4 comments/ 14974 views/ 1 favorites The Harloteer By: PolAmour Sitting on bar stools on a busy Thursday night in London, Carmen and Justin appeared to all the world to be a average couple out enjoying an evening's drink; calm, collected, an established couple relaxing after a day's work in the city. Each knew the other's nervousness, that the self-possessed air was practised and hiding butterflies in her stomach and a knot in his throat. Her calm, almost aloof manner stemmed from being in character: Her metal band necklace was actually a collar, under her jacket and skirt she had exquisitely delicate underwear, suspenders, seamed stockings and heels which, on closer inspection, were better suited to a pole dance club than an office. In public she would be Carmen. In private she would be Miss Conduct, addressed simply as "Madam", the means of address she deemed most appropriate for her as a Domme. Justin's cool exterior was a result of his time in the Marines, any inner turmoil or uncertainty about what they were about to undertake was kept in check such that only those who knew him best could see past his apparently neutral, relaxed public face. The suits in the bar talking finance, IT and insurance paid little attention other than to sneak a look the pretty, lithe blonde in great shoes perched cross legged at the bar or the tall, muscular, clean shaven man with neatly cropped hair and an outdoorsy tan. It was Justin who noticed her first. A barely perceptible lull in conversation as half the straight men in the bar lost the thread of their conversation momentarily, their heads turned for a fraction of a second to track her as she walked in. Following their gaze Justin picked her out across the crowded bar, beautiful soft pre-Raphaelite brunette curls, her pencil skirt just a little too short, accentuating her long legs and hugging her tight toned hips and arse, her tailored jacket pinched right in at the waste and cutting a V down her chest which revealed an average but beautifully firm cleavage but hid any clothes that she had underneath. Her high cheekbones emphasised by her make up, as were her dark pink lips. Her over-done eyes were heavily lined, her thick lashes dark, long and probably fake, framing huge brown doe eyes which, despite being wide with embarrassment and nerves clearly sported a pinky-purple eye shadow of a shade reserved for lap-dancers and porn stars. She stopped in the middle of the bar and looked around anxiously. "That's got to be Candy." Justin whispered to Carmen, placing his hand on her knee as he leaned in to her ear. "All that yoga seems to have paid off." Carmen tittered knowingly "although I doubt she is as flexible as me." "Ever competitive." Justin replied as the two of them briefly revelled in her discomfort. She was not their sub and they knew it poor manners to use her as such before having even met her Dom but nor did they presume to let her off the hook entirely. "That will be Al then." Justin said gently nodding past Candy and towards the door. He was smiling, not a broad amused grin nor one of enjoyment of Candy's superficial beauty, but a smile of satisfaction and pleasure at both her obedience and discomfort. Six foot, dark, broad, he was dressed in slacks, jacket, the sort of shirt that could be worn with a suit in a deliberate choice to blend in with the after work crowd. His choice to not stand out made Candy all the more aware of the eyes on her. Justin stood and moved across the bar to give her some respite. "You must be Candy." A statement rather than a question. "Yes Sir." She replied meek but relieved dropping her gaze slightly. "I'm Justin," he said warmly "Won't you take a seat?" he asked gesturing toward the bar stool he had himself just vacated. "Thank you sir." She replied quietly, not wishing to be over heard by the other drinkers. Carmen watched Candy walk towards her. She knew that Justin would want to steal a glimpse of Candy from behind, to watch her back side move as she tip toed along in those huge heels with her long shapely legs but she also knew that his impeccable manners would mean he would forego that particular visual treat for mow. She smiled at the thought of him trying to burn eyes in the back of his head as he turned to Al and moved to offer his hand. "Al." A firm grip and hand shake accompanied recognition from the photos they had exchanged online. "Justin. You do know how to make your sub make an entrance. Where did you find her?" Justin asked, attempting and failing to contain his amazement. "I don't find harlots, I make them." Al replied with a knowing grin. Justin smirked and nodded his appreciation and smiled "Hence the name. Come and meet Carmen." They went over to the two women who were now sitting side by side as Carmen ordered a round of drinks. She stood up and offered her hand as Al approached. "Delighted." Al said, cocking his head slightly and nodding as he took her hand. "Thank you." She smiled back "You may wish to remind your sub that it is Madam, not Mistress or Miss." She said, regaining her perch on the stool. Al slipped his hand into his pocket and fished out a black leather bound notebook. Briefly scribbling in it he stowed it and took a seat so that Candy was flanked by him on the left and Carmen on the right. Justin sat on a stool next to Al forming a semi-circle abutting the bar. "I note all her misdemeanours. That ways she knows that she will pay later but never knows what she is paying for." Candy squirmed visibly in her seat, catching her breath and swallowing hard. Justin regarded her and after a moment she relaxed and reached for her drink on the bar. Just as she lifted it she tensed again, gripping the glass hard and shaking slightly, struggling not to spill any. "Remote control." Al explained, taking a small plastic key fob from his pocket. "Try it." He offered Carmen the fob which she accepted rather too eagerly. It was surprisingly well made for what amounted to a sex toy control. Smooth and unexpectedly heavy holding it in her palm was an unexpectedly sensual experience. She pressed the rubber button and felt a satisfying click as Candy took her drink from her lips and swallowed hard and deliberately. Carmen left it running longer than Al had watching fascinated as Candy started to rock slightly and her eyelids became heavy. Carmen keyed the fob again, Candy's body betraying her disappointment even as her face flushed with relief that she had not been made to orgasm in a pubic bar. "What do you say?" Al addressed her. "Thank you." Adding quickly, "Madam." Al saw Justin's wry smile. "Oh, It gets better than that." He said, rather proudly. "Under her jacket all she is wearing is a rope corset I tied her into earlier. "Here" he placed a hand on her waist encouraging Carmen and Justin to feel for themselves. "Wow. No wonder she is blushing so much." Said Carmen. They chatted more, Justin and Carmen instructing Candy that she was to use their names while they were in the bar. The atmosphere was friendly, jovial even, with laughter and jokes as they talked about themselves, their own experiences and lives and asked about each other. For about an hour or so they relaxed into each other's company; they were four friends meeting for a post work drink... After a while, Al excused himself briefly and instructed Candy to use the ladies leaving Justin and Carmen at the bar alone. "What do you think?" Carmen asked. Justin took a long breath. He clasped his hands, elbows on the bar and rested his chin on his thumbs. He stared at the mirror behind the bar pensively, watching the other drinkers, the man in the grey suit with white cuffs getting agitated into his mobile phone, the group of secretaries apparently out for a birthday getting drunker and louder than the other groups, the guy in his mid fifties in chinos and a blazer staring across a table at the younger man, out of place in here in his jeans and t-shirt. Finally he saw what it was he was looking for. Candy and Al, discretely waiting in a corner. They were chatting quietly, her smiling, him with an arm around her, tender and doting. Justin drew two fingers across his lips and tapped them twice. "I think that they are genuine. I don't think she is being coerced into this. I'm comfortable taking it further. What are your thoughts?" "I agree. They do seem genuine and sane. I'm happy. She is gorgeous, he reminds me of you a little, I think their dynamic is like ours: he is pushing her but only where she wants to go. He seems to be talking responsibility for her. I'm happy to go to the flat and watch. Where are they?" She replies and looks around the bar to wave them back over. Justin reached into his camera bag and pulls out a gift -wrapped bottle of red wine, a pre-arranged signal. "We have something we'd like to share with you." Carmen said to Al, "But this isn't really the place." "That's lucky, I have something I'd like to share with you" Al quipped back, "And this isn't the place for that either." Finishing their drinks they headed out to flag down a taxi, a classic black London cab. As it pulled into the curb Justin held the door open for Candy who stumbled as she stepped in and practically fell on the floor clearly flashing her lack of knickers up her short skirt to business men drinking outside the bar. "This remote works rather well." Grinned Carmen, as Candy struggled into a seat, while Carmen congratulated herself on setting it off at just the right moment to trigger Candy's misplaced step. As they climbed in the back behind her the driver checked that Candy was o.K. and then asked if she had drunk too much and was going to be a problem. "She's fine." Al said. "This week as been very long and very very hard." Candy said, in a husky, breathless whisper, the little vibe inside her still buzzing away. Any sound it made was hidden by the turning over of the engine and if anything, the vibrations of the cab accentuated the effect forcing Candy to cross her legs and squeeze them tight together to try to lessen the effect, fearful of orgasming hard on the back seat. The driver raised his eyebrows but said nothing more, while Al made another entry in his leather bound notebook. The journey took a very long 15 minutes. The atmosphere had changed and become tense and heavy with anticipation. Little was said as Al, Justin and Carmen eyed each other but especially, they eyed Candy. Al, sitting next to her, whispered a sharp rebuke in her ear and Candy lowered her head and made no further eye contact. Carmen, sitting opposite, finally let the remote control vibrator stop and looked Candy up and down hungrily; her crossed legs leading up to her rounded hips and slender waist while her thick long dark curls hung over her shoulders and obscured most of her face. With her head forward, Candy's jacket opened enough at the front for both Carmen and Justin to see the exquisite rope work that held her small but pert breasts in check. Candy's chest heaved as she breathed heavily coming back from the brink of an unfulfilled orgasm and coming round to the realisation that there was as yet a great deal more to come. The taxi arrived outside a smart but nondescript apartment block. Al handed the money to Candy to pay the driver and she had to stoop to hand him the two crisp notes and hold out her hand waiting for change. He could hardly count as he peered down her jacket and she blushed deeply while her pussy throbbed at the thrill of her forced exhibitionism. Outside the cab a quick phone call was made; "Hello mate, yup, good thanks, yup, we're up to no good tonight. Nefarious activities, you know us. Docklands House, flat 504?" The other man nodded. "Yup, 504. The usual, we'll call before midnight. O.k. Thanks, catch you later." The phone was turned off and placed back in a pocket. "Just someone to watch out for us." was the slightly sheepish explanation. "We'd expect nothing less. We don't want to play with anyone who doesn't have the self respect or intelligence to look after they safety and well being. They are hardly likely to look after ours if they don't are they?" The response, accompanied with gestures of agreement and magnanimity as they four of them went into the building. Straight past the concierge, Carmen, Justin, Al and Candy walked directly to the waiting elevator, Candy and Carmen's heels clicking audibly, echoing around the atrium. They pressed for floor 5 and stood in silence again all eyes on Candy much to her discomfort. Carmen and Justin stood behind her admiring her shapely arse and long slender limbs; model, sub, slut, harlot, each term applicable by degrees. Carmen keyed the remote and watched, fascinated, as Candy rocked forward and caught herself, tensing her body to stop her from falling against the elevator wall. As they passed each floor Carmen turned the vibe on and off, her own clit warming with the erotic knowledge of the power she possessed over the other woman. The elevator announced its arrival with a discrete "Bing" and they walked down the wide brightly lit corridor to the apartment. The neutral décor and space a clear indication of a residential space rather than a hotel. Keys jangled in the lock, a door swung open and lights switched on. A remote control was taken from the coffee table, quiet music started, soft lighting keyed on and the remote tossed rather carelessly back onto the table. The apartment itself was modern and fairly spacious, a square hall with bedroom to the left, bathroom to the right and an open plan kitchen, dining, living room opposite the entrance. The living area had a large glass wall looking out over London's docklands, not quite pent house living but sufficiently high on the 5th floor that one could walk around it naked without fear of being arrested. However, it was not so private that neighbouring blocks or an attentive passer-by would not notice a naked submissive standing silhouetted in the window. The wine was placed on the table along with a cork screw and the glasses cabinet was indicated to Candy. As she moved to gather glasses to serve the wine, however, Justin called her back. "Wait." He said, deep and forceful, his voice as if commanding a dog not to run out into the road, making Candy jump slightly. "You are improperly attired. Come here." He stood by the glass wall, the last of the daylight draining from the sky giving way to deep blue and the blackness of night. Candy moved over to where he stood and he physically placed her face almost to the glass looking out over the darkening London cityscape. "Take off your jacket." He demanded quietly but firmly. Candy complied, her heart racing as she undid each button, she could feel her own breath on her face as it came off the glass just inches from her. She slid her arms out of the sleeves and Justin took her jacket, folded it and placed it over the back of his chair. Candy stood there, her rope covered back to Al and Carmen, able to see a ghost like half reflection of herself in the shabari garment Al had tied her into a couple of hours ago. The black silk ropes were still comfortable against her skin, having not moved or pinched. The elegant knots that held her breasts formed a heart shape across her sternum and then left a cut away at the side of her ribs before tapering tightly to form a proper body shaping corset which had left her a little short of breath all evening. Her shallower breathing had left her voice husky and whispering and made her pant slightly, adding to her excitement. Without speaking, Justin placed a hand in the small of her back and unzipped her pencil skirt. Candy fought against the urge to stop him, to grab at the garment that she knew would reveal her naked buttocks framed by suspenders and stockings as it slipped to the floor and lay crumpled around her ankles. "Raise your hands and clasp them above your head. Make sure you keep your balance." Justin quietly encouraged. Candy followed his bidding and exposed her perfectly smooth under arms while feeling deliciously vulnerable and exposed. Justin tugged on the rope corset, loosening the tied off end, his strong movements making her sway and struggle to balance. He hoped that she would have to put her hands out to steady herself, imprinting against the cold hard glass with her hands or, as he unwound the rope savouring every minute, her increasingly exposed breasts. His pulling at the rope became firmer and more deliberate, trying to catch her off balance but, even though her muscles started to burn from the effort and the stress position, she maintained her balance. At last the rope corset was an untidy coil around her feet, her skin delicately marked with the braiding pattern, her back naked, her nipples erect and hard, her breasts taught as her hands remained raised. Justin resisted his own urge to land a slap on her naked back side. He longed to see what sound he could illicit from her toned rear with a hefty "thwack" of his palm but knew it to be more of a head fuck for her simply to tell her to bring her hands to her side and then, having re-taken a seat in the deep leather chair, instruct her to open the wine. Candy turned back into the room, her back to the window, no longer having to face the reality of her being naked and exposed to the city. She looked magnificent, toned, lithe but shapely a slender but womanly figure. She stepped, with what grace she could, from her skirt and the coil of rope and walked very slowly and deliberately over to the table with the wine and glasses, her heels emphasizing her gazelle like gait. She lent forward to pick up the bottle only to suffer another rebuke. "No." Carmen's voice was stern and abrupt. "As Mr Meanours always says, a Lady bends at the knee, a sub bends at the waist. Now do it properly." Candy blushed realising that by leaning forward with her legs straight she would display her arse and now rather wet pussy right at the eye level of Al who was sitting in another leather chair opposite Justin. She dropped her head and bent forward, feeling her arse cheeks part slightly as she did so. "Look at me, girl" Carmen commanded. Candy raised her head and, despite blushing deeply, met her gaze all the way back to a standing position as she tried to force the cork screw into the top of the bottle. Extracting the cork was surprisingly difficult and she strained to pull it out, the bottle in one hand the cork screw in the other. "Be very careful not to waste a drop." Al warned as she strained to pull out the tight plug again. It gave way suddenly but mercifully Candy was alive to it and extracted the cork with a satisfying pop and none of the precious contents was spilled. "Let it breathe a while." Al remarked before turning to Carmen seated on the sofa to his left and asking, "What do you think you'd like to do to her after we've enjoyed a drink?" "Mmmmmm...I'd like to prepare her to serve our wine," Carmen responded, "her armpits are beautifully smooth but her pubic hair needs tidying up and I think her skin would benefit from a little bio oil after being wrapped in that rope, don't you?" "Before she serves?" Al asked. "Yes," Carmen continued, "and I would want to redo her makeup." Al's eyebrow raised questioningly. "I'd like to match her lips." Carmen said although neither Al nor Candy quite understood her meaning. "Would you like to watch me prepare her?" Carmen purred, idly twisting the lanyard of the remote control around her finger. "Be my guest." Al responded as Carmen stood from the sofa and placed the remote on the coffee table. "Move the dining table to the window." She said t o Justin without looking at him as she reached for her bag. "Then bring me a bowl of warm water." Justin lifted the heavy solid dining table with a muscular arm over it and the side pressed to his hip, man-handling it to where he had just untied Candy. He straightened it briefly before moving his easy chair for a better view and going to the open Kitchen area and getting a bowl as she had requested. The Harloteer "Take the vibrator out." Carmen said curtly to Candy. "Place it on the coffee table next to the remote." Candy blushed and looked to Al for support. He simply stared at her, fascinated to see if she would submit to the other woman. After a few second pause Candy reached down to her crotch and, blushing bright red, eased her fingers into her pussy to retrieve the toy. She was so wet that her fingers slid in easily and gently squeezed the little plastic egg out. Justin and Al watched her intently but Carmen was busy laying things out on the dining table. As Carmen heard her place the toy down she instructed Candy to climb on the dining table. Carmen placed a hand on her sternum gently encouraging her to lie back. "First I am going to tidy up that unsightly pubic mess. I'm going to oil you, then I'm going to make your lipstick match the colour of your labia, then you are going to lap dance for me and, depending on how well you do, I'll select a butt plug for you to wear. Now, relax..." Carmen pulled a dining chair alongside the table upon which the prone woman lay. She picked up a razor which she had set to one side and a flannel which she dipped into the warm water. She then used it to smear off Candy's lipstick before rubbing it into her crotch making her pubis wet. Carmen reached for some shaving oil, liberally applying it and mentally giggling to herself about how she would be oiling the rest of Candy's body when she was done and hoping to smear her crotch, pussy and arse with a lubricant shortly afterwards. The thought and act of preparing the sub made Carmen's crotch flush and her clit pulse, the process and anticipation being foreplay in its own right. The fact that the men were watching appealed to her exhibitionist streak while looking at Candy's beautiful soft smooth skin and dark black pubes excited her voyeuristic side. Carmen continued to rub in the shaving oil, deliberately skimming the hood of Candy's clitoris, her inner thighs and her sodden labia, watching her moan, gasp and squirm under her ministrations. Eventually, when she had Candy panting, Carmen placed the cold razor against her delicate skin and gently drew back against the grain of her hair, the rasping sound just audible over Candy's whimpers of delight. Carmen shaved her pubic hair to a small postage stamp "V" then used a set of scissors to trim the remaining hair nice and short. Candy flinched inwardly at each razor stroke and at the snipping noise of the scissors, her nerves making her heart beat out of her chest and her breathing shallow. Carmen then pulled Candy's pussy lips taught to pull the razor over them. The slight friction transferring all the way through to her clitoris, Candy could feel a drop of her own cum slowly languidly making its way from the bottom of her pussy to sit against her tight arse hole. At last Carmen was finished depilating the submissive. She took the flannel and began to wash Candy's most intimate area, the rasp of the material against her vulva made Candy force her hips to meet it, now openly trying to orgasm as Carmen rubbed her harder. As Candy started to gasp and arch her back Carmen would back off, denying her the final release she craved. After a second and third plateau, Carmen simply placed the flannel back in the bowl and looking over her shoulder to Justin announced that she did not require it further. Candy lay panting, tired from the effort and frustration of three near orgasms. "Try to relax sweetheart." Carmen soothed, "You'll cum when you are permitted and not before. Is that clear?" "Yes" Candy replied. "Yes WHAT." Carmen's emphasis on the second word was stern bordering on irritated. "Yes Madam." Candy replied swiftly. Carmen left the apology hanging as she reached for a bottle of bio oil. Warm or cold she asked herself before pouring some direct onto Candy's skin making her tense up. "Not as well trained as I expected." Carmen rebuked as she rubbed the flat palm of her hand in the pool of oil on the Subs stomach. Carmen stood up and lent over the table as she started the massage in earnest. She didn't apply much pressure, it was about covering the skin with the light oil, soothing tired muscles. She poured the next pool of oil into her hands and rubbed them together before placing both over Candy's naked nipples. She took her time rolling the hard nipples beneath her hands and in her fingers, kneeding and teasing Candy's breasts, making her coo and pinch her thighs together to try to put some pressure onto her aching and still unsatisfied clit. "On your front." Carmen commanded and Candy rolled over allowing Carmen to sweep her hands over the Sub's back, her shapely taught thighs and into the crease of her bum cheeks. Carmen's hands slipped between Candy's thighs and parted them slightly so the men watching could see her fingers brush up against her wet cunt and then press gently against her hole until it yielded as Candy uttered a guttural moan. Carmen continued to work the soaking snatch until Candy started to push her hips back raising her arse up, trying to get more of Carmen into her. She thrust back more and more insistently until Carmen abruptly ceased. The moan form Candy this time was one of frustration and exasperation: she had still to be allowed the release of orgasm. "Sit up. Face me" Carmen instructed. "Spread your legs and hold yourself open." Candy obeyed, this time without hesitation or embarrassment. She was so turned on that she would have done anything Carmen told her. Carmen inspected her flushed red labia, deep pink and gorged with blood, swollen and ripe. Without saying a word she took out a compact pallet of lipsticks and held the rainbow of colours to the naked girl's pussy, matching and mixing the colour. Unsatisfied, Carmen stroked the brush over another pad of colour, then a third and fourth, each time making the comparison as Candy sat up on the table, legs hanging down, thighs spread, fingers holding her cunt open like a porn model. When she was satisfied, Carmen smeared the personally matched lip gloss onto Candy's mouth in long slow brush strokes. She then stood, lent in and took Candy's face in her hands and kissed her, a gentle languid kiss tasting her soft lips, tonguing her hot wet mouth, snaking her tongue around the Sub's own. She kissed Candy for what seemed like an age before pulling back, dragging Candy's bottom lip between her teeth, letting it go so that it sprung back with a slight "pop". Carmen reapplied the lip gloss she'd blended, her face never moving more than a few inches from the Sub's. When she was done Carmen said "The wine has had enough time to breath, don't you think?" and she stood, ran her hands down her front to straighten her clothes and took her seat on the sofa opposite Candy. She afforded herself a smug smile as the two men looked on silently and wide eyed. "Put your stockings, suspenders and shoes back on Candy, then serve the wine." Al said, matter-of-factly. After dressing swiftly, Candy tottered over to the coffee table. She poured three glasses and took the first to Al. Bending at the waist she exposed herself to Justin as she handed him the glass. Al thanked her but, as she straightened up to he asked; "No, Madam first" looking at Carmen and taking out his notebook. Candy didn't know whether to she should apologise or not. She looked at Carmen who said sharply; "Well you've started now so you may as well carry on. I have something to remind you of your error." So Candy handed the glass to her master first before again bending over and picking up a second glass, this time her back to Al so he could see just how well matched her lipstick was to her swollen wet cunt. She handed the glass to Carmen who thanked her and instructed her to turn around. "I wish to see my handiwork. Touch your toes." "Sorry Miss?" Candy replied on instinct. Thwack! Carmen's hand struck Candy's arse with a most satisfying noise. The oil on palm and cheek making the contact all the better. Candy's eyes watered, partly from the sting and partly from surprise. "Madam. It is Madam. How many times? Now, touch your toes!" Candy did as she was told, reaching down running her hands down her stocking clad shins, across her delicate ankles and over her strappy "stripper" heels; her arse and vagina presented. "Not bad" Carmen cooed to herself, running a hand softly over Candy's stinging bum cheek. "Stay there." She reached into her bag although Candy couldn't see what for. Carmen showed it to Al and asked "May I?" "Be my guest." Said Al breathlessly. "Candy, hold your arse cheeks apart for me." Carmen said while she deftly rubbed some lubricant onto the cold metal butt plug with her index finger. Still unsure of what was to happen next, Candy reached behind herself and exposed her most intimate hole to the other woman. She gasped as she felt the cold metal against her clenching sphincter and rocked forward. "uh uh." Carmen rebuked her softly. "Just push back a little and relax. It isn't that big and it will warm up soon enough. Take an deep breath and exhale slowly" Candy edged back onto the toy, the metal cold and hard but also very, very smooth, opening her up without a hint of pulling on her delicate arse. She clenched again and felt it give as Carmen expertly allowed her a little respite before returning the pressure as Candy relaxed the involuntary spasm. This time the plug went deep enough that as Candy squeezed against it. It didn't move. "That's it." Carmen said, her voice with the hypnotic quality of dripping syrup. "That's the widest point. Relax and when you feel it sliding in try to hold off clenching until the last moment." Candy fought the urge to clamp down hard on the butt plug but as she felt it ease further into her she couldn't resist squeezing her arsehole tight. The Plug gave, this time sucked into her until the bejewelled base sat snuggly against the brownness of her bum, the shaft sitting in her sphincter and the teardrop of metal deep in her body. She moaned in pleasure and bucked her hips a little but Carmen wasn't done. "Look at the floor." She said, as she watched, fascinated, as a string of Candy's sticky cum hovered stuck to her pussy lip and then snapped into a droplet which fell onto the tiled floor joining the small puddle between Candy's feet. "I've a good mind to make you lick that up." "Yes Madam." Candy replied, once again caught between orgasm, the odd, full, slightly stretched sensation in her arse and the embarrassment of their knowing how turned on she was. "Not before I've had my wine." Said Justin, who was now eager to watch Candy attempt to walk with the plug in her arse. Candy again tottered on her heels, bending over; revealing the pink crystal that sat in the base of the plug. The metal had started to warm but it felt heavy and she had to clench which moved it around inside her and she could feel it pushing the back wall of her pussy into her G spot. She took the third glass of wine to Justin but he remained reclined with his hands on each arm of the big leather easy chair. Bending forward and shivering with discomfort, Candy was again unsure of what to do. Justin turned is right palm upwards and, looking at her, simply instructed, "Place the glass in my hand." Candy moved closer, her breasts and nipples now in reach of his left hand and he reached up, a thumb on her right nipple, his little finger on her left as his large masculine hands spanned her chest. She placed the wine glass in his right hand but remained bent over, her arse and pussy exposed to Al as Justin gently rolled her nipples between thumb and fore finger. He pinched a little harder, alternating between one nipple and then the other, making them swell and harden, and Candy's teeth tingle. She again felt a warm surge through her pussy and had to clench her arse hard to stop gravity's pull sliding it from her. The clenching made her moan as Justin tweaked her nipples a little harder. "Do you like that?" he asked, sternly. "Yes Sir." Candy breathed. "Sweetheart," he said, leaning towards Carmen slightly, "clamps?" He looked back to Candy, her eyes closed in pleasure as he twisted her sensitive nipples a little more "Go over and stand like this in front of Miss Conduct. If you can remember to address me properly there is no reason why you should keep forgetting the correct manner in which to address her, so she has something else to help you remember." He let go of her nipples and took a sip of wine, indicating to Candy that he was done with her for the time being. She moved over to Carmen and lent forward placing both hands on the back of the sofa behind Carmen's head. She could feel her breath on her throbbing nipples and the draft of cold air against her engorged clit. "First, you're going to lap dance for me." "M-Madam?" Candy gasped. While she was a submissive she wasn't a dancer. She had a sensible, professional job in the city and, despite her model looks, she had never lap danced or danced for anyone else other than for herself in nightclubs. Unlike many women in her office, she'd not been to the pole dancing classes at the gym. All of a sudden she felt desperately out of her depth, anxious that she would be punished, or, worse, mocked. "Lapdance for me." Carmen said evenly, looking Candy straight in the eye. Candy stood up uncertainly, her cheeks red, heart racing. How hard could it be she wondered and began to gently twist, rocking her hips and running her hands across her naked breasts. She tilted her head forward, running her soft hair across Carmen's face before squatting in front of her and rubbing her hair into Carmen's lap. Standing again, fighting against her butt plug, she then placed a foot on the sofa by Carmen's leg and rolled her lithe stomach and hips pushing her freshly shaved pussy towards her face. Candy stepped back and deftly turned around like a ballerina, she afforded herself a moment of pride, and again reached down while swaying her hips. Again she squatted and this time lent back her head tilted backwards into Carmen's lap, her arms on her legs, her shoulders moving as seductively as she could manage. She stood and again rolled her stomach and hips, this time her arse moved too and fro, the little jewelled metal butt plug sparkling as she did. Carmen looked on transfixed as Candy turned and leaned in, back to the position she had started from, her hands behind Carmen's head. She rocked her chest from side to side while she breathed heavily in Carmen's ear and brushed her hair across Carmen's face. Carmen leaned forward almost imperceptible and languidly licked Candy's proffered nipple. A jolt went through Candy and she almost lost balance as Carmen took advantage of her surprise and took the whole nipple in her mouth. It tasted divine, pheromones and a slight feminine sweat, Carmen rolled the taught nipple around her tongue and gently rolled the other in her fingers. Candy grasped Carmen's head slightly and then jolted again as she felt a nip. It was uncomfortable rather than painful but as Carmen took her mouth from Candy's breast she clipped on the second clamp and the discomfort made Candy's eye water slightly and a lump grow in her throat. "Don't worry, it will feel good in a second." Carmen reassured her as she turned the vibrating bullets on the clamps. The buzzing pulses felt amazing and Candy felt on the edge of a huge orgasm but Carmen caught her just in time. "Go and stand next to your Master." She pointed to the floor next to Al. "And not a peep or the vibrators go off." Candy wondered, briefly, if she ought to acknowledge the instruction but obeyed without a word knowing that Carmen, Al or Justin could find fault with any response or no response as they please. She stood next to Al, hovering on the edge of pleasure, glassy eyed as if drugged, feeling spaced out and fighting to focus. Carmen, Al and Justin remained seated, enjoying their wine. "So," asked Al, relishing the change of tone and pace while Candy squirmed against the vibrating nipple clamps and small but heavy plug "what is it that you are actually looking for a sub for? You said that you are not particularly into pain or humiliation and that you only sub for each other so what is the attraction?" Even as he spoke, his comment about subbing for each other made Al think and he noticed subtle things about both Carmen and Justin that he hadn't noted before. By Justin's watch a fine braid bracelet, nothing particularly unusual except that the fastening looked like two letter "C"s but was actually very reminiscent of a pair of hand cuffs. Similarly, Carmen's simple necklace was a steel ring which could quite easily double as a collar. There was no visible fastening on it at all. He wondered if they wore them in their everyday vanilla lives. "It is about me." Said Carmen. Leaning forward slightly to place her wine glass on the table, the act an indication of a business-like approach. Candy fought the urge to moan as a trickle of cum slid from her pussy and down her inner thigh but she was now largely and deliberately being ignored. "I have always had a curiosity about women, I've kissed several but, on the occasions I have indicated that I would like to take it further it has been declined. Justin and I are a couple and we are very much in love but there are things you can do with three that you can't do with two." "Such as?" Asked Al. He didn't even give Candy a look as he reached out a hand to stroke her arse. His fingers deftly parted her throbbing labia and pushed his middle finger deep into her scorching pussy pressing on her G spot. "Well, I want Justin and a girl to suck on my nipples, one mouth on each. I'd like a girl to lick me, maybe as he tongues my arse. I'd like to fuck her with a strap on and maybe ride her while she wears one and he slides into my arse , I'd like to try a double penetration but I don't like the idea of doing it with two men." She continued, taking up her glass and sipping at her wine. "I'd like to fist her as he took me from behind and I'd like him and me to suck her nipples and then go down on her." "But why a sub?" Al asked, taking his finger from Candy as he felt the tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm as her cunt squeezed against the invading finger. He held it in front of Candy and ordered "Taste!" Candy lent forward and enveloped his finger in her plump blow-job lips. She could taste the musky sweetness of her own cum as she took it to the back of her throat and sucked in a single upward motion until an audible "pop" as the tip slipped from her mouth and she slowly, reluctantly returned to a standing position. "Well," continued Carmen, "For us domination is more about direction, leading someone down a path they actually wish to go but lack the confidence to do alone. The power exchange is sexier for being consensual and based on trust. Plus I don't want someone thinking that it is about Justin. We have a joke, if she does something that I don't like she will be told to stop. The second time she will get a crop or flogger as a reminder. The third time it will be "get your knickers on and go home love"." Carmen giggled although Al, Candy and Justin could tell she meant every word. "Plus, the fact that I'd like to use strap-ons, maybe try fisting, and to start with I'd simply like to tie her to a chair and make her watch the two of us. It speaks to the exhibitionist in me." "So what brings you to us?" Al asked. "Curiosity." Justin replied. "It is twofold. First, how do you select and train your Harlots. Second, there is a degree of pure voyeurism, some might even call it tourism. Put simply, we like to watch." "I see." Said Al. "Well, we have much to discuss but there is plenty of time. As you know, Candy is very compliant and enjoys submission as much as any sub I have inducted." The Harloteer "Subduction." quipped Justin. "If you like." Al replied through his smile, his hands clasped together in front of his chin, his index fingers pointing up, perched on his lips. "She can orgasm from a carefully administered beating alone but that doesn't seem to be your thing." "No, not really." "Did you bring the camera?" Al asked. Candy flinched and struggled to contain her panic. Camera? No one had said anything about a Camera. "Yes" Justin reached into his bag and produced a large professional looking camera. "Well then," continued Al, "I have always wanted some photos of me AND my sub. I have plenty of images of their submission but hardly any with me where you can see them submitting." He ordered Candy back over to the table, instructing her to remove the nipple clamps. She placed them next to her and then adopted "the position" face down, legs spread her hips at the table edge her chest and face flat against it, her hair up exposing her delicate neck and her hands above her head, palms flat on the cold wood. She could hear the "Ping whir" of a charging flash gun followed by the pop-flash-click as Justin photographed her nakedness. Justin suggested that she be blind folded and that she rest her chin on the table after all the trouble Carmen had gone to with her make-up. Al offered a ball gag but Justin declined as Carmen didn't like them. "Pity." Said Al "I know." Agreed Justin, as an unknown hand scraped Candy's soft curls into a pony tail and a black silk sash was placed across her eyes and tied behind her head. She listened intently trying to work out what was going on, what was to happen next and who was to do it, all the while her excitement growing. She had lost count of how many times she had come close to cumming that night, the recollection of each event making her hotter and wetter, her pussy opening wider, flush and dripping wet. Again she heard the charging flash, and could just make out the momentary bright light through the blindfold. Next, there was a familiar sensation as Candy felt Al's favourite crop tracing it's way down her spine, FLASH! The camera went off again. The tongue of the crop traced its way down between her spread open arse and was tapped, thoughtfully on the plug. FLASH! Another picture was taken as the crop landed on Candy's cheek. FLASH! Another stinging blow, not violent and hard but smarting and sufficient to make her rock forward slightly. She could hear Justin move around as Al struck her several more times, each never so hard as to make her cry and probably not hard enough to mark but plenty hard enough to remind her of her place. Next she heard clinking metal and a velvety soft grip of kid leather cuffs sliding around her ankles and then her wrists, fastening to the legs of the table, holding her in the vulnerable spread position. She felt the crop drawn up and down her sodden snatch, the tip of the leather tongue dragged slowly over her aching throbbing clit, straining at its hood bursting for enough touch to release the orgasm that she had been denied for so long. "Open!" Al commanded, the slightest touch on her cheek the cue that he meant for her to open her mouth. The cold leather crop, covered in her own wetness was placed against her open lips. FLASH! Went the camera. "Lick." Her tongue snaked out and greedily cleaned the leather. FLASH! "make sure it is as wet as you, slut." The Harloteer ordered. Candy licked away at the crop's tongue. Her embarrassment at the evening's events forgotten in her wanton desire. She had been paraded wearing a rope corset under a jacket in a skirt that was a little too short, suspenders, no knickers and strippers heels. She had been subjected to a remote control vibrator in a public place, the controller handed to another woman who had deliberately switched it on to make her stumble and expose herself while getting into a cab. She had been stripped standing in a window and then shaved and oiled, served wine naked, bent over exposing herself and opened herself to a toy placed there by a beautiful woman that she had only just met. FLASH! She had been ordered to Lapdance, had vibrating nipple clamps put on her and then stood naked while she was discussed and her master had kept her at the edge of ogasm, forcing her to lick her own cum and now she was bent over, cuffed and blind folded, sucking on a riding crop and being photographed. Her whole body ached and longed for the orgasm that she surely had proved herself worthy of receiving. FLASH-WACK! The camera caught the moment the crop fell on her arse, WACK WACK WACK, the wetness increasing the sting, reddening her arse and making her pussy exceptionally sensitive. FLASH FLASH FLASH, the camera now kept pace so that each blow she thought she saw stars as the white light pierced the blindfold, then he placed the crop onto her clit and gently tapped it. PING-WHIR, the camera charged, giving warning that another blow was imminent. FLASH-TAP. He was gentle, tender even, tapping her clit and rubbing the leather over it, FLASH-TAP, FALSH-TAP, FLASH-TAP slowly increasing in pace, the charging of the camera building up to the next moment of pleasure, the flash adding a pulse of light through her covered eyes. FLASH TAP. FLASH TAP FLASH TAP, it was continuous now, faster and more urgent, finally she was convinced that she would be permitted to come, FLASHTAP FLASHTAP TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP... The last thing Candy felt before the final tap on her clitoris that sent her into ecstasy was Carmen's breath against her ear whispering; "You may cum now my sweet." The camera flash stayed with her as her eyes clenched tight shut seeing stars and her orgasm cascaded through her body from her clit, out to her squeezing puckering arse, up her chest to her nipples and on to her neck, chin, teeth, the back of her head. At the same time it crashed down the back of her legs making her ankles, feet and toes go numb. She screamed as she came, her whole body tensing in utter pleasure a warmth spreading from her pussy, inner thighs and squirting out behind her, Candy almost passed out as she was finally make to cum. Candy was only vaguely aware of being un-cuffed and gently led to the waiting bath. She hardly noticed who towelled her down or how she dressed into more comfortable clothes which Al had brought with him. They were all in the atrium to the apartments, not far from the front desk watching the taxi draw up before she was really aware of the conversation. Justin was holding a small piece of flat plastic between his thumb and forefinger eyeing it thoughtfully. "All yours, no copies although if there are any you would like to share we will be very careful with them." He said as he handed the camera's SD card to the Harloteer. "The blindfold means you can't tell it is her, well, she could always deny it." He said with a wink. "Thanks." Al replied accepting it from him. "It has been a very interesting evening. I will have a think. Candy might be right or I might recommend someone else. In any event, we're very glad to have met you" he continued, turning abruptly to Carmen and bowing ever so slightly" and I think I can help with what you are looking for." He beamed, offering her his hand. Candy looked on with the faintest twang of jealously as her master attended to Miss Conduct. She wasn't sure if the Jealousy was of him or of her, perhaps a little of both she admitted to herself, sneaking a second longing glance at Carmen. As the taxi door was opened Candy was vaguely aware of a half conversation, someone speaking into a mobile phone. "Yes mate, eleven fifty eight. Thanks, greatly appreciated. No, just getting into the taxi now. Ha ha, well, you know, up to no good but nothing too nefarious. Thanks again, oh, one more thing. Any chance you could cover us again next weekend?" Next weekend? Candy's pussy throbbed.