ankles were released. He walked in front of her and tweaked her nipples with his fingers. He then lifted her hips up with his hands and wrapped them around his waist. He aligned his monster cock up to her pussy and slowly slid into her.

Talia cried out from the pain of his thickness and he licked her tears. A tentacle from his hip came up to her anus and shoved its' self roughly inside of her. The second tentacle from his hip came up and wormed its' way into her ass too. The pain was too immense and she screamed out from the pain. Then, she was unconscious.

When Talia awoke, she was strapped to a device hanging from the ceiling and there was what looked like a bed below her. Her legs were spread wide like she was doing a split. Her arms were restrained by a leather strap above her head. She tried to move her legs but leather straps kept her legs fasted tightly to some sort of metal frame.

She began to thrash about and scream out. The Alien came up behind her. He said to her in a mocking tone, "I have been waiting for you to awake my precious slave. Have you dreamed of your Master?" 

She hissed at him, "Fuck you!"

The Alien laughed, "Oh, I can oblige. You will fuck me." He then scooted onto the bed below her. He held some sort of device in his hand. He slid a slider up with one finger and she was raised into the air a bit. He pushed the tip of his cock in and then used the slider to bring her down slowly. Slowly, her push was stretched and forced to accommodate him.

Talia of course screamed out from the pain, "No! Oh God it hurts! Please stop! Please!"

The Alien chuckled, "Such a troublesome Human." The device continued to lower her until she took all 13 inches deep within her. He moaned well pleased with the sensations.

Talia continued to sob as her pussy felt on fire and torn. She looked down to him with pleading eyes, "Please, take it out. You are too big."

The Alien exhaled and smiled, "If it was, it would not have fit. The Human pussy is very flexible. It was made for sex. I love Human pussy." He then began to make the device slide her slowly up and down his long shaft. She continued to cry from the pain. He said, "Call me Lord. I want your answers to be Yes My Lord and No My Lord from now on. Let me her you. Say Yes My Lord." 

Talia shook her head no refusing to say it. He sighed and brought the tentacles up from his shoulders. The leathery tentacles began to slap her breasts hard. She screamed out and instantly knew this was to make her say what he wanted to hear. To make the pain stop she shouted, "YES, MY LORD!" The tentacles moved away.

The Alien said, "Very good, slave. Very good. You will learn it is best to just say and do as I wish you to. Anything else results in punishment. Do you understand?"

Through her sobbing she answered, "Yes, My Lord."

Just when her pussy was finally stretched and accepting him, he decided to make things a bit more challenging for her. He made her lift almost completely off of his cock. The two tentacles from his hips pushed quickly into the opening of her ass together simultaneously. She looked down to him, "No, Oh. God. No!"

He smiled wickedly, "Oh yes. Yes!" Within an instant she was lowered and both holes were filled to the max. He kept her like that for a few moments as she screamed from the pain wishing she could pass out again. Both holes were filled with 13 inches long (the tentacles were much longer but the whole length would kill her) and 4 inches thick of dark green flesh.

He made the machine go up and down slowly yet in a steady rhythm. Even though she screamed, cried and pleaded he continued his assault. When he felt himself near his point of cumming, he made the machine lift her up. He slid the tentacles out of her ass and pushed the tip of his cock into it. The machine was then made to go up and down faster. 

Her body was forced into another orgasm. As her body flinched and she came, leaking down onto him, he groaned and grunted loudly. His cock throbbed and expanded another half an inch. His now 4 ½ inch thick cock exploded deep into her bowls. As she panted and her body continued to convulse he looked up to her with a satisfied grin, "Do not worry. The more we do this, the more your body will get used to it. Now, as much as you fought what your body really wanted, did you cum?"

She exhaled, "Y-yes, My Lord."

He slid his slowly deflating cock out of her and asked, "Did you cum multiple times?" 

She exhaled again, "Yes, My Lord."

He chuckled and slapped her bottom, "Have you ever been so well fucked in all your life?"

She looked to him with fatigue, "No, My Lord."

He grinned to her, "Do you want me to fuck you again some time?"

She exhaled and thought for a moment. She was tempted to say no. But her body told her the truth. So her response came out as, "N-n... Yes, My Lord."

The Alien laughed at her, "You Humans are so fuckable. Yet, you try to deny what your body was really made for. Rest for now. Soon you will be taken to my planet to live out your life as my slave."

Talia sighed but knew there was no fighting him. Though it hurt like hell, she did cum multiple times. She could not deny the fact that her body now needed what he had to offer. 



Rulers



Swiftly, she ran through the forest, the underbrush scraping at her bare legs and sending jolts of pain through her exposed feet. She could still hear the screams of the sorority sisters who had been initially attacked, and she feared for them. 

She feared for herself. 

Let's go skinny dipping in the river! Connie had suggested. Since they had not seen another person for three days during their backpacking adventure, it had seemed okay, that nothing bad could possibly happen in these mountains. Especially under the cover of night, so long as they stayed near their campsite and did not venture too far up or down the river, they should just fine: just five sorority sisters enjoying an adventure hiking through the mountains. 

Winded, she finally stopped, leaning against a tree, her legs aching from so much running. She had definitely lost her athletic edge since the boating accident in her junior year of high school, for only adrenaline and fear had propelled her this far. 

Yet she could still hear the screams of Samantha and Kristen. 

She could still "see" the purplish tentacles suddenly sprout up from the water – two of them wrapping around Samantha's waist, and one entrapping Kristen's left arm – and those were just the tentacles which she could see above the water. She had been fortunate to have just stepped out of the river, wanting to get a quick drink from a canteen, or else she may also have been initially attacked. 

Connie had been standing still in a natural pool of the river, her astronomer's eyes studying the full moon, while Becky held her from behind. The lovers had both been instantly frozen by the screams of Samantha and Kristen, and something had dragged them underwater before they could react. 

She had seen Connie surface, but not Becky. 

Kristen had somehow made it safely out of the river, but Samantha tried to run for the riverbank and fell as other purplish tentacles rushed to her, entrapping her arms and legs. 

And, from her vantage point, she watched in horror as a thick tentacle slowly rose from the water, aimed at Samantha's sex, and drove into her with reckless abandon. 

It was her friend's shrill scream of fear and pain which had propelled her to run. She had no idea where she was running to, knowing only that she was trying to get as far away from the river as possible. 

And suddenly, she realized that she could no longer hear any screams. 

A new fear seized her heart and cut short her breath. One or more of her sorority sisters could be missing. 

...or worse. 

Cautiously, she willed herself to return to the river, moving slowly, hoping she was actually headed in the right direction. After a few minutes, she could faintly hear the river ahead of her. In time, she could see the faint glow of the campfire upon the trees. Above the thundering of her heart, she could hear no voices. 

She was soon close enough to hear the crackling of the campfire, and then she was within the small clearing they had selected for their campsite for the night. 

She spotted Samantha laying face-down upon the grassy riverbank, her lower legs still in the water. The brunette's body and the immediate surroundings were coated with a thin slime of an original she could not identify, and the slime seemed to be most copious between Samantha's parted legs. 

"Semen," she whispered to herself in horror. One of her sorority sisters had just been raped by something which was not even human. 

Kristen, Connie, and Becky were not in sight. She heard only the flowing of the river, the crackling of the campfire, the rustling of the leaves in the cool breeze, and the crickets which filled the forest. 

Kneeling beside her friend, she rolled Samantha onto her back, saddened and nearly sickened by the sight of the blue-tinted inhuman semen upon Samantha's tanned face. At least Samantha's breathing, she thought, trying to find a ray of hope in this most bizarre situation. 

After dragging her friend back to the campfire, she used whatever she could find in the tents to try to clean the inhuman semen from Samantha's face and hair and body. Several times, she thought she would retch, but somehow she was able to fight off that unpleasant feeling and focus instead upon the task at hand. 

Five naked women alone in a strange forest, she thought. What the hell were we thinking!?! 

Only then did she realize that, even though she had cleaned between Samantha's legs, the inhuman semen had "reappeared." She cleaned again, only to find that copious amount of the blue-tinted semen kept trickling from the brunette's precious womanhood.  

"She's the chosen one." 

She froze, shocked to see a tall figure cloaked in black standing at the edge of the campfire's light. His voice was not menacing, yet it was definitely not calming. If anything, he sounded as if he was simply stating a well-known fact. 

"She will give rise to the new rulers of this planet." 

"What!?!" She was clearly in disbelief, but her unconscious friend and her three missing sorority sisters were proof that whatever this strange man was saying could very well be true. 

"Her body is compatible," he continued, slowly approaching the campfire at an angle, the hood of his black cloak positioned to obscure his face. 

"Where are the others?" she asked, nervousness and fear evident in her voice. 

"Two of them were taken underwater to be consumed by our rulers," he stated flatly. "One of them escaped, but she will be captured. As will you." 

Feeling a hand upon her shoulder, she screamed. 

A hard slap across her face caused her eyes to snap open to bright sunlight. "What's the matter with you!?!" Samantha hissed. "You'll be late for the Spanish exam if you don't get up right now!" 

It took a moment to comprehend what had just happened, but when she did, she pulled her roommate into a fierce hug and began to cry tears of joy.  



Rules



"You don't think it's a big deal that you fucked your own brother?" was all Sarah's mother could say. The moment the sentence left her mouth, she realized how absurd it was. 

Sarah rolled her eyes, "It wasn't like that! They were just hookups. We followed the rules. It is NOT a big deal!"

With their parents panic stricken at finding out about their hookup arrangement, Sarah and her brother sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the lecture to stop. Sarah even had the audacity to check her text messages on her phone at one point, which caused her mother to scream even louder.

It had all started just before the end of high school. They went to an upscale, elite private school just down the road from the family's 5,000 square foot mansion. Sarah had been sexually active for so long that she was totally bored with the same old drink-and-fuck routine that came every Saturday. She never had a need for a boyfriend, so she bounced from hook-up to hook-up, trying different races, different sized cocks, whatever she wanted.

It was easy: she and her older brother were considered the sexiest two people in school. Sarah stood at 5"8, blonde hair with piercing green eyes, and a healthy chest. She tanned regularly and made sure to show her tanlines through her preppy school uniform any chance she could. Her brother was 6"4, muscular, and had the highest cheekbones she'd seen. Yet, they had never been "attracted" to each other in the traditional sense.

Just before graduation, one of Sarah's hookups posted pics of her on Facebook in the midst of a threesome with two football players from the public school across the city: one black, one hispanic. In a white-bred, white-run neighborhood, this was a massive scandal. For the last few weeks of school she was shunned by her parents, called a slut by anyone with an open mouth, and had to drag her feet through graduation. When it was finally summer, she found herself unable to venture outside her circle of friends, and without the two things she craved: booze and orgasms.

At some point, her brother mentioned that his "girlfriend" (which, in their sleepy rich neighborhood was a cover for their morally ambiguous hookups) wanted to sleep with Sarah's "boyfriend" in a threesome. The girl had only seen a facebook picture of him, but that was considered enough reason for someone to ask for a hookup. Sarah was never one for lesbian antics, so she suggested they get shared hotel rooms with a third couple and swap around partners for a night, obviously avoiding sleeping with each other.

A long story short: Sarah saw her brother nude and in a lot of sexual situations. Once the night was over, her seclusion grew, and she wanted sex. She found several internet forums with other siblings who slowly but surely had casual sex...and they all seemed so normal, like ordinary people. Incest started to not sound like a dirty word.

Finally, she talked to her brother, and laid out the ground rules for their sexual trysts. She knew he was too horny and too stupid to insist otherwise, and the gross factor wasn't a concern after she'd been without a man for a full month. To her shock, her brother readily admitted that he was attracted to her. When she pressed, he said it wasn't really a choice.

"Every man who sees you wants you," he had said, "You're one of those women. Like...beyond sexy. It's kinda sucked that you're my sister."

Off and on, sometimes twice a month, sometimes once every few months, sometimes twice a week, they fucked. It was discreet, over fast, and she never thought of it as anything more than a hookup. It felt good, and he was reliable.

Two years later, while they were both away attending the same college, her brother had secretly recorded one of their sessions for masturbation material. After they came home for the year, a mixup with cloud drives and leaving a phone unlocked had allowed his mother to find the video. And so, she found herself getting reamed by both her parents, just as the summer was getting started.

"How on earth is it not a big deal? What the fuck do you mean 'rules?' What RULES are there to this nightmare?"

Once again she rolled her eyes at her mother. "We made sure to do certain stuff so there wasn't any feelings. I didn't want to have feelings for him, that would be gross. And we did it with other people and stuff, we weren't 'together' or anything."

Her mother's face was a ghastly shade of white. "Please, do tell me the rules."

Her brother chimed in, "You really want to know?"

Their mother just placed her hands on their waste.

Sarah felt the need to list the rules. Every kid at school knew the rules, in order to avoid feelings. Otherwise, it was hard for girls to hookup without getting attached.

"We never kissed, he never looked me in the eye, he never came in me, we always used a condom, and when it was over he got up and left." 

Her mother's mouth was wide open. Her dad seemed strangely quiet.

"All so you can just have sex and not feel anything for the person? Why would you do that? That is apalling! Young lady, how can you even...I can't even look at you."

Sarah continued, "Mom, what's the difference? If we don't have kids and nobody has feelings then it's just a good time. We just took care of that stuff when we couldn't find anyone else, ok? It's NOT a big deal. You're being intolerant."

Her dad finally started talking, "It is a big deal, and it's disgusting. Families are around for the rest of your life, and you crossed a line with this. Your relationship will never be the same. You must have some kind of sex addiction problem, and it's just destroyed our family. First the pictures, and now this..."

"Fuck you, dad!" her brother yelled. Her parents just sat in silence. Sarah thought they were both so pathetic.

"Alright, well, you're going with your mother to the lake house for the rest of the summer. Sarah, you're staying here with me. I don't know how else to put an end to this...thing...you're both doing to each other. And we're going to make sure you're living with roommates next semester, and ONE of you is transferring to a different school. This is so far beyond horrifying to me and your mother...if anyone found out about this we'd be ruined. NO ONE is to tell ANYONE about this! Your brother leaves tomorrow, NO ARGUMENT!"

"THAT ISN'T FAIR!" Sarah squealed, " We didn't do anything wrong!"

The back and forth continued until both kids stormed off to their rooms. The next day, kicking and screaming, Sarah's brother left with her mother to the lakehouse. Sarah truly, in the ultimate fog of teenage delusion, did not understand what the problem was with having casual sex with her own brother.

The next night, she went downstairs to find her father very drunk and surrounded by empty beer cans, watching television. She sat on the living room couch, hoping to cool off any tension they shared. After a half hour of silence, she broke the ice.

"Are you still mad at me dad?" she asked. He stayed silent, which upset her.

"Are you not going to talk to me?"

He sighed.

"I worked for twenty five years to build this family, this house. I did everything for you two and your mother, thinking it'd make me so happy....to have a little dream life. What a fucking joke. What a fucking nightmare."

Sarah was shocked, "Dad, I am STILL your daughter!"

He chuckled sarcastically and paused. "You haven't been my daughter since those photos came out. You're something else. It's bad enough you dragged my only son into this. My life is for shit. What a fucking joke."

Unsure of what to do, she sat in silence for a bit longer, and then retired to her room.

She had hated her parents since high school. All they did was expect her to do things she didn't want to do. Suburbia was torture, everything was boring, and she just wanted to have a good time. She didn't understand why it was a big deal. Her parents didn't understand how modern, mature kids had fun, they were stuck in their old ways like the losers they were. After all, they hadn't hurt anyone. If you don't hurt anyone, how can you do anything wrong?

And yet, her mind wandered to the time in her dorm, when her brother had lasted longer than usual, when he put his muscular arm around her as he came. She looked and saw his face, and she saw him as someone other than a taboo cock....she felt close to him. For just a moment there was intimacy between them, something her family had always lacked. When he got up to leave, she felt cold, and alone. The only smell in the air was the lingering latex scent from the condom. She had wanted him to stay, and be with her. It took her a few days to feel normal again, to be around him without feeling confused.

Maybe they were right...maybe it was a bad idea. But, fuck them. She did what she wanted to do, and she'd never admit she was wrong. Never to her parents, never. To hell with them and their bullshit expectations. She could totally understand how gay people felt about not being able to get married. Society judged her. She was the victim here, and they just didn't understand.

----

Two weeks passed, and Sarah was sitting in her room on a sleepy, relaxed Saturday afternoon. She wore a plaid shirt that clung to her body, showing plenty of cleavage, coupled with tight blue jeans. She furiously texted her friends, all of whom didn't understand why her brother had to leave town so suddenly. She was thankful no one knew of their arrangement, and trusted her brother not to reveal anything to his friends. Doing so would mean becoming the laughing stock and ire of the entire suburb, if not a staple on every bottom-of-the-barrel porn site on the internet. How could she explain to a future boyfriend that there was a video of her fucking her brother in regular circulation on the web? It just couldn't happen. She was deathly afraid it would be uploaded somehow. 

Her dad had played the sad card since her brother left, drinking and sulking, only leaving the house to work. He sat despondent, staring at the television. Occasionally she would yell at him, accusing him of trying to make her feel guilty. She'd curse, hurl insults, anything to get a reaction out of him. He just stared straight ahead, silent.

It didn't matter to her. Her mother kept putting her allowance into her bank account, and she could leave whenever she wanted. As far as she was concerned, the house was a place to sleep while the summer dragged on, nothing more.

Then her dad opened her bedroom door that Saturday afternoon, closed it, and stared at her. He was even taller than her brother, at least 6"7, unshaven and looking haggard. Despite this, his steely blue eyes stared ahead.

"What do you want? Don't you knock?" she said coyly. 

He walked forward and sat in a desk chair beside her bed. He sort of stared at her, his mouth slightly open.

"What? What is it?" she asked.

He took a deep breath and then looked at the floor.

"You have a choice. It's important you know you have a choice..."

Sarah was instantly confused.

"You can either stay in the room, and do exactly, and I mean exactly, what I want. Or, you can leave. If you leave, I will email the video of you and your brother to everyone you know. Anonymously. And the world will know what you did."

Sarah's heart sunk. What the hell was going on?

"You can leave. I want you to know that. But if you do, I send the video."

She shook her head, "What about all that crap about keeping it a secret?"

"You have to make your choice now. You can either stay, or you can leave. I sent your mom and brother away for a reason."

She froze. There wasn't any way this was going to go the way she thought it was going....was it? He couldn't....what was he doing?

He got up, taking her silence as agreement. He sat beside her on the bed and peacefully took her phone from her hands and placed it on her nightstand. He gently brushed his hands against her forearm.

"Arms to your side," he said quietly as she complied, "There you go..."

And with that her unbuttoned the first button of her shirt. 

She jumped and placed her hand on his. "No! Are you fucking crazy? Freak!" she exclaimed.

He glared at her, "Either you leave, or you do what I want. From now on, you don't speak at all, or I send the video. Leave if you want."

"You keep your fucking hands off me! I'll tell mom...you're sick!"

"Do you think she'd believe you, after the drivel that you yell at us? Don't fuck with me right now, I've had it with you."

His voice held a quiet anger. She waited with her eyes mired in fear, but eventually brought her arms back to her side. They stayed there, limp, as he undid her shirt. One by one, he unbuttoned her, until the cloth was ready to fall by the wayside.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long."

He softly, carefully, opened her shirt. Her small lace bra was revealed, barely containing her large breasts, along with her tight abs, which trembled from the fear overcoming her.

"Not another word from you. You can leave anytime."

He stared, glassy eyed at her nubile young body. He exhaled a few times, drinking in the sight of her, watching as her chest heaved up and down.

"A front-clasp bra, you must have been ready for someone."

Sarah sat, ashamed of her body. For so long it got her whatever she wanted from all kinds of men...now it felt like a curse. She looked down, making sure not to meet his eyes.

"Everything in the world tells me how wrong this is," he said, "and I don't care."

He placed his hands on her tummy, just above her pelvis, and rubbed it lovingly.

"I go my whole life, afraid of women, shunning women. Afraid to talk to the gorgeous ones, the ones I really wanted to fuck. To cum inside of."

He slipped his pinky just under the waistline of her jeans.

"Even the ones I did fuck, I had to wear a rubber. I had to pull out. I had to take her orders, do what she wanted me to do. Like some gimp."

He traced a path around her belly button. Her tight, tan skin retracted from his touch as goosebumps formed along her smooth skin.

"But I settled. I felt pressured to get married. I gave up on trying to make love to a beautiful woman, one that was just staggering, one that brought any man to his knees. And then you got older, and started to develop. And I thought God had cursed me."

Sarah was feeling more and more unsettled. She was contemplating leaving. Saving her social life wasn't worth her father's unwanted touch. But he seemed so intimidating, she was afraid of what he would do.

"Then you get older, and you're not just another girl. It's like having Kate Upton living in my house, teasing me, every day. Walking around in a towel, sitting outside with a bikini, looking nothing like the kid I worked my ass off to raise. Then comes your bratty shit, your self absorbed bratty shit, that drained any love I had left for you. Parent's aren't supposed to say that sort of thing, but then again sisters aren't supposed to fuck their brothers. And daddies....aren't supposed to do.... this...."

He reached forward and unclasped her bra. He pushed up her breasts and then let the bra fall away, causing them to bounce as they fell free.

"Oh God," he said, gasping, "Oh God, finally...."

He stood up slightly on the bed and took off his pants. He sat his cock in his hand. It was the first time Sarah had ever seen his crotch in full view. In a word he was...massive. She didn't know if another mans he'd been with had equaled his girth, and he was at least seven inches in length.

"In college, I..." he said, slowly masturbating, "Fucked a couple girls. Just one night stands, or so I thought. After I made it with them I....they kept coming after me, trying to be with me again. I knew I was a good lover, that I could make women attracted to me, but I was a fool. I thought women you made love to were supposed to be good people, your....friends....Disney bullshit...."

He sped up his thrusts.

"I regret meeting your mother. I should have been inside girls like you....so perfect....made for sex...."

He laid beside her on the bed and put his arm behind her, holding her. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he breathed. 

"Your womb is sought after. It's a prize just like this house, just like anything in life. It doesn't matter if I'm your father. Your cunt is what men kill for. And you live under my roof, and suck every penny and ounce of life out of me...I'm done with it..."

He yanked himself harder, and aimed his cock at her body.

"Sarah...oh God, your body..."

He climaxed, making sure to spray his sperm all over her torso. She couldn't believe how hard his cum sprayed against her, falling in lines from her breasts to her tummy. The sight of watching her father climax on her was damaging to her psyche. What had she done? It all happened so fast...

"I want to live in this moment. Before I take you. While you're still so pure. While you still feel like my daughter. God, Sarah, those tits I....I still want this. I thought I would get this far and change my feelings. I'm so happy...such a relief..."

He put his head against her shoulder and breathed. She sat, motionless, watching as her fathers sperm dry against her skin. He ran his finger over it, spreading it over the top of her crotch. He dawdled there, letting the silence take over the room. He watched as her breasts heaved. It was the first time he'd seen them from above, looking down at her pert nipples standing at full attention. He could feel how scared she was of him. It was the first time he'd felt in control of her in years.

"Just a few millimeters away from your cervix. If I'd cum inside you just a little closer, through that smooth skin...there'd be a baby. So fuckin' hot." 

He drew the cum along the top of her crotch.

"That sperm made you. Can you feel how wrong this is? You were never supposed to have my sperm touch you. It's against the law...everything that's right."

He raised his head. He took his shirt off and wiped away the cum. He laid beside her again.

"Look at me."

She was horrified. She turned and looked at him, but it wasn't like when she'd been with her brother. Then she was drunk and would close her eyes, let him give her his cock, and they would walk away. He wanted her to look him in the eye. To break the rules....to feel.

Her eyes met his.

"I want you to kiss me. And I want you to kiss me like you want me. Or else, we're done here."

He took her cheek in his hand, opened her mouth, and put his lips to hers. Sarah was repulsed. She had slept with an older, married professor once, but it was just another carnal hookup. Her dad forced her mouth open and searched her with his tongue. His hands never touched her bare breasts, instead lightly massaging her tight tummy as he kissed her with a restrained passion.

She did her best to do what he wanted. Mentally she tried to pretend it was someone else, to be somewhere else. She didn't know how she didn't get up and leave the room in horror, but she persevered. That video would haunt her the rest of her life. She had to do this.

But, he wouldn't stop. He kissed her lightly, than deeply, teasing her, then thrusting hard into her mouth. Even as she tried so hard to mentally leave the situation, she couldn't help but notice that he wasn't groping her chest. All the boys she'd ever been with had rushed to maul her body, but her father was taking his time, kissing her like he cared about her. 

After a solid two minutes of kissing, she pulled away. It was her mistake when she met his eyes, associating the carnal passion he was bringing out of her with the face of her own father, his soul. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry. What was happening? Everything was so fucked up...

"Do you know why women wear clothes? And why they have power over men when they wear revealing things? Or why men can't control themselves when you bare your breasts to them?"




Rules



He was creepily touching her torso still, breathing heavily.

"Because that's how you tell them to mate with you. You show them your genetic superiority over other women, and persuade them to give you a child. I didn't figure that we are all just animals until after I had married your mother. I figured out that I'd resigned myself to a small-breasted, average woman. I lost at the only contest that mattered."

"But I had faith. I had so much faith in you kids. That they'd be great people, and all my sacrifices would be worth it. That living life the right way would be worth it, in the end. I have all the power in my career, but in my family I had to sit and wait, and nurture, and be patient, never be selfish, and hope. And then you and your brother proved to be sub-par in everything. No real talent. No real drive. Then the pictures of you getting double teamed by two athletes, two broke minority kids with no future except high school football. That's when the fantasies started."

"I realized that God had put you in my home, his perfect mate, a genetic miracle, and he was mocking me. He was letting these pathetic men put their sperm into your body to mock me. He knew all the money in the power in the world couldn't convince you to not throw away this perfect body. You became something other than a daughter. You became an insult."

He took her by the cheek.

"We have to keep building the chemical bond. Kiss me again."

He lunged forward and kissed into her. Sarah couldn't process what he was saying. She wasn't mature or bright enough to understand the desperation of an older man driven to near madness by what his children had done. But she knew one thing: what he was doing was unholy in its depravity and wrong on every level. She couldn't tell herself it was abusive. She could leave any time, after all...

He broke the kiss.

"I stared at those nude pictures of you. I touched myself. I dreamed of going back in time, having the confidence and knowledge I had before to find a woman like you. Because I believed in society, in natural law, I never acted on my fantasy. I wanted to protect you. I believed there was still good in you. That a good man would put his child in this tight tummy, it would swell up and you would mature, and God would stop mocking me."

"But then, you lost all hope. You used your own brother for sex, the lowest of all whores. I failed you. You have no moral center, no sense of decency. You are an endorphin junkie, a failed person, and you take no responsibility for your actions. But you do have one thing still, that even your sad little mind can't take away. I spent the last week going over the consequences of this. But I'm too angry, too defiant, to deny that these..."

He violently grabbed her breast. She gasped, partly from pain, partly from shock.

"Belong to me. I paid for everything in your life, I deserve these more than any other man."

He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He suckled her, bit her, licked her. She was near tears as she fought the pleasure he was giving her. There's no way this could feel...good... She was being blackmailed. By her own, disgusting father...

He stopped and took her cheek again, forcing her to look in his eyes.

"Those breasts are made to nurture children. They are so perfect. I remember when I first glanced at those puffy nipples...you were getting dressed in your room. When I knew you'd grown into a model. Into perfection. Then I felt disgusting, but now..."

He undid the button on her jeans, "I feel free."

His hand plunged into her panties and his finger found her clit. He began to rub her as he kissed her neck, softly. That was her turn on, what she told every guy to do to get her going. She started to breath rapidly. After just a few strokes, her lips were cold from her gasps.

"I don't want to just fuck you. I want you to feel me. I want you to know why you pushed me over the edge when you turned my son into another soulless sexpot.  I want your feelings for me to be so confused that you hate yourself for wanting my cum inside you."

"Dad, stop, come on..." she whispered. She knew it was against his rules to speak, but she had to protest. She was starting to lose herself...not only in lust, but a part of herself. Dads weren't supposed to make their daughters feel this way. She wasn't supposed to have these emotions about him.

"When you said those rules, to prevent feelings? You're preventing oxytocin from flooding your brain. It's how lovers bond. It's how people pair up and raise their babies. You only want the pleasure, but you know how to avoid the pain. I am going to become your mate. Chemically, you'll yearn for me. As your feelings progress, I want you to know that I know exactly what I'm doing to you."

She was nearing the bridge of an orgasm when he started to pull her jeans down. He took them off, leaving her in panties. She decided she had to try and reason with him. Even if he stormed out of the room and sent the video, she wouldn't forgive herself for just allowing things to progress.

"Dad, let's talk about this. Don't do this, this is wrong."

He put his hands on the side of her panties and yanked them down. She protested, hooking her hands into the sides, pulling them back. He looked up at her.

"Once these come off, you know what that means."

She breathed and struggled with her conscience. He continued to pull and she pulled back. They stayed in this erotic struggle as she tried to think.

She thought about all the awful porn forums in the world that would watch her and her brother fucking. All her friends, so disgusted...no man would want her again. And she could get the morning after pill... did he even know those existed? Maybe if she let him inside her just once...he would stop. She could get away...get in her car and drive away...just had to give him what he wanted....

She stopped resisting. She willingly lifted her legs, still unsure about what she was doing as her father threw her panties on the floor.

"Dad, no, stop, come on, let's talk about this...I'll give you anything else you want..."

He was slouching over her. She felt his cockhead at her entrance.

"Dad, I'll do anything, please, just stop and think, come on don-"

Her mouth fell agape as he pushed into her. She couldn't speak. It felt too incredible. He stopped with half his cock in her, and started to push more slowly.

She started to tremble, and it wasn't just her body struggling. She loved sex, it was her vice. The cock in her, whomever it belonged to, was making her feel things she didn't want to feel. The pleasure waves were growing as he pushed against the sides of her pussy. He was stretching her.

She arched her hips, and he went ball-deep inside her. He pulled out to the hilt, and for a moment she felt empty. He plunged back in.

The sex wasn't furious, and it wasn't slow. It was rhythm defined. He slapped his balls into her with just the right tempo, holding her tight hips as her ample, tan-lined breasts bounced with his thrusts. 

She found herself having all the wrong emotions. As her eyes fluttered open and shut, she would see his bare chest. She felt drawn to it, wanting him to hold her. She looked to his cheekbones and saw an attractive man. She became enthralled with the waves of orgasms he gave her. She admired his careful hands, as they pinched her nipples and tugged her hair at all the right times. 

"Don't be attracted to him", she thought to herself, "This can't feel good."

But she did. He was good and it felt so, so good. He was one of the best she'd ever had.

He leaned forward and put his hand behind her head. She could smell his sweat and feel it against her skin. She put her hand behind his neck as he quickened his pace. They were rutting now, like old lovers. His massive body completely covered her. She felt so....safe. And full, so full...

"Look me in the eye."

He kept thrusting. She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to do this...

"Look me in the eye, Sarah."

She met his eyes. He came. She only knew because he breathed hard, grunting, staring into her as deeply as he could. He fell into her body, spent. He laid there for a moment, recovering. She held him, thanking him for what he'd done. It felt so good to have him next to her...her feelings were betraying her....

He moved to hover over her, and looked down at her. Stroking her hair, he pushed her face to look at him.

"Stare into my eyes."

It was painful, so hard to do. He was her blackmailer, her abuser, whatever you wanted to call the awful situation. But to look at him was to feel him. She did anyway.

"You're a better lover than your mother. You're the best lover I've ever had. I love you more than any woman in the world."

It was too much. She turned away. He pushed her back, and she forced her eyes open. She could feel his manipulation penetrating into her as his cock softened inside her.

"I want to take care of you. You are more beautiful than your mother could ever hope to be. You're the woman I love. You're the lover I need. I'm devoted to you. You're my angel, you mean so much to me."

It pained her to hear him talk that way about her mother. In the last few years she'd used them both as nothing but doormats, but her mother was still a person.

To hear him call her his angel...it made her feel so strange. 

He pushed his softening cock inside her.

"We have to wait two minutes. Move your hips..."

He started to move her hips softly, swaying them back and forth. He was breeding her...

He leaned down and placed his face over her. Relentlessly he stared, first at her eyes, then at her breasts, and back again. 

This kept up for the two minutes, and then he abruptly left. She had heard that men have a crisis of conscience after sex...that their mind clears and they sometimes regret what they've done. She could only hope that was the case.

After she was sure he'd gone, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom. She cursed herself for always using condoms and not getting on the pill, but it wouldn't matter. She made her way downstairs, listening closely to ensure she avoided her father.

Grabbing her purse from the front table, she searched for her car keys. They were gone. She looked to the rack next to the front door for a set of keys to another car...they were all gone. The money from her wallet was gone as well, along with her credit cards. Her father was hiding them...had he completely lost his mind?

She grabbed her phone to try to text a friend...halfway typing out the text message before realizing her father had just cut off her service. He must have done it within the last half hour...she was beginning to feel trapped.

Because their sub-divison was so huge, it was at least a five mile walk to the nearest pharmacy. Even if she got started now, she'd be back after dark. It didn't matter, she had to do it. She took three twenty dollar bills from a cookie jar where her mother kept some extra money and went out the back door.

She made it barely a mile before her father came up behind her in his white SUV. She felt mortified...should she run? He rolled down the window and stopped next to her. With dread in her eyes, she looked to him.

"If you get in now, I won't send the video."

After hesitating, she got into the car. It felt like all the blood in her body was in her feet as they slowly drove home. 

Later that night, he called her downstairs. He had prepared her favorite dinner. Over dinner they barely spoke. It was the first time he had cooked her dinner since she was a little girl. Under any other circumstance, she would have felt flattered.

The reckoning came when he lead her out to the living room. A fire was roaring in the fireplace, and he gave her three glasses of wine. When he began to disrobe her again, she became catatonic. It was happening again.

This session was even more incredible than the last. She couldn't tell how long he pistoned his cock in and out of her, but it felt like hours. After he dropped his load into her again, he sat behind her on their oversized sofa and lightly caressed her breast.

The talk was always the same, almost repetitive. 

"You're my true love. You're my beautiful angel. Your mother is a failure, an ugly old woman. She could never make me feel good the way you do."

As exhausted as she was, it began to work. She started to feel safe in his arms, and his words started to make her feel wanted. The final load came as they laid face-to-back on the couch, his cock slowly working in and out of her spent pussy as the light from the fire flickered across her outstretch body. He was gentle and aware of her...never hurting her, knowing her endurance. His words kept coming as he slowly worked her breasts with his strong hands. He came in her for a third time, quietly.

He held her for the two minutes, kissing her without restraint. She had given up her resistance and decided to let the feelings in. What else could she do? She was trapped. He was right. She didn't want him to leave. He gave her what she felt she wanted.

Eventually they retired to bed. He allowed her to sleep in her own room. While she thought he was giving up on his creepy "chemical bonding" obsession by letting her sleep alone, she realized it was all part of his plan. She felt cold and alone without him there. Naked, she pulled back the sheet and put her hand on her stomach. The idea that her father's child was growing inside her filled her with a numb misery. But she still had time to get the morning-after pill...she could still escape...

The early morning rolled around, and she couldn't take it. The thought that the barrier was crossed, and a man was in the other room, waiting to warm her as she slept, was too daunting. If he was going to imprison her in his sexual fantasy, she decided she should take to it...right? Wasn't that the reasoning? It wasn't because she had feelings for him....that wasn't possible. She just wanted to feel good.

She entered his room, and laid down next to him. In mere minutes, wrapped in his arms, she fell asleep. She awoke in the night to him fucking her body yet again, slowly and gently. In her hazy state, she spoke.

"Dad, don't cum in me...."

He kept his methodical stroke. She was barely awake.

"Feelings..."

A wave of profound love for his gentle thrusts came over her.

"Children....no babies...."

He came in her unprotected womb. Another two minutes passed as he swayed his cum into his daughter...this time with her nipple floundering around in his mouth. 

The next day, she never left his side. Everywhere she went in the house, he followed. He took her body whenever he pleased...whether he snuck up behind her in the kitchen and cupped her breasts from behind, or pistoned his cock into her inside their jacuzzi tub. His phone was nowhere to be found, his car keys hidden. 

"The water running off your tits..." he had said as they made love in the hottub, "I'm glad I did this before I died."

It occurred to her to run to a neighbors house and plead to borrow their phone or car, but then what? The video would be released, and there was no guarantee the pill would work after two full days, especially after so many loads of cum. She'd waited nearly too long...her egg was seeded with her father's sperm and planting itself in her womb. 

He had won. 

---

Two days passed with constant sex. The feelings grew, and they slept as lovers at night. One morning she walked into his bedroom and found an unexpected item on the bed. Her father stood naked, ready for another session.

"I got out your baby book."

By now, she was becoming accustomed to silently taking his orders. 

"Come sit, let's look at it."

She opened it, and felt a sense of extreme guilt. At some point, during all the lustful sex, she'd forgotten that this was her father that was making her cum.

She laid face down over the book, reading through it's contents. She was wearing a skirt, at her father's request, and he took down her panties.

"Read from the tenth page....you made that in kindergarten...."

The scene was becoming surreal...

"My name is Sarah. I like apples and the movies."

Her father placed his cock at her entrance. He pushed himself inside her. Unlike before, there was little resistance. Her body had molded to his girth.

"Read the last part. At the end of the page."

Sarah's emotions were getting the better of her. What was before unthinkable had now become pure torture.

"When I get older I want to be a teacher and have a family. I want to have a husband and babies and be happy."

Her father picked up his thrusts. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass.

"Read it...again. Don't stop."

Sarah couldn't hold it back anymore. She started to softly cry.

"When I get older I want to be a teacher and have a family. I want to have a husband and babies and be happy."

He picked up his pace, drilling her with abandon. Her tears were flowing now, falling gently on the old pages in the book, staining the words she had written as a child.

"Again."

She read it again, and again, and again. Eventually, he came, deep inside her. With his cock buried, he reached forward and wiped away her tears. He leaned over her with his massive frame, flipped to the front of the book, and took out a lock of her hair from when she was first born.

"Dad, stop!" she pleaded. She felt his cum running out of her pussy, down her leg.

He tickled the end of her breast with the hair. 

"I made this tit. This perfect tit."

He continued to tickle her puffy nipples.

"I made it so it could feed my child. We made a baby. I made a baby in a perfect body."

He placed his other hand on her womb, and pressed it tenderly. Sarah was mortified. This was beyond belief. She started to cry again as the full weight of the world fell upon her.

By the time the two minutes was up, the tickling against her breast had made her slightly aroused. Even through the tears, and the insanity.

Everything was so fucked up...

---

The following two weeks served to stamp out any sense of barriers she had with her new lover. She slept in his bed, and he came in her almost at will. She lost count of the loads he dropped in her, and she started to inexplicably care about his other needs.

How it came to be, she didn't know. The part of her that hated him for his sadism seemed to melt away a little more after each orgasm. Every load of cum made her feel full inside, like she was loved. She took to kissing him with intent, losing herself in the carnal lust. She even initiated a few sessions, making his cock hard with her hand or her mouth, then putting it inside her without protest. She began to want the unlimited sex he was providing. It didn't matter who he was anymore

She also cooked for him, held him, talked to him. She worried if he was sleepy or hungry. For fleeting moments she could step back and see how disgusting it all was...but then, she realized there was nowhere else to go, except deeper into the fantasy.

Then, one day, she woke up and her father was fully dressed. 

"Your mom is coming home. Just act normal. She's just grabbing a few things, and then she'll be gone."

When her mom arrived, she treated Sarah like dirt. To her, she was still the sick daughter that had fucked her brother and refused to apologize for it. Part of Sarah wanted to cry out to her for help, while the other part felt superior to her smug, disheveled old mother. She made her dad cum harder, longer, than her mother ever had. She was the better lover. He loved her more, and she felt it. Her body was young and ready for him, his mother couldn't please him. In such a short time, the idea that such feelings were sick and wrong seemed outdated. This was how she felt, and she didn't know how else to be.




Rules



Her mother left, and her father told her it was to return to the lakehouse. Sarah believed they were alone again. He asked her to follow him upstairs. 

Once in the bedroom, he pulled out her mother's wedding dress from a box at the top of the closet.

"This is the last thing I'll ask you to do," he said, "And then we're done."

Sarah shook her head, "What? You....you want me to put that on?"

He nodded. "This is the last thing, I promise."

---

After putting on the dress, fixing her hair, and applying makeup, Sarah exited the bathroom and saw her father naked, sitting up on his shoulders on the bed. A smile came across his face and his eyes melted.

"Oh my God..." he said, "You're far more beautiful than she was..."

The dress was tight against her body. Her mother didn't have her supple figure, so her breasts were bursting out the front of the dress. They could barely be contained behind the material.

"Take off your panties and sit down on me."

She did as he said, but he stopped her as she lowered herself on his cock.

"Turn around, face the door."

His request seemed unusual, but she did as he asked. She began to slowly work herself up and down on his cock, wearing her mother's wedding gown. It was sick, but she could see herself in the closet mirror. She looked...incredible. She didn't know if she'd ever looked sexier.

As they progressed, Sarah heard the front door open.

"Dad! God, stop!" 

She tried to climb off him, but his grip on her hips was firm. He continued to grind against her.

"Ssshhh, it's ok."

She panicked and tried to push off him with all her strength, but it was no use. He wasn't letting her go. She could hear her mother making her way up the steps as her pussy tightened against his cock.

"No!" she whispered, even as she felt an orgasm wash over her, "Please don't, Dad, no!"

Her mother rounded the corner and saw her only daughter, donned in her wedding gown, taking her husband. His wet cock was visible to her as it moved in and out of her sopping pussy. Sarah couldn't even imagine what she was thinking.

Her mother just started screaming. It wasn't even human. It was guttural, from the depths of her lungs.

"Mom! I'm so sorry mom!" Sarah said, tears welling up in her eyes as her dad thrusted in and out of her. Her mother plunged forward in some panicked state, and tried ot help her off of him, but it was no use. He was too strong. 

Defeated, her mother fell down onto the floor, in a total state of shock.

"How could you Harold! Get off my baby! Get away from my baby!"

Her dad laughed. He continued to thrust into her.

"I thought this would be good revenge for when you fucked Daryl Clark at that retreat. How's it feel? Huh? How's it feel?"

He picked up his pace. Sarah's mother continued to scream and cry.

"Sarah, tell your mom what I put in you. Tell her or I'll send the video."

Sarah looked her mother in the eye, trying to communicate her agony through her eyes. 

"I'm pregnant."

Her mother began to weep even harder. Flustered, she ran to the phone and called the police, just as her husband plunged deep into his crying daughter and came, leaving ropes of cum inside her cervix.

---

It had been two years since her brother had left for the lakehouse. Through it all: the arrest, the trial, and her father's conviction, she had tried to stay sane. The community could barely contain their disdain for her family once news broke of her father's meltdown, and they sold the mansion. They moved into a smaller home in another city, and things seemed simpler.

Sarah could never tell anyone about so many things The worst, by far, was how agonizing it was aborting the baby she had made with her father. To many, it was a no-brainer. Everyone she knew told her she was a victim, but she knew better. Her own vanity had put her in a position to lose herself, and her sadistic father had pushed her the rest of the way. Losing the baby just meant more invasion into her body, more loss, more sadness. But it had to be done. She was unsure if the child inside her was even human, seeing as it came from two related people. Where would it's soul come from if it was conceived by a father inside his own daughter? How could it ever be a healthy person?

But it hurt almost as much to not tell anyone how much the tragedy had helped her. What her father did, though unthinkable, taught her just why making love to her brother was wrong. It taught her why sex, without love, and pleasure without morality, was wrong. Boundaries are in place for a reason. Family functions one way and one way only. If her father had practiced restraint, they might still be a family, and she might not have been so damaged. But her own carnal lust sent him into a spiral, and in the end, she lost more than she could ever regain.

Nonetheless, understanding why morality and structure was good, while her old nihilistic ways were pure self-destruction, helped her to turn her life around. She remained celibate, graduated from college early, and had a healthy relationship with her mother. Her brother got along with her, and even apologized for allowing their sexual tryst to happen. He felt guilty, as though he'd laid the foundation her father's sexual prison. She assured him he did not, and they shared a platonic, familial hug.

But for closure, Sarah had to know one thing. She drove, in private, to the prison where her father was being held.

Eventually, he sat across from her in the visitors room, and held a phone to his ear.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

She kept her eyes down, and asked the question she wanted answered.

"Do you regret what you did?"

She expected him to contemplate, to think about the answer, but he didn't.

"No," he said flatly, "I can die happy. That's what mattered then and that's all that matters now. I can die happy, knowing I touched your breasts, came inside you, and made you love me as a man."

A twitch of lust washed across her body, as her muscle memory remembered their time together.  She shook in a controlled rage, and hung up the phone. It was the last time she would ever speak to her father. She didn't know if she was angry at him, or at herself for the way her body reacted to his words.

Years would go by, and her first, then second marriage would come. She would have children, grow older, and try to live a normal life. But Sarah could never lie to herself and say anything other than the truth in her mind, as she lay awake, trying to sleep, day after day, year after year.

In her heart, as many do with lost lovers, she bonded with her father, in the carnal way that all lovers do. She still yearned to feel him slouch over her, hold her, and make her feel safe. He had been a good lover, and skilled at making her feel incredible.

But most importantly, he taught her that some rules were made to be followed....



Rules



We were supposed to be staying away from one another. I had broken the rules, you see. After six months of an affair with a man in an open marriage, I let him tear down the wall that had been my defense against romance for so long. I fell in love. My mistake. But it was his wife who decided the affair was too hot for it to fit inside the rules of their game. She demanded an abrupt end for him and me, and he acquiesced. 

So we ended. After a long, tearful goodbye phone call and an entire bottle of wine, I felt empty. I thought this was actually a relationship that could last. Ridiculous, I know. But in the beginning, his wife had called me and given me permission to have him; she was planning to leave him, so I was welcome to him when she left in a few months. I was a little shocked at the time, listening to her rules: we were to do nothing in public, there should be no embarrassment for her, and their children should never know. 

I wasn't really looking for a relationship, so these were easy rules for me, and I took her at her word. This was my first mistake. My second mistake was letting down my guard, letting him inside the wall I had built to keep others out. I loved him. And, now, she had changed her mind; it had to be over. I couldn't make sense of it. Why change the rules now? But he felt he needed to try to save his marriage, so there were no more phone calls, no more emails, no more chatting in the evenings online. No more sexy afternoon trysts during lunch hours. Instead there was utter silence and estrangement as we tried to abide by her new rules. 

The distance between us was broken only by the committee meetings at work when we sat across conference tables from one another, valiantly trying to follow the discussion about budgets and policies. It was torture. I stole glances at him to see if he was watching me. When our eyes would meet, the tension was too great and our lines of vision would scatter around the room. I left quickly after each meeting; I couldn't bear the silence between us. I sometimes wondered what our colleagues at the meetings thought. There was a definite change in the interactions between the two of us, and I know I was less engaged in what business was happening.

I drove myself crazy over those few weeks apart, wondering about his thoughts: Was he thinking about me? About the last time he kissed me and used those lips on me to make me come? About the way he would watch me while he was inside me, waiting for me to look at him while I came? I had no idea what he thought. I just knew I was to stay away and keep the silence; those were the new rules we followed. 

Until the day he called. Truly, it was a call about a business issue, but he could have called someone else. "How are you?" he asked.

"Not the best," I answered. He knew how I felt, knew I had allowed him inside my wall. I didn't want to punish him, but I didn't want to hurt all alone either. A long silence dragged on across the phone line. He got to the point of his call, and I gave him the information he needed, but I didn't want him to hang up. Maybe he didn't want to either; it was always disconcerting that I could never tell what he was feeling. So I told him my truth. "I miss you." 

After a sigh, he said, "I know. I miss you, but it can't be helped." I knew his reasons, all of them good and just and so damn noble. How do you argue with noble? "I'm sorry," he said, his misery of being stuck between two women in his voice. God, how I wished he'd stop with the "sorry" mantra. I got it. And I didn't.

"How are things?" I asked, not really expecting him to tell me and not really sure I wanted to know. What I really wanted is for them to be miserable. Terrible. But that was my selfishness rearing its ugly head. So, I waited for him to find the words to tell me, bracing myself to hear how things were wonderful. 

"Okay. Not great. Not terrible. The temperature in the house is normal, but there is no connection, no sharing, no touching." I wanted to shout, "Hallelujah!" But instead I found myself telling him I was sorry for that. He said, "I do miss our times together." I didn't answer that, and I told him I had to go. I would not let him hear me cry. 

~~~

Two days later we have the first of 10 showcases to be held over the next month, and each department must attend to talk to potential clients about what we can offer them. I know he will be there setting up his presentation equipment. I don't have to do any set-up to speak of, so I wonder if I should stick my head in the door of the room he will be in to just say hello. What can it hurt? It's just hello, right? I answer my own questions by opening the door to his room a full 45 minutes before clients will arrive. 

"Hi." Great opening line after not seeing him for six weeks. He doesn't look surprised to see me; he knows me far too well.

"Hi." Our eyes lock on one another for a few seconds. I think I can actually see the electricity in the air, but maybe that is just wishful thinking. "I wondered if you would come by to see me." 

"It's not the smartest thing I've ever done, but I wanted to say hello." No. What I wanted to do was lock the door, kiss him, make him want me, feel his hands on my breasts. I stand there in the back of the room watching him set up. He asks me to sit down, so I sit in a chair against the back wall. I wait for him to say something, anything. Maybe he'll just ask me to leave. He completes his task and walks towards me. He turns a chair around so he is facing me and sits just out of reach. We look at each other in silence. "How are you?" I ask.

"Fine." The silence is uncomfortable for the first time ever between us. "I hoped you would come here." What do I say to that? Remember the rules: no talking, no email, no chats, no contact. But, you know, I didn't make those rules. 

I said, "I'm glad you called the other day. I miss hearing your voice. ...I hate this, you know." He just looks away. "So, are things going well?" Aye yi yi -- I'm being so inane. But he tells me much of the same things he has said before. He has to try, he needs to feel he is giving her a fair shake, he needs to be there for his children, and on and on it goes. Eventually, he just stops talking and looks at me. I just look back. 

I pretend to look at the time and stand up to make an exit as if I need to be somewhere. Suddenly, he stands up and in two steps reaches me as I back into the wall. He places his hands on the wall on either side of my head and pushes against me. He has me locked against the wall with his body as he just looks at me. He says, "This is a bad idea," and he leans down to kiss me. I want to put up my hands, stop him from breaking through the crumbly wall I have been trying to rebuild after he left. But I find myself kissing him back. 

He leaned his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. I love the way his body presses against me, and I can feel his desire build. My hands go to his sides and then around him to pull him closer. He pulls his mouth from mine to look at me, and both of us are breathing a bit harder. His hand moves to my breast and begins to touch me the way I like, but then he stops, asking with his eyes if I want him to stop. I answer by leaning in to kiss him again.

Oh, how I have missed his hands on me. He begins to unbutton my blouse to get access to skin. I have his shirt fisted into my hands, yearning for his touch. The first feel of his skin on my breast is exquisite. He runs his fingers over my nipple, watching my face for the response he can feel in his hands. He pulls my bra out of the way and covers my nipple with his mouth. His tongue sucks on the hard tip, causing ripples to extend down my body where I feel it deep in my pussy. I feel myself grow wet as he squeezes my breasts and entertains my nipples with his tongue. 

Oh, how I want this. I move my hands down and grab his ass, pulling us hip to hip. He puts his hands on either side of my head, holding my face as he kisses me, his tongue ravishing my mouth. I move my hand to the front of his trousers where I rub my hand over the proof of his wanting. I hear a groan escape from his throat, so I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze. He pulls his head back from me and looks into my eyes. 

"We really shouldn't be doing this, especially here," he says. I nod since I'm not sure my voice will work. I continue to massage him and watch his eyes grow darker. He glances at the clock, and then walks away from me but only far enough to lock the door. I smile at him, and while he watches, I remove my panties. He smiles back at me as I lean against the wall waiting to see what he has in mind. He moves a chair to the corner of the room adjacent to the door. No one who looks in the window will see anything. He holds his hand out to me, and I go to him. He kisses me again, and I smile against his mouth.

"How are we going to do this?" I ask. 

"Quietly," he says. I laugh at that, knowing how difficult that can be for me. He kisses me again, and both of our hands begin un-belting and unbuttoning his pants. As he lowers them, I fall to my knees to take him in my mouth. Oh, how I love the groan he makes as I take his cock into my mouth. I love to feel him grow harder and harder against my tongue. "I could let you do that all day," he says, "but we don't have the time right now." 

He pulls my head away from him and sits on the chair. I want to feel him inside me, so I stand to straddle him. Slowly, I lower myself onto his cock. Oh, how wonderful it feels to have him inside me. For a moment we just look at each other, knowing the risk we are taking but not caring. I begin to slide my hips back and forth, taking my pleasure from him. His hands go to my breasts, and he runs his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp and moan, so he covers my mouth with his. "Quietly, remember?" he asks against my lips. 

I nod and look into his eyes as I begin to move faster. His cock is so hard, and I am so wet. It doesn't take long until I know I'm close. "I'm going to come for you, Baby," I tell him. I start to close my eyes, and he says, "Look at me." I am staring into his eyes as I come. I'm breathing so fast now. He smiles at me, and I move in to kiss him hard. I love feeling his tongue in my mouth. I can't kiss him for long because I can't catch my breath. He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me towards him hard several times, and then says, "My turn." He pulls my pussy snug against him, and I feel his cock jump inside me. He empties himself inside me, while I kiss him. 

We sit, joined together, for a few minutes, my forehead against his. We know we have to pull ourselves together; we each have clients to see in just a few minutes. I stand up and find my panties. We each take a few minutes to pull ourselves together. It's quiet as he moves the chair back into the row with the others, the room straight again, as if nothing happened. I think the room is the only thing that seems as if nothing happened. "You know we broke all the rules," I say to his back. My voice shakes. I'm afraid the rules will be back, and that I will lose him again to the silence. 

He turns and looks at me. A smile softens his face. "I was never one for rules anyway."



Rules



I slept in. So sue me. I had the day off so I was entitled. I had exactly nothing planned for the day and that was what I was going to do. 

Oh, yeah, I suppose you're wondering who I am. My name is, believe it or not, Glowing Beam of Amber Moonlight. I go by the name of Amber, for reasons that should be self-evident. There should be a law against parents getting naming rights when they choose names like that. I've found Amber to be a much more respectable name.

I'm twenty, well, nearly, anyway. I'm quite smart, in my own opinion, and that is the one that counts, after all. I'm currently sharing a house with three other girls. It's not that we have a women only policy when renting a share of the house. Things just seem to work out that way. 

The other three were all at work today. I'd been owed some time off and the boss let me have a three day weekend, and today was my day to relax. I hopped out of bed, dropped my pyjamas on the floor, and walked naked down to the bathroom for a shower. 

I actually like walking around naked in the house, but officially it's against house rules. I think that's because the other women would feel uncomfortable if they're with a boyfriend and I came strolling through starkers. They can probably see their boyfriends comparing my figure with theirs, with theirs losing in the comparison. I pointed out that the boys would still compare even if I was dressed, but got voted down. 

Today, with no-one home, it was a case of to hell with the rules.

After my shower I headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. Still starkers. I had no intention of getting clothes on until the others were due home. I had my smartphone with me, blasting music. No headphones. That's another rule I don't agree with. I abide by it when the others are around because we have different tastes in music, but by myself, I like my music loud.

Feeling hungry I was concentrating on my breakfast and I'd completely forgotten what Karen had told me the night before. I danced my way into the kitchen, fingers snapping the beat, bouncing around as I went, and when I'm bouncing naked I have a lot of bounce, I assure you.

As a matter of fact my breasts continued to bounce while I stood stock still in the middle of the kitchen staring at a couple of men who were staring right back at me. The difference being I would have had a look of shock on my face while they had looks of sexual appreciation.

One of the guys I recognised, he was the owner. The other I didn't, but he was a workman of some kind. On the floor next to them was the old stove, with a brand new stove already in place. That's when I remembered what Karen had told me. The owner was replacing the crappy old stove today and I wasn't to get in the way. If I hadn't been playing my music so loudly I'd probably have heard them working.

"Amber," said the owner, nodding to me. "Karen let us in before she went to work. She said that you knew we were coming."

"Ah, yes, I did," I admitted. "Ah, excuse me. I think I forgot something."

Like, clothes. Time to beat a retreat.

"Don't be in such a hurry," said the owner. "If you knew we were coming then I'd guess this little display is for our benefit, and we really would like to show you how much we appreciate it."

No thanks. I was out of there. I started to turn but found that the workman had sort of drifted between me and the door.

"Ah, Boss, who goes first?"

First? Oh my god. They were both going to jump her. How did she get out of this? 

"Well, I'm not going to be selfish and claim first go by right. Why don't we just give her a sample and let her choose?"

Sample? What the fuck did he mean by a sample? I found out fast enough. While I'd been eyeing the second man and wondering if I could dodge past him the owner had snuck up on me. The first I knew of how close he was, was when he grabbed my arm and turned me to face the kitchen table. One hand holding my arm and the other in the middle of my back, the owner forced me to bend forward over the table.

He held me there quite easily, and I could hear him unzipping. I was swearing and I tried to kick him. Boy, was that a mistake. I hurt my toes and then a big hand came spanking down on my bottom. 

"Don't kick," the owner told me, speaking quietly but firmly. You can afford to be quiet and firm when you've got a hand that doesn't mind bouncing of a poor girl's bare bottom. 

"Now stop worrying. All I'm going to do is slide my cock into you so you know what it feels like. Then I'll take it right back out."

Oh yes. As if I hadn't heard that one before. I didn't believe it the first time a boy tried it on me and I didn't believe it now. OK. So maybe, just maybe, I fell for that trick the first time. I've never fallen for it since then.

There wasn't much I could do about it. I was firmly pinned against the table and when I felt the owner pressing his erection against me all I could do was swear at him. It turned out I couldn't do that, either, because he spanked me again, telling me not to swear as it's not nice. And spanking and a little rape is? I didn't ask that out loud. It might have got me another spank.

The owner just pressed slowly into me, taking his time and letting me get used to him. I guess you could say he was being considerate, in his own weird way. That didn't stop him from pressing all the way in, filling me really deep. When I felt his groin rubbing against my mound I was almost ready to start trembling. This was where he'd start really riding me.

I felt him pulling slowly back, and I was waiting for that pause and headlong rush back into me. Instead of which, he popped right out.

I'll be damned, I thought. He actually meant it. In and out and that's all. It was hugely irritating, but I was getting off lightly. 

Next thing I know the workman is spinning me around so my back is to the table. He's pressing against my breasts, forcing me to lean backwards.

"Nah," he was saying. "Women like to be able to see it coming. You just watch."

I instinctively looked down and the workman's cock is sticking right out there, menacing me. I flung a desperate look at the owner and he caught it and answered me.

"Just relax and don't worry. Same as me, in and out."

I didn't know what the fuck they thought they were playing at but I guessed holding still while he gave me a single poke wouldn't kill me. It might kill him if I could get my hands around his throat, but that was another matter. 

The workman had absolutely none of the finesse that the owner had showed. He just lined up and banged it in. It could have been quite nasty if the owner hadn't prepared the way, so to speak. He also withdrew the same way. He pulled out so fast I almost expected to hear a pop, like you hear when a cork is pulled out of a bottle real fast.

Then he stood there, arms akimbo, dick waving, looking smug.

"And I didn't have to smack her around to get her to let me stick it in," he pointed out, smirking at the owner.

"So which of us was better?" he demanded

It was odd but, although the workman was at least as big as the owner, he seemed to come across as a much smaller man. Hell, I could see both their cocks, as they hadn't bothered to put them away, and there was nothing to choose between those items, size-wise, but the owner still seemed the larger man. Maybe it was the personality. I've always favoured men with dominant personalities. The workman sort of reminded me of a yapping terrier compared to the more dignified Doberman aspect of the owner.

How to answer the question? I was supposed to rate their sexual prowess on the strength of a single poke? They had to be kidding. All could do was shrug, looking at the owner, feeling helpless, and trying to ignore the little workman.

"Well," drawled the owner. "It seems that she's deferring to me. I guess that answers the question. OK, Amber, bend over the table again."

"What?"

"Bend over the table. Are you deaf, perhaps? It's time for me to show my appreciation of you beauty."

"I thought you just did that. I'm not bending over the table."

The hell was I going to quietly submit while he fucked me. If he wanted to he was going to have a fight on his hand, and so I told him. The owner grabbed a chair from the table and sat on it.

"Slow learner," he commented to the workman and, reaching out, he snagged my arm and yanked me across his lap.

His hand came down firmly on my bottom, along with some instructions.

"You will bend over the table." Spank.

"You will not kick or struggle." Spank.

"You will cooperate with me when I pleasure you." Spank.

"You will keep a civil tongue." Spank.

You know, I found myself agreeing to all his little directions. No worries. I can do that, sir. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Please stop spanking, sir. My bottom hurts.

Isn't it wonderful what you'll do with the right incentive? As soon as the owner stopped spanking I was bending over the table, only too willing to show my dedication to his commands, my bottom glowing brightly, showing the reason for my acquiescence. 

This time the owner took me with more authority than the first single thrust. Apparently he had decided that I was ready to take him properly now and he came barrelling in, hot and hard.

I just considered it totally unfair that the owner was taking me in the way I liked to taken. I can't stand a namby-pamby lover who practically sneaks up on you, apologising all the while. If a man is going to fuck you then he should get down to business and fuck you properly, and that's precisely what the owner was doing.

He drove firmly into me, and I gave a little gasp and pushed to meet him. From then on it was all go, go, go. He drove into me repeatedly and relentlessly, demanding, and getting, a response. He fucked me most energetically and I did the same to him.

My breasts were squeezed and roughly massaged and my pussy was pounded as though he was trying to tenderize some steak. For my part I was pushing hard back to meet him, hearing his balls slap against my pussy at the end of each thrust. (OK. I know it was a case of his groin hitting mine, but I could hope I was about to crush his balls, couldn't I?)

I have to admit, for all that I was being forced to yield, and not forgetting I had a smarting red bottom, I was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to me. And what I was doing to him. If you're in the grip of a masterful man, it's great of you enjoy being mastered. Even my smarting bottom was a source of pleasure, thought I'd never admit it.

He fucked me good and proper, his cock going about its business in a practiced manner, raising my lust and excitement with every thrust. All too soon, it seemed to me, the owner entered his end run. I could feel his stokes speeding up, hitting harder. He was taking shorter strokes to build up his speed, and I was hovering on the brink.

Then he was splashing about inside me and I just gave a shriek and tumbled into the abyss, all my cares being washed away while I died and floated away.

When I gather myself together I found I'd dropped down out of heaven and was looking at a little piece of hell. The yapping terrier of a workman was apparently going to take his turn, and I wasn't standing for that. One man is one thing. Two men is a case of one too many. 

I backed away, he grabbed my arm, and I punched him right on the nose. It was a beautiful punch. His nose squished and started to bleed and he was wild. I was genuinely scared for a moment, as it looked as though he was going to punch me back. Geez, I was relieved when the owner stopped him.

"No violence," he snapped.

"What the hell?" argued the workman. "You hit her. Why not me?"

"If you think you can put her across your knee and spank her, go for it," the owner said, but I could tell from his voice that he didn't think it likely.

The mongrel was staring at me, and I just knew he was going to rush me and try to wrestle me into submission. He could probably do it, too. I'm not that strong, but I was damned sure I'd get to punch his nose a second time.

That was the situation when I heard the front door bang, and Karen was calling out.

"I'm home. You there, Amber? Did the new stove come?" 

You see the advantages of sleeping in. It had gone twelve o'clock and Karen had nipped home for lunch. The two men had paused and turned to look towards the front door. I promptly departed, stage left, as they say, running to the bathroom. I wanted another shower and by the time I got out Karen would have routed the owner and the workman. All very nicely, of course, but they'd be gone.

I contemplated the day's events while relaxing in the shower. OK, so I'd missed breakfast, but I'd get some lunch shortly. I'd had to take a single poke from that stupid workman, but I got to punch him on the nose, and I think that put me ahead, because he was walking out with a bleeding nose and blue balls.

I'd also been thoroughly fucked by the owner, but I gave as good as I got, and I'd had a very nice climax. I'd count that as a draw, because it had also been rape, as I'd only agreed under duress. The spanking on the other hand - that had been fun. I'd count that as a plus. All things considered, a good morning.

And if I was a betting girl I'd lay odds that the owner would be back around to see me, and probably quite soon. That could be interesting. Let him master me or not? Maybe another spanking will help me decide.



Rules & Rituals in D/s Relationship



All the D/s (Domination/submission) relationships I know of, and have read about, have rules and rituals that the submissive must follow. I am sure that those not involved in D/s must think that such regimentation would stifle any relationship and make it unbearable on the submissive. I am sure that many men and women who are just discovering their submissive side, and who are thinking about embarking on a D/s relationship, find reading about others’ rules and rituals rather daunting.

However, rules and rituals can be liberating – freeing the submissive from having to constantly worry about what may or may not be expected, and enabling them to serve their Dominant with joy and in peace. The submissive, following well chosen rules, can, once the behaviour becomes almost second nature, not only gain joy from deepening their submission but also feel a lightness of spirit safe in the knowledge they are pleasing the One they have chosen to submit to.

Rules

Rules need to be introduced a few at a time. Anyone faced with a page or more of rules would find it almost impossible to memorise them all and follow each and every one. D/s is often likened to a journey into a new world – and like any journey, it is better to go slowly and therefore not miss something important, than it is to rush along to see what might be over the next hill or round the next bend.

Rules can cover any aspect of life, or any situation. There may be rules on a way a submissive dresses themselves; rules concerning the behaviour of the submissive; bathroom rules; bedroom rules – you name it … and there could be a rule made to cover it. The most effective rules are those that are there for a purpose – even if that purpose is simply because it pleases the Dominant. I have found that when a new rule is to be introduced, it is helpful for a dialogue to have taken place. The Dominant can then state the proposed rule and ask for comments from the submissive. This also gives the Dominant an opportunity of explaining exactly why They wish the rule to be followed.

Among my first rules were the following separate, but connected rules:

-you will be clean shaven from the neck downwards

-you will not wear panties unless given specific permission to do so

-you will ensure that after using the toilet, you are washed and clean

All three were introduced at the start of my journey into submission, and I gladly accepted them – even though the no panties rule made me quake a little at the thought of being outside with no underwear on. My Master explained that my body was His to use as and when He wished – and He wanted quick access to it whenever He so desired. This simple explanation made it much easier for me to follow, not to mention the thought of being used at any time made me quite hot! Many would think that this would be the end of the matter as far as the Dominant is concerned. They have made the rule - the submissive follows it. Simple? Not so! The Dominant must always ensure that a rule is being followed. If adherence to rules is not periodically checked on, the submissive will soon begin to question the point of following them. This is another reason for introducing rules just a couple at a time – they are designed to make the life of the Dominant easier … not more burdensome!

Once a rule becomes second nature to a submissive, it may be time to add a new twist to it, or extend it slightly. This makes the submissive acutely aware of just who is in charge, and makes them think of even a most mundane task to ensure that they are following the rule. One Domme I know had a rule that Her submissive always wore black socks. One day, She suddenly tells the submissive that he is to wear navy blue socks today. Later, when getting dressed, the submissive had to check his automatic behaviour of reaching for black hose, and this bought his Mistress sharply to the forefront of his mind. Why change the rule? Because it pleases the Dominant to do so – and makes the submissive think about Her whenever he catches a glimpse of his socks that day.

Obviously, where there are rules, there are also sanctions for breaking that rule. Sanctions and punishments must fit the crime, and a caring Dominant might first ask themselves why a rule was broken or not followed. It could be that the submissive was unable to follow a rule because of outside factors. A rule that the submissive always has a cold beverage waiting for their Dominant when they come in from work may be broken because the submissive is called away, or that the electricity failed. In such cases, the submissive will probably be punishing themselves enough, and a word or two expressing disappointment will be enough of a punishment. 

However, a major breach of a rule requires a sterner action. Imagine there is a rule that the submissive may not chat in a sexual way with another, unless having been given prior permission or is under direction from the Dominant at the time. For the first breach, a submissive might expect a stern lecture followed by some form of corporal punishment; a second breach of this rule would almost certainly spell banishment. 

Rituals

Rituals are used to add a depth to the D/s relationship. Ritualistic behaviour gives a submissive an opportunity of showing their love and devotion to the One they have chosen to serve. Almost anything can be made into a ritual – from serving a meal or a drink, to getting ready for bed. Rituals can be as simple or as complex as the participants wish them to be. What works for one D/s couple, will not work for another. What must be remembered is that, just as no two people are exactly the same (even identical twins have small differences) then no two relationships will be identical – this goes for D/s relationships almost more than non-D/s relationships.

Rituals may also serve to show a submissive just how much the Dominant cares for them, for most rituals require the participation of both people.

Rituals may grow over time as the relationship deepens and matures. They may also be adapted to suit a variety of surroundings. This enables the Dominant and submissive alike to share a private moment in a very public place, which, in turn, confirms the Domination and submission.

One such ritual my Master and I have in place is the serving and eating of food. At home, I will always serve Him first, ensuring that food is presented pleasingly; that the correct cutlery is to hand; His favourite condiments are available for Him to use if He so wishes. I will not season or taste my food until He has taken the first mouthful and given me permission to eat. When we are alone, there is the added ritual that I serve Him naked, and wait by His chair until told otherwise. When we are with the family I am obviously clothed, but will not seat myself until given the signal to do so. When out at a self-service restaurant, I ensure that all the necessary items are on the table and wait to begin eating until the given discrete signal. In each circumstance, the small ritual being followed serves as a reminder and reinforcement of His Domination and my submission.

Any submissive has free choice to submit. It is a precious gift they give to the Dominant. Rules and rituals can be a small way for a Dominant to show that They care enough to give the life of Their submissive the structure and direction the submissive yearns for. They are also the building blocks for the relationship on which it might grow and flourish. Just as strong foundations in a building will allow for extensions to be added later, a firm foundation in any relationship will allow both people to grow together. Rules and rituals form the foundations – the sexual scenes and playtime are the icing and decoration on the cake.



Rules Are Made To Be Broken



I met Janie for the first time in the hot tub at the gym. It was late, but I’d had a hard workout and I needed the relaxation of the soothing hot water, and had almost fallen asleep before she came in. She had a towel wrapped around her and looked surprised when she saw she wasn’t alone. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought everyone had gone,” She said, “I’m Janie. I work in the office and lock up at night. I usually slip in here for a soak before I go home.”

“Is it that late already?” I asked, “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

“No, stay, it won’t hurt anything. I don’t mind the company, and we’re the only two left here, so no one will know. Rules are made to be broken, they say.” 

“Ok,” I said, “My name is Marie, and I really could use the extra time, my body is really tight tonight.”

“It’s settled then,” Janie said.

She removed her towel, and to my surprise, was naked underneath … very naked. She had a wonderful body, the kind I was working out daily trying to get. Small and tight, with short black hair and green eyes, she was beautiful. I tried not to stare as she stepped into the tub, but I couldn’t help noticing her tiny pink nipples when they stood up tall when her feet touched the water, and the shaved clean pussy between her legs—like I said, she was beautiful, and I was beginning to get horny just looking at this wondrous nymphet. I hadn’t been laid in a long time, but was about to get ideas about dear little Janie.

We made small talk for a bit as we got to know one another better, and let the hot steamy waters work their magic, and I eventually worked my way over next to her as we talked. The talk turned to sex, and I found out she was straight, but like me, hadn’t been laid in quite a while. I was getting very turned on by this young woman and made up my mind not to let this chance pass by without taking a shot, so I moved in close to her.

“Janie, you have such beautiful hair and skin, do you use anything special on them?” 

As I said this, I reached, brushed her hair back from her face, and softly stroked her forehead and let my fingers trace down the side of her face.

“No, I don’t,” She said. She gave a nervous little laugh and pulled away just a tiny bit.

“But you must do something,” I said, “It’s so soft.”

I let my fingers continue down onto her throat, and she gave a shiver, and despite the hot water, goose bumps rose on her skin. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“What are you doing?” She asked, but didn’t move.

“You’re so beautiful and soft, I can’t help it,” I said.

“Wait,” She said, “I’m not like that … I’m straight.”

She started to rise up, but I moved tight into her and took her face into both hands, and looked into her eyes. “But I’m like that,” I said, and kissed her. It was a long deep kiss, she was so shocked she didn’t fight me at first, and when she did I held her face tight to me and kissed her deeper, forcing my tongue past her lips until she opened for me and took me in. She kissed me back and it turned into a long passionate first kiss that sent a hot flash through my thighs and deep inside my pussy.

When we broke for air, she gasped and said, “What do you think you’re doing? I’m not gay!”

“Oh, but sweetheart,” I said, “I’m gay enough for both of us.”

She tried to move away from me, but I was pressed into her, and she couldn’t move. As she wriggled to free herself, I straddled her right leg and pinned it against my pussy. Her eyes got bigger as she felt me there and then my right hand moved between her legs to her pussy and slipped a finger between her labia lips. Her eyes got big as saucers and she let out a rush of ragged breath … twice.

“Oh God, Marie, shit … oh shit!” She said, “What are you doing to me?” But she was no longer running from me, and she now had a hand in my hair holding it tight, pulling my face to hers. We kissed again—hard and deep, as I slipped two fingers deep inside her and raked the front wall of her vagina as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. She moaned and reached for my left breast and squeezed hard—very hard. I moaned with pleasure as she pinched my nipple so hard it shot pain through my insides.

I bit her lip, pulled her hair till she let go, saw her smile … smiled back at her, and lifted her by my hand in her pussy to the side of the tub. I pushed her onto her back and spread her silky thighs wide in front of me, and went in for the coup de grace! There was no time for pleasantries here, just raw sex as I placed my mouth on her pussy and swept my tongue between her labia lips as my fingers kept their grip inside her. I twirled my tongue around her clitoris as my mouth covered it and sucked it into my mouth. I reached with my left hand, took her nipple in my fingers and pinched hard until I heard her gasp with pain and pull at my hair, then pinched harder. She slapped me hard on the side of my face, and I saw silver dots in my eyes.

“Yes, … damn.” She said.

I bit her clitoris just a little bit, not hard, and she settled down. Then I twisted her nipple as I sucked her clit hard again and she started to buck under me. At the same time I stroked her with my fingers inside her, and twirled my tongue around and around her now hard clitoris as fast as I could. She came with a scream and both hands in my hair, pulling for all she was worth. It hurt like hell, but I loved it! She continued to buck and moan for a full minute as I rode her until she settled down. 

I raked her stomach with my nails as I rose up from the tub and sat on the side next to her and kissed her again, softer this time. She kissed me back just as soft and very sensually. 

“I guess you are like that, after all, huh?” I said.

“I guess I am,” She replied with a long contented sigh.

“Well, don’t get too comfortable … it’s my turn now,” I said.

“I don’t know what to do,” She said.

“You’ve got years to learn,” I said, “Starting right now.”

“Yes,” She said with a smile.

“Yes, what?” I asked.

“Yes, Miss Marie!”

End



Rules are Made to be Broken



i've been a bad girl today, and my Mistress is not happy.

It all started this morning when She told me that She was going out for a while. She did not say how long She would be gone nor did i expect her to.

But my Mistress does as my Mistress does.

When i first met my Mistress i was very young and innocent. Maybe not in age, as I was over 18, but in experience and understanding. Mistress taught me all i know. my Mistress told me that i would obey her at all times and i was given a clear list of things i was supposed to do or not do.

Rule 1: The Mistress is always right.

Rule 2. i am her property to do with as She wants.

Rule 3. No touching Her cunt or Her tits or Her arse unless given permission.

There were many other rules of course. Like how to sit – on my knees with my legs spread. Or, if allowed to sit on a couch or chair with my legs spread as wide open as they can go.

When Mistress thinks i have been bad and is undecided on how to punish me, She makes me go to a corner of the room, with my head bowed, my back arched and my arms around my head. my legs are at all times to be spread. Sometimes Mistress will sit and watch TV or go on the computer and leave me there for a while. Sometimes my stays in the corner are short lived as i am lead away for spankings and manipulations. 

But i want to tell you about my day today, as i mentioned i have been a very bad girl. When Mistress went out i roamed the house looking for something to do. i decided to go on the computer and after a few games of dice i made my way into literotica. 

i am a kinky kind of person, sometimes when i am being fucked by Mistress i call her Mummy, She likes this and plays along with my game. It makes me so hot when i hear Her asking if She likes Mummy fucking Her little girl's tight pussy. 

Today i was feeling kinky and decided to look at some pictures to aid my reading. The pictures and stories were of fisting. i have never done this, my pussy is so small and tight. It is one of the things Mistress loves about me. 7 inches is a strain for me. 

i settled on one story and was reading thru it. Wow sounded like the girl really got off on it, but when i looked at the pictures of girls being fisted i couldn't imagine it was me. But i tried. 

Pretty soon i started to get really wet. my fingers desperately wanted to touch my pussy, it was getting harder to ignore it. The throb of my clit was getting more intense, the more stories i read, the more pictures i looked at until i couldn't help it anymore and my fingers were desperately pawing at my clit and pussy. 

That's when i heard a cough. my fingers froze instantly. i looked around and saw Her standing there with a sardonic look on Her face as She said "please don't let me stop you". i knew from Her tone that She was angry. The guilty look on my face told Her that i knew i was in trouble. i wanted to throw myself on the ground at Her feet and beg for mercy but i knew there would be none. i had transgressed. Instead i hung my head down and sat with my hands in my lap waiting Her further instruction.

"To the corner Slut. Now" oh my that is a hard tone. i am right there is no mercy for me. i slowly make my way to the corner but pick up the pace when Mistress gives me a shove from behind. i settle into position and wait. i am not allowed to look and see what Mistress is doing, that is also forbidden. 

i hear footsteps as She walks away from me and i hear clicking sounds. i know She is checking the computer to see what i have been reading. my fear is becoming more intense. my exposed spread pussy is still wet and aching from my touching before, maybe if i wiggle my hips a little. Oh better not. i'm in enough trouble as it is.

The footsteps again as they move out of the room. Things are quiet except for the occasional draw opening. The tap running. What is going on? Then i hear footsteps again. She is coming back. Closer, closer, closer....

WHACK! i jump. i cannot help it. That hurt. It is a whip. 

1 time

2 times

3 times

i am crying i cannot stop. "i'm sorry Mistress, i'm so sorry!" i cry. But i feel another one this time lower on my backside towards my thighs. Oh my God that hurts. Never before has Mistress been this hard on me. i have been spanked,paddled, smacked with belts, but never this! i didn't even know Mistress had a whip. 

Mistress stops Her beating and tells me that i am nothing but a slut who deserves to be taught a lesson. A lesson that would never be forgotten. She tells me i should shut up and take what is that i have coming to me. 

WHACK! 

WHACK!

Mistress says "I had settled on 5 but when you spoke you stupid little bitch I knew that you deserved another one."

my arse was killing me, it had been a sharp stinging pain that had turned deeper and was now just a deep intense throbbing pain. my muscles were protesting, my flesh was burning. i was sobbing so hard, my face had tears and snot everywhere. Mistress pulled my head up by my hair and stared deep into my wounded eyes. Suddenly She kissed me hard and savagely and i knew that any tenderness my pain might have caused was not an option today. 

"Crawl behind me Slut" with that Mistress turned around and walked out of the door with Her head held high. Just like She knew i would follow. Which of course i did. i crawled behind Mistress until W/we ended up in the bedroom. She told me to lay back on the bed with my arms spread and my legs spread. This i did with no hesitation.

After i was bound Mistress came and sat straight on my face and told me to lick Her pussy until She told me to stop. i licked around Her clit slowly, making circles with my tongue, then moving down i would suck the outer lips of Her wetness and then purposely drive my tongue as deep as i could into her inner core. 

This is what i desired. This is what i lived for. i was getting turned on even more, my breathing was becoming ragged. But not as ragged as my Mistresses. She was moaning and telling me that She loved the way i worshipped Her. That She had taught me how to lick pussy so well. That i was a good learner. i had learned many lessons. 

She stopped suddenly and i was left feeling alone, but soon i saw that my Mistress was turning around. She presented Her beautiful Rose Bud to my mouth and i joyously made love to Her arse and Her pussy. Her hips were bucking with my ministrations and i was sucking greedily on her clit when i felt her coming. Her moaning had turned to cries of yes and i increased my motions even tho my tongue was aching and my neck was hurting from straining to reach all parts of Her. 

Suddenly i felt a flow and ducked my lips to Her pussy to catch the juices that my Mistress spilled for me. Mistress is a squirter and i lap and suck and drink as much as i can. As She slowly stops moving She deliberately rubs Her pussy all over my face coating me in Her juices. Oh She smelled as good as She tasted! 

i feel Her hands on my cunt. i know i am wet i can feel my juices dripping down my arse cheeks. "Mmmmmm" she purrs "I am right you are a little slut." 

Easily She sticks one finger in my pussy and soon that is not enough for Her. Her ring finger joins the middle finger. Keeping Her fingers inside me She moved off me and around me, once she had settled in a comfortable position sitting in between my spread legs, Her fingers started pumping in and out of my sopping cunt. 

i closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. i felt Her add another finger. my pussy was definitely starting to feel fuller now but this was not unpleasant. 

In fact i was liking this a lot. i was trying to move to hump Her fingers but was hampered by the ties. i was feeling frustrated but Mistress told me to relax. That is when I felt the fourth finger enter in me. Yes i was definitely feeling full now, but her fingers were merciless in their movement. In, out, twisting, hard, slow, fast, gentle. 

i couldn't bear it anymore and when Mistress touched my clit i burst. i came in waves. It felt so good! It was while i was coming down from this that i realised that Mistress was still fucking me but this time Her thumb had joined the party. Oh my God She was going to fist me! 

i tried to protest, to say no that i didn't want this but She was not listening to me. i struggled against my bonds until Mistress grabbed one of my small tits really hard and squeezed with all Her strength. This ceased all movement instantly, except that i tried to arch my body upward to relieve this sudden pressure. 

my Mistress told me this was going happen whether i liked it or not so i might as well just accept it, however if i wasn't going to shut up i could be gagged. my choice. 

i promised to be good and tried to relax. Mistress started to fuck me again with Her whole hand. i was stretching more than i thought i could. The pain was becoming very hard to bear, and just when i couldn't take it anymore Mistress stopped pushing Her hand inside me and announced that my cunt was so big that it could take Her fist down past her wrist. 

She gave me a moment to get used to this really full feeling. i could feel her right through to my stomach it seemed. The fist started to move again, this time i was being pounded and i could do nothing but lay there and enjoy it. i could feel my orgasm starting to build again. 

Mistress could tell this because my head was tossing to and fro, my breathing was laboured and i was moaning so loud. i could hear how wet my pussy was with the movement on her hand and that just drove me further along until i was tumbling over the edge. my whole body was in spasms. i was trembling all over. i could barely speak as my Mistress gently withdrew Her had very slowly from my cunt. When Her hand was gone i felt empty but sore. 

my Mistress had one more thing in store for me and i knew as soon as she positioned herself above my face what it was. i closed my eyes opened my mouth and soon felt the warm taste of Her tangy piss as it landed in my open funnel. i drank every last drop and then stretched to lick the last juices from Her pussy. 

She got up and left the room for a second but was back shortly with some cream that She rubbed around my cunt and on my clit. She untied me, turned me over and rubbed the cream into the whip marks on my arse and legs. I was allowed to sleep then. 

So that is what happened. i was a very bad girl today... i wonder what other mischief I can get up to...



Rules are Made to be Broken



"What are you thinking?" You ask.

I don't reply, I can't. I'm trying so hard to be good, to not touch you, I promised I wouldn't, and yet you seem to be trying your hardest to push my endurance to its limits.

I don't understand you sometimes.

I don't understand myself.

***

Sitting on the beach again you reach out and push me. I know what you're trying to do. I want to grab your arms and pull you on top of me. But I don't. I promised.

Besides, in 20 minutes my parking runs out and I'll need to move the car. I know the moment you touch me I'll lose track of time. But still, my mind wanders...

It wouldn't take much, a quick tug on your wrists and you'd be falling on top of me. Your body pressed hard against mine. Would you pull away? I don't think so. Perhaps. Who knows? 

I'd let my hands slip under your sweater, under your T-shirt, until I could feel your bare skin beneath my fingers. Reach up further to run my hands up your back to your shoulders. Close my eyes. Kiss you.

***

"What?" you ask. I've been staring again haven't I. Damn my brain! I blame you, you're teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh!

Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it's an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly things?

In the car I drive, you rest your hand on my leg, teasing me, I make you take it back. Rules are rules. As soon as I do I kick myself, mentally obviously, what the hell am I thinking? You want to touch me, I want to touch you, we break every other bloody rule we set, why not this one as well? 

Because you warned me this would happen of course. That you'd want to 'indulge' me, and then you'd feel bad. And then I'd feel bad. And I don't want to spoil the good memories I have of this by bringing in bad ones. And I want your memories of this to be good as well. Why is life so complicated?

***

I park the car at the end of the beach and we walk again. We sit on a concrete block, I take off my shoes, you lie back, I spread out my jacket and sit cross legged looking at you.

"What?" You ask.

Your hand lifts my dress and you peek underneath. I glare, you lower it again. OK it's not touching as such but it's against the spirit of the rule.

You close your eyes and slide your hand up my leg. What happened to no touching?

I ask you this and you move your hand away, I want it back, damn you!

You tell me you need to leave in 15 minutes and until then I can do whatever I want.

I wish I could.

I take your hand and pull you up so you're sitting facing me. Under some feeble pretence I lay my legs over yours and lean forward until your forehead is resting on mine, your hands on my waist, mine slipping under your T-shirt to stroke your skin. I close my eyes.

In this position it would be so easy to kiss you, but I don't. Not because I don't want to, but because I know if I start something then I'll want to go way beyond kissing and rules are rules.

My mind wanders...

If I moved my head just ever so slightly then I could kiss you. Just softly. Gently. Then harder. Your hands would start to wander. I'd moan quietly against your mouth. Undo your trousers.

You'd sit on the edge of the block and I'd lift my dress up a little so I could sit on your lap facing you. It's a long dress, it would look reasonably innocent from a distance.

I'd move myself closer to you and release your cock from your trousers, under my dress obviously, there are still people around.

I'd move my panties to one side and lift up before sinking down onto your cock. I wouldn't bother about going slow this time, I'd just want you inside me.

And then I'd just sit there, enjoying the feel of you stretching me, until the people walked past again, just kissing you, my arms resting on your shoulders, my hands linked behind your head. Your hands on my hips, rubbing slowly over the material of my dress, your cock twitching inside me. I can imagine it so clearly.

What would I do then? I don't know, maybe I'd just stay like that for the remainder of the 15 minutes, there can't be long left, maybe I'd take advantage of an absence of people to ride you hard and fast so that we were both panting and satisfied afterwards. But if I'd kissed you, that would be how it ended.

***

15 minutes up, I open my eyes and reluctantly pull on my socks, your hand, once again, sliding beneath my dress whilst I'm occupied.

We walk back along the beach and I put my arm round your waist, yours round my shoulder.

In the car I rest my hand on your leg. You rest yours on mine, scraping your nails over my skin in that way you know I can't resist. Concentrating on driving is a struggle. You know this. I think you enjoy that knowledge.

Back at our starting point I take your hand, you climb out of the car, just touching one finger to my finger. Then you're gone.

***

Was I disappointed? Not at all. 

I just wanted to see you. Anything more was a bonus.



Rules are Rules



Sohail left his BMW with the valet, entered the hotel lobby, and got into the elevator. He knew the room number, as she had called him after she checked in. He got off on the proper floor, and headed for the room. Stopping in front of her door, Sohail took a moment to compose himself. He'd never done this before, and frankly, was having second thoughts. Well, actually, more like tenth, fiftieth, or maybe hundredth thoughts. But, you only live once, he told himself, so let's just go for it. Sohail reached out to knock on the door. 

Alia was sitting on the bed in the nice hotel room. It may not have been the best hotel in L.A., but it was more than sufficient for their needs. She too had never done this sort of thing before. But, they had discussed it for weeks, and had established some pretty stringent ground rules, so she was comfortable with it. Still, when she heard the knock, she was startled for a second. She took a deep breath, then crossed to the door and opened it. 

Sohail and Alia stared at each other a moment, Sohail's brown eyes boring into Alia's soulful green eyes. 

"You are so gorgeous," Sohail said. 

Alia blushed, and pulled her black hair back, off her face. "And you are my handsome prince," Alia replied back. 

They exchanged a smile. "So, we okay on this?" Sohail asked. 

"Yeah. Come on in," Alia said. 

Sohail entered the room to find Alia had put soft classical on the stereo, and he noticed a vanilla candle burning. "I poured us some drinks," Alia said. "A Soda for you, and a Ice Tea for me." 

Sohail wasn't really interested in a drink right now, but if Alia had gone to the trouble, he didn't want to disappoint her. Frankly, Alia thought a drink might help make this day, this very unusual Saturday, go a little smoother. 

Putting down her now empty tumbler of Ice Tea, Alia stood up in front of Sohail. Sohail put down his drink as well. They both knew it was time. Tension filled the air. 

"I hope you wore your Boxers because I made sure to wear my Lace robe," Alia said, the ice breaking a little as they both smiled. 

"You'll know soon enough," Sohail replied. 

Alia removed the jacket of the nice suit she wore. Sohail stood, then slipped off his jacket and began to loosen his tie. They both stepped out of their shoes, Sohail quickly pushing off his socks as well. Sohail began to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling his tie off with his other hand. Alia began unbuttoning her shirt as well. Sohail couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful woman undressing in front of him. Look at her, he thought. Does anyone, anywhere, have a more gorgeous ass than Alia? Soon, each had unbuttoned and removed their shirt. He's got a gorgeous chest, Alia thought, strong and covered with black hair. As for Sohail, he just wanted to see what was underneath Alia's lacy bra. Would she take it off now, or slip off her skirt? 

Alia moved on to the skirt, unzipping its side. Sohail loosened his belt, and unzipped his pants. Alia let her skirt fall to the floor, and stepped out of it. She was now down to just that bra and her tiny panties. Sohail pushed his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. His cock was partially hard already, pushing against his underwear. Alia glanced down at it, then looked back up. She removed her bra, allowing Sohail to finally take in her breasts. Sohail didn't want to stare, but they were so lovely. God, he wanted to kiss them, lick them. But then, that would be against the rules... 

And finally, each pushed down and stepped out of their last shred of clothing. Sohail's cock was fully hard now, pointing directly at Alia, standing just a few feet from him. It fits him perfectly, Alia thought. Not too big, not too small, just right. Sohail didn't want to stare at Alia's pussy either, so he took it in with a glance. Gorgeous, he thought, full and neatly trimmed -- just like he expected. Sohail reached out a hand toward her. She shook her head no, not taking it. 

"Just let me hold your hand," Sohail said. 

"We can't," Alia replied. It was so hard for her to say no. Alia wanted so badly to touch him. He's so handsome. And just look at his abs... 

"Do you want to lie down?" Sohail asked.

"Yeah. What about you?" Alia replied. 

"I want to stand," he said. "So I can see you better." 

She nodded an okay, then moved to the bed, where she lay down. Sohail moved to end of the bed, standing between Alia's feet. They were both a little hesitant now; after all, what they were about to do was, in some ways, even more intimate than actually fucking. Sohail ran his hand across his chest. Alia's hand stroked her flank, and then down by her hip. Finally, Sohail grasped his hard cock. But he didn't begin to pump it yet - he just held it. Alia slowly parted her legs, her knees rolling outward, the soles of her feet pushing together. Her right hand inched down across her belly, into her pubic hair, and then into her slit. It was already glistening with her juices. Sohail began to slowly pump his hard cock, his eyes riveted on Alia's fingers in her pussy. 

The middle finger of Alia's right hand continued down her slit to the very bottom, where she gathered some moisture, and then slid it slowly up toward her clit. With her left hand, she gently played with her left nipple. She just rested that middle finger to the side of her clit for a moment, her eyes locked on Sohail's cock and the fist that slowly slid up and down it. 

"Have you ever thought about me when you've done this?" Sohail asked. 

"A lot," Alia replied, now beginning to move that middle finger against her clit. 

"And what have you imagined?" he asked. 

Answered Alia: "Kissing you. Touching your cock. Sucking it. Then fucking you. And coming so good when you come in me." 

"We can do all that. And more," Sohail said. 

"Not now," Alia said. "Maybe someday, but not today." 

Sohail nodded as he continued to stroke himself. 

"What about you? You ever think of me while doing this?" Alia asked. 

"Me? I never jerk off." Sohail said. Startled, Alia took her eyes off his cock to look at Sohail, then saw the smile on his face. 

"All the time, baby," he said. "You're my number one fantasy. And I can't believe I'm doing this with you." A

lia began to rock her hips slightly. Her breathing became deeper, her finger moved faster, as her clit felt like it had electricity flowing through it. Sohail slowed his stroking as his cock began to twitch of its own accord. 

"You ever put a finger in?" Sohail asked. "Not usually," Alia said in loud whisper. "Just when I'm really, really turned on." 

And with that, she slid her left hand from her breast, and plunged its middle finger deep inside her pussy. 

"Oh God," Sohail said. "I wanna do that sooo bad." 

Alia keep her right finger busy on her clit, and slowly swirled her left middle finger in her hole. She was so wide open now, so totally exposed to Sohail. Her leaned forward for an even closer view, and breathed deeply of her warm scent. Sohail had to grasp his cock now to keep from coming. 

"Come on, tell me how you'd fuck me," Alia said. 

"I'd put it in you so nice and slow." Sohail said. 

"Yeah," said Alia breathlessly, her fingers now moving at lightning speed. "I can feel it. I can feel you splitting me open." 

"Oh yeah," Sohail continued, his hand moving slowly as he fought for control. "You are so wet. And so hot. And I slide all the way in, then pull it all the way back out." 

"That's just how I love it," Alia said, now adding a second finger to the one immersed in her pussy. Her hips continued to buck. 

"And then I'd just tease you a little," Sohail went on. "Just push it in a fraction, then pull it back. Over and over."

Alia recreated the effect with her own fingers, just teasing the outer opening of her pussy. 

"Just like that," Sohail said. 

"You'd make me so crazy," Alia said. "You are making me crazy. Oh God, I am so close." 

"Let it go," Sohail gasped. "I wanna see you come." 

"I can feel it," Alia said. "I can feel the head of your cock just inside my pussy. And it's twitching. You wanna come so badly." 

"I do," Sohail said. "So I'd push in a little more. Slowly. You are so wet. You are so hot." 

"Oh yeah," Alia gasped, a warmth spreading from her clit down through her thighs. "You are in me so deep again. And I'm squeezing on you." 

Sohail was feeling the come mass in his dick now. The tension was spreading from his cock up through his torso, as he said, "But then I start thrusting. All the way in and all the way out. Deep into you, as deep as I can, over and over and over..." Sohail pumped his cock with full strokes now, his eyes locked on the action at Alia's pussy. 

Alia began to let out a series of little grunts, her hips bucking uncontrollably as the finger on her clit went into overdrive, the two in her pussy pistoning in and out. The grunts turned to moans as Alia barreled headlong toward her orgasm, staring at Sohail's dick and the hand that stroked it. 

And then, as each was within seconds of coming, without a word, and simultaneously, they both looked away from the other's genitals, and into the other's eyes. Sohail locked eyes with Alia as he felt himself tense for his final explosion. And Alia looked into Sohail's eyes as she felt herself build to a crescendo. And finally, with a grunt, Sohail came, shooting spurt after spurt of come onto the bed. And Alia, with a low moan, exploded in her orgasm as well, her fingers holding in their positions, as waves of pleasure ran through her. Still their eyes remained locked on one another's. And then they both let out long sighs. Followed by warm smiles. 

As they were finishing getting dressed, Alia said, "If you're not pressed for time, we could order some room service. They've got Chinese." 

"I'd love to stay, but I really need to get home," Sohail said. "I, uh, I need to feed my cat." 

"I understand," Alia replied, appreciating the lie. They smiled at each other again. 

"Could I kiss you goodbye?" Sohail asked. 

Alia just shook her head "no." 

"Okay," he said. "Another time." 

With a last look back, Sohail walked out of the hotel room. They had stuck to the ground rules, and had never even touched. So they hadn't done anything wrong. Right...?



Rules Ch. 01



Ruby knew she had been disobedient and awaited the punishment she had no doubt would be swift and severe. Sitting quietly in the living room she awaited his return, thinking back on the events of the day.

She had been awoken before dawn to the warm, moist feel of Mikes's tongue laving her swollen, wet pussy. Thinking it was a most amazing dream, she let herself sink into the incredibly pleasurable feelings that were washing over her. It wasn't until she felt her clit between his lips, being sensuously tortured by his tongue that she woke fully to realize it wasn't a dream. He knew her so well. He knew every place to nibble and how to stroke her until her mind clouded over with a hazy fog of endless passion. "I'm so close baby, so close.... Let me come... Please" was her breathy plea. Bringing her to that point, nearly to the edge, he had stopped. Raising his head from it's position between her smooth, creamy thighs he caught her eyes with his and told her in a commanding voice.

"You will not come today until I see fit to let you."

Covering her face to stifle a testy comment, she groaned inwardly. "Just great" Ruby thought sarcastically. "As if I'm not already moody enough, now I'm going to be moody AND horny.... That's just perfect".

In an even deeper tone, his voice intruded into her thoughts.

"This isn't a game Love. Do not come unless you are prepared to suffer the consequences."

With a gusty sigh, she nodded to show her understanding. As much as she liked to think she was in charge of things, she knew, without a doubt, who mastered her. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as the sternness melted from his face and he smiled brightly. "Shake a leg, baby" He said in an all too chipper voice as he swatted her outer thigh gently, "We've got things to do today." 

With that, he bounded out of the bed and into the shower.

Later, after masturbating twice, but not coming either time, she called to tell him she was going out to Starbucks for a quick drink and chat with her best friend Allison. The minute the words left her mouth, she sensed a sudden change in his demeanor, even over the phone. His next words came out a smooth, gentle purr. 

"Bring her back to the house, and fuck her" He commanded, reveling at how much power he wielded over her actions.

"Can I orgasm then?" She asked, thinking the answer would be a very obvious "Yes".

"No" He ordered her. "You are to lick her pussy, and make her come. She is to lick yours as well, but if you come Ruby....... There will be consequences. Do you understand me?"

"Yes baby, I understand" Came her answer, in a quiet whisper.



After spending some time chatting and enjoying their time together, Ruby knew it was time to get down to business. She looked Ali dead in the eyes and said "I'm horny. I need you, right now". Ali was never one to turn away from a friend in need, and was ready and willing to help Ruby out now as she had done so many times in the past. Just thinking about the taste of Ruby's sweet pussy made her wet. No longer able to concentrate on their casual outing, Ali looked at her and inclined her head toward the front door. Ruby nodded, took some money out of her purse to cover their bill, and together, they walked to the parking lot. Driving fast, they made it to Ruby's house in less than ten minutes.

Not wasting any time, they dispensed with the formalities and tore at each other's clothing. Ali was starving for a taste of Ruby, and Ruby was dying to come, as she had been almost there three times already today, only to have to hold herself back. Kissing as they wound their way through the house towards the bedroom, their journey ceased when they made it as far as the plush carpeted staircase, where Ruby pushed Ali to her back and knelt between her parted thighs. She knew all the places Ali liked touched, and lightly scored the soft skin of her inner thigh with a manicured nail. Feeling Ali's response to her touch, Ruby smiled. Leaning forward slightly, she blew a steady stream of cool air at the wetness that was pooling between her thighs. Again, she felt Ali respond immediately. Feeling another positive response, she decided not to make her wait any longer. Parting the lips of her perfectly waxed pussy gently, she looked intently at the treasure hidden within for a moment before bringing her mouth down upon the moist, sensitive skin that awaited. Licking her tender skin in long, circular motions, before long she knew Ali was about to come. Deepening the pressure of her tongue, she licked harder, and right as she was about to come, Ruby slid two fingers deep into her wet hole. Her hand slapped wetly at the opening, and she felt Ali grinding her hips and pulling her hair as an orgasm ripped through her. Not letting her catch her breath, Ruby kept going, licking, finger fucking, knowing she could give her another. After coming a second time, Ali lay there panting to catch her breath. Once she had done so, she looked up like a cat stalking a mouse. Ruby smiled, knowing she was in for an incredible time.

Switching places, Ruby now lay on the stairs with Ali kneeling on the landing in front of her. Slowly, Ali ran her hands along Ruby's lusciously proportioned legs, all the way up to the juncture of her thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off of Ruby's pussy, and moving her face closer, she could see that it was absolutely soaking wet with juices. Running her hand along Ruby's slit, she felt the moisture gather on her fingers. Shifting slightly, she coaxed Ruby to open her mouth and taste her own musky wetness. Ruby moaned low in her throat as she tasted herself on Ali's fingers and knew she was going to break the rules. And since she wasn't one to simply break rules, she tended to blow them up, she grabbed her cell phone off of the stair nearby that it was resting on. Punching in his cell number, she let the phone ring. Ali took Ruby's distraction as her opportunity to begin and leaned forward and took her swollen clit deep into her mouth. Ruby's breath came out in a strangled hiss of passion right as Mike's voice came alive over the phone. She didn't say a word, just moaned in passion as Ali stroked her plump, pink, wet pussy over and over with her tongue. Shifting a little, Ali slid two fingers deep into Ruby's waiting hole and loved hearing the mewling sounds coming from above her as Ruby ground her hips trying to take more. 

All the while he listened at the other end of the cell phone connection. His cock was rock hard and straining uncomfortably against his work trousers. Hearing her breathy moans of passion and pleasure in his ear both made him jealous, and aroused him immensely. He knew how her breasts would look, flushed with passion, her nipples beaded tightly, begging for attention. Her head would be thrown back, exposing the graceful lines of her lovely neck. She would be catching her lower lip between her teeth, trying to hold off her climax as he had commanded. Suddenly, he heard her breathing change, and knew how close she was. "Back off baby, you're not allowed" He warned her, but he knew his warning came too late as he heard her low, shuddering moans of pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic pulses washed over her body. His erection got even harder, something he didn't know was possible until he felt the painful pressure of it stiffening even more. 

She had willingly broken the rules.

Now she would suffer the consequences.

He listened to her catch her breath and when it returned to normal he brought his lips to the phone and said in an all to quiet, somewhat menacing voice "I'll be home soon. You had better be there when I get there." And with that, he hung up.



Rules Ch. 02



Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Ruby heard his key turn in the lock. With apprehension mixed with a bit of excitement, she stood up as Mike entered the room. For a few moments all she could do was admire him. He was dangerously sexy with dark hair sprinkled with distinguishing gray, which instead of making him look old, increased his sex appeal. He had the kind of build that made many a woman's mouth water. Wide shoulders and broad chest tapered down to a trim waist and perfectly shaped ass, he was as close to perfection as one could hope to become. He walked with an almost animal-like grace; full of confidence and sexuality. He went nowhere without turning heads.

With her wide blue gaze fixed on him, Mike shrugged out of his coat and hung it in the cloak closet. Completely ignoring her, he sat down on the couch to take his shoes off. Ruby sat back down on the chair she had previously occupied, wondering when the ball was going to drop. She watched him as he got up and walked toward the bedroom, stripping his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt as he went. 

Once again, Ruby was left alone with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Was he really angry? She wondered to herself. No, she knew if he was angry he would have pounced on her, leveling accusations the minute he walked in the door. This tense silence was something totally foreign to her, and made her anxious. She wondered if mayb.....

*Click*

Before she even realized what happened, she was handcuffed to the chair upon which she sat. She hadn't heard him approach her from behind, and because she was so intent on her own thoughts, she was unable to gather her wits enough to fight back when his strong hands clamped down on either of her wrists, pulling them around behind her and clicking them firmly into place in the Government Issue handcuffs.

"Tonight Love," He said "You'll learn never to disobey me again".

She smiled a little smugly as he walked away from her towards the door, thinking of all the incredibly sensual things he would do to her. She knew from much experience that he was an amazingly sexual man. He was a bottomless well of desire, and she loved that he was never too tired for her.

Her smug smile faded from her face when he opened the door and Julie stood on the other side. Ruby's face clouded over with confusion as he took Julie's coat from her and led her into the living room. Staring at her, Ruby was finally able to catch her eye, and the look that she saw there annoyed her. Whatever was about to happen, Julie was in on it. What on earth could they have planne.......

Ruby's thought trailed off to nothing when Mike stepped up behind Julie and gently swept her wavy blonde hair away from her neck. Julie leaned back into him and tipped her head off to the side, granting him access to the slim line of her exposed throat. Dipping his head down, he flicked gentle kisses along the smooth delicate skin he encountered. Ruby saw Julie's eyes close in pleasure and felt the redness swim before her eyes. 

Fury.

She had never felt such red hot fury in her life. It was so strong she could almost taste it.

"Don't you dare" She warned him, "I swear to God I'll never forgive either of you if you do this". 

"Sometimes, you need to learn things the hard way Ruby. I will teach you never to disobey me, unless you are willing to suffer the consequences" He told her in a soft, almost condescending voice.

Shifting her gaze, she looked at Julie "You won't do it, I know you won't" She spat furiously.

"Oh Ruby, don't be so certain. You are always telling me how great he is in bed, and now I get to see if you're right" Julie replied bluntly.

All the while the conversation was taking place; Julie and Mike were slowly pulling one another's clothing away. Within seconds of Ruby falling silent they both stood fully nude before her. They both wore their nudity gloriously and shameless.

Seeing his cock swollen and full further enraged Ruby. He wanted Julie, she could tell. The proof was standing blatantly before her. She was past anger. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the scene before her.

Smiling to each other, Julie and Mike exchanged a glance. They both knew this was all being done to bring the darkness out of Ruby. It was an awesome thing to behold, and came out directly relating to sex. By seeing the two of them together, there was no way she could hold it in, try as hard as she might, she would never be strong enough, and they both knew that. 

Stepping towards one another, their lips met in a fiery kiss. They were both amazingly turned on knowing what this was doing to Ruby, trapped helplessly on the chair. Underneath her haze of fury, she would be more turned on than she had ever been before, and the passion, anger and jealousy would combine to unleash an absolute unstoppable dark force inside of her. 

Breaking their kiss, Mike encouraged Julie to lie back on the couch and knelt between her sun kissed, buttery smooth thighs. He positioned himself carefully so as to not obstruct Ruby's view of the events that were unfolding before her. Slowly, he closed the distance between his mouth and Julie's delicately rounded pussy lips. Teasingly, he dragged his lips along her moist slit, fully conscious of Ruby's reaction on the chair just behind him. By the strangled sounds she was making down in her throat, he knew there was no way she had kept her eyes shut for long. Taking his time, making the most of Ruby's inability to stop him, he made sure to savor every inch of Julie's smooth, womanly skin. Nibbling, licking, and stroking, before long he knew she was on the verge of a very strong orgasm. Behind him, Ruby was uttering any number of obscenities, damning them both to hell. He smiled and told her "Ruby, be quiet, or I will fuck her".

She fell dead silent, for a fraction of a second. Before she burst out with "There's no way. I know you won't. She wouldn't let you, even if you wanted to you ass hole."

Looking at Julie splayed spread eagled before him, on the verge of orgasm, he searched her face questioningly. She caught the look in his eyes and smiling, she wiggled her eyebrows at him, showing her that she would, in fact, fuck him if Ruby didn't listen to what she was told.

"You are both disgusting and I can't stand either one of you. I hope you both....." The torrent of crude talk didn't even come close to ceasing, and he was going to teach her a lesson. 

"Last chance Ruby" He said, looking at her over his shoulder. "Shut up now and I won't put my cock in her".

"Fuck you" was her response.

Bringing himself up on his knees, he repositioned Julie's hips lower on the couch and guided his cock to her wet pussy. With jumbles of Ruby's stinging words floating on the air around him, he slid his cock deep into Julie's wet, tight pussy. The complete fury behind him made his cock swell harder than it had ever been before. Pumping into her with deep, even strokes, he held her hips firmly in place as she stimulated her rosy pink nipples. It was so much stimulation, Julie's pussy on his cock, Ruby behind him burning with fury, Julie's round, pert breasts bouncing under him with each thrust, and the thought of Ruby's darkness coming out and overtaking him after he let her up was more than he could handle. 

"I'm going to cum in her pussy Ruby; it feels so fucking good inside of her... she's so tight, hot, and wet.... I'm going to cum in her". With a few last shuddering strokes, he emptied himself deep inside of her pussy, which was milking his cock for every last drop through the muscle contractions of her own orgasm.

Glancing behind him, he saw the blank fury on Ruby's face, and knew without a doubt it had worked. Her eyes, instead of looking furious, looked resolute and hungry. Right away he felt his cock begin to swell again. Never in his life had he seen a sexier sight than his baby unable to control her sexual desire. Standing up and walking over to her, he brought his cock, still dripping with Julie's juices and his own cum, and commanded her to suck him. She looked from his cock to his face, and back down with a dead pan expression of remote darkness. Not listening, he grabbed her head by her hair and forced her head to his cock. "Bite me bitch, and I will bite you back, so be very careful what you choose to do".

He sucked in a breath when he felt her hot mouth clamp around his stiffened member. Right away he felt her teeth tighten around him and he jerked her head back by her hair.

"I said no biting" he said again, this time bringing his face down to her breast and roughly taking a nipple between his teeth and biting down sharply. The only indication she gave of feeling any pain was a twitch of her facial muscles.

"Don't do it again" He commanded her, straightening, and forcing her to suck his cock once again. Her mouth fit his head perfectly, and he fucked her mouth the same way he would fuck her dripping wet pussy when he was ready, fast and hard. After another minute, he felt her teeth putting pressure on him again.

This time he uncuffed her from the chair and dragged her from it by her hair. Forcing her to kneel in front of Julie, he forced her head down to Julie's pussy, slicked with his sticky white cum, and putting his mouth by her ear told her to lick every drop of his cum from her. She stared at him and moved her eyes to look elsewhere in the room. This time instead of biting her nipple, he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger as hard as he could. Once again, her only outward show of the pain she felt was the muscles moving in her face and a slight, almost imperceptible intake of breath.

Forcing her head down once again, he watched her tongue dart out and felt himself stiffen again as he watched her lick his thick cum off of the soaking wet skin of Ali's tender pussy. He held her head in place until Julie was squirming again, about to come under Ruby's tongue.

"Finger fuck her now" He told her, tightening his grip on Ruby's hair, showing her that he was in charge. She brought her hand up and slammed three fingers into Julie's pussy roughly, the way she knew Julie wanted to be fucked. The way she deserved to be fucked after she had let Mike fuck her. With a force that was almost savage, Ruby licked and finger fucked Julie until she was screaming from the force of the orgasm that tore through her body over and over again. Once her moans of pleasure had subsided, Mike loosened his grip on Ruby's hair, thinking to let her relax for a moment.

What he didn't expect was the tangle of fists and teeth that assailed him as suddenly as he let her go. Picking her up, he slammed her into the wall nearest them. "Don't you dare strike me" he said in a low, menacing voice. Not heeding his warning, she struggled out of his grip and tried to hit him again. He clamped both of her arms together and held them brutally above her head, rendering her helpless. Crushing his lips to hers, he forced her to open her mouth to him, where she was able to taste Julie on his skin. She struggled against him, trying to head butt his face away from hers. Not willing to let her have control just yet, he took his free hand and grabbed the skin on her side, pinching it ruthlessly until she stopped thrashing underneath him.

"Well baby, are you ready to be fucked?" He asked her with a smile.

She ever so calmly spat in his face and said evenly "Fuck...... You."

"You little bitch" He said, wiping her saliva from his face, "It will be my fucking pleasure" He responded, dragging her by the hair into the bedroom.



Rules Ch. 03



Slamming the door closed behind them, he pushed her roughly against the door, his hand still tangled tightly in her hair.

"Don't ever, EVER disrespect me" He told her with his face pressed against hers painfully.

With a look of fury carefully kept in check, she looked at him with a bone chilling coldness. He could tell she was teetering on the brink of loosing it.... Loosing her perfectly held self control. He wanted this more than anything, more than his next breath. He was absolutely dying to see her let go with a savage fury that would consume them both in a whirlwind of fiery passion.

"Fuck you" Was again her response, said in a firm, unyielding voice. 

Mike pulled Ruby's hair back even harder, so hard that her head went back with it, opening up her tender, delicate neckline. Glancing down, he caressed her ivory skin with his eyes, drinking her simple beauty in, reveling in the fact that he controlled her completely, that even her movements were directed by him. His cock was rock hard again. Watching her lick his cum off of Julie's pussy has been the epitome of sexual fantasy, but Ruby.... Submitting before him.... Was the kind of thing that dreams were made out of. Dipping his head down, he closed his teeth harshly over the buttery smooth skin of her neck. Moving his head back, he looked at the place his mouth had just been.... Ever so faintly, he could see the marks his teeth made. He followed his rough bite with gentle, loving nibbles. 

All the while, Ruby waited. He kissed her neck... throat.... Trailed kisses down her collarbone....caressing her breast with one hand, while the other hand loosened on her hair. She felt his hand relax and took that as an opportunity.

Bunching her muscles, she shoved against his chest with all the power and fury she possessed. Normally, this wouldn't have done much, but she had the element of surprise on her side, and he stumbled backwards onto the chair in front of the computer. She looked into his eyes and saw the mixture of anger and excitement.

"You would dare push me?" He asked her with a look of annoyance.

Moving swiftly, she was on top of him in a second. "Shut up" She told him as she crushed her lips against his to silence him. He turned his head away from her kiss and told her spitefully "Your kiss does nothing for me." 

Lacing her fingers through his hair she yanked back on it as hard as she could, knowing he was trying to rile her, not caring of anything but to prove that she would always be the best, in his heart, in his life, and in his bed. Bringing her lips down to his again, she held his head firmly in place, her fingers pulling his hair painfully. She felt his cock stiffen even further against her soaking wet crotch as she straddled him. Rotating her hips, she dragged her wetness along him length, stimulating them both. Moving her head further down, she bit and licked the sides of his neck, working her way down to his chest, where she flicked her tongue over his nipples, scraping their hard surface. With so much anger in her, she couldn't stop herself when she had the urge to bite down sharply. Mike tried to push her away, but as he did, she gentled the pressure of her teeth and went back to licking his nipple gently, and she knew he couldn't resist the sensation. Moving to the other, she did the same, licked... bit... licked again. Ruby knew she was causing him pain, but she also knew he was enjoying feeling it. Working her way further down, she knelt in front of him, with her eyes level with his cock that was glistening with her juices. 

With one hand, she cradled his heavy balls, stroking them as she took the entire length of his cock into her warm, waiting mouth. Swirling her tongue around his sensitive head, she sucked him fervently, faster and harder, with one hand she stroked his balls, the other she stroked his shaft and with her mouth she pleasured his head. She could hear the change in his breathing and knew he was about to cum. She stroked him faster... harder... drawing the taste of the thick cum that was beading at his tip into her mouth. She felt his cock begin to shudder and moved her head back, clamping her thumb and forefinger firmly under the head of his cock, giving him an orgasm, yet making it impossible for him to ejaculate.

He felt the orgasm wash over him, and he felt like his cock was about to explode as she clamped her hand around him, keeping him from shooting his cum into her mouth. It was a sensation he had never had a woman give him before. She was kneeling between his thighs looking like a contented little kitten. 

He looked a little closer and realized it wasn't a kitten she was looking like.... But a cat... one that was stalking its prey. She slowly got up from her position between his thighs and with one leg on either side of him as he sat on the chair, she sank herself onto his thick hardness. Her pussy was soaking as she began to thrust herself harshly onto his cock. Leaning forward, she forced him to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Biting down on the rosy pink bud, he felt it harden in his mouth.... She sucked in her breath in pleasure and fucked him even harder. 

"Tell me I'm the best" She demanded.

"Prove to me you're the best" He responded.

She pulled back from his mouth and let him watch as her tits bounced in his face with each thrust. Over and over she took the entire length of his stiffened member into her wet hole. Never before had he been fucked as thoroughly as she was fucking him now. His dick was so hard, it felt so good.....

"Tell me" She demanded again furiously.

"Prove yourself" He told her again.

Lifting her pussy off of his cock, she shifted her hips forward and without the aid of any other lube than the wetness of her pussy, slid his cock deep into her ass hole. Again, she thrust herself over him. This time the feeling was so tight, and so intense. He could tell that it was uncomfortable to her, without any lube. Ruby didn't care how uncomfortable it was, she was going to prove to him that he would never find another woman who was as good a fuck as her. So with an almost savage force, she slammed his cock deep into her ass. Throwing her head back, she held her breasts, teasing her own nipples. With one hand, she reached behind her and took his ball into her hand again, cradling them, stroking them, rolling them around in between her fingers, all the while fucking him. 

"Oh God" He moaned "Baby don't stop.... It feels so damn good" He whispered.

She stopped, with just the head of his cock left just inside of her ass.

"Tell me" She said

"Love, you are the fucking best. You are God damn amazing"

Hearing those words filled her with womanly pride.

"And will you ever touch another woman?" She asked heatedly, remember his cock buried deep in Julie.

"No baby, you're all I want..... and need" He replied.

"Good" She told him. "Then get off of this chair and fuck me like you mean it." She said as a wicked grin spread across her face.

Not needing to be told twice, he spilled her off of his lap and onto her hands and knees on the floor. He slammed his cock into her pussy and thrust over and over into her and she moaned in pleasure in front of him. He reached forward and pushed her upper body down, so that her upper half was flat against the floor and her ass stood proudly in the air. Pulling his cock from her pussy, he held his shaft as he roughly entered her anus again without the aid of lubrication.

He felt her muscles stiffen, but she didn't tell him to stop. Pushing in further, he buried his cock deep inside of her tight, hot little ass. Holding himself still for just a moment, he felt her contracting her muscles on him, squeezing him tight. Unable to hold back any longer, he laced his fingers through her hair again, this time pulling her up so her back was flat against his chest as he fucked her ruthlessly. Pounding into her over and over again, he watched over her shoulder as her tits bounced from the force of his taking her.

She begged him to stop..... Then she begged him for more... harder... faster.... 

"Shut up, I'll fuck you the way I want, not the way YOU want" He told her as he slowed the pace of his cock entering her. Wrapping his free arm around her hip, he snaked his hand down to her smooth, hairless mound. Slipping his fingers to her soaked slit, he parted her lips and found her absolutely swollen, engorged clit, just begging to be stroked. Obliging, he flicked his thumb over it firmly, his thrusts up her ass never ceasing. Picking up the pace, he fucked her harder....

"Now tell me baby, who is in charge?"

He was greeted with malevolent silence. Shifting his hand down a little, he thrust two fingers into her pussy as he fucked her from behind.

"Who..... Is...... In...... Charge?" He said again, this time in a whisper against her ear.

Silence.

This time he slammed four fingers into her, filling her completely, knowing it was growing uncomfortable with his cock in her anus at the same time. Knowing also, that she liked it. She liked being treated like his little slut. 

"Who?" Was all he said, as he started to move his fingers inside of her, finger fucking her pussy while slamming his cock into her.

"Oh God baby, you, you, YOU are in charge. Oh God, always you Mike, you own me in every single way" She cried out as she felt the beginnings of an explosive orgasm wash over her body. Unable to stop herself, she screamed with the sheer force of the waves of contractions that felt as though they were ripping her body apart. Over and over they crashed over her, and he fucked her through it all, intensifying the feelings inside of her. She was almost crying from the intensity of the feelings inside of her, making her feel as if her very soul was coming alive and filling up inside of her.

Mike was in total awe of the way she was reacting to this orgasm. He had never seen a more erotic sight than Ruby, held prisoner by what he was doing to her body. Unable to hold back another second, he thrust deeply into her body a few final times before he was caught up in the same wave of pleasure that enveloped. With his cock quivering, he shot his thick, hot, sticky cum into her accepting body, holding her tightly as they both rode the waves of post orgasmic bliss together.

After a few minutes of them catching their breath quietly, he leaned down so that his mouth was against her ear and whispered "That is the last orgasm you will have this week Love, do you understand?"

"But baby......" She complained.

With a stern look he reached down and pressed her overly sensitized clitoris with a painful force. "But nothing, you will listen." He whispered sensually against her ear.

"Yes baby..... I will always listen" She whispered back, with a smile on her face. 



Rules for Marla



1. The woman's real name will not be revealed, and will be referred to only as Marla. She may or may not be wearing a wig or coloring her hair to protect her identity.

2. None of your names will be revealed to Marla, either before, during or after the night is over. Whether you reveal your names to each other is up to you.

3. You will, however, reveal your name and certain identifying information to me, along with recent (30 days or newer) tests indicating that you are completely drug and disease free. You will also receive a cursory visual inspection at the door by my doctor friend Billy (not his real name). Anyone failing to present this information or failing the visual inspection will not be allowed into the party.

4. I will under no circumstances reveal your identity to Marla. You can be her friend, her enemy, her boss, her co-worker, her brother, her ex-boyfriend, her father, her son, her priest, or just a stranger, and Marla will never know. (Many of these have already indicated they will attend this party, by the way.) 

5. A videographer will be present during the entire party to film the events. The videographer will try to avoid recording your faces, but accidents can happen. Anyone wishing for further protection of their anonymity will be provided with a Mardi Gras-style mask.

6. Marla will be completely blindfolded for the entire duration of the party, and the room will be dimly lit. She will therefore not be able to see you at all.

7. Marla will also have a set of stereo headphones on for the whole evening, tuned to loud industrial and electronica music. This will probably drown out any normal conversation between partygoers. You are not allowed to remove these headphones at any time, or lift the earbuds to talk to Marla directly.

8. I may, however, turn the music off abruptly from time to time to allow Marla to hear snippets of what's going on.

9. Marla will not be able to remove either blindfold or headphones, because her hands will be firmly tied behind her back.

10. Marla will be completely nude the entire evening.

11. You will all be completely nude the entire evening.

12. Marla will be led into the room by me for some initial foreplay. She will have had a few glasses of wine and should be receptive to your advances, although she does not know the nature of this party yet and will possibly be startled to discover what is about to happen to her.

13. This does not mean that Marla is not willing.

14. During this initial foreplay period, you will not act wild or threatening towards Marla. You will not answer her questions or communicate with her at all.

15. You may kiss Marla whenever and however you like.

16. You may kiss, lick, fondle, suck, grab, squeeze and nibble on Marla's breasts as you like. Her breasts are a size 40DDD and firm enough to take some rough play. However, you will notice that Marla's skin is very pale and will bruise easily. You may not play with her breasts or nipples hard enough to cause bruising.

17. During foreplay, you may feel, stroke, caress, finger, and rub Marla's pussy and clit. Please make sure that you only use a maximum of two fingers at a time inside her pussy during foreplay. We want her cunt to stretch to accommodate the bigger cocks at the party. If she is too loose at the outset, that ruins it for everybody. 

18. You may also lick, suck, nibble, and gnaw on her pussy. Note that her pussy is much less delicate than her tits, and can be played with roughly.

19. Marla keeps a full bush of hair on her pussy, and loves to have it lightly petted and licked during foreplay.

20. You may play with Marla's ass during foreplay, but you cannot use more than one finger at a time. Remember that we want her tight for our cocks!

21. Light hickeys are fine anywhere on her body.

22. There is no need to take turns during foreplay. I want Marla passed around to as many people as possible in a short period of time. She should be disoriented and a little frightened, but it is very important that you do not make her feel threatened. This party is a longtime fantasy for Marla, not a gang rape.

23. I will decide when it's time to end the foreplay.

24. After the foreplay is over, I will lead Marla to the king-sized bed and place her on her stomach on the middle of the bed. Remember that she will be blindfolded, have headphones on, and have her hands cuffed behind her back.

25. You will form three lines next to the bed: one for her mouth, one for her pussy, and one for her ass. 

26. You will conduct yourselves in a gentlemanly fashion and not fight or argue over your position or place in line. There will be plenty of time and opportunity for everyone to participate. Anyone perceived to be causing trouble or not playing well with others is subject to immediate ejection from the party by my professional wrestler friend Bubba (not his real name).

27. Bubba, Billy and I have the right to cut in line anywhere and at any time.

28. The first man in line for her pussy will get on the bed and begin fucking her from underneath. Marla's pussy should be quite wet and well-lubricated at this point, and you should be able to slip into her easily.

29. Marla has taken 10-inch dildos in her pussy before, so she should be able to accommodate even the large cocks at the party.

30. Marla likes her pussy fucked hard and steady. The occasional flick or rub on her clitoris should keep her wet with pussy juice.

31. Marla uses birth control and has been thoroughly tested for disease, and so you do not need to use a condom in her pussy.

32. While the first man is fucking Marla's pussy, another man will take his place at Marla's ass. If she has been properly warmed up from the foreplay, you should be able to use the moisture from her pussy to lubricate her ass enough to fuck her. If you have problems getting inside her, you may use your tongue or a commercial lubricant that I will provide.

33. Marla's ass will be very tight at first. But don't back off if she starts to hesitate. Be firm (but not violent) and make sure you get your entire cock inside of her. She will probably have her first orgasm of the night when she feels her asshole open up and your balls slap against her cheeks.

34. After that, Marla likes her ass fucked with slow, deep, hard strokes.

35. When you're double-penetrating a woman, you can usually feel the other guy's cock through the thin membrane inside her. Don't freak out about this.

36. You do not need to use a condom in Marla's ass.

37. A third man will go to the head of the bed while the two others are fucking Marla's pussy and ass. You will kneel in front of Marla's head and put your cock in her mouth. (Remember that she will be blindfolded and cuffed; you will probably need to grab her hair gently to do this.)

38. You must be absolutely certain that Marla can breathe through her nose at all times. Bubba will be watching her breathing very carefully.

39. Don't let a little bit of gagging dissuade you from fucking Marla's mouth forcefully. She is quite oral and has deep-throated large cocks before. As long as Marla can breathe and you are at an angle where you can plunge straight into her throat, she will be okay.

40. When Marla cums, she tends to tilt her head back, open her mouth wide and yell out "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Keep an eye out for this while she is sucking your dick, and try to pull out of her throat before this happens. She cums frequently.

41. You do not need to use a condom in Marla's mouth.

42. Try to be considerate of your fellow Marla fuckers. Work up a rhythm with your two partners. Marla will mostly be unable to contribute to the rhythm and will depend on your cooperation for her pleasure.

43. Those waiting in line should feel free to massage Marla's tits (or any other place on her body), as long as it doesn't interfere with the other men.

44. You may cum on Marla's face, tits, ass or anywhere else on her body. Try not to cum on your fellow Marla fuckers if at all possible.

45. If another man does accidentally cum on you, please don't freak out.

46. You may cum in Marla's pussy.

47. You may cum in Marla's ass.

48. You may cum in Marla's mouth or down her throat. She loves the taste of cum and will do her best to swallow every drop.

49. Anyone who has just cum in Marla's pussy or ass can immediately go to the front of the "head" line for her to suck your cock clean. Don't worry, she has sucked my dick fresh out of her cunt and her ass many times. Marla keeps herself very clean and your cock won't be visibly dirty after you fuck her.

50. Once you have cum in Marla, you may take a few seconds to catch your breath, but then you should clear off and let the next man have a turn.

51. Bubba or I will periodically come around to collect the cum off Marla's body in a large glass mixing bowl to be used later. Any cum that Marla does not clean with her mouth can be dribbled into this bowl.

52. Lite beer and potato chips will be provided as refreshment.

53. A bathroom will be available, but you will be encouraged not to use the toilet for pissing. Marla likes to drink piss. If you put your cock in Marla's mouth and let go, she will try to gulp down every drop of your piss.

54. I understand this is difficult for some men to do or distasteful to watch. Rest assured that, while Marla may be surprised at first, she will do her best to swallow every mouthful of piss every man at the party gives her.

55. You may bring a lady friend who may participate in all of the above (provided she also meets the drug/disease-free requirements as listed above). Marla has not eaten pussy before, and therefore she may be quite surprised to find her head being pulled down into another woman's cunt.

56. This does not mean that she is unwilling.

57. Your lady friend may use a dildo, vibrator or strap-on, provided that it is not unusually long or bizarre shaped.

58. I will under no circumstances reveal your lady friend's identity to Marla. She can be her friend, her enemy, her boss, her co-worker, her sister, her mother, her daughter, her doctor or just a stranger, and Marla will never know. (Many of these have already indicated they will attend this party, by the way.) 

59. You may fuck Marla as many times as you can get it up, in whatever orifice. I am expecting anywhere from 20 to 45 men to show up for this event and at least a dozen women, and so you should have plenty of time between fuckings to rest and recharge.

60. You are more than welcome to play with each other before, during and after taking your turn in Marla. Please make sure all extracurricular contact is consensual and don't wear yourself out -- remember that this party is for Marla.

61. After all men and women have taken their turn(s) with Marla, I will stand her up beside the bed. I will then induce her to crouch down and drain all of the cum from her pussy and ass into the large glass mixing bowl. Considering that this will be all the accumulated cum from 20 to 45 men -- each having fucked Marla two or three times -- I expect the bowl to be nearly full.

62. I will then encourage Marla to drink the contents of the glass mixing bowl. I do not know whether or not she will actually consent to do this.

63. At this point, the party will be considered over. I will conduct Marla into the master bathroom for a long hot bath. Her cuffs, blindfold and headphones will not be removed until she is safely out of the room.

64. Thank you for your cooperation, and please don't drink and drive. 



Rules for Submissive Men



Woman Rules

So your husband says he wants to be submissive to you. (or you want him to be submissive to you) Well here is a list of things you may want to do with him, one at a time, as a proof of his submissive. This should all be done in loving, mutual fun way with the realization that arrest or public embarrassment can affect careers and relationships. So have fun, be careful and giggle and kiss a lot.

1)He should be shaved. Yes, that's right, his pubic hair should be shaved off and he should keep himself smooth and stubble free from now on. This is none negotiable and should be understood from the beginning.

2)Right after he shaves for the first time, have him sit on the edge of the bed, lie back and pull up his knees. You're going to stick your finger into his ass. Yes, you're going to finger fuck him. You will need a rubber glove and some lubricant, Vaseline, butter, olive oil, whatever. He is going to be extremely embarrassed to present himself to you in this fashion, his anus is a very private spot, not seen or touched by anyone. That is why you're doing this. Once he is in position and holding his cheeks apart, lubricate your middle finger and his asshole and slowly press your finger to his opening. Slowly start to enter him. Look into his eyes as you penetrate him. Talk to him and have him talk to you as you both experience his submissiveness to you and this act of penetration.. Think about what he is allowing you to do, he's naked, shaved and your finger fucking his ass. Pull on his cock and balls as you slide in. Go in as far as you can, slowly. Look into his eyes when you are in all the way and tell him you are in all the way. Ask him how he likes it.. This may be the first time you are inside his body, enjoy the power exchange.

3)He needs a good cock teasing at least once a day. This doesn't mean he's going to have an orgasm, in fact he is not. But he needs to be hard and brought to the edge of an orgasm at least one time a day, either by you, or for you. "For you", means brining himself close to orgasm and stopping. Yes, this means masturbating for you, on demand. Two things here. One, he must learn to tell you he is about ready to orgasm and ask you to stop and he must learn to masturbate for you, and stop. Orgasm control is a powerful psychological aspect for a submissive man, and you too will learn to enjoy your teasing and control. It is another important power exchange with you controlling the single physical aspect of maleness that is maleness alone, a hard cock and orgasm at will. This also means that unsupervised masturbation must end, and he will only orgasm with your permission. Orgasm denial is part of this teasing

4)Nudity, him naked, you dressed. This should be done at awkward times, odd times, whenever you like, when he least expects it. Obviously if you're going to tease his cock, make him strip. Make him strip even if you are not going to tease him. If he doesn't usually sleep naked, he should now. In fact, anytime he is in your bedroom he should be naked. At some point, make sure you bring him to every room in the house naked. Lead him to each room naked, by his cock, the basement, laundry room and garage, all will now hold memories of your control

5)Nudity outside is more problematic, but should be attempted. Start with outside of your home late at night. Be careful to pick a night when you know your neighbors are away. Again, at night put him in the passenger seat of your car and tell him to strip. Put the seat all the way back. Pick some back roads and drive slowly and carefully, and DON'T drink. If you like, a highway may give a glimpse of his nudity to a trucker. He wouldn't like that, you may. Reach over with one hand and keep him hard reminding him not to cum. Don't stay out long, fifteen minutes should be enough. Pick a secluded place where you can stop to allow him to dress so he doesn't interfere with your driving.

A nude beach could also be fun. He will be naked of course and you should be in your swim suit to emphasize his submissiveness. Remember he is shaved, so anyone who sees the two of you walking together knows who's in charge. How embarrassing would a hard on make this? The object here is to be seen by as many as possible, so walk, don't sit in the sun. Well you can sit on the beach and enjoy the sun, but not until everyone has seen him naked. 

6)Embarrassment is also part of the fun obviously. Be careful not to embarrass him or yourself in font of friends or co-workers. This must be done carefully and for the fun aspect of your dominance. Ordering wine and his dinner at a restaurant is a simple start, and one he will enjoy. While with friends for drinks or dinner, whisper in his ear, "what do you think they would think knowing you're shaved, knowing I own your orgasms". After his yearly physical ask him if the doctor said anything about his shaving.. If he works out in a gym, ask him if other men are shaved and what they look like, are they big, circumcised, big balls, small balls, compare them to him. If you have one girlfriend you can trust, and you probably don't, arrange an "accidental" flash. Remember, it only appears as an accident to your girlfriend, your guy might not like it but he'll cooperate. He is in gym shorts and a tee shirt and that is it. You can grab him and tickle him in front of your friend, accidentally pulling down his shorts exposing him, then after all the hooting and hollering, pull then all the way down and step on them. He will have to step out and run. Remember, he knows this is coming so he may be hard, and of course he is shaved. You can have a quick laugh with your friend and tell her you better see if he is OK. Go to the bedroom, strip him, grab his cock and lead him back to your girlfriend, saying, "well you have already seen him naked, you may as well get a better look." Doing the same thing in front of a couple would be more than twice as embarrassing. 

7) Proving his submissiveness can be tested with the above situation, but should also include most if not all of the list to follow.

You should orgasm much more than he does. That goes without question, his submissiveness definitely translates into you cumming more. You need to teach him how to orally please you better, and as often as you like. I know this may seem odd, but a tongue up your ass will feel great, and he wants to do it for you, so tell him that is now a part of your oral pleasure. Don't worry, you don't' have to do it for him.

Back rubs, foot rubs, leg rubs, body massages, anything you think you might like you should try, and then do as much as you like. He loves every minutes of doing anything for you, especially if he is physically close to you.

Help with house work, yard work and generally being a better partner is assumed. He can also learn to cook with your teaching. He is not your slave, but he can be a more than a 50% partner in the house holds chores you don't like doing. Delegate, delegate, delegate. He will not do things if you don't tell him to do them, and show him how you want them done. He can't read your mind, so tell him when he is doing something wrong, but more importantly tell him when he is doing something right, and ask him to do it again.

It's not all about sex but a lot of his submission is. You need to talk to him and ask him what turns him on or off. Ask him what he expects and wants. Tell him what you expect and want. Keep an open mind and don't freak out if he has some silly fetishes. He is sharing everything with you and no one else, so even if it seems pretty odd or nasty, try it, make him do it, whatever.

There is only one thing that all submissive men must learn to do. You should have this conversation with him in a none sexual environment, so the reality of the requirement is finite, unequivocal and a given. Every time his orgasms, he must consume his ejaculate. That's right, you heard me correctly. If he ejaculates in you he must lick you clean. If he ejaculates on you, he must lick you clean. If you masturbate him or he masturbates for you, you must feed him his semen. At some point you should make him shoot into a cup or a glass and he must drink it down. This requirement for all submissive men does two things. It puts a real price on his orgasms, and it shows your acceptance of your dominance, and his acceptance of your dominance, no matter who brought the topic up. This is none negotiable and should be explained to him when he first approaches you with his desire to be submissive to you or your desire to lead the relationship. If he does not accept this simple requirement, he is not submissive. It is the only test and proof that he is sincere in his desire to be submissive, and your only requirement showing you are to assume the leadership role in the relationship.

There is much, much more of course, but you will discover things along the way. These are just a few suggestions but a good starting point for exploring this new aspect of your relationship. The most important thing is to have fun. If he approached you, he has a need. If you approached him, you have a desire to change the course of your relationship. Either way, if it is done in a loving fashion, it will be fun and bring you closer. So enjoy.



Rules of Engagement



This is a new series of television shows that I watch. These are fantasies of the shows as I wish would appear on television. I will list the cast members and their television show names at the beginning of each episode that I write about. I hope you enjoy and join in my TV fantasies. To view any of the stars check out IMDB.com

If you are looking for a perfectly written story, please leave NOW!! I never said I was a great writer, but I do consider myself a very imaginative writer, so please forgive spelling and punctuation.

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Cast of Rules of Engagement; Patrick Warburton -- Jack; Megyn Price -- Audrey; Oliver Hudson -- Adam; Bianca Kajlick -- Jennifer; David Spade -- Russell; Guest Star; Heather Locklear -- Barbara (Audrey's sister).

Adam, Russell and Jack are sitting at a table at the diner. Russell starts; "Hey Jack, I have a date with Audrey's baby sister tonight, so if you will please stay out of the apartment if there's a sock on the doorknob."

Jack in his monotone voice; "If we come home and there's a sock on my doorknob, it will be around your neck next. Audrey told me to tell you to stay away from her little sister. She's just coming off her breakup with her husband and she's very venerable."

Russell laughed; "I'm counting on it. I'll be there to comfort her and take care of all her needs."

Adam looked at Jack' "Euuuuuu! So tell me Jack, are you and Audrey ready for that play tonight?"

Jack looked puzzled; "Play, what play?"

"Jen invited Audrey last week to a new play off Broadway and Audrey said the two of you would love to join us."

"See Adam, that's why you have to put your foot down, Audrey and I would never ask you to join us in something so boring."

"Well we're stuck now; Jen and I will be at your place around six to pick you up."

"Isn't there anything we can do to get out of this? Wouldn't you rather go to the sports bars and watch the game?"

"Yeah, but we already promised Jen we'd go."

"Just leave it to me, I'll get us out of it and we'll be in the bar sipping a beer before the curtain goes up."

Russell jumps in; "Oooooh devious, I love it, just remember Barb and I will be at your place watching a movie."

Jack shook his head; "Audrey will kill you, what movie did you get?"

Russell rubbed his hands, "Daddy has his way with daughter and the all time classic, Cum with Mommy!"

Adam blurted out again; "Euuuuuu!"

"Russell if you get anything on my couch, I'll make you lick it off."

Russell laughed, "Oh Jack don't get me excited, and anyways we'll probably use the floor or the bedroom."

"STAY OUT OF MY BEDROOM!"

Jack was dressed in his black suit and Audrey was dressed in a two piece red skirt suit. The skirt ended at mid-thigh and the jacket barely contained her large DD tits. Her long blonde hair was up, exposing her long shapely neck.

There was a knock on the door and Jack went to answer it, it was Russell.

"Oh it's you."

Audrey chimed in, "Russell if you try to take advantage of my baby sister I'll have Jack kill you. Russell, my eyes are up here, quit staring at my tits."

"Put those puppies away and I will. God Audrey, what I wouldn't do for a few minutes with those gorgeous tits."

"Jack, kill him now!"

Russell jumped away and just then Barbara, Audrey's baby sister came into the room; 'Hi Russell, great to see you again. So what do we have planned for this evening?"

"Well I thought that seeing mom and dad here would be out we could stay in and watch a couple of movies."

He handed Barb the DVD's in a plain brown bag. She opened them and smiled when she read the titles. Putting them back in the bag she moved over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips; "Well Russell, I see you brought my favorite genre."

Audrey reached for the bag; "Let me see?"

"No, no Audrey, you and Jack better get on your way. Russell and I have movies to watch."

Audrey shook her head; "Barb watch out for this pervert, just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Russell laughed; "Well Barb, I guess that means anything goes!"

Audrey slapped Russell playfully; "Lets go Jack, we don't want to keep Jennifer and Adam waiting."

"Yeah, great!" Jack blurted out as they closed the door.

Getting to Jennifer and Jack's apartment Audrey knocked on the door; "Now I know this isn't your favorite way to spend the evening, but please try and be civil."

"I'll try."

Adam opened the door dressed in a dark blue suit. Behind him stood the stunning Jennifer, dressed in a back and white print wrap around dress, belted at the waist. The dress ended nearly at her knees, but on top her large full breasts threatened to separate the dress at any moment. Her chestnut brown hair hung down across her chest in long waves.

Jack glanced at them and tried desperately not to stare.

The four of them left for the theater and once arrived Jack took Adam aside; "Here's my plan, I found a couple who really want to see this play, imagine that. I'll tell Audrey that they begged me to sell them the tickets and seeing we want to make visitors to New York happy you and I offered them our tickets. What do you think?"

"What the hell, let's give it a try."

Audrey, this couple here are in trouble. Someone stole their tickets and they really wanted to see this okay. It's their anniversary and waited all summer to see the play. What do you say to Adam and I give them our tickets, say its New York good will." 

Audrey laughed, "Yeah sure, where did you find these people?"

Adam added; "No really Jennifer, you know I really wanted to see this show, but just look at them."

The couple Jack found was really pathetic and played the part well.

Audrey whispered to Jennifer and then Jennifer smiled; "Alright, seeing they want to see the show so bad and we sort of forced you two to see it, okay give them the tickets."

Audrey smiled; "So where will the two of you go. You know Russell and Barb are at our place."

Jack looked at Adam; "Oh I thought we'd just stop at the sports bar for a couple and maybe catch part of the game."

Audrey slapped him playfully; "If I didn't know better I would have thought you planned this."

"Who me? No way Audrey!"

Jack handed the couple the tickets and a fifty; "Enjoy you two!"

Jack kissed Audrey and Adam kissed Jennifer and they both went their ways.

Back in the apartment Russell and Barb had settled down on the sofa and began watching the porn Russell brought. Barb snuggled against Russ as her long blonde hair flowed across his shoulder and down his chest.

His arm encircled her shoulder and his hand had already snuck into her peasant blouse and cupped her bare breast. Her nipple perked up instantly and scraped against his palm.

Her lips nipped at his neck as her eyes were glued to the screen.

"You know Russell; I've always wondered what it would feel like to make out with my sister or a brother if I had one."

Russell let out a moan; "You know Barb, I've always felt like a brother to you, so if you want to role play...."

She turned towards him and kissed him hard. Breaking the kiss she looked up at him with her dark eyes; "What about my sister?"

"Well she can always join us later if you'd like. I'm not sure Jack would approve though."

"Just let me take care of Jack."

I'd rather you take care of me, screw Jack."

I'd love to screw both of you." Whispering she said; "At the same time!"

She placed her hand on his thigh and felt his cock. She jumped back; OH my god Russell your cock is huge. I can't take anything that large, it's halfway to your knee."

Russell chuckled; "It's not even hard yet."

Sitting up she looked up at him; "Can I see it?"

"Be my guest Barb!"

She tugged at the zipper and sliding off the couch knelt before him. Gripping his pants at the waist pulled them off. His large cock flopped off his thigh onto the couch,

"Holy shit Russell, how does a man get a cock that big?"

Russell laughed; "I stick it in beans!"

"Beans, what kind of beans?"

"Human Beings!"

Barb laughed and gripped his cock with both tiny hands. Her fingers barely touched and more then half the shaft was still uncovered. Without exaggeration it had to be at least fifteen inches long and still growing as it stiffened.

Tossing her long wavy blonde hair to one side she rested her head on one thigh and began running her wet pink tongue back and forth along the huge length of his cock. His cock stiffened and she popped the large head into her mouth. Her lips were stretched to the max and she barely got the head into her mouth.

Russell rolled his head from side to side on the back of the couch as he dug his fingers in her silky blonde locks. He tried to stuff more of his cock into her tiny mouth but it wouldn't fit. 

Barb leaned back and stripped off her peasant blouse. Leaning forward she captured his shaft between her ample B sized tits and closing the firm orbs around his cock rose and lowered her upped body giving him one hellava tit fuck.

Just then the door opened and in walked Jennifer and Audrey. Barb and Russell were so engrossed in what they were doing that neither of them noticed the two women enter the room.

Audrey put her fingers to her lips signaling to Jennifer to keep quiet. Both women watched in awe as Russell's cockhead slammed into Barb's chin with each upward thrust.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they caught sight of just how large Russell's cock was.

Jennifer whispered to Audrey; "Now I know why such a freak as Russell always has women around him, they probably worship that big cock."

Jennifer kept her mouth near Audrey's ear and as she watched Barb tit fuck Russell's cock she slowly slipped her tongue out and ran it slowly around Audrey's ear and earlobe. She sucked slowly at the lobe and ran her tongue along Audrey's long graceful neck.

Audrey leaned back against Jennifer and reached back and slid her hand along Jennifer's firm sexy leg.

Jennifer let out a gasp as Audrey's hand slid higher nearing her now moist pussy. 

Audrey turned her face and their lips met. Kissing lightly at first, the kiss intensified as their mouths opened and their tongues fought with one another's.

On the TV screen two sisters were on a couch locked in a sixty-nine. On an overstuffed chair the mother was riding the cock of her virile son and behind them another daughter was bent over the chair being fucked by her father.

Russell told Barb to check out the TV and asked her if it gave her any ideas.

She laughed; "Lots!"

Just then she looked over the back of the sofa and let out a yelp as she caught sight if her sister Audrey and Jennifer locked in a sensual kiss. Their hands were traveling over each other's body.

"Um, um, sis, what's going on here?"

Audrey smiled at her baby sister; "Oh hi Barb, Jennifer and I came back early from the lousy play and, well we sort of got carried away watching you and Russell. Russell, I never realized just how large you are. Do you mind if Jennifer and I come over there and join you?"

Russell stood up, his huge cock swayed from side to side; "Come on Audrey, I think there's enough for all three of you."

Jennifer licked her full red lips; "You can say that again. I doubt it very much if I can handle anything that big."

Russell kissed Jennifer hand, squeezing her ass and catching his cock between the two of them. "You'd be surprised Jen, a lot of women say that, but once you get nice and wet and I take it slow I'll be able to stuff this big boy in you." 

Audrey let out a long moan as Barb came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. "You know Audrey, watching the movie about incest, all I can think about is eating your hot pussy and sucking on your big tits."

Moaning again Audrey turned around and the two blonde women's lips met. They fought to get their tongues down each other's throats. Audrey's hand cupped one of her sister's high firm tits and once their lips parted Audrey dropped her head to her sister's tit and drew the thick hard nipple between her lips. Her tongue swirled around and around her nipple.

Barb dug her fingers into her sister's hair and it began to come undone. Audrey sucked harder and her saliva was dripping off her tit as she drew her mouth away. Taking her by the hand she led Barb to a nearby chair and pushed her back down onto it. Standing over her petite sister she began pulling the pins out of her hair and as it fell about her shoulders she shook it out and combed her fingers through her curly blonde locks. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the tight jacket that barely contained her swelling breasts. As each button popped open more and more of her huge tits jumped from the jacket. When she had it open she shrugged her shoulders and the jacket fluttered to the floor. Audrey licked her lips and squeezed her tits through her lacy black bra. Reaching behind her back she popped open the bra and her tits jumped from their confinement. Once again she shrugged her shoulders and the bra joined her jacket on the floor. Stepping towards Barb she leaned forward and placed her hands on the back of the overstuffed chair. As she did this her huge tits hovered above Barb's waiting mouth. 

Barb strained her neck and rolled one of Audrey's pencil eraser sized nipples around and around with her wet tongue. Barb wrapped her hands around her sister's back and drew her tit deeper against her face. She moved her mouth back and forth from one tit to the other sucking the silver dollar sized aureole in between her full lips. 

Audrey tossed her gorgeous hair about as she nearly came from the attention her sister was paying to her sensitive tits.

Barb's hands slid lower on Audrey's back and finding the zipper on the back of her skirt she drew it down and tugged the skirt from her ample hips. She stood there hovering over Barb in a tiny pair of panties and high heels. 

Barb ran her hands up and down Audrey's shapely legs and they quivered as Barb touched every sensitive area making sure to avoid the damp spot on Audrey's panties. 

Russell had moved Jennifer over to the couch across from Audrey and Barb; "Before you sit down Jennifer, how about doing a strip for me?"

Jennifer smiled and ran her hands up and down her body cupping her large tits and running her thumbs across her nipples. They perked up instantly and she dropped her hands to her waist, pulling slowly at the string that held her dress together. Slowly spreading the dress apart she let it slip from her shoulders. As it fluttered to the floor she reached behind her back and popped open her bra and it joined her dress on the floor.

Russell let out a moan and licked his lips as he stroked his cock furiously as his eyes were locked on her lush body.

Jennifer tossed her long dark hair around as she squeezed and teased her tits in front of Russell. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic band of her panties she slowly lowered her panties, as she did this she turned her ass towards Russell and bent over showing her full lush ass to him.

Russell stroked his huge cock faster as he saw the dew shining on the fat lips of her puffy cunt. Leaning forward he pulled her to the couch and she fell against him. Her thick long hair covered his face as their lips met and his cock slid between the cheeks of her ass. She groaned and wiggled her ass as it nudged her dripping pussy.

Russell rolled her off of him and onto her back. Starting at her neck he began kissing and licking her flawless skin. When he reached her large tits that were rapidly rising and falling with her heavy breathing, Russell captured one large fat nipple in his lips and drew it into his mouth. He rolled the nipple around with his tongue and drew it deeper into his mouth. Jennifer ran her fingers through his unruly blonde hair and moved his head to her other tit and he drew that growing nipple into his mouth.

Jennifer let out a low groan and arched her back trying to push more of her tit into his mouth. 

"Come on you little weasel suck that tit harder, yes just like that bite my fucking nipple. Ahhhhh, yes harder, god that feels fucking incredible!"

Jennifer rolled her head from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure shot from her nipple directly to her dripping pussy.

Russell let go of her nipple and moved across her flat tummy until her reached her landing strip that guided him to her pouty pussy lips. Catching her full lips between his thumb and index finger he squeezed and she let out a groan and her juices squirted out covering his palm. Letting go of her lips he slipped two fingers into her gaping cunt, it was incredibly tight. His thumb uncovered her large red clit and he rubbed it back and forth. She arched her back and fell back to the couch. Lowering his mouth he found her clit with his tongue and flicked it back and forth, she gripped his head and came all over his face. Not letting up he continued to work on her cunt, now slipping a third finger in and then a fourth. He was preparing her tight dripping cunt for his huge cock, which was growing larger as he anticipated fucking this bundle of sex.

Back on the chair Barb was working Audrey's panties down her legs. Audrey placed both of her legs on the arms of the chair and offered her dripping pussy to her baby sister. 

Barb cupped Audrey's ample ass cheeks and pulled her pussy to her waiting lips. Using the flat of her tongue she swiped Audrey's pussy from bottom to top. When she reached Audrey's button she poked the tip of her tongue back and forth across her stiff clit. She dipped her tongue down and parting her dripping lips she slipped into her pussy and lapped away at her big sister's juices.

Audrey threw her head back and ground her quaking pussy against Barb's working tongue. She reached up and cupped her own firm full tits and squeezed hard. Capturing the firm buds between her fingers she tweaked her nipples harder and harder causing her to moan. As her sister found her clit again she was nearing an orgasm. She squeezed her thighs around Barb's light blonde hair and let out a long low groan as she exploded in her sister's mouth.

Audrey slipped down Barb's body when she reached her mouth their lips met. Audrey tasted her own juices on her sister's lips and tongue. This turned her on even more. The two of them kissed longer and harder as Audrey cupped Barb's firm tits. They molded perfectly in the palms of her hands. She rolled the erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and this caused Barb to moan in her sister's mouth. Audrey broke the kiss and slid down her baby sister's body. Yanking on her jeans she tore open the clasp and pulled down the zipper. Barb was already raising her hips, urging Audrey to remove her tight pants and wet panties. Audrey pulled them off and tossed them aside. Her hands quickly returned to her legs and lovingly slid her hands up and down Barb's trim legs. 

Barb slid lower on the chair, throwing her legs open over the arms of the chair exposing her tight wet pink slit to her sister's eyes.

Audrey as if in a trance slowly lowered her head to her sister's pussy, slowly blowing a stream of her warm breath on Barb's pussy, she reached down and parted the tight lipped pussy. As the lips parted a stream of her wet sticky juices flowed down her slit and gathered at her firm compact ass. Audrey ran her hands under her sister's ass and cupping her ass, drew her pussy to her lips as she prepared to feast on it. Slipping her tongue out she ran her wide pink digit from Barb's tight asshole upwards to her exposed clit. Slurping the juices from her baby sister's cunt she let the tasty fluid slide down her throat. Crushing Barb's cunt against her mouth, she began lapping away at the copious amount of fluid that were flowing out of her pussy. Audrey could not believe just how much juice Barb was producing. 

Barb was nearing her orgasm as Audrey captured her clit between her lips. As Barb squeezed her trim thighs around her big sister's head she shook and let out a long groan as she exploded about Audrey's working tongue.




Rules of Engagement - The Three Secrets



Author: The Fun Dreams

Keywords: MF, FF, dildo, toys, masturbation, oral, cunninglingus, sex, cheating

Summary: An erotic story based on the television show Rules of Engagement.

Feedback is always appreciated 

These are my descriptions and my story of the characters of Rules of Engagement by CBS. I do not own the show, the characters, or anything else related to the show. This is just a parody of the show using my own words.

I do however approve heavily of Megyn Pryce and what a beautiful gorgeous woman she is.

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Cast of Characters. 

Jeff Bingham - Played by Patrick Warburton. Jeff is the tall jockish of the husband of Audrey Bingham. He is cheap but his good looks and love of his wife always wins the day. He's 6'3", dark hair, and chiseled looks. 

Audrey Bingham - Played by Megyn Pryce. Audrey is a 5'7" blond woman with a wonderful 36D chest, and a great personality. She's the other half of the older couple on the show and tends to get annoyed at her oafish husband, but eventually realizes she still loves him.

Adam Rhodes - Played by Oliver Hudson. Adam is 6'1" and a handsome younger man. He's acts dim at times, but always there for his fiancee. He's engaged to Jen Morgan portraying the younger couple.

Jen Morgan - Played by Bianca Kajlich. Jen is a 5'8" woman who has a 34B chest, though on the show she looks like a 34C, as she has in this story. She has the personality of a tomboy. She's often the hornier of her and her fiance. 

Russell Dunbar - A minor character in this story, played by David Spade. He's short, dirty, and insulting. In this story he has been dating his assistant's sister. 

With that we start at the local coffee shop that the cast frequents.

Our story begins with Jeff and Adam listening to Russell talk about his newest conquest. The girl, Simran, is also his assistant's sister. She flew in to see Russell and didn't tell her brother.

"So she's currently hiding out in my apartment, a little secret rendezvous."

Adam asked. "Wait you're telling me she's in town and she's not even telling her brother she's in New York?"

Russell giggled in his horny way. "Exactly. She's all mine, and she has nothing to do excep...t" almost moan "me!" 

Both Jeff and Adam nodded, they were hearing about sex but got their friend was a little grossed like always from Russell's stories. 

Jeff though always said the same thing. "Nice. So why aren't you there right now?"

Russell finished off his food and smiled. "Fueling up for tonight. She's wearing me out."

Audrey and Jen walk in and Russel groans and slides out of the booth.

"Ugh the Bobsy Twins are back, oh and Jen's pair are here too, anyways I need to get ready for my date tonight." Russell quipped, giving the name for Audrey's breasts he came up with last night. 

Audrey groaned, and Jen responded. "So Russell are you still being the sleaze, running around behind Timmy's back?"

Russell laughed. "Yeah right, that only makes it hotter, don't worry one day you will all slip up and know exactly what I mean. Sneaking around is the best." 

Russell walked out the door, triumphant in his mind. The waitress delivered the food for the table, but no one paid attention to the food. Instead, each one thought about what Russell said, they all acted like they were thinking about the comment, but there was three stories that explained what was on their minds.

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Jeff and Jen

Ten years ago

Jen missed Adam. Adam was on a trip for work for the last week. The couple had been engaged a couple months before. and now it was the first time they had been apart for so long. Jen was climbing the walls as her body went through withdrawal, she knew she needed an orgasm to put her right. Her work was noticing her performance was slipping, she just needed the release that Adam provided.

The previous night she tried masturbating. It was the first time she masturbated alone since she had met Adam. She never really masturbated before and had trouble orgasming without something big inside her when she did. She was always too embarrassed to get a toy, so she laid back and rubbed herself hoping it would be the first time. After a few minutes though she gave up, she missed Adam too much. 

Tonight though she needed that release. She knew no one would bother her in the apartment so she stripped naked in the living room and made a beeline for her bedroom. She laid on her bed and rubbed her body, telling herself she wouldn't stop until she got what she needed. Her body needed a big orgasm, and she was determined to find a way to get there.

She laid there and rubbed for an hour before she heard a sound.

Jeff unlocked the door of their friends' place. Adam and Jen were great people, but he knew Adam never drank his scotch. He saw the clothes lying around the living room and laughed. The two of them were a bit of slobs but he didn't care. He also knew the two of them were out. Adam was in Florida, Jen was probably out with her friends, or something, and his scotch was sitting there. Yes he gave it as a gift but three months later, it was free game.

Jeff slipped into the apartment and walked around looking for where the couple kept their alcohol. He saw it next to the hallway in the apartment and made a beeline for it, looking through it and seeing if he should take any other bottles to help thin the herd.

As he was looking, he heard a moan, and looked for who made it. From where he was standing there was a clear view into the bedroom, and there laid Jen, naked and rubbing herself. Jeff accidently dropped the bottle making a noise.

Jen looked and saw Jeff standing there watching her, but in her lust fueled state she saw a man capable of filling her desire. Jeff always appeared to be a big stupid jock but from his size Jen always imagined he had a large package. Jen couldn't say anything though she was nervous because she was now naked laying in front of Jeff, rubbing her body. In fact she hadn't stopped yet, her body wouldn't let her.

Jen could only get one word out. "Please."

Jeff stared for a moment, seeing his friend's fiancee naked wasn't something he would stop looking at if he could avoid it. When he heard her say "please" though it broke the spell and her started to walk towards the bedroom. 

Jeff never cheated on his wife. Here however was their closest friends, the only other woman he's seen as much as Audrey, and more importantly she was naked. He ambled into the bedroom with a chuckle and removed his suit.

Jen watched, while Jeff could be a blockhead, she needed this, and as he removed his clothes she realized that he was still the strong muscular man she always thought he was. He dropped his pants finally, and she stared at his crotch. Jeff was carrying an eight inch cock. No wonder why Audrey was always so willing to put up with Jeff's stupidity.

Jen realized that Jeff was now standing naked in her bedroom looking at her and she spread her legs giving him access to her without a thought. She was beyond caring about anything other than Jeff, and his magnificent cock entering her, and giving her that orgasm she was chasing.

Jeff watched Jen offering her body to him and he climbed on the bed, she was already primed and from the way she looked at his crotch she must be impressed. All the better, foreplay was overrated, and he could be ready for sex at a moment's notice.  

Jeff slide his cock into Jen's body slowly. He felt his first new pussy in over ten years and was reveling in it. Jen's body reacted immediately shuddering from being filled after the hour of foreplay she had administered. Jeff didn't know anything about the length of her masturbation, so he continued to press into her body, as Jen reached up and grabbed his shoulders and moaned out. Jen's body heaved as she felt her elusive orgasm hit her.

Jeff watched her moan out and then pressed more of his cock into the smaller girl. He knew exactly what her actions meant. Another satisfied customer. Now it was Jeff time, Jeff's turn to get all the pleasure he wanted. Jeff chuckled as he pressed his entire cock into his friend's fiance.. 

Jeff had imagined her naked multiple times and now he saw her her breasts arched up towards him so he bent down and kissed her right breast, tasting her soft flesh he admired all these years.

Jen was relaxing from her orgasm as the big hulking man used her for his pleasure. His lips grabbing her breast though and woke her body up for a second round and she moaned out again. She never felt like this before but instead of relaxing after her orgasm, felt like it was ready for another round of sex. The way Jeff was pressing into her though was exactly what her body needed.

Jeff was enjoying the feeling of having sex with Jen. It had been a couple days since Audrey was in the mood and Jen's breasts felt great in his hands and mouth. He switched between them and Jen let out a loud moan. Maybe he should suggest his wife try playing with herself before he came in.

Jeff threw that thought out for the moment and repositioned himself over Jen, so each of his thrusts went further into her body. He knew his size scared most women back in college, but he also knew most of them came around to trying it out. They just loved how deep it went and each of them let him know it. Jen almost screamed while moaning, letting him know his tool was being put to good use. 

Jen could barely form a thought, with Jeff's moving his body over hers, she just became one pleasure nerve. She pulled him into her with her arms, and her feet pressed his ass into her as far as he'd go. Each thrust made her moan, whimper and groan. She hadn't felt like this before.

Jeff loved hearing the chorus of moans from a woman, and he loved the feeling of having sex with someone new, something in him craved a chance to give Jen what he thought she needed. Now with that attempt, he was almost enjoying himself more than her. Almost. 

Jen's body was going wild, her back arched, her legs wrapped around Jeff and pulled his body towards her on each thrust. Jen's eyes were closed as she enjoyed every single motion of the large man. Her body was going wild from all the attention.

Jeff continued to thrust into Jen and suddenly felt his time was up. He moaned out himself, almost bellowing as he came inside Jen. His cock flooded her with his creamy batter and he fell forward on top of her. 

Jen felt his penis growing and as he came inside her, she had a second orgasm. A second orgasm? Adam had never got a second one out of her in such a short time. Her body quivered with it as she laid under him. and revealed in what this hunk had made her feel. He might be a cheap lunkhead but he certainly knew how to make a woman feel amazing.

After a few minutes Jeff realized he was laying on his friend's wife. He sat up and went to grab his clothes. 

"Alright. Well that happened. But it can't happen again."

Jen just sat there and realized she cheated on Adam, but in her mind she could never forget how Jeff made her feel. She watched Jeff dress and leave, grabbing the scotch on the way out, but part of her knew that if he ever wanted her again she'd be willing if she could get away with it.

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Adam and Audrey

Five years ago

A couple years after her indiscretion Jen had moved past it. Jeff never returned to her bed, but she didn't mind. Adam still got her through the night. Jen however gotten closer with Audrey. They became best friends She and Audrey became best friends, even though Audrey was older than her. She still liked having a woman to talk to about female things, of which she included her sex life.

Audrey listened to Jen talking about Adam for the hundredth time. She often came over on girls nights and Jen would find some reason to mention Adam. While she wouldn't talk about their sex life, she would hint and let it be know Adam was a champion. 

Audrey would give a vague things about her and Jeff. Jeff wasn't a bad lover, but after sixteen years they had found what work and rarely experimented. Jen would at least hint at her multi hour long sessions and Audrey couldn't compete with that. 

Audrey just listened to her and wished she could remember even a half hour long session. Adam. It was clear Adam was magnificent in bed and Jen was a lucky woman. 

Audrey continued to think about it as the week went on. Jeff became a bit of an ass as he did and she knew he would eventually turn on the charm and Audrey would let him back into her bed, but while the week went on she kept thinking about the fact that Jeff would barely give her time to cum, Adam on the other hand would be in her friend's bed and giving her hours of pleasure. 

Adam, the clueless idiot, could go for hours, well perhaps there's something to his slow mind, if he can deliver that kind of performance. Audrey had a desire to find out, but she didn't have a clue how. 

One day Jeff was out playing softball, Jen was hanging out with some other girlfriends for a bachelorette party. One that Audrey was sure she'd hear about the next day. Jen loved to gossip. 

Audrey was watching television when Adam came knocking. She let him in and he looked around. 

"Hey Audrey have you seen Jen?"

Audrey watched Adam look around like a lost puppy and almost laugh but then she got an idea. She walked over to Adam.

"Hey Adam. Jen's out with her friends, but she said we should hang out." 

Adam perked up. "Oh yeah? That's great! I was bored waiting for her. Is she getting home soon?"

Audrey sighed. "Don't worry about her, she had something else in mind for you tonight."

Audrey sat down on the couch and Adam sat down next to her looking excited.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Jen said that she wanted me to know how lucky she is, but she a little afraid of how you'll take it."

Adam perked up. "So she wants to go to Vegas with you?"

Audrey rolled her eyes. "No I meant in bed. She's told me she's very blessed with you."

"Oh the sex tape... I can show you that, but Jen taped over it."

Audrey sighed again. She can't believe how dumb Adam is. Jeff was a moron, but Adam just didn't have brain, this had better be worth it.

"No, Adam, she wanted me to try it out in person. But she's a little self conscious so she doesn't want you to mention it to her. Do you understand?"

Adam nodded. "I think I get it, can you give me a little more?"

Audrey counted to ten to keep from belittling Adam. "Listen Adam. Jen said you and I should have sex one time, but she doesn't want you to mention it to her."

Adam smiled. "I don't know but if Jen says ok, I should do it. So umm should we do it at my bedroom." 

Audrey smiled. "Just follow me and try not to talk too much. Jen's rule."

Adam nodded again, he knew if Jen said something he should do it, that's what Jen always said. Adam followed Audrey to the bedroom and watched her move. Audrey had a smaller butt than Jen, but she still looked more elegant walking. 

Audrey led the puppy to the bedroom and then removed her clothes. She hoped she wasn't making a mistake, but she had to know what Adam would do. She stood in her bra and panties and turned. Adam had already taken off his shirt and was working on his pants, getting them off after a little struggle. He stood in his boxers. 

Audrey looked down at his boxers and for a second felt disappointed. Jeff was big but Audrey was expecting Adam to tip the scales, instead he was packing what Audrey thought was smaller than average. 

Adam smiled and noticed how big Audrey's breasts were when compared to Jen's. They were at least a cup bigger, but he couldn't wait to try them out. He was always curious about how other women's breasts felt. 

Audrey smiled at the way Adam looked at her, not just like she was the only choice, but as she was a new experience. That lust and desire made Audrey feel special for once. It would be nice to try something new in the bedroom, even if he didn't measure up. 

Audrey started to slip her bra off her shoulders and Adam stopped her and helped by undoing it and sliding it off himself. He then removed her panties, taking care to have her step out of them one foot at a time. It was a bit nicer than Jeff's grunts and motions. But Adam still had his boxers on.

"Lay down. If I'm going to show you how I take care of Jen, you should get on your back."

Audrey nodded and laid down. Jeff would just pawed at her breasts as foreplay, Adam though had something else in mind. She laid down and felt Adam sliding her legs apart. Then his lips traced down her legs slowly kissing and moving towards her crotch. 

Her crotch? She didn't remember the last time someone went down on her. Jeff focused on getting inside her, and that worked especially well, but this was different.

Adam knew he had to do his best, Jen wanted to show him off to her best friend. Audrey was sexy, but Adam had a desire to know what she tasted like. She seemed to be scared, that's how Jen was the first time, but he knew he'd have her feeling something else in a minute. 

Adam's lip brushed Audrey's pussy slowly. Audrey let out a moan, this was different for her. She was enjoying herself.. Then Adam's fingers touched her pussy and spread her lips. She felt a little coldness, before she felt a tongue touch her pussy and lick, and rub it gently. 

Audrey was shocked, just feeling his tongue was getting her hotter than she had been in years. This must be what Jen meant by foreplay. No grabbing or groping, but someone actually paying attention to her most sensitive area and what attention it was. Audrey squirmed, and moaned out again, this time as loud as she dared. 

"Ohhh, Adam."

Adam smiled, he knew Audrey was enjoying his work. He had learned the techniques that could make women moan years before Jen, but Jen honed his craft. While Jen couldn't come from his oral work, he could spend hours tasting her and licking her, driving her crazy until she finally agreed to let him enter her.

Audrey tasted amazing to Adam though, it was like a different wine, or whatever Jen went on about, all he knew is he liked tasting Audrey and he had no problem licking her as much as she wanted. He knew that Audrey will let him have his reward once she'd had her fill. 

Audrey felt her body heaving. When she masturbated her body felt amazing, but Adam had her feeling even better. Audrey grabbed Adam's head and pressed it into her crotch harder. The idea of using the cute boy toy turned her on. His tongue was a million time betters than anything else she ever tried down there. 

After ten minutes of work, Audrey's toes curled. They actually curled up, she didn't think that happened. Her body screamed for release. Audrey felt she could take no more and let loose, she screamed Adam's name louder than she thought she should. She didn't care, she just wanted more. 

Audrey collapsed back on the bed, she felt sweaty, hot, and relaxed. But she was still horny. She wanted more, she knew it was greedy but after he had made her feel that release, all Audrey could think about was another one. If the second orgasm was even close to the first one, she knew Adam could drive her crazy in just a short time. But she had to have another. There was no way to say anything, her body was a mixture of bliss, and pleasure. 

Adam had no other thoughts, Jen had never come, but he had been down there for a small portion of the time he would work on Jen, so he continued to lick and taste Audrey. There was a new taste in her body, one he found more appealing. He drank her sweet nectar and then slide his tongue into her pussy rubbing that sensitive area on top of the pussy, It was called the K Spot, or something, all he need to know is it drove women crazy.

Audrey grabbed Adam's head and pressed his head into her crotch again and moaned his name again as he worked on her. She had to admit, Jen was right, if nothing else, Adam was an incredible lover. 




Rules of Engagement - The Three Secrets



Adam continued to work on Audrey until she had a second orgasm, and as she laid back, she pushed the young man off her. She had enough. Audrey laid there in her bliss, amazed that somehow she had a second orgasm, but it was almost as big as the first one. Both orgasms were bigger than anything she had felt in a decade. 

Adam stood up and watched Audrey, since she pushed him away, it was clear it was time for his turn. He slide his boxers down and got ready, waiting for her to tell him she needed his cock inside her pussy.. 

After relaxing for several minutes, Audrey looked up and saw Adam standing naked at the foot of her bed. His cock stood out, while it wasn't the biggest, it looked better than Jeff's thick cock, almost cute. Was there anything not adorable about Adam? 

Rather than think about that Audrey spoke up. "Alright, I suppose it's your turn sailor. Get up here and have your way with me."

Adam climbed on top of Audrey and then tried to kiss her lips, Audrey stopped him. Audrey didn't want to taste herself. She might have enjoyed his work, but there were limits to what she would do. 

"Whoa. Umm no kissing, Jen's rules, But why don't you try these out. I'm sure you've not tried some this size in a while."

Audrey pressed her breasts up for Adam, and he looked down. Both breasts looked enormous compared to Jen, and he sucked on her left breast. Audrey moaned out again. Something about how his lips and tongue worked on her breast drove Audrey mad. As she Audrey moaned, Adam pressed his hips forward arching his back. He slide his cock directly into Audrey's pussy.

"Oh god Adam... This is amazing. Please give it to me."

Adam chuckled as he licked the two large breasts. It never failed, an hour of oral and women were ready to go. Audrey's moaning was intoxicating. Also their willingness to feel him inside her, allowed him to go crazy on her breasts. Adam loved breasts, but he knew he had to earn the right to suck her breasts.

Adam nibbled Audrey's breasts, and then bit them. Audrey just let him go to town, her nipples were sensitive but Adam earned it. Her body was responding still, and if he lasted she might even get a third albeit smaller orgasm out of it. 

Audrey let Adam work on her pussy driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. Her body responded to every single move he made, even if she had two orgasms her need for a man was still sky high. This is exactly what she needed. Jen was a lucky woman, and Audrey was now too. 

Audrey pulled Adam into her, squeezing him with her each thrust as she moaned out. Once again she lost control of her volume, she needed to finish one more time. She realized she wasn't just moaning incoherently, she was saying Adam's name again, begging him to come. 

Adam on his own was smiling, he was having sex with his hot neighbor. His lips kissed her nipples as he felt his orgasm arriving. Her pleasure was now his, and he was ready to finish.

Adam came inside Audrey's body pressing himself deep into her, Adam called out Jen's name. He then collapsed forward and rolled off of Audrey as he relaxed thinking about his new conquest.

Audrey noticed none of this, she was in her own world as her own orgasm racked her own body. Three. Three glorious orgasms, the last one might not rivaled the first two, but Audrey was happy. She understood why Jen bragged about Adam's skills. He was incredible, while she had a small feeling of guilt, she knew Jeff wouldn't find out and Jen wouldn't either as long as no one ever asked Adam if he slept with her, he wouldn't say anything. 

Audrey thought Jen was a lucky gal if Adam did all of this to her at her command. 

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Jen and Audrey

Two years ago

A couple years later Audrey went to a girl's only party at a Jen's apartment. It was a party to sell sex toys by one of Jen's friends. The party had alcohol and a cake shaped like a penis. In fact everyone got a little drunk early on and the party really got started with a few games.

During the evening a range of sex toys were out on display and the girls played a game to choose the toy that was the same size as their husbands. Audrey picked one that was eight inches long, all the girls whistled and claimed she was lying. All the girls but Jen, she recognized the size of the penis in Audrey's hands. When it was her turn, Jen chose a dildo the size of Adam, and several other girls picked out ones bigger. Jen was disappointed, but she still remembered that night she had with Jeff, and the large cock that had bludgeoned her. 

Jen thought during the party, realizing that every time she masturbated since getting engaged, she ended up needing a cock to fill her. Usually that was Adam's job and one of the reasons she was always ready to go. But when Adam was busy she would get hornier and hornier. However, one of those dildos on the table would fill her just right. In fact she knew which dildo she wanted. The same one that Audrey had held up, it was the size of toy she always imagined owning, at least since that night. 

Just before the party was over, Jen's friend offered all the girls one final chance to buy any toys they wanted. Audrey declined but when it was Jen's turn she grabbed the dildo she had her eye on and while sipping a glass of wine, she purchased the toy. She hoped Audrey that didn't notice, but her friend spied the transaction and was shocked when she realized Jen picked out the dildo she said was like her husband.

After the party concluded, Audrey assisted Jen in cleaning up, and they continued to drink wine, and talk. Both girls had funny stories about the night and they were giggling. Jen had left the bag with her purchase on the table in the middle of the room. Audrey kept eying the bag curiously. Audrey had never used a dildo before, so she wondered, how Jen would use it. 

Jen noticed Audrey's looks, and wanted to know what her older friend would think if she knew what Jen was purchasing. They were close, and she talked about Adam with her, but a dildo was private so Audrey's interest was puzzling. Still the idea that Audrey knew about her dildo turned her on a little. It was a privacy that Jen didn't mind Audrey knowing about for some reason. Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the entire sex party, but Jen was feeling good. 

Audrey finally blurted out. "What did you get Jen?"

Jen just laughed and grabbed the bag and pulled out the dildo giggling. "I was curious about this one. What do you think I should name him?"

Audrey was confused. "Wait you name your dildo?"

Jen laughed again. "Oh come on Audrey don't you name yours?"

Audrey blushed.. "Umm. I don't have one, I never used a toy before."

Jen got a little silent. "Oh.. Well this is the first dildo I owned, but I shared one with my college roommate, Patty. She named hers Steven. This guy though doesn't look like a Steven."

Audrey looked at the dildo in Jen's hand. "Yeah, how about a Damon?"

Jen looked at the dildo a little dreamily. "Mmm Matt Damon, I love it. Come here Matt." She grabbed the toy and kissed him on the tip and then giggled like a school girl.

Audrey stared at her friend in shock, her mouth opened. She had seen a few women play with a dildo as a joke at the party, but Jen kissed the toy as if it was something more intimate. 

Jen smiled at her friend. "Matt this is my friend Audrey. Audrey say hello." 

Audrey waved her friend away, she was drunk but not that drunk. Though the toy looked good, almost lifelike. Jen waved the dildo and egged her friend on. Audrey finally gave in and bent forward kidding the dildo on the top also though more like a peck on the cheek. 

The two girls giggled and poured themselves another glass, they talked while Jen held the dildo in her hands. Audrey watched the toy more than her friend. She wanted to know what Jen was planning for Matt 

Jen was talking about something about a hair dresser. 

Audrey blurted out. "How do you use him?"

Jen was confused. "My hairdresser, you make an appointment with salon."

Audrey gestured to the dildo with her wine glass spilling it. Jen laughed and placed down her glass.

"Ok I think we've had too much wine, but this toy... Maybe I should show you how I used to play with Steven?"

Audrey nodded, she was curious about the toy and the wine made her forget this was her friend. She wanted to see Matt Damon in use. "Yes please. I want to see it."

Jen giggled and placed the toy on her table and removed her clothes. She had been naked before her friends before. Jen even had a little fling with her roommate, Patty in college. She removed her dress and pants, and with a shrug she dropped her bra and panties and posed for Audrey. "What do you think Audrey?" 

Audrey was shocked and then motioned with her hand, trying to avoid feeling awkward. "Just get with it, Jen, I'm just here for a lesson."

Jen laughed, remembering her first lesson with her roommate. She positioned the dildo on the table near Audrey and then squatted to sit on it on the table. She made sure her legs were open so Audrey could see her entire body and Matt as she rubbed it on her pussy. The thought of doing this in front of her friend though turned her on more than feeling the dildo on herself.

Audrey watched shocked. The fact Jen stripped without a thought shocked her though she realized she would have stripped with the way she was feeling. She was way beyond the amount of wine she normally drank. She liked to be the sober one, but now here was her friend naked and sitting on a dildo in front of her. 

Audrey always admired Jen's look. She had to admit her smaller friend was beautiful. She may have breasts that were a cup size smaller, but Audrey thought they looked perfect on Jen's smaller body. Jen didn't have an ounce of fat on her body, and she even had a shaved vagina, and there was a strange butterfly tattoo near her pussy. Jen looked like a model on one of Jeff's movies which the couple watched to get in the mood. Then again Audrey and Jeff never watched the movies for more than five minutes. 

Jen reacted more than she thought she would, her hands ran down her body and she blushed as she pressed down on the dildo, the head of it entered her, and she was surprised at how wet she was. She blushed more as she pressed down on the dildo. She felt that half of the dildo was already in her, and she loved the feeling. The dildo was amazing, but the way Audrey watched her though drove her crazy. In fact she wanted to do more. However, this was a "lesson", she didn't want to risk scaring her friend.

Jen let out a husky whisper. "Feel free to look closer Audrey. Oh god, I don't mind you looking."

Audrey nodded and bent forward slowly, she didn't want to be so eager. Her friend looked like she was a quarter of the way down the shaft. She watched her body respond as she slipped down it. She didn't want to get too close but her body kept inching close to see it up close. Somewhere in her mind she realized she didn't want to just look. 

Jen watched Audrey inch closer. She didn't want to scare away her friend, but being watched turned her on so much. She slide down the dildo more and more and then pulled off of it, feeling it rub against her entire vagina. Jen was getting off being filled, but being watched drove her mad. She would tie up Adam and have him watch her masturbate sometimes just to get her hot. Audrey's head was almost a foot from her now, and that was getting her even hotter. Jen suggested something more.

"You know, the best way to learn about this is to feel. If you want to touch anything, you don't have to ask, just rub, touch, kiss, I won't say anything."

Audrey panted. Watching Jen riding the toy had turned her on. The wine had loosened her up. The sex party put her in a good mood. Everything together working on her though and that was the only reason she agreed and reached out rubbing Jen's thighs. She had never had a lesbian experience, and this wasn't one? They were just playing with a dildo right? 

Audrey's hands moved closer to her friend's pussy, and that big dildo, finally she reached it and put her hands on her friend's body. She knew how to pleasure herself, so she tried what she knew worked. She rubbed at the top of her friend's pussy where her friend's clit should be. Audrey looked up and watched the young girl bounce on the dildo that was the size of her husband and she loved watching it.

Jen was moaning out and the fact she was now being touched drives her crazy, she moaned out and thrust her pelvis while riding the dildo. Her friend was pressing her right in her special place. Jen thought back to her first time with a woman where she was the one watching, and now she had her friend in the same position. She almost screamed as she jerked and gushed. Jen's body got heavy, and she knew she had to get off of the dildo. 

As Jen stood up, Audrey sat back. Jen lost her footing through and fell forward onto friend and landed on her lap. Jen giggled and gave her friend a kiss. She was glowing from her orgasm and then kissed her again.

Audrey was shocked. Rubbing her friend's body was far, but now her lips were pressed against her friends,, as her friend sat in Audrey's lap naked. Perhaps she had also drank too much, but she kissed back and laughed at the thought of the whole situation.

"Now it's your turn" Jen stated as she rolled off her friend onto the couch. "Matt's asking for you."

Audrey blushed. "No. It's ok, thanks Jen but.. I'm good."

Jen laughed. "Come on, you got a show, now it's your turn to feel how good he is. I'm already naked, and trust me.. you'll never feel better."

Audrey sighed and looked at the toy glistening with her friends' juices on it. She wanted to feel it, she felt a need to know how it'd feel.

Jen watched her friend. "How about you take off your dress?"

Audrey nodded, distracted by the dildo, she slide her dress off of her and stared at it. Jeff was a good lover, but Audrey rarely was in control, she almost never was on top during sex. Without thinking about it, Audrey removed her bra and slide her panties down. As she bent over to step out of them, her lips were next to the dildo, she could smell sex as she did her lips were next to the dildo when she bent over. She let her lips brush the tip and enjoyed the slight taste she got and the raunchiness of the kiss. 

Jen watched realizing the idea of using a dildo was driving her friend she sat on the couch and recovered. She saw Audrey kissing the dildo and wondered if her friend would mind her musky scent. Audrey's reaction told Jen that Audrey didn't mind her taste at all, Jen wondered if she'd be willing to try it from the source..

Audrey turned to her friend, seeing where she sat she turned to face her, and tried to sit back on the dildo, the first attempt though made the dildo move, and Audrey giggled. 

"Oh damn, this is harder than I thought" Audrey tried to move her body, but the dildo slipped again.

"Don't worry, that's what happens after it's been.. used. Let me help." 

Before Audrey could respond Jen was in front of her sitting where Audrey sat before to watch. She felt one of Jen's hands on her thigh and saw another reach under and move the dildo back under her.

"Just sit down slowly, let me guide Matt in. He's excited."

Audrey nodded and let her friend do what she wanted, she didn't want to make a scene. As she sat though she felt the large phallic enter her and she was surprised when she moaned out. 

"Oh Jen, that's... Oh god that's nice."

Audrey stopped and then slid down the dildo a little as she sat more, she realized by sitting she was displaying her body for her friend but the dildo felt amazing inside her and all she wanted to do was let it fill her and moan. 

Jen sat back and watched, she watched her friend enjoy the dildo and watched. She was passing on two secrets, how a dildo felt, and how wonderful it felt to be watched during playing with a dildo, she wondered if she should try to add one more piece of the wonderful puzzle. 

Audrey was in her whole world, she seemed to get the idea of riding the dildo with little help, the table was a little lower than she imagined but all those squats and lunges in the gym were paying off as she moved her body up and down the dildo as she wanted. No, as she needed. 

Jen looked at Audrey, she always admired the older woman's body, she might have a little weight, but most of it was in her breasts. She imagined what it would feel like to caress those globes. She slowly leaned forward as if she was looking at her friend's pussy. Jen knew what it looked like, but she wanted to know how close she could get to her friend.

Audrey bounced and looked down, a little shocked as she saw her friend moving towards her. Part of her didn't want her friend to get close to her, but another part wanted to ask Jen to touch her body. She had never been with a woman, and aside from Jeff's suggestions for threesomes, she didn't think about it. Jen was a close friend though, if she ever did want to try anything, Jen wouldn't be the last person to come to mind and she wanted to try it today. 

Jen got closer and after realizing Audrey saw her and wouldn't stop her, she moved her lips forward and kissed her friend's crotch aiming for her clit. Her lips met her friend's and for a second the older woman stopped, but when Jen rubbed her friend's pussy with her tongue, her friend jerked. 

"Oh god, Jen."

"Mmm, yes Audrey?" She didn't move back, but she took her tongue off her friend for a moment. 

"Keep doing that, it feels so right." 

"You know, there's one feature of this dildo we haven't used?"

Jen smiled, hoping Audrey didn't see how happy the idea made her, her lips found her clit again as Audrey bounced on the dildo, she then parted her lips and licked her friend's clit again. 

"What's that? It feels so good as it is."

Jen reached down to its base and twisted the shaft, the entire dildo started to vibrate in her friend's pussy, she didn't want to scare her friend before, but now that she was enjoying riding it, Jen knew her friend would love this. 

Audrey loved it. The tongue on her clit, her friend watching her, and the way the toy pulsed inside her was driving her crazy. She almost screamed out, then after a few seconds she screamed. Audrey called Jen's name and grabbed her friend's head pressing it forward into her crotch. She recognized that she had done this with Jen's boyfriend and that thought drove her crazier. 

Audrey moaned out, she was nervous when she started, but now the thought of her friend down there and the giant dildo sticking out of her made her forget her nervousness. The whole idea was so crazy she feltl her body responding like never before. In fact this wasn't like with Jeff, the way Jen was playing with her made her need to come. 

Jen smiled and saw her friend tense up, she had teased her friend now she knew she needed that technique her roommate taught her. She covered her friends clit again and released 'the tongue twister'. 

Audrey screamed out again as her body exploded with sensations. Audrey had never used a dildo, so when she came she back, she almost sat down on the dildo. 

Jen noticed her friend was sinking down and realized she would cram the whole dildo into her unless Jen stopped her. Jen sprung up and tried to catch her friend, but as her arms wrapped around Audrey, the dildo Audrey was sitting on slipped. Instead Audrey and Jen fell backwards onto the table in each other's arms and the dildo slipped out of Audrey's pussy. The two women giggled again and Audrey kissed Jen in a way she had only kissed her husband. 

"Thank you, that was incredible." Audrey sighed as she laid back.

"You are very welcome. If you'd like you could 'accidentally' take the dildo back to your place, and when you come back and return it, I could show you more ways to use him, or even get you one of your own."




Rules of Engagement - The Three Secrets



Audrey laughed. "I'd like that. I think I need some very special attention from Matt Damon."

Jen laughed at that. "And he'd love to give you it, the nice thing is Matt Damon never gets tired, but first I want to say good bye, for a little bit."

Jen picked up the dildo and winked at Audrey as she slide the dildo down her throat tasting her and her friend's juices. 

Audrey just smiled at Jen knowing that when she comes back she would have to try that out herself. She hoped that wasn't the only thing the young girl could teach her.

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Returning to the diner. 

The Present

The four friends sat at the table, thinking back to their secrets. No one talked for a few minutes. Jeff had crammed a bite of his sandwich into his mouth and chewed. Audrey and Jen looked at each other. Audrey would normally roll her eyes at what Russell had said, but instead she licked her lips and then grabbed her sandwich hoping no one but she hoped Jen would know what she was thinking. Adam just smiled and thought about nothing, his normal life. 

The End



Rules of Engagement



On the couch Russell was now sitting there and Jennifer climbed across his legs and resting her hands on the back if the couch slowly her cunt against the length of Russell's huge cock. Her dripping pussy bathe is cock in her juices and literally drench his cock in her juices. 

Russell reached down and gripping his huge cock slowly swiped the mushroom sided head at the entrance to her pussy.

Jennifer's face had a grimace on it as she felt the head began parting the lips of her cunt and she rolled her hips in a tight circle. Another inch penetrated her loosening cunt, but in no way able to accommodate the huge piece of meat slowly entering her gorgeous body. Her huge tits were slick with sweat as she arched her back and her long brown locks danced across her ass and Russell's thighs. Her breath was coming out in gushes as Russell slid another inch into her. Her eyes went wide as he arched his hips and drove a few more inches into her as he gripped her hips and pushed her down onto his thighs. Nearly eight inches were now imbedded in her as she shook and came around his cock. 

Jennifer wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him hard, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. Her juices flowed freely from her cunt creating a lot of lubrication for Russell to slide more of his huge shaft up into her belly. She tore her mouth from his and arched her back again. As she did this he captured one of her tight dark nipples in between his lips and sucked it hard, at the same time he drove more of his cock into her and she let out a loud groan and now nearly all of his fourteen inch cock was buried in her quaking pussy. 

Jennifer was panting trying to keep from hyperventilating; she rolled her head back, her long dark longs danced about her back, now stringy from the sweat pouring from her body. She stiffened as she came again. This created enough added lubrication for Russell to shove the remaining three inches of his fat cock into her cunt. She let out a scream and crushed her sweaty tits against his chest, collapsing against him as she continued cumming.

With every upward thrust, Russell stabbed Jennifer's cervix sending tremors through her entire body. She was in a state of constant orgasm. She could not stop shaking as every nerve ending was connected to her womb and the invading salami plummeting her body.

On the small sofa next to them, Audrey and Barb were locked on a classic sixty-nine, with Audrey on top driving her tongue in and out of her baby sister's pussy. She would slow her lapping from time to time to watch the huge cock stretching her neighbor's cunt to extremes. 

The front door opened and jack put his finger to his lips telling Adam to keep quiet. With both couches facing away from the door none of the four naked people saw them enter. Closing the door Jack and Adam slipped deeper into the room and they were rewarded with a site even better then the movie flickering on the television. Jack watched as his wife had her head buried between the thighs of his sister. The entire lower part of Barb's body was covered in Audrey's blonde mane. 

Jack dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Dropping his shorts he kicked them away and steeped forward to get a better view. 

On the other couch Jennifer was now on her knees and she had her head buried in the arm of the sofa as Russell slammed his thick cock into her pussy doggy style. Juices were flowing down her thighs as Russell plowed into her dripping pussy. Adam dropped his shorts as he stroked his cock watching that slime, Russell fuck his fiancé. 

Now naked Jack approached the sofa where Jennifer had her head buried in the couch, when she saw Jack's stiff she was shocked at first, but when she turned and saw Adam approaching Audrey raised ass she turned back to Jack and sucked his cock deep down her throat. Jennifer was in heaven, a huge cock slammed into her from behind and with each thrust it caused Jack's cock to slip deeper down her throat.

Jack brushed her damp curls away from her face, wanting to watch her thick red lips mold themselves around his fat cock. Jack felt her tongue roll around and around his shaft as she bobbed up and down. She was moaning constantly causing a humming feeling on his cock. 

Jennifer was cumming again as Russell plummeted her dripping pussy from behind. Both Jack and Russell played with her floating tits that hung down below her and this caused her orgasm to be even stronger.

Sweat was dripping from her face and body as every pore of hers was flushed with excitement. She sucked Jack's cock faster and harder as she felt his balls tightening.

Jack pulled out of her mouth and shot load after load all over her face. Another shot went into her long damp locks and it slowly slid down like a thick cream rinse.

On the couch Adam was slamming his longer dick in and out of Audrey's foaming pussy. Even though he was considerably longer, he was not as thick as Jack. Audrey loved this longer cock as it found areas that were not touched for many years now. When in college she fucked any cock available, but when she met Jack and his fat cock she was in love. Now she realized just how much she missed a nice long cock. 

She pushed hard against his thighs as he banged away at her spread thighs. Her firm full ass was making him go crazy as he slipped first one, then a second finger in her puckered asshole. Beneath Audrey, Barb lapped away at her big sister's clit and moved to Adam's cream covered cock as it slid in and out of her sister. She lapped away at his swinging balls and he knew he would not last much longer. As his balls tightened he pulled out and shot his load all over Audrey's pussy and Barb's face and waiting tongue. 

When Russell saw this, it was just too much to take and he unloaded his cum deep in Jennifer's sopping pussy. The huge load caused Jennifer to explode once again, she collapsed on the sofa and Russell slipped out of her and a loud pop echoed in the room as he came out of her tight hole.

Her pussy was gaping wide open as cum oozed out of her red abused hole and she wiggled her ass from side to side as her orgasm subsided.

The entire room was filled with the sounds of loud breathing as everyone tried to regain some composure after the mini orgy that had just taken place. As everyone was sitting around naked, eyes were darting from one naked body to another and it seemed that everyone was getting turned on and ready for some more hot steamy sex.

Russell was the first to speak up; "Well that was interesting, anyone ready for round two?"

Jennifer let out a groan; "I am, but I need a quick shower first, is that okay Audrey?"

Jack spoke up, "Sure Jennifer, seeing I caused a lot of the mess, I'll join you."

Off the two of them went to the bathroom.

Audrey turned to Barb and kissed her again and licked the cum from her face. Turning to Russell; "Okay you sleaze, even though you repulse me most of the time, I guess I'll try some of that monster cock you have between your scrawny legs."

"Oh Audrey I just love it when you talk dirty."

He pulled her to the sofa he was sitting on and they were soon in a heated embrace.

On the other couch Barbara pushed a stray blonde lock from her face and smiled at Adam; "I guess that leaves the two of us, doesn't it?"

Adam cupped her pretty face and kissed her softly on the lips and whispered; "I think I got the best of the lot."

Barb threw her arms around Adam and they were now in a heated embrace. With parted lips their tongues dueled and moved from one's mouth to the other. Her full firm tits crushed against his hairy chest causing her nipples to tighten even more. His hand drifted down to her stiff nipple and slowly cupped her full tit. His palm scraped across it and she moaned in his mouth.

Barb reached down and grasped his already stiffening cock and slowly stroked it up and down. It was his turn to groan and he squeezed her tit harder. When they broke their kiss Adam buried his face in her neck and brushed her golden locks away from her shoulder. Adam was driving her crazy as he licked and nipped at her neck and earlobe. He moved to her shoulder and upper chest and left a trail of wet kisses as his tongue licked his way to her upturned nipple. As he cupped her tit and lifting it higher he drew the stiffened nipple in between his lips. 

Barb threw her head back and let out a squeal and crushed his head harder against her full firm breast.

When Barb let out that squeal, on the other couch Audrey popped her head off of Russell's lap letting his huge stiff cock pop out of her mouth.

"Hey Adam what are you doing over there to my baby sister?"

Barb's eyes were glassed over and she let out a lazy smile; "Don't you worry about me big sister, you just take care of that big cock there. God Audrey how can you handle something that huge?" Looking down at Adam she whispered; "Am I glad Jennifer and Audrey came home when they did. If they didn't I probably would be torn in two by that huge cock. How the fuck did Jennifer take that entire monster in her pussy?"

Raising his mouth off her tit he looked up at her sexy face, her hair all disheveled; "I don't know how she took all of that. I always thought she was satisfied with my large, but slim cock. I guess I was wrong. Did you see how she was in ecstasy as Russell fucked her? I sure hope she'll be happy with me once she had that thing up her cunt."

Barb combed her fingers through his hair and drew his mouth back to her spit covered tit; "Well Adam if she isn't satisfied with your equipment, just come and see me, I'll be more then happy to take care of you."

He slid up and they kissed hard again, their mouths ground against one another as she parted her legs and guided his long stiff cock into the entrance of her dripping pussy.

"Oh yes Adam, just like that, oh fuck me deep, god you are long. I just love how deep you are going!"

Barb wrapped her slim legs around his waist and dug her heels in his back and clung onto him for dear life. Barb rose off the couch trying to meet his deep thrusts and the slapping of their bodies together was echoing through the entire room. Her head was tossing around; her long golden tresses were covering her face and upper torso. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her first orgasm wracked her body. She was gasping for breath as he once again covered her mouth with his own. They lapped at each other and all of a sudden Adam gripped her thighs and quickly rolled over. 

Barb was now on top and she didn't miss a beat she picked up the pace riding his cock like a western cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. Barb arched her back, her long blonde hair nearly reaching his legs and it danced around setting him into high gear. He slammed upwards into her dripping cunt. Thick streams of cum flowed from her pussy and flowed down his cock and onto his lap. Squishing sounds turned them on even more as their skin glistened with both of their sweat. It dripped from their bodies as Adam cupped her compact ass and sent her over the top when he shoved a finger up her tiny asshole. It was very tight and he knew there was no way Russell would have fit in either of her holes.

As she came again, her pussy tightened around his cock, drawing his cum from his tightened balls. He clamped his mouth over hers and let go his thick stream of cum deep in her pussy. Her eyes went wide as she felt his cum bathe the inner walls of her pussy. This sent her over the top again and continued to cum and shook. 

As she came down from her euphoric orgasm she slid off his cock. Cum oozed from her cunt and she slid down his body and rested her sweat covered face against his sweaty chest. As they cuddled and caressed each other they watched the erotic sight across the room on the other couch.

Russell had an evil smile on his face as he gathered all of Audrey's long silky blonde hair in his fists and guided her up and down his huge shaft. She would alternate from sucking on the huge knob of a head, and then skin her mouth up and down the length of his cock outside her mouth. Her tongue and full red lips were lapping away at the snake like shaft. Her tiny hand was covered in her spit as she stroked him up and down.

His skinny ass would leap off the couch as she ran her tongue around his cum filled nuts and between his ass cheeks.

Her mouth seemed to be everywhere at once as she worshipped his cock. She knew he had to be thinking the worst about her; "Hell Russell always thought the worst about every woman, the fuckin' pig!! Right now she didn't care what he thought or what Jack thought, hell she's probably in the shower right now fucking Jennifer."

She looked up at Russell though that mane of blonde hair and smiled; "I should make you scream for making me want this cock so fucking bad, hell I think I'll bite this monster off at the nuts!"

"No, no Audrey, don't do that, I promise to be good and make sure you will be totally taken care of before I am. I Promise!! Please go back to sucking me, damn woman; you are without a doubt the best cock sucker I've ever had!" 

She smiled up at him as he regathered her long mass of hair in his fists and drew her back to his pulsating cock. Her dark steamy eyes twinkled as he told her just what she needed to hear. She resumed playing on his skin flute with all of the masterly of a concert concerto. Within seconds his cock was once again dripping in her spit. It was amazing just how much saliva one woman could produce. She let the saliva drip from her mouth down to her massive tits. As she coated the inner slopes of each tit she popped the cock out of her mouth and placed the huge cock between them, it was a perfect fit. She started slow rising and lowering the twin pillows of flesh causing Russell to let out a loud groan. 

On the other sofa Barbara and Adam watched Audrey and Russell. Adam stroked Barb's long blonde hair as she snuggled against his belly, both of their erratic breathing had returned to normal. As they kept watching the other couple, their libido kicked into second gear and Barb reached down and slowly started stroking Adam's awakening cock.

Russell really felt closeness to Audrey for the first time. He drew her up and swiping the hair from her face, pulled her lips to meet his. Their tongues dueled with one another's and his hands traveled down to palm her sweaty saliva covered tits. He thumbed both nipples and she groaned in his mouth. He pulled her higher sucking her silver dollar sized aureoles into his mouth.

Audrey arched her back, shoving as much tit flesh into his mouth that was possible. As he did this she reached back and stroked his cock. Letting go he drew her higher until she straddled his waist. Crushing his face to her chest she reached back and positioned his cucumber sized cock at the entrance to her dripping pussy. Normally for any reasonably sized cock she would have taken it in already, but seeing this one was very, very large she worked her ample hips back and forth, the head popped in and she let out a long hiss and she nearly suffocated Russell with her tits. Inch by glorious inch she worked his stiff meat into her bursting pussy. 

After about three or four minutes Audrey managed to take about half of Russell's cock in her tight dripping pussy. Wave after wave wracked her body and she shook as an orgasm washed over her. Just like Jennifer did earlier, Audrey was now sweating like crazy as she was determined to bottom out with Russell's cock buried deep in her pussy. 

Russell began moving in and out rather then just letting Audrey lower her body on his cock. Doing this allowed more and more of her juices to lubricate his cock and now he was nearly all the way in her.

Audrey was moaning constantly now as Russell began pumping in earnest in her cunt. She began shaking again as another orgasm took over and sent her juices squirting all over both of their lower bodies. 

With Russell now buried deep in her pussy and their bodies making vulgar slapping sounds as they drove up and down on each other. 

Audrey's face was hidden by the mane of blonde hair but we could tell that she was kissing Russell hard as her arms were enveloping his head and her huge tits were squashed against his chest and her nipples were like diamond cutters scraping up and down his chest as she rode him. Her entire body glistened with a layer of sweat. 

On the other couch, Barb was sucking lazily at Adam's cock as it was now at full mast. 

"Adam, I'm going to see if I can join my brother & Jennifer in the shower. It sure looks like my big sister's ass would just love to have your cock in it. Why don't you go and make her really happy?"

Barb got up and drew Adam to his feet. She gave him a long sensual kiss, stroking his cock at the same time and walked slowly towards the bathroom.

Adam stroked his cock until it was as still as possible. It was still well lubricated from Barbara's saliva. As he approached Audrey and Russell, Russ saw him and smiled wickedly. He reached down as he continued to drive his cock up into her dripping cunt and grabbing her ass cheeks spread them wide causing her puckered ring to open.

Adam crouched down and aimed his cock at her hole and with one quick lunge popped the head into her ass.

Audrey let out a high pitched squeal and dropped down violently on Russell's cock. This sent to into another orgasm and she shook and squirmed against Russell's belly. Her clit, red and extended scraped against his pubic hair causing her to quake and cum again and again.

With his cockhead imbedded in Audrey's asshole he shoved forward and his long slim cock slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. Adam slowly slid his cock in and out of her ass as Russell plummeted her pussy at the same time. This triggered another impending orgasm from Audrey. He reached forward and cupped her full large tits. As he tweaked her nipples, Russell leaned forward and sucked the dark red nipple between his lips as Adam continued to tweak them.

Audrey went off and didn't stop as the two men assaulted her ass, pussy and tits. Her entire body was covered in sweat and dripped all over Russell. Adam leaned against Audrey's back, sliding in and out of her ass faster and faster. 

Russell picked up the pace also as both of the men neared orgasm. She felt them growing larger continuing her ongoing orgasm, bathing both men in her squirting cum. Both men responded by filling her two bursting holes with their own cum. 

All three shook and emptied themselves on and in each other. They collapsed onto the couch and lay there moaning and panting

While all of this was occurring Jennifer and Jack were stepping into the large oversized shower. Jennifer found a hair clip of Audrey's in the bathroom and piled her long curly mane of brunette hair on the top pf her head.

Jack had the water rather hot and the room was filled with steam. He soaped up his hands and began running his large hands over Jennifer's long shapely back. Rubbing hard on her shoulders and upper back this caused Jennifer to let out a moan of approval. He worked his way down to the lower portion of her back and she leaned back against him. As she did this his stiffened cock brushed against the upper portions of her full firm ass. Again she let out a moan and she leaned back even more and reaching back pulled Jack's head to hers and she kissed him hard. She worked her full red lips hard against his, parting her lips she wormed her way into his mouth and they were both breathing hard.

Jack slipped his hands around the front of her and slowly soaped up her washboard muscled belly rubbing in small slow circles he slowly worked his way up to her lower chest. The backs of his hands brushed against the bottom portions of her full firm tits. 

Jennifer anticipated what was coming next and she wiggled her wet ass cheeks Jack's throbbing cock. She let out a long guttural moan when Jack cupped her tits and slowly started massaging them and needing the large globes covering them with the soapy suds. As he ran the flat of his palms back and forth across the throbbing nipples, she once again let out a loud moan and reaching back she ran her soap covered hand up and down his thick hard shaft. 




Rules of Engagement



Jack worked a thick lather on her tits and they were totally covered in soap and Jack was in heaven. He couldn't get enough of her tits as he continued to slip and slide over her high firm globes. Finally letting them go he slid to his knees and with the water pounding on his back began working his soap covered hands up and down her shapely long legs. Up and down, down and up, Jack worked on her long columns of flesh for over five minutes. By now Jennifer was rolling her head back, leaning forward against the shower wall as she shook with an impending orgasm, even though Jack was staying clear of her cum filled pussy. Jack spread her ass cheeks and slipped his fingers in and out of her ass crack teasing her puckered ass hole with each downward pass. Jennifer bit her lower lip and moaned with each pass.

Jack slowed as he slid down her ass crack and slipped one soapy digit into her ass hole. Holding it there at the first joint he heard her let out a low groan, as he slid deeper to his knuckle he wiggled it around and pulled out quickly, it made a popping sound and Jennifer shook with her first orgasm. 

As Jennifer came, the last of Russell's cum drained from her gaping cunt and rolled down her quivering thighs. 

Jack repeated the sliding up and down her ass crack and once again slid his finger into her asshole, driving it deeper and faster this time. He slid it in and nearly out before sliding it back in again and again. Slipping a second finger in her asshole, Jennifer moaned and thrust her ass hard against his working fingers. With his other hand he reached up and cupped her cum filled pussy and spreading her gaping lips slid his other fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. He worked four fingers into her cunt and the wetness and warmth was overwhelming to Jack. Jack soaped up the hand working her cunt and pumped in and out sending her over the top once again.

By now Jack had both of her holes clean from Russell's assault and rinsing the soap from her lower body, Jack clamped his mouth on her dripping cunt and slipped his tongue deep in her hole. Her sweet juices covered his tongue and lips. 

Jennifer arched her lithe sexy body as tremor after tremor wracked her body; no one has ever sucked her pussy the way jack was doing. Even as she came she envied Audrey for having that talented mouth between her legs nightly. As Jack slipped from between Jennifer's thighs he faced the hot water and washed the sweet nectar from his face and neck. Standing up he turned Jennifer around to face him. 

She wrapped her arms around him and locked her lips on his. Her tongue invaded his mouth like a lizard. Crushing her stiff nippled tits against his hairy chest she wrapped one legs around his waist and humped his stiff, fat cock.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Jack urged Jennifer to her knees to suck his erect cock. She went willingly and let out a squeal as he turned his body so the shower spray fell upon her face and head.

Digging his hands in her long curly dark locks he unclipped her hair and the shower reduced her hairdo to a mass of wet, stringy hair. Reaching for a bottle of shampoo he squirted a good amount onto her scalp and began working the lather into her hair.

Jennifer smiled around the cock that was halfway down her throat and let out a moan of pleasure as Jack continued to work his fingers through her long luxurious hair. She picked up the pace bobbing up and down on his cock, her tongue floated around the shaft as she pumped up and down on his extra thick shaft. It was nowhere as long as Russell's bit just as thick. She had the best in the three men she had today, Adam was nearly as long as Russell's but as thick as a ketchup bottle, and she always liked a thick cock over a long one.

Adam could feel the cum boiling in his balls but wanted to fuck his sexy next door neighbor. Pulling her off his cock he pulled her to her feet and directed her towards the shower spray. With his cock digging into her ass crack he washed the lather from her hair and leaning her over stepped closer to her ass. Grabbing his stiff cock he swiped it up and down the dripping lips of her pussy. Lodging the head between her lips, which was already returned to normal after fucking Russell's horse cock. Jack thrust his hips forward and he slid into the tight hot channel that was bubbling with her hot sweet juices. He picked up the pace as their wet skin slapped against each other the sound was so erotic that it brought both of them to the brink of orgasm.

Just then the door opened and Barbara stood there smiling; "Hi guys, mind if I join you?"

Neither said a word as Jack resumed slamming his stiff cock against the lush globes of Jennifer's ass, his cock stretching her cunt to the limit once again.

Jennifer, half stood up and drew Barbara to her and they kissed. Within seconds Barb's long blonde hair was as wet and stringy as Jennifer's. She let out a yelp and latched her mouth on one on Jennifer's swaying tits. 

Jennifer let out a moan and then a groan as Jack pulled out of her dripping pussy.

Jack rinsed off quickly and tugged at Jennifer; "Let's take this to the bedroom, the water is turning cold and this shower wasn't made for three. Anyways I want you two spread out on the bed so I can really fuck both of you."

Neither of the women needed to be asked twice as they exited the shower, Jack had two large towels out to dry the two opposite looking woman. Where Jennifer was large and lush, but nowhere fat, Barb was petite and compact, with a firm Barbi sort of body.

The three of them hurried laughing to the large bed. Jack got there first and the two ladies climbed up on either side of him. With their hair wet they laughed as they dragged their wet locks back and forth across Jack's hot body. Jennifer worked her hair over his chest area and Barb did the same across his stiff cock and legs. The laughing quit abruptly as Barb stretched her full red lips around his cock and sucked him into her mouth.

Jennifer scooted down and began lapping at his hairy balls. Their lips met at the middle of his cock and all of a sudden they abandoned his cock and began kissing one another deeply. Barb moved to Jennifer's dark fat nipples and began licking around and around causing Jennifer to let out a low groan and comb her fingers through dark blonde hair. 

Jack climbed out from under the two intertwined bodies and got behind Barb. It was her turn to moan as Jack swiped his cock up and down the hairless slit of his sister. Leaning forward the thick fat head popped in and in doing so crushed her face against Jennifer's chest even harder. Jack pushed steadily and soon was balls deep in her very tight dripping pussy. Jack began sliding in and out of her tight hole. He fucked her at a steady pace and she pushed back against him as she became accustomed to his thick cock. Slowly he picked up the pace, his thighs slapped hard against her ass cheeks and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room.

Jennifer scooted down on the bed and gripping Barb's head guided her between her legs. Barb went willingly and lapped away ay Jennifer's dripping pussy. Shoving two fingers into her cunt, Barb found her clit and lapped away at if feverishly. Jennifer fell back onto the bed and squeezed her thighs about Barb's blonde head.

Seeing the two women locked together this caused Jack to fuck Barb faster and harder.

Barb groaned loudly into Jennifer's pussy and started cumming; her juices flowed freely from her cunt. 

At about the same time, as Barb worked her tongue on Jennifer's clit she came all over Barb's hot tongue. Jennifer laid there shaking as Barb lazily licked at her dripping cunt.

Barb rolled out from between Jennifer's thighs and Jack's stiff cock popped out; it waved back and forth dripping with barb's sticky cum. He was frustrated, not cumming yet, but he could tell Barb was finished for now.

He slid forward and gripping Jennifer behind her knees pulled her prone body towards him. Leaning forward he slid easily into her slick pink puffy cunt.

Jennifer let out a loud groan and wrapped her long shapely legs around his back and arching her back drove her cunt hard up against his body. Up and down she arched her hips trying to sink Jack's cock deeper and deeper in her foaming pussy.

As Barb laid on the bed watching her brother and his neighbor fuck she played with her well fucked pussy thinking' "I fucked Adam's long slim cock and Jack's shorter, but very thick cock, hummmm, I just wonder if I could now take Russell's large cock up my pussy?"

Barb slipped out of bed to see if she could really accommodate Russell's monster cock. 

Neither Jack nor Jennifer noticed her leaving as they picked up their pace. Jennifer now was bent in two; her long legs were draped over Jack's shoulders as he jack hammered her foaming pussy, her damp long hair surrounded her head like a halo as she mumbled incoherently rolling her head from side to side.

Jack knew he was nearing the end, he could feel the cum boiling in his balls and felt Jennifer's cunt muscles tighten as she also neared orgasm.

She tore her mouth from his; "Come on Jack, fuck my pussy harder, yes, yes just like that. Just a little more and I'll cum, oh Jack I love your thick fat cock, oh my god, I'm there, I'm cummingggggggg!!"

This put Jack over the top, he felt her really tighten and then a flood of hot sticky fluids drenched his cock. He slammed deep into her one last time and began shooting in her quaking pussy. Spurt after spurt was emptied deep in her womb, Jack fell against her, their sweaty bodies entwined. The room was filled with heavy breathing as they came down from one fantastic orgasm. After about five minutes Jack climbed off of Jennifer and grabbing her hand kissed it and said; "Come on Jen, let's take another shower and go see what's going on in the living room."

When Barn entered the living room her sister was sucking wildly on Russell's horse cock as Adam was behind her driving his long slim cock up her ass. Audrey was moaning around Russell's cock and was startled when Barb came up next to her and joined in with the bathing of Russell's cock. Audrey let go and ran her fingers through Barb's damp locks as Adam continued to slam into Audrey's ass.

Barb was dripping, first from the fucking Jack had given her and from the anticipation of fucking Russell's huge cock. She drew up his body, locking her lips on his, she straddled his lap and slowly lowering her slim, petite body she slipped the head in her dripping cunt. Inch by glorious inch, Russell felt the tightest cunt he had ever had envelope his raging cock. He wanted to give her the fuck of her life, but with all of the sucking Audrey had given him and having this petite tight body riding his cock he just knew he couldn't last long.

Russell tried his best to bring Barb off before he emptied his cum in her pussy. Capturing a stiff nipple between his lips he sucked hard and she let out a groan. He drove deeper and deeper into her pussy. 

She felt like she was being split in two, but was happy that she finally had the nerve to sample his cock and was happy she did. She rolled her head back and her long hair tickled his thighs as she bounced up and down on his cock. 

All four of the people on the sofa were now moaning and groaning as Adam unloaded in Audrey's tight ass and she came as Adam fingered her dripping cunt.

With one last downward slam, Barb shook and came around Russell's cock. He couldn't hold off any longer either and shot load after load into her cunt. She thought her inside would explode from the violent spurt after spurt driving into her tiny body. 

As the four of they laid motionless on the sofa, all breathing hard trying to regain some composure Jack and Jennifer came out of the bathroom, both wrapped in large fluffy towels.

Jack looked down at the cum seeping out of his wife and sister and he yelled out; "Damn you Russell. Look what you did to my couch; you'll have to pay to have it cleaned!"

Russell smiled lazily; "I'll make you a deal, if you let me fuck Barb and Audrey again, I"LL buy you a new sofa!!"

Jack smiled; "DEAL!"

Both Audrey and Barb threw pillows at Jack.

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This is the first of a series of TV show I would like to write about. Please let me know what you think about the content. 

If you have criticism about the punctuation or spelling, go fuck yourself. I'm writing more for the story and never considered myself an English teacher, if you want that go read Mary Poppins. 

Next up, "Ghost Whisperer" with Jennifer Love Hewitt, Aisha Tyler and Camryn Manheim.