0 comments/ 4707 views/ 2 favorites The International Game Ch. 01 By: Ariel69 Cassandra wants to go places and is a hard worker but always seems to find trouble. I'm her girlfriend and lover, trying desperately to reconnect across oceans to be with her. To hold her, comfort her and protect her from those men. This is her story as she told it to me. Cassandra has a work visa trying to earn enough money to bring me over. She was lucky enough to find a day job cleaning this huge home nestled away in a private cove near Malibu and also works as a stripper at night. Cassandra has dark green eyes which seem to penetrate your soul and a full-lipped pout which always seems to be calling out for a kiss or nibble. She is 5' 9" with deep auburn hair and milky white skin like cream. Her frame is curvy with 38 D size breasts with pink, large nipples. When Cassandra is aroused, they must stand a full inch out. Perfect for pulling and sucking. Her waist is curved in perfectly to hold her while manipulating those full hips over you for exact placement. Then my favorite part of Cassandra's supple body, her derrière. Plump, squeezable and a gorgeous upside down heart as if drawn straight from a comic strip. This beautiful butt blends into strong solid thighs and calves. She prides herself on her legs as she works out nightly on the pole to tone and hone her skills of climbing, swinging without hands and sliding up and down. She only has one luxury. Cassandra never misses a chance to pamper herself with a pedicure and always paints on a shade of deep red to match her head. She enjoys placing her naked, pretty toes on my chest. Or with her customers at the club, her toes will peek out from her "fuck me" pumps so she can admire her own cute toes. She loves dancing and being watched as she grinds herself on stage in a seductive way. Since California allows for totally nude clubs, she is able to bump her nipples onto the cold, slick pole as she climbs in order to make those nipples stand at complete attention for her entire performance, no matter how hot and sweaty she may become as she moves. I become intoxicated by just watching her sway and grind her body, so I can understand how easy it is for those men to think that she is dancing just for them. Controlled by their visual glare. She was completely surprised the other night when she realized that one of those glares came from the step-son of the owner of her day job, Mark. He is a privileged young man of 22 who is used to getting what he wants with no limits. He has it all, the cars, the clothes but usually seems shy or even sad; however, tonight he appeared focused and determined. His stare was intense like he was trying to prove himself. Cassandra gathered her emotions and kept performing, but couldn't avoid his burning eyes. Mark was there with a group of friends and they kept raining dollars on her which forced her to maintain her position near Mark. The club was unusually slow that night so Cassandra couldn't extract herself from the situation by dancing for others. If she had moved away, the manager would have become upset. Eventually, Cassandra's songs did thankfully end and the DJ called up new girls. She knew she also needed to leave the main room to avoid Mark and his friends awaiting lap dances. Cassandra was scared that any interaction with him might jeopardize her primary job in which she had listed on her visa documentation. Thinking quickly, she offered a free dance to a regular customer and was able to escape. As she led the man to the back room, she glanced back towards Mark who was still keeping her in his sight but now also had a slight grin. Cassandra did admit to me that she was nervous about going to work the next day. She knew Mark would probably be there; however, Cassandra was also strangely aroused by the potential encounter. The next morning came and she entered the quiet home, glancing around and seeing no one. This allowed her a moment of relief and she felt her tension escape. But just as she relaxed, Cassandra jumped nearly a foot when her phone vibrated in her pocket. Instantly this anxiety also made her wet for no real reason. She looked down at the cell phone's screen and saw a new message from an unknown sender. It read: "You definitely need to have your hands secured and attached to the ceiling. That way I have access to your entire body. I'm going to tease you the way you teased me last night...running my fingers all over your body...touching your lips ...around your breasts...down your stomach and then between your legs with only the lightest brushing over and around your clit. Spreading your legs slightly, I will grab your soft cheeks and spread your ass...moving my fingers so gently down...back & forth...always close but never truly touching." Cassandra had to stop reading to make sure she was still breathing. One deep breath inhaled ever so slowly was what she needed to continue reading. "You will beg. You will plead with me to go further. You will truly want me to do more than lightly touch the safe zones. Only when you sincerely beg and apologize to me for being a tease, will I begin to touch you, kiss you, pinch you and squeeze you...only then will I let you lick and suck my fingers. I will bring you to the edge, but I will not allow you to cum until I believe you are deeply sorry for teasing me with your dancing last night. I don't know how long you can last, but I will tease and play with you all day and night..." Cassandra didn't realize that she had continued to hold her breath while reading this last part until she released it with a low gasp. She thought to herself, 'How did he know I was here? Does he know my schedule or does he have cameras or both?' She also was confused by her odd response of arousal to the words he wrote. While always enjoying sex for sex, no matter the gender, she couldn't wrap her head around this young man being interested in her. She prided herself in her appearance for pushing 40 but she was the oldest stripper at the club. Cassandra had girlfriends with sons Mark's age. While standing there frozen, thinking, her cell vibrated again. It was the same number and again she felt controlled by an outside force to read it. Breathe, she reminded herself. It read: "Once I decide you're ready, I will blindfold you, unhook you, and lead you to the bed where I take each hand and lash each to a bed post. I'll also put a pillow under your ass to give me easier access. Kneeling next to you, I'll take your hair tightly in one hand and my now hard cock in the other. All you get to do at first is use your tongue. You don't deserve to lick me yet. If you try, I'll just yank you by the hair and only rub it across your lips." Cassandra stopped reading. Her pulse had quickened and the phone shook slightly in her hand. The text continued on: "Lick it good and I will let you suck the head. Get it good and wet so I can rub it across your nipples. Do you deserve to suck more of me? I want to hear you say it. Then, and only then will I let you take me into your mouth. I will let you build up a rhythm before I decide to just grab hold of you with both hands and fuck your mouth hard, deep until your face is buried against me over and over and over..." There was panic. She looked everywhere for the cameras. Cassandra knew he had to be watching her, watching her reaction. She then saw it, a small lens, hidden in the book case's wooden design. She even startled herself by walking right up to the camera and smiling this coyingly sweet smile while she started to strip. Cassandra didn't know what took over her. Why was she even encouraging him? She knew she could lose her job which was definitely important to her and me. But she just couldn't resist the taboo nature of the game he was playing with her. She was enjoying this game too. Besides Cassandra thought, how is it different from stripping? As she swayed like she was back on stage, her shoulder bumped into something hanging from the ceiling. Cassandra froze. 'Where did that come from?' Panic arose in her throat again. Immediately her cell phone buzzed again. She glanced down at the screen with a pit in her stomach. All it read was: "Cuff yourself to the hanging strap." Her heartbeat raced further. She thought his words were just words with some voyeurism thrown in through the camera for good kinky measure. However, this was something else. A whole new level of need and desire. Cassandra almost didn't recognize her emotions as she quivered in anticipation towards the sexual unknown. She nearly melted into a pool of hot liquid as she touched the cold metal of the cuffs and then fingered it's smoothness. Opening the cuffs first and then clicking them on her wrist was an act of simple pleasure. 'Oh God!' she thought. ' What have I done?' Suddenly there was quiet, an eerie quiet for what seemed like hours even though she knew it was only minutes. A slow creak sounded from the far side of the room. Cassandra swung around, pinching her wrists a bit. She saw him. Mark had the same smirk on his face as in the club. It was a half smile, half sneer and... possibly a hint of nervousness? He slowly walked towards her, never taking his eyes off her as he approached. Finally, he spoke but with a whisper and with hot breath at her ear, "You're a tease. You knew what you did to me and you kept doing it. I demand an apology and only then may I consider giving you the most sensual experience you've ever had." At first Cassandra couldn't believe what she heard. How could she be a tease when she was just doing her work as a stripper? Damn it! Mark walked into her club! But then different emotions stirred and she became more annoyed than astonished. 'Here was a young man who had the gall to think he could show her such an experience when she was nearly twice his age!' But, now she has gone and cuffed herself to this rope while she swings around him in her panties and lacy bra. She was lost in her thoughts when she realized Mark had touched her, ever so softly, barely brushing her lips with his finger tips. Cassandra stopped thinking, worrying, contemplating the results of her quick decision to lock those cuffs. 'Could she trust him like she trusts me?' she questioned. His fingers continued to tickle down her neck, barely there yet sending streams of electricity shooting down her spine. She remembered his text, 'running his fingers all over her body until she begged...' Pop! Her bra was unhooked, his fingers encircling her flesh around the curve of her bosom. Slowly he moved up her breast. So light, barely there. Yet Cassandra was on her toes, unconsciously arching her back. He circled her nipple while her muscles tensed. The sensation kept growing even though the touch was so soft, even gentle. She was growing hot and she wanted more. Mark's fingers slid into the band of her panties. Damn! It WAS such a tease. Snap! He had popped the elastic and it stung her. This made her more alert and focused now. Of course, this was his intention as he started sliding her panties over her hips. Cassandra felt like Mark wanted her aware of all aspects of this encounter. Her panties creeped down her legs as if dripping off her like water. Puddling on the floor around her feet. She slowly stepped out of each leg hole. Mark laughed an almost sadistic sound and this caught her off guard. She shared with me that she thought he might be trying to sound mean or forceful but it came off wrong. He sternly said, "You slut. How long have you wanted this? If I hadn't walked into that club, I might never had known." Mark started to touch her everywhere yet nowhere that would be considered sexual. "Apologize!" Mark barked. Once again Cassandra was stunned into alertness and said "I'm truly sorry that you thought I was teasing you. I was startled by seeing you and your friends and they kept dropping money on me, forcing me to stay near them and you." Click. The handcuffs opened, but simultaneously a blindfold covered her eyes. He started to lead her. Cassandra could hear the material of his slacks brush as he walked. Mark was still clothed while she was completely naked. Not that she wasn't used to being naked in front of clothed people, an occupational hazard and all. But this was a home, not the club. This was completely different. He layed her down on the bed and Mark did as he said he would with his previous text message. Mark started to tease her with his cock at her mouth. Not really letting her suck it. Cassandra felt she could show him a thing or two about oral sex satiation. She was good at it with men and women. I know she thoroughly enjoys pleasing you with her tongue AND she's creative. Just like her dancing style, she builds up to the main event. Cassandra will let you know she's there but allows you to control the movement as you grind or enter her mouth at the rhythm you desire. Shit! Mark suddenly thrusted himself into her. He wasn't huge in girth or length, she told me. So she could handle it but the suddenness of having his 6 inches tickling the back of her throat was shocking. Cassandra gathered herself and took several deep breaths through her nose while relaxing her throat to accept his rod easier while starting to enjoy the task. Mark then reached down and felt how totally wet Cassandra was while flicking her clit. She said she went wild because usually, when she's with men, it is very one sided. The man gets off and, if she's lucky, he will return the favor. But here's a young man who already knew how to pleasure a woman while holding his own. Mark said in a deep low voice, "I love seeing how you jump and moan with my cock still buried in your mouth Cassandra. But remember, I will decide when to play with other parts of you. First, I'll kneel between your legs and raise them...spreading all of you open to me. Then, I will slowly rub myself along your now throbbing clit, back and forth. Do you want that Cassandra?" She couldn't fully answer while he was still pounding her mouth but was able to mumble a positive sound around his penis and emphatically nod her head. At that confirmation, Mark pulled out of her mouth and she grabbed his shaft upon impulse, at the last second she grabbed him with her lips and it made a loud popping sound. He was pleasantly surprised by the sensation this created she thought because he had to stop and gather himself for a moment. Possibly he needed to slow the eventual orgasm but instead he said, "Bad Girl and now I will have to take it further then you may have imagined this going." Mark moved down along her pussy, spreading her silky wetness and mixing it with his pre-cum until he stopped at Cassandra's rosebud. He started to push just enough for her to think that he just may fuck her in her ass. However, he stopped. I fondly remembered that Cassandra always enjoyed a strap on but that we hadn't moved to a full sized dildo. She said she was nervous and excited at the same time. But Mark suddenly began to slowly move away and inch himself up until entered her now soaking sweet spot while rubbing her clit with his finger. At this point in the game, Cassandra told me she couldn't contain herself as she strained, trying to work her hips towards him...trying to make him take her. Okay, I admit I was a bit jealous. I knew how delicious Cassandra could be and how she could consume you. I remember how she becomes so wet...dripping her juices down to her ass while begging you to take her deeper with your fingers or toy and now Mark is doing this to her and not me! Cassandra heard my stillness, recognized that inner jealousy demon and tried to soothe me. She told me how she loved me and to hang in there. 'Let her finish the story she says.' Cassandra promises I will be ecstatically happy at the end. I sigh, push down the boiling green monster and succumb to hearing her words some more. The International Game Ch. 02 Cassandra told me that while Mark was touching her, she thought of me. I know she was trying to make me feel better, being so far away. I'm not a jealous person by nature, but I could hear her voice become breathy as she retold her experience. I knew she truly enjoyed this unexpected sexual journey that Mark led her on. While being assertive in her daily life, Cassandra loves being submissive in the bedroom. This suits me just fine because I thoroughly enjoy being a dominatrix. I especially like dressing the part with leather and metal. It suits my tall 5' 11" solid frame. And when I wear my 4 inch spiked, over the knee, boots then I tower over my subs, even most men. I have a year-round tan with long thick black hair and almost golden eyes. Most dominatrices wear black but I prefer brown leather as it highlights my skin tone and brings out the animal look in my eyes more. I like to call my dominatrix-self "Lexie." Cassandra started talking again and broke my reflection on myself... She said she was straining to feel him inside her but Mark said on one long breath, "...until I am convinced that you deserve to be fucked, until you deserve to cum, until you deserve to have my cum in you and on you, I will play with you. I will play with you until you scream...begging me...until you make me feel your need for me to my very inner being...then and only then will I give you what you desire..." God I thought, "Lexie" wants to be there and show Mark a thing or two. I felt myself get wet. Wetter than I've been since Cassandra left for California. Cassandra couldn't believe what he had said just now. 'Deserve to be fucked?' What the hell? How could Mark, at the ripe old age of 22, be so confident and in control. In control not only of her and this game they were playing, but also with his own sexual needs. Cassandra told me she began to think back to her younger days at this point, when she was a bit wild and searching for the right encounter with a man. An encounter that made her tremble and ache for more is what she wanted. But she was always disappointed with her male peers. 'Wham, bam, thank you ma'am,' was an appropriate expression to describe most of her experiences back then. It's actually what sent her almost screaming into my arms. Lexie's arms. I'm 5 years older than her and back then had double the sexual experience. Plus I didn't mind if she occasionally brought in 'extras' to our relationship. AND, I could last forever and make her pleasure stretch for hours at a time. However, that was just sex part, which Cassandra seemed to need a lot of on a daily basis, but I always knew she loved me too. I digress... Strangely, Mark now seemed to back off and return to teenage-type petting behavior of such. His fingers started to frantically roam all over Cassandra, switching between a light feather touch and a deeper, more urgent one. But he still avoided all the erogenous areas. That is until he suddenly grabbed her nipple between his thumb and index and squeezed while twisting counterclockwise! Cassandra yelped with a high pitched squeal of a little girl. The suddenness of this pinch sent her into a writhing fit she said. But she also wanted more. She wanted to scream, "Come on now and just do it! Take me!" Cassandra wanted all of him inside her, on top of her, smashing his solid muscular frame into her. Just as quick as he had started the crescendo to the next level, Mark then stopped. This was completely frustrating to Cassandra. He refused to touch her, lick her, or even kiss her again. She was in a state of torment and could feel her wetness dripping now, soaking the bed. She was also squirming all over the bed. However, more importantly, Cassandra was totally aroused, loose and not controlled at all. She could have gotten up at any time, pulled off the blindfold and walked out. She only stayed because she wanted to stay. So that's when I knew Mark was a novice at being the Dom. Just as I had this thought, Cassandra said that he suddenly clasped handcuffs on her, almost as an afterthought. Like he was checking off a mental list and he realized he had forgotten to attach the cuffs. Mark commanded, "Up! Walk over towards my voice." Cassandra was confused. Had she done something to anger him. She was happily staying put on the bed while enjoying his light torment. But, like any good sub, she obeyed. I had correctly trained her. Of course I mean 'Lexie' trained her. And Lexie knew something was off with Mark. While he was light years ahead of his same-aged peers, he was making beginner mistakes in this D/s game. Cassandra had then physically reached him or what she thought was him, when her leg bumped into a thigh high table. She unconsciously reached out to steady herself and touched it. She felt it's padded leather covering. All she wanted was to bend down and place her blindfolded face down on it, near it. It smelled that rich leather aroma. Cassandra couldn't help herself so she placed her cheek on the coolness of the table. She was so hot, so turned on, that the leather felt like a cool spring rain. She told me Mark couldn't help himself by reaching out and fondling her beautiful ass while in this bent over position. I knew Cassandra loved someone rubbing, kneeding and pulling at her flesh. However, much to her dismay, Mark just as suddenly stopped. Again he displayed such atypical dominating behavior by removing his hand as if his hand had been slapped away, but no one had slapped it, certainly not Cassandra. 'Amateur', I thought. She said she thought she heard him putting his pants back on. Why? Mark barked at her to get up on the table on her back. She complied and her flesh popped with goose bumps as her whole body felt the chilly leather. Next she heard clicking sounds above her head and at her feet. It was as if Mark was pulling out metal arms from under the table. He told her to lift her arms over her head while he attached the cuffs to these 'arms' growing from the table. It was like she was a cheerleader and making a "Y" in the air. Part of the table then started to retract. Cassandra became nervous now. Not being able to see only heightened her other senses and she could feel the air rush up under her thighs as the table disappeared. She was too scared to ask what was happening but almost working up her nerve to do just that, when it stopped moving. Leaving her ass at the very edge and her legs dangling. Needless to say, this was very uncomfortable. It stretched her back and pinched her wrists on the metal cuffs. Cassandra didn't verbally complain. She knows better but she couldn't help but whimper in discomfort. Mark then broke the cardinal rule as a Dom. He said, "Oh. Sorry." As he grabbed Cassandra's legs and placed them into stirrups which relieved the pressure on her back. While Cassandra was telling me how she then realized that he had placed her on a tricked out OB/GYN table, all I could think about was that Mark was definitely a beginner. I almost felt sorry for him but he was with Cassandra and not me, so not that sorry. Cassandra hesitated for a moment In the story retelling, maybe sensing that my mind had drifted or she was gathering herself before continuing her story. But why? Lexie then bubbled to the surface in me and I said, "Tell me what happened!" She sighed and proceeded with her story. Cassandra felt cold but enjoyed the heightened sensation on her skin, nipples rock hard, juices flowing and strapped naked with legs spread wide. I wanted to see that and be with her so bad! She then said she froze because she heard a door opening across the room but could hear Mark breathing more rapidly right next to her. Who's coming in? Who did Mark invite? His young friends from the strip club because they wanted a little action with that pussy too? Well, Cassandra could handle those boys and said as much. But I knew she would also be disappointed In the encounter. There is no way that these guys could hold themselves out like Mark did. I mean "What are the odds?" Strangely however, she only heard one set and footsteps, heavy but quick...almost self assured sounding. Cassandra said she heard Mark move towards this mystery person and began talking or rather mumbling. She heard a "Yes Sir, she's ready for you." Her heart began to flutter and her breathing picked up even with the retelling of the story. Who's there? Mark then spoke up louder and stated that Cassandra was 'forgiven' for being a tease with him and that this man would be her reward. Mark suddenly sounded submissive. Was he truly just setting her up for the true Dom? This stranger then spoke. "Yes," was all he said at first. He had a deep harsh voice, a gravelly smoker's sound but she recognized it immediately. It was Mark's step-father, owner of this mansion. Mr. Shelton. Here was Cassandra spread eagle on this make shift sex table while her boss, her visa sponsor, quietly checked her out and said, "Well Mark. You did fine for your first Dominating role. Did you enjoy the game? Did she? Is she a true sub like you thought?" Mark answered, "Yes sir she is ready. However, while I was able to enjoy teasing her, I still prefer to be the sub. She's all yours." She could almost hear the disappointmentioned in Mark's voice. He knew he had let his step - father down. Cassandra was practically panting when she told me how aroused but completely scared she was by this change of events. I understood. Mr. Shelton held the reign over everything now, including her visa. Now I also understood why it didn't feel right with Mark. He was just testing himself. He was hoping he could enjoy being both Dom and sub. It happens, but not that often. She told me Mr. Shelton, or Jack, was closer to her age than she was to Mark. He was shorter than his step-son at 5' 9" BUT stockier and with broader shoulders. He also had a full head of salt and pepper hair with intensely blue eyes. Mr. Shelton was a lawyer with I.C.E., Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency. Hence the reason he was able to obtain a work visa for his housekeeper. Mr. Shelton placed his smooth, well manicured hand on her right calf just above the manacles holding her ankle into the stirrup and slowly started tracing his fingers up her leg, over her knee and down her thigh. Stopping just short of her sex and grabbing. Cassandra said her chest heaved with anticipation. He slowly crept closer, spreading her labia and barely touching her clit which caused her to arch her back while moaning, feeling the metal press into her wrists. Instantly two fingers were in her. Fucking her hard and fast. Cassandra couldn't even articulate the sensation to me and I knew she was loving every second and going to come fast if he didn't pull out soon. He didn't and Cassandra did come she said, a beautifully intense orgasm. She had barely recovered when she heard some rustling, a belt releasing, pants dropping. Mr. Shelton asked, "Do you want more Cassandra? Do you need more?" She answered quickly, maybe too quickly, "Yes sir." He placed his open hands on either inner thigh and pressed down. This opening her up wide and then she felt his hard member, just the head rubbing her clit and before he slammed into her. No warning but Cassandra was so wet by this point that there was no friction. He continued to bury himself into her to the hilt. She felt his balls slap against her ass. Pounding, creating more rhythm and completely filling her much to her delight. "Mark, go fill her mouth!" he commanded. Although Cassandra was blindfolded, she could almost sense Mark's hesitation, his disappointment in himself, but she knew he was still a young man with sexual needs. He hadn't come yet during all his teasing and the build up to presenting her for his step-father. Mark placed his solid cock at her lips as she eagerly licked it and opened her mouth to greedily take it all. She seemed to understand his sadness and truly wanted to please Mark. Cassandra was so excited to be having this experience because she always felt 'the more the merrier. ' She caressed his cock with her lips and tongue. Slowly covering every inch while changing movements with her tongue as well. She wanted her hands to add to the pleasure for Mark but since she was still cuffed to the table, that was impossible. Meanwhile, Mr. Shelton started to change his rhythm. He pulled almost out of her and slowly rubbed the crown of his penis up and down her slit which gathered all her juices on him. Surprisingly, she then felt his fingers at her cheeks, kneeding, slowly pulling them apart and then searching. He kept teasing her with the head of his cock while inching closer to her rosebud with his fingers. Mr. Shelton then unexpectedly asked, "What's your oversea friend's name?" My ears suddenly perked up! He knew about me. How? Cassandra always kept her personal life private especially when she knew Mr. Shelton works for I.C.E. and weren't sure we could legally get me into the country. She started to panic at this point, and stopped sucking Mark, tensed. Mr. Shelton instantly felt and saw the change in her. "Don't stop sucking him!" he demanded. He continued talking while he plunged three fingers into her, "Mark overheard you talking to her one day while you were cleaning. You were so engrossed in your sentimental conversation that you didn't even notice him. I believe you were even crying and saying how much you missed her and wanted to touch her again. Does she know you enjoy being dominated and by men no less?" Cassandra said she returned to sucking and licking thus buying her time because she hesitated about truly tell him about me, about Lexie. But also because she was afraid to stop pleasuring Mark for fear of retribution. That's until Mr. Shelton gave her permission to answer him, much to Mark's disappointment of having his cock leave her warm mouth. Mark sighed but never complained, he was after all a sub too. Cassandra slowly began talking but had to stop occasionally as he went deeper into her with each stroke. He was at her g-spot and mericiously slamming it. She told him that I knew she enjoyed both men and women but again hesitated to tell him more. He sensed she was holding back, he is a lawyer with many years of reading body language, and he started pressing harder into her slick walls. Cassandra said she was tearing up with near orgasm and anxiety. She was so afraid that she may some how say or do something wrong. Then he gave her permission to orgasm and Cassandra exploded. All her sexual tension and anxiety melted away with each wave of release. Mr. Shelton waited until her last shudder and quietly asked, "What else Cassandra? What's her name?" She was relaxed in an orgasmic state but still slightly reserved and replied with, "Lexie, her name is Lexie. " Quiet and stillness again. My heart was pounding even though I knew she came out of this okay because I was talking to her. "What happened next! Tell me Cassandra," I practically screamed into the phone and I don't scream. She was still quiet for another minute and then said, "He called me a liar and said I needed punishment for lying." "Mark," he coolly stated, "release her." "What! What do you mean he released you?" I questioned. Cassandra sighed into the phone and told me her punishment for not telling him my real name was ending the sexual encounter. I knew this was truly punishment for her because she loves sex and especially submissive sex. She told me she truly started begging at this point. She didn't truly lie she told him. Mr. Shelton started re-dressing and walking away with Mark following suit. Cassandra swiped off the blind fold and ran over to Mr. Shelton before he reached the door. She knelt before him and asked for another chance to explain. It must have been a glorious site for him to view this gorgeous, naked red headed beauty kneeling and begging. It would have been for me, for Lexie that is... He said to her, "Okay, but no more lies. I want full disclosure. If you are honest with me than I may just give you what you truly want. While Mark and I enjoy ourselves as well. " Cassandra took a deep breath (as did I) and she talked. She told them my real name, my occupation as a dominatrix and a petty thief and how she needed me to join her here in the US but didn't have the funds or knowledge as to how to circumvent the system for a visa because of my record in our country. She did this on one breath it seemed. Then she said he just laughed. Why was he laughing? Was it a good laugh or an evil snicker? Then I heard a knock on my door. It was 8 pm my time and I wasn't expecting anyone. That aroused my suspicion but I had Cassandra on the phone. International calls were outrageously expensive and we needed to hang up but I just couldn't. I needed to hear her story. It wouldn't be the same reading it via email. Cassandra broke my thought and said,"Go on and answer it and then shoot me a message. " I was concerned that I was being kept in the dark about something. This irritated me but the knock at the door grew louder now. I didn't like being controlled and I definitely absolutely hated being manipulated. I heatedly told Cassandra I would send her a message when I felt like it and slammed the phone down. I'm all worked up now... wet, excited, anxious AND angry. Not a good combination. I'm going to need to take this out on someone, maybe the person incessantly knocking on my damn door! I swung the door open and there stood a well built man about 6 foot tall with jet black hair that fell long into his eyes. He had a dimple on one check and a heavy five o'clock shadow. "What!?" I yelled. "Well, that's quite a greeting. Hello to you too." I was standing there with my arms crossed beneath my breasts which pushed them together for a sexy cleavage shot and I caught him admiring them. "Ahem, excuse me...you're here because...?" He handed me an envelope and said,"Mr. Shelton wanted me to give you this." I think my jaw couldn't move from the open position. I'm not caught off guard often and I finally I gathered myself and replied, "Do you know what this is about..um..you didn't tell me your name!" He then smiled this gorgeous smile that warmed me, despite my preference to women these days, and stated clearly,"My name is Carlos and all I was told was to give you this envelope and then wait for your directions. I'm to follow your directions to the letter, no matter what you ask of me." My eyes narrowed, checking him over from top to bottom and thought to myself, this is more like it. I opened the envelope and saw a letter and two smaller envelopes. I pulled out the letter and read...'Lexie, I hope you're not mad at me for my latest digressions but I always have you at my innermost being. Below are Mr. Shelton's specific instructions and I know you usually give the directions but I beg you to follow them and we can be together very soon. As a show of good faith, Mr. Shelton has given you Carlos to do with as you may. Don't have too much fun that you forget about me waiting for you, longing for you to be in my bed.' The International Game Ch. 03 We catch up with Lexie receiving her gift from Mr. Shelton. The gift of Carlos. This was an offering used to entice her to follow his rules. If she follows then Mr. Shelton will bring her to Cassandra, her love, who's in California on a work visa. Chapter 1 and 2 will give you fantastic details leading up to now... ********** I couldn't believe what I just read. Could this man really help bring me to Cassandra? I've made some poor choices in life, but finding and keeping Cassandra wasn't one of them. And Mr. Shelton, the lawyer with I.C.E., has also given me some fun by offering up Carlos for play. This appeared to be Carlos' choosing as well. Was he a bargaining chip of sorts? Carlos was still standing here, waiting for a response to the letter or direction of what to do next. He was looking at me with that smirk again. I smiled back at him and then let my smile drop to an intense stare in order to let him know who was the true Alpha in this situation. I opened the door wider and let him in before returning to reading the letter from Mr. Shelton. The one man that could bring me to my Cassandra. I led Carlos over to my living room, motioned to the wet bar and told him to make himself comfortable. I went to my bedroom to change into 'Lexie.' This is the part of the dominatrix game that made me the horniest. Dressing the part just made the change official and complete. I slowly pulled out my lowest dresser drawer. It's solid and heavy wood which makes it seem like I'm opening a secret treasure chest every time. In a way, I am pulling out my treasures and trinkets of pleasure and domination like a pirate revealing his stolen bounty. First, I gather my thigh high fishnet stockings in my fingers. I love to feel the strings play under my fingers as I touch them, almost like playing a guitar under the pads of my fingertips. Sweet music. I begin rolling them up and over my calves while I slowly stretch my legs out one by one in a dancer's pose. Seeing my legs covered in this material, exposing my tan skin through small diamonds, makes me excited. Next to donn is my deep, rich brown leather boots that come up over my knees. I run my palm down the metal studs which adorn the sides, remembering their creation. The metal bites just slightly into my soft spot in the middle of my hand. I apply more pressure, craving the slight discomfort. I had these beautiful boots made, specifically for my measurements, by a leather craftsman in Italy and I had thoroughly enjoyed sizing task that he required of me. His strong, calloused hands had repeatedly run up and down my calves and thighs to ensure exact accuracy. I recalled that I had purposely not worn panties that day because I knew how close his hands, face and being would be to my sex. It paid off Too because it led to steamy, rough sex in his leather shop that day. The smell of all the tanning chemicals had made my head spin with a high so dreamy that I felt like I was fucking in a cloud. After feeling me up and gathering his numbers needed for his craft, he suddenly grabbed me and slammed me onto this broad, wooden table made for pounding the leather smooth. He proceeded to immediately pound my pussy with his thick cock until sweat dripped all over both of us. It was so sudden and ferocious. I recollected that I came with an intensity that surprised even myself and I drenched his penis with excessive juicy wetness. This gush of My fluid sent this fine craftsman over the edge. He pulled out just in time to squirt his cum all over my stomach. I had immediately began rubbing his juices into my sweaty skin. Mixing them together until I was glistening. Now in this moment of preparing for taking Carlos, I laugh to myself as I remember that I didn't have to pay for those boots. And I also reCall that strong craftsman, with his calloused hands and his hard wooden pounding table, each time I wear my boots. Next to put on are my lacy, crotchless panties which are a regal, deep purple color. I enjoy putting them on after my boots because of how the color seems to deepen as it runs against the brown leather with every inch as it climbs up my leg. Sometimes they will briefly catch on the studs as I pull them up, which reminds me of my labia slowly engulfing a smooth cock head. My panties have reached their destination and I snap the elastic against my hip, savoring the sensation. Then I slide my hands back and forth over my hips, feeling the curves and the velvety softness of my skin as I daydream of Cassandra all those miles away. I resolve to do everything Mr. Shelton asks of me. I need to be with her with all my innermost being. Now I am slowly feeding each arm through the straps of a matching cupless bra as I sense the cool air stir my nipples to arousal. I own these rare chocolate colored nipple rings which encircle each nipple like a swirl on top of a strawberry ice cream sundae. They grab my delicate flesh and make my pink nipples pop. Stopping a moment to touch myself, I realize how excited I am by the prospect of devouring Carlos and seeing my love again. Then I quickly wrap my matching chocolate colored forearm jewelry. It coils around my arms like slender garden snakes. Now I'm ready to strike. Marching back out to the living room with a new confidence and relishing my newly acquired play toy, I realized that I was born to Dominate. I spotted Carlos relaxing on my black leather couch with a drink in hand. Almost like a little kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he gulped as he stared at my looming body. His swallow was a loud low guttural sound. Then quickly speaking with a dry, raspy whisper He said, "May I finish my drink Mistress? " I nod and he chugs it in one fell swoop. "Strip now and then kneel before me," I demand. He stood up and was almost taken aback when he realized that I stood several inches above him. But Carlos recovered quickly though and then proceeded to do as I had commanded and stripped. Occasionally swinging his longer black hair out of his eyes, he kept eye contact with me as he followed my directions. This, of course, is not a typical action allowed to most submissives but I granted it because I loved the hunger in his eyes. I dropped my eyes and scanned his body which was nicely cut. He obviously worked out on a regular basis. I licked my lips and began to imagine his body in different poses while waiting for him to fulfill my wishes. His stare rattled me for some reason. As Carlos bent to a kneeling position, he finally broke eye contact with me and I was glad to have a moment to regain my composure and power over the situation and myself. I let him kneel in silence for a moment longer in order to heighten his sense of uncertainty. Allowing him to wonder how I may control him, and use him as my gift from Mr. Shelton. I squatted down next to him, my legs spread wide to see if I could tempt him into moving from his groveling position. I wanted him to move or look so I could then punish him, but he didn't move an inch. My hand reached out and touched his smooth, hairless torso. Gliding it down his back, around his side and then under to his abdomen. Carlos quietly sighed, his breath barely releasing as my hand traced his body which then finally rested on his cock. He was rock hard and felt good in my hand as I slowly started stroking him. He still didn't move, head bent down, kneeling, except that is, for a slight shudder of his shoulders and another audible breath. I realized right then and there how much I wanted to feel his hard body on top of me, but not yet I reminded myself. I told him to rise and walk over to the bed and then lie down on his back. Almost instantly, Carlos stood attentively in all his glory and took 5 long strides over to the bed. He then turned, gave me that sexy smirk and spread himself out on the bed like a buffet. Now it was my turn to smile. And smile I did, while easily matching his strides in my boots. I grabbed some straps from my bedside table and proceeded to tie him to the bedposts. His cock was still extremely hard and erect and calling out for attention. I took my leather cat o'nines and slowly, lightly ran it down Carlos' left arm first while noticing the goose bumps raise on his skin. Then to the other arm and across his chest, barely touching him, but yet making his skin quiver a bit. I moved it down his chest and brushed his nipples causing them to stand alert. Carlos let loose with another audible sigh; however, this time it was a deeper, more sensual sound. A slight crack of the leather over his chest was apparently more than Carlos could handle and he let go with a loud moan. His penis twitched in response as I quickly decided to give him some sexual pleasure. This is sooner than typically do with my regular clients. They usually want me to stretch their "torture" or humiliation but Carlos was MY gift, so I decided to take my pleasure now while giving to him too. I reached over and grabbed his erection as I moved my body closer to him, straddling him and slowly lowering myself onto him. I began to move easily in a sensual rhythm with my juices coating him and allowing my ride to be smooth and easy. Moans slipped through both our lips. I grabbed his face, squeezed his cheeks just enough to get his attention and said, "Sssh, I'm in control so only I get to moan. If you feel the need to be sexually vocal, you must ask permission. Also, you must ask permission to cum. Understand?" He quickly nodded in agreement. I began to pleasure myself again by rubbing my breasts and encircling my nipples with my fingers alternating between pulling, teasing and pinching; rocking my hips so my clit pressed into his flesh. I noticed Carlos quietly watching me, his eyes intense. I immensely enjoy being the primary visual focus for any encounter but today was more erotic for some unknown reason. It could of been the intensity of his stare or the enormity of this wonderful act Which will bring me one step closer to Cassandra. As instructed by Mr. Shelton, I was recording my coupling with Carlos, so it only added to the feeling that I knew that more than Carlos would be watching me. My rhythm picked up pace as my heat began to rise in my inner core. Placing my hands, fingers spread across his chest for leverage and a sense of pure domination, I began my assent to climax. I was moving harder and faster, stroking his hardness inside me, bringing him in contact with my cervix with each and every stroke. Exploding into my full body climax was like a religious experience with convulsive movements that started in my toes and flew like a lick of red hot flame throughout my body. I moaned and yelled loudly which allowed an even more satisfying release to my orgasm. As I descended from my high, I could feel Carlos picking up his movements, trying to raise his hips into me. I wasn't ready for him to cum quite yet, needing him to build up his excitement and energy so that when he did climax it would be a marvelous site to behold. Therefore, I allowed him to grind into me for a few more strokes, but then suddenly climbed off, releasing him from my hot, moist flesh. He released a groan of displeasure in which I immediately ceased by placing my hand over his mouth, cutting his moan and breath. With my other hand, I grabbed his cock and started stroking again this time with a firm pressure. His nostrils flared to take in the needed oxygen to supply the blood pumping through him now at a stupendous speed. Again I was bringing him near the brink of no return, so I slowed my hand dance while easing the pressure of my grip enveloping his cock. Carlos slowed his breathing, taking his own control, matching my change in tempo. I released my hand from covering his mouth. I moved away from the bed entirely now, drinking in his hard body spread across my bed, his member standing erect and slightly twitching in count with his slowing pulse. The beads of sweat were apparent and made his body glisten like small chips of diamonds had been sprayed over him. I gathered a moistened washcloth and started to wipe him down while placing my lips around the crown of his penis. The dichotomy of my warm mouth caressing his cock while the cool cloth gathering his heat from his skin was bringing him up to a peak again. My mouth slowly began lowering further and further, inching south until I had consumed him completely. Relaxing the back of my throat in order to seemingly take him deeper was more than Carlos could bear. He exploded into my mouth with an intensity only meant for erupting geysers. Pulse after pulse of hot liquid filling my mouth to capacity. I had to gulp to control the quantity like downing a shot of tequila, almost burning as I repeatedly swallowed. The last drops released so that I now could retreat and softly release him. I turned to the fixed camera and smiled into it while picking up Mr. Shelton's letter of instructions. Speaking softly, I said,"First step completed. I've filmed my domination of Carlos, taking care that we both had intense orgasms. After a rest and food, I will move onto step two of having Carlos take me into town to meet up with Alexandra. You said she will assist with the proper documentation needed for me to travel to and indefinitely remain in California; but, I'm not sure how I am supposed to pay her for her services as you suggested I do. I guess I will have to wait and see how the encounter unfolds." The International Game Ch. 04 While this chapter can stand on its own, reading chapters 1 through 3 will give you a better insight to the characters. ******************* I grabbed a long coat to cover my nearly nude body, pulled the video out of the camera and snatched the instructions from Mr. Shelton, back in the US, which detailed how to bring me to my true love, Cassandra. Carlos, my play toy and gift, was to drive me into town to meet Alexandra for the needed documentation to get into the country. I towered at 6'2" with my spiked boots on and had to fold myself into his little car. But since I had just had an intense orgasm while riding Carlos, I was fairly relaxed and limber. He leaned over to me with his sexy smirk, hair falling into his left eye and said, "Are you ready to go my Mistress?" I was truly enjoying this atypical Dom/sub relationship. It was so different from all my clients that I humiliated, controlled and bended to my will for their pleasure. Carlos swiftly drove throughout the narrow neighborhood streets, barely stopping where required. I became aroused at the daring driving, so I decided to step it up a bit by opening my coat thus exposing my nipple rings to the air. My panties were crotchless which allowed easy access with one hand while the fingers of my other started tracing the spiral ring. I knew Carlos was having a difficult time concentrating on the road because he started to slow down. So I smiled briefly, pinched my nipple hard to bring it to a tight point before commanding him to go faster. My urgency to get to Cassandra was so intense that I had trouble focusing on my physical needs which had always before come so easily for me. While my fingers rubbed my clit, I could feel the silkyness of my growing wetness. Carlos pulled up along a curb and rapidly parallel parked while my rubbing intensified. After parking, he asked, "May I assist you?" "Yes, I would enjoy that," I purred. He immediately leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. Barely touching at first and then licking my lips with his tongue as I felt his masculine hand trace down my side, resting on top of my hand so that it applied more pressure to my clit. Our fingers started to do a dance together while slipping through the wetness. Carlos pressed his lips into mine with a deep sensual kiss that made me arch my lower back, breasts out and an ultimate force on my sensitive clit. I could feel a climax rising but didn't want to come yet. So, I pushed back into his hand to release some pressure off my sex. I needed something more to this encounter. My adrenaline needed to be in overdrive. While there wasn't alot of people walking around, it was still a mixed commercial and urban residential area. My exhibitionist side was leading me now, pushing me to the edge. He seemed to read my mind after I had slowed his hand's movements and also he had observed me looking around. Carlos leaned back over to the driver's side and pushed a button. The creaking had started for a second or two before I realized that he had activated the convertible top retraction. A slight chill in the air quickly rushed in and surrounded me, making my exposed nipples even harder. He leaned down and started suckling my left breast which was closer to him. Again, I arched my back from the pure pleasure of this sensation while releasing an audible moan. I kept my eyes open because I wanted to know if someone saw us, thus stimulating me more. There was a door opening at the corner shop, about a half a block away. Two people emerged laughing, holding hands. They were a young couple giggling and walking straight towards us but engrossed in each other. Would they notice my nearly naked state and Carlos playing with me? My heart started to pick up speed with each step they took towards us. Carlos could feel my rapid pulse and started biting now, nibbling my flesh while re-engaging his finger pressure over mine on my clit. The couple was less than 10 feet away now but still talking and laughing. I could feel the climb again of a nearing climax, 8 feet...6 feet...the talking stopped. My moaning increased and I heard a gasp from the woman. Turning my head to the right to look directly at the couple, I smiled and winked. The man smiled back and gently guided his woman up against a light post which still gave them a clear view but also support. She couldn't seem to stop staring or closing her mouth, so he leaned in and deeply kissed her. This kiss broke her trance but not her attempt to stare. My breathing became louder and quicker as I announced to all, "I'm going to cum!" Carlos bit harder, pressed into me deeper with tight circles on my clit while I saw the man's hand sweep under her short skirt. I heard her moan as I yelled out in ecstasy, enjoying each vocal release as my orgasm pulsed through me. The descent from my sexual high was slow and satisfying as I watched the woman ascend towards her own surprise orgasm. She squirmed, pushing her back against the hard metal pole. I started licking my lips, knowing that I needed to now taste Carlos while hearing her moan,"Oh My God," louder and louder. I rapidly released his cock from his pants and leaned over to lick the tanned crown. This allowed Carlos to watch the scene of the couple unobstructed while I moved my lips deeper and deeper onto him. It didn't take long for Carlos' breathing to pick up and his hands started playing in my hair. He grabbed a bunch and wrapped it around his hand as he started guiding the rhythm of my head movements. The woman's noises were louder and high pitched now. The sounds and rhythm blended like a symphony and just as she was obviously cumming, Carlos shot his first load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed every drop, licked my lips clean and looked towards the couple. They were kissing now and she seemed to be a puddle in his arms. The man picked her up and moved closer to the car, still kissing each other. I realized as he stepped in front of my car door that he needed to have a release as well. While he was still kissing, I unzipped his pants and preceeded to give him a satisfying blowjob too. He didn't last long and as he came into my warm mouth, he moaned into her kissing one. Once spent, he tucked himself back into his pants and they walked off hand in hand with a quick "Thank you" shouted over his shoulder. Carlos laid his head on my shoulder and said,"Alexandra lives just around the corner. Do you want to walk there?" "Yes. Definitely. I badly need to stretch my legs. Lead the way." I wrapped the coat around me again and waited for Carlos to open the door for me. I do still appreciate chivalry. Shaking my head to clear it and walking in stride with him allowed me to regain my focus on completing all the instructed steps laid out for me to get to Cassandra. We approached a weathered looking brownstone style home which was in desperate need of some upkeep. I turned to Carlos with a questioning look and said,"Are you sure this is the right place?" He answered affirmatively and strode up the narrow stairwell. I followed, surprisingly anxious as to what or whom awaited on the other side. He rang a bell and an intercom erupted with a melodious voice saying, "May I help you two?" Immediately I started looking for cameras. I was definitely off my game because I couldn't find any. Since my "other " job as a infrequent petty thief trained me to search out things like that, I realized that my emotions had clouded me. I needed to get back into control. Carlos looked at me curiously because I didn't answer right away and then he said to the unseen voice, "Mr. Shelton sent us with instructions." The door clicked open. As we walked through the entrance it seemed as though we were entering a new dimension. The surroundings were now opulent. It looked like a 5 star hotel with white furnishings and metallic accents. I took a deep breath to help me calm my unusual anxiety and again shook off the last bit of tension as Alexandra walked in the room. She was petite at 5'1" with golden hair that flowed in loose curls past her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She was a perfect hourglass shape with pouty lips that glistened a deep, sparkly hot pink. Her breasts were at least a C cup but appeared even larger on her small frame. Alexandra smiled with outstretched arms inviting a hug. I went with it, although with a bit of awkwardness due to the height difference, and greedily hugged her as I longed for a woman's embrace, even if it was not Cassandra. I held the hug for a bit longer than typical thus forcing her to stand on her tip toes, but she didn't complain. I noticed this and took note of her willing submissiveness. She held me tight and then squeezed back in response as if answering an unsaid question. When she finally let go, she quickly turned to Carlos with a hug as well but with significantly less intimacy. Alexandra then spun her cute body around, bending over to display a beautiful ass that caused me to squeeze my thighs together by just taking in it's view. She opened a safe located behind a small curio cabinet and produced some papers. "Mr. Shelton had already forwarded me your information and picture for your new passport and birth certificate. The additional paperwork here is further instructions once you have boarded his private luxury yacht in about 6 hours from now. Did you bring the video of you & Carlos?" I nodded. She then literally almost skipped over to a wet bar. Alexandra was so bubbly and perky that she reminded me of Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell was often very naughty to Peter Pan and I wondered to myself if she had that mischievous side too. I really wanted to see that side of this cute pixie. "Do you two want some wine?" she chirped. We both agreed and while Alexandra began to open and pour the wine, she began telling us about herself. I was mesmerized the sheer 'cuteness' of every part of her. She gestured for Carlos and I to sit on the couch and then brought our wine over while snuggling in between our bodies. She was so petite that she fit in just right, leaving no space between any of us. Alexandra continued to gleefully babble on while Carlos and I sipped our wine. Her hands flitted and danced in the air as she talked but then, as her story progressed, Alexandra would touch us. At first, her touch was on our arms, hands or knees. It was light and teasing. But then she began holding each touch progressively longer by seconds and then minutes. As the holding time increased, Alexandra began to caress and massage into our flesh. One of her hands was on me and she was almost mirroring her movements with her other hand on Carlos. I was amazed at how arousing this was to me and my hairs stood on end. I felt my wetness increasing again, soaking through what little material there was on my crotchless panties. Her hand kept creeping up my thigh while grabbing my flesh and simetaneously making eye contact, non-verbally asking for my permission to go farther without saying a word. Carlos was also watching Alexandra's face intently but his hands were busy unzipping his pants. As he undid each tooth on the zipper, it seemed as though he was popping a champagne bottle in anticipation for what was to come next. Alexandra's fingers had moved up my thigh and was now brushing my labia with such a faint touch that it was driving me crazy, wonderfully crazy. Looking over, I noticed her hand had now grabbed Carlos' cock and had started to pump with a rhythm of sliding up his shaft twice and then over his crown. He and I were both licking our lips. I truly wanted to discover, explore AND dominate over this mischievous 'Tinkerbell. ' It amazed me that she just kept talking without missing a beat while giving both of us fantastic hand jobs. I could barely concentrate on her words because she was so adept with her fingers and my urge to take her was nearly exploding within me. But then, she just suddenly stopped and giggled, "Oh! I almost forgot the video! Mr. Shelton would be unhappy with me if I had forgotten this completely. "Please put it in over there and start it for us to enjoy?" I nodded and did what I was told. Now I was truly confused with my own behavior. I rarely let anyone tell me what to do, but I reminded myself, I must follow Mr. Shelton's directions if I want to reunite with Cassandra. Therefore, I couldn't deny Alexandra and strangely, I was also under her spell. It was so unusual for me to have her 'fairy dust' and magic fingers controlling me now...I plainly just needed her to continue playing with me. So with only a slight hesitancy, I jumped up and did as she so sweetly commanded me to do. The image came across the screen and then the sounds of me starting to use the cat'o nines on Carlos and also me climbing onto him, riding him while audibly expressing my pleasure and domination arose. It caught me off guard even though I had lived it. It reminded me that I needed to be in control. I live to be in control. However, these last couple of days have really shook my confidence. Having Cassandra, my true love, so far away and now having our reunion within my grasp had changed me. I am always in control with Cassandra and was somewhat in control with my play/gift Carlos, but here I have been acting like a quivering school girl at just Alexandra's touch. I thought, no, I'm going to get my control back! I pressed the volume button so it went up loud and quickly turned with a crisp crack of my heel grinding into the pristine floor. I demanded that Alexandra climb on top of Carlos' hard cock so I could see her sweet heart shaped ass. Her eyes widened a bit at my swift change in demeanor but immediately did what I said. I noticed Carlos' smirk with that sideways grin but he never uttered a word and kept his eyes downcast. Alexandra gasped as Carlos entered her petite body as I strode over to her, roughly covered her mouth with my hand and grabbed the meatier part of her ass while pushing her down on his cock. I felt her moan onto my hand. Leaning in, I whispered, " As Carlos will tell you, you are not allowed to moan, cry out, cum or randomly talk until I give permission. Do you understand?" She quickly and empathically shook her head to indicate her comprehension. I realized at this very moment, this was exactly where she wanted to be and this was how I was to pay for her documentation expertise. I released my hand from her mouth and grabbed her other ass cheek, feeling large chunks of flesh in my fingers. Now it was me who was massaging her body, back in my rightful driver's seat. I could hear small, quiet gasps from Alexandra so I knew she was enjoying this sensation but I took it further, spreading her cheeks apart, I leaned over and started licking her. My tongue ran from where his cock spread her lips up to her sweet hole. Alexandra jumped when my tongue touched her there and audibly moaned. "No-no-no," I reminded her, "no sounds my sweet Tinkerbell." I kept teasing her with my tongue and enjoying the view of her plump cheeks. She appeared to be entranced with the mixed sensations of Carlos pounding his cock into her moist pussy and my delicate tongue tracing her most secret areas. To heighten her pleasure, I slowly started adding my fingers to the ass play. My shifting between light and hard pressure while tracing her rosebud seemed to intensify Alexandra's arousal. As soon as I entered her with my pinkie, she started to quietly make this low sound that did not seem possible to come from her small frame. I enjoyed hearing her pleasure so I chose to not reprimand her. Carlos had now picked up speed and depth so I knew he was getting close. Hearing my voice from the recorded scene seemed to stir me and push me further into my own search for ectasy. I commanded them both to stop which caused them to simetaneously produce subtle shivers of displeasure but no sound. My skilled eyes scanned the opulent room looking for items to use for bondage and penetration. My long legs swiftly took me over to the curtains, removing the tie-backs so that I could use these for bondage, but now I needed an object that would simulate a dildo. Again searching, my eyes lighted on the curio cabinet which held small to medium glass figurines. I immediately saw it, it was a phallic shaped figure. As I walked closer, I realized that the whole shelf was actually finely designed dildos. Was this Alexandra's doing or Mr. Shelton's, I wondered to myself. I picked a 8 inch one and came over to Alexandra. She and Carlos appeared frozen in their sexual position like a drawn page from a Kama Sutra book, awaiting for my next direction but her eyes slightly widened was she noticed the ties and dildo. Carlos' penis had softened some while waiting for me to gather those needed items but Alexandra's sex still glistened with moisture. I explained that I needed her on all fours, in the middle of the couch with Carlos behind her. Alexandra scrambled and willingly followed with my directions in 30 seconds flat. As she readied herself, I wrapped her so that her heels touched her back thighs. It opened her up for play in this position or we could easily flip her to her back when desired. I instructed Carlos to immediately start rubbing the glass dildo over her clit and labia. Alexandra jumped with it's first cool touch. He continued to tease Alexandra with the dildo until she was nearly begging for it with her writhing body movements. Carlos then moved the soaking wet dildo back and started rimming her rosebud with it, causing her to attempt to clinch her butt cheeks together. Fortunately she wasn't successful. Alexandra was nearly whimpering at this point and trying so hard to not break the 'no sound rule' and probably the 'no cum rule without permission.' Carlos looked at me with a non spoken question and I gave him a smile and a distinct nod. He then easily slipped the dildo into her canal and without even stopping, he pushed in 6 to 7 inches. Alexandra's head snapped up, her bright blueveyes widened and her mouth dropped open in pure ectasy. Now I knew I was ready for my pleasure too. I readied myself in front of her with my long legs draped around her shoulders and back. This action brought her around from her deep trance and Alexandra licked her lips and smiled as she observed me displayed before her. Then I suddenly grabbed her head and pushed her down to my waiting sex. "Yes!" I yelled while forcing her face deeper into me. "Use that tongue!" "Carlos you need to enter her pussy right now while you keep the dildo plunging in and out of her ass," I bellowed. Alexandra was obviously skilled at cunnilingus and I was thoroughly enjoying her tongue talent while forcefully talking Carlos through his movements into her. I wanted to cum last so I picked up speed with my directions. He was now slamming her hard while pushing that dildo in and out of her gorgeous ass at almost hyper-speed. I could tell she was close and Carlos wouldn't be far behind. Sitting up slightly and reaching around, I began to knead her breasts and twist her nipples. She almost instantly mumbled around my pussy, " May I please, may I, Mistress?" I grabbed her golden locks tighter and pressed myself harder into her pouty lips while answering, "Yes, you may, my naughty pixie" thus causing her to explode into her orgasm immediately, but also causing her to move her tongue from my clit. This was not acceptable and I firmly told her so. She whimpered a bit at my reprimand while coming down from her high, but returned to energetically sucking and licking me without a word of complaint. Her pulsing orgasm was all Carlos needed to start his climax climb. I wanted to see him cum on her ass so by telling him just in time, he was able to pull out fast, thus causing his cum to arch up and land directly on her left ass cheek. I reached over her body and rubbed his cream into her ass while slipping my moist fingers between her cheeks and fingering her again.