2 comments/ 10537 views/ 2 favorites The Renovation of Maria Ch. 02 By: Explorer222 This chapter is in response to requests to continue Maria's story. Maria is an attractive middle aged divorcee who is ready for adventure. In the first chapter she discovers that her employer, John, runs a BDSM club in the basement of his construction company warehouse. He has confronted her and taken her into his private alcove. Her fantasies of sexual submission are about to be realized. ***** John I am going to savor this. There's nothing like giving a mature woman her first taste of BDSM. Especially when you know that she is turned on by the idea but has no actual experience. Breaking in women in the club has taught me a few things. I've learned to establish dominance quickly-get them over the hurdle of their inhibitions in a definitive way. If you let them just observe and dabble, mother culture can instill guilt feelings that cause them to stop before they really taste the forbidden fruit. Of course some women, and men, can never cross the boundary between fantasy and reality. Best to find that out early on. But I do not think this will be the case with Maria. I buckle the leather bands to her wrists. "Maria, you have chosen to stay. You are to obey my every command. You will call me 'Sir' and answer all questions truthfully and completely. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." She is trembling. "Stand up and put your hands behind you." She complies and I clip the cuffs together. I open a cupboard in the back wall and select one of the slave collars. Before she realizes what is happening I secure it around her neck. "Ohh.. John..." "Be quiet and turn with your back against the wall." When she hesitates I wrap my fingers in her hair and enforce my command, lining up the ring on the back of the collar with one of the screw-eyes on the wall. I take a small length of light chain and clip one end on her collar ring and the other end on the screw-eye. She is now pinned in place, her arms behind her, unable to bend or twist away. The front of her body is totally vulnerable. "You did not jump to follow my instructions. You will learn that punishment will always be the result." "I... I didn't understand what you wanted." "Not true. You understood, you just weren't sure what it would mean. You must not concern yourself with consequences... only obedience." She takes a deep breath and looks at me beseechingly. It's like she is trying to reconcile the dominant me with the gentleman me that works with her in the office. I am turned on by her confusion and powerlessness. I put my hands against the wall on either side of her head and lean in to place my lips on her cheek near her ear. "I have imagined you in this position ever since the first day," I whisper. "Your lush body is at my disposal and both our hearts are racing in anticipation." My lips move gently across her cheek to her mouth. She turns her head slightly to meet me, and we kiss hungrily. Both of us are aroused and tense. Her lips part, inviting my tongue. I probe her deeply. Her hips move against me. "Not so fast my dear," I say, pulling back. "I have things to do before I fuck you." She smiles for the first time since I took her into my lair. "You know that I want you to fuck me. Please don't make me wait too long... Sir." I grin in response. "Not to worry. Tell me how you feel right now. Is your pussy hot and wet?" "Yes Sir." "Say it." "My pussy is hot and wet for you. God... I never thought I would be talking this way." "You've read stories where they talk this way." "How do you know what's in the stories I read?" "I read them too. Now talk. Remember, the truth will spare you some pain later." "Yes, I've read stories where the characters talk dirty. "And it makes you hot." "Yes, damn it. It makes me hot. Just like right now. What are you going to do to me?" She is wearing a tight white blouse and black pencil skirt, dressed sexily for her Friday night out with her girlfriends. I place my fingertips on the sides of her breasts and feel the texture through her clothing. Her nipples are dimpling the blouse, asking to be tweaked, but I avoid them. "It's too bad I'm going to have to mess up this pretty outfit. In the future you will wear more accessible clothing when you come to the club. But I will include a special bonus in your next paycheck to pay for the damage." "You could release me so that I could remove my clothes," she says. "I will, you know." "I know. But I prefer to unveil you myself, exploring as I go. And of course applying a little stimulation as the spirit moves me." "Ohhh..." I put the pads of my index fingers on her points. She squirms and I feel the nipples harden even more. I flick them with my fingernails. She moans. "Too much fabric between me and my targets," I say. "I suspect that your bra is way too stiff. I will be getting you a proper one. Any objections?" My question is accompanied by light pinches. "UUMM... no Sir, no objections. I will wear whatever pleases you." "Good girl." I begin undoing buttons. "You will soon learn what I like. Of course you must be more conservative in the office." Her blouse is half open, exposing a utilitarian white bra. "Betty is not all that conservative in the office," she pouts. I laugh. "Betty does like to show off her big tits. I encourage her. My construction guys love it, and it draws customers." The last of the buttons yields to my fingers. I pull the blouse open and down her arms as far as it will go. She pulls her shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. "I'm sorry I'm not as well-endowed as Betty." "I'm not. When she's your age they will not look so good. Smaller and firmer is better. But this bra is horrible. I'm not going to bother trying to save it." A quick slit in the center from my pocket knife and the cups part. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. I push the remnants down her arms and stand back, leaving her naked from the waist up and held rigid for my inspection. My impulse is to grab and squeeze and kiss, but I resist, prolonging the delicious tension. Her breasts are delectable-big enough to fill my large hands, but small enough to stand high on her chest. They are conical and firm, capped with half inch nipples and the kind of large, puffy areolas that I love. She opens her eyes, challenging me. "Well? Do I pass inspection?" I frown. "You will soon learn to regret sassy comments like that." "Sorry Sir. I am insecure about my body." "No need to be. Your tits are very nice to look at. But how will they feel in my hands and mouth? And how sensitive are they? Will they respond well to the whip and the hot wax?" "OH GOD..." Maria I am so humiliated-bound to the wall and forced to let him do as he pleases. But I'm also incredibly turned on. I can see the lust in his eyes as he slowly disrobes me. It feels so good to be desired by this strong man. My breasts ache for him to touch them. Why is he waiting? My stomach is in knots. The crotch on my panties is damp. I am going to get fucked tonight. It's been so long. A few zips and tugs and my skirt is at my feet. I'm glad I have on four inch heels and my sexiest bikini panties. He sits on the couch and studies me. "Good skin, nice curves. Slender legs. Fleshy thighs. A cute little middle-age paunch. I'm going to enjoy every part of you." I shudder and close my eyes. My body is trembling. His voice is firm. "Step out of your skirt and kick it away. Good. Now spread your legs." I obey instantly. Being ordered to expose myself dampens my panties even more. I wonder if he can see. Of course he can. The smirk on his face tells me that. I want his touch so badly, but he just sits there. "Are you ready for your first whipping, Maria?" The question startles me. I was expecting to be fondled and fucked. The sudden remembrance that I am in a BDSM club adds another dimension. Am I really going to be whipped? "I don't know Sir. Do I have any choice?" He crosses his legs and leans back. "No. I didn't ask you if you wanted to be whipped. I asked you if you were ready. It's going to happen. But I want you to tell me what you're feeling." "I'm excited and scared. Is it going to really hurt?" "Of course it is. But no more than is necessary to unlock the pleasure—for both of us." "Oh god... I've read so many stories..." He gets up and opens another cabinet door in the wall. I turn my head as far as I can, but I can't see. He reaches in. "The reality is even better, Maria. If it is done right." I hear a whistling noise, like something disturbing the air. Then he is in front of me, brandishing a short black whip. It's like a miniature buggy whip—a stiff handle connected to a thin, flexible tail. He whirls it in the air and snaps it against the couch. My stomach churns. "My god, John... do you have to start with that?" "My choice, not yours." The tip snakes out and I feel a little sting just above my panty line. I gasp and twist my hips. "Ouch!" "That was just a sample," he says menacingly. Again I hear the sinister sound of the whip swirling as he lines up his next target. I am mesmerized. SNAP This time it is a stripe across my thighs. And then it repeats, back and forth up and down my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to protect the sensitive inner areas. The lashes feel like the snaps of rubber bands against my flesh. He stops and lets the whip rest on the floor by my feet. "Spread your legs, Maria." "OH NO, John! You can't use that thing between my legs!" "I can and I will. The sooner you learn to put yourself in my hands and trust me, the better. It's all in the head, Maria. Your pleasure and mine is in your surrendering without regard to the consequences. You must make yourself totally vulnerable." "What if I don't?" "I will attach a spreader bar to your ankles. The only way you can deny me is to use the safe word. But then everything stops. You don't want that, do you?" "No." "Then open your legs." He raises the whip and pushes it against my abdomen, making it very clear what his target is going to be. I feel a liquid rush. "Now!" His bark jolts me. Without thinking I shuffle my feet outward. When I stop he puts a foot against my left inner ankle and shoves my leg out another six inches. I am open and exposed, my pussy protected only by the thin panties. "Good," he says Then to my surprise the lash is lifted and laid across my breasts. Maybe he is going to spare my pussy after all. I suck in a deep breath, expanding my lungs and offering myself to the whip. He draws the rough leather slowly across, resting on my peg-like nipples. I am scared, but turned on beyond belief. I resolve to give myself to him completely. He stands back and whirls the thin strand in a circle above his head. The whishing sound is terrifying. The tip moves ever closer to my chest. "So much of the pleasure of submission is psychological," he says, "the helplessness, the imagining the pain, the desire to trust." "Yes... yes," I respond, closing my eyes. The twirling leather clips my stomach and moves upward. The stings follow one on another as the whip marches up my abdomen toward my breasts... snip... snip... "OH..." I twist and squirm, but to no avail. He puts a little snap into the action just as the tip grazes the lower part of my left breast. I gasp and stamp my feet. "Better hold still," he says. "You don't want to turn into it." Tears form in my eyes. "Please John... not on my breasts... it will hurt too much... I know it will." He steps in close and puts his right hand under my chin, raising my face to look into his hot eyes. "I know it too. What did I tell you about trust?" The whip is dangling from his left hand. He lets my chin drop and takes final six inches of the business end of the lash in his fingers of his other hand. The handle drops. With his freed left hand he cups my right breast and holds it in position as he draws the leather back and forth over my stiff nipple. "Such tender flesh deserves a lighter touch." John I have her right where I want her at this stage. She is shivering, not knowing what is coming, or where on her body, or how hard. She wants it, but this is her first time, and she is afraid. She has seen a sample of what goes on here, and she wonders how she will respond to pain. I will give her a sample and continue to play with her head. And she is not yet aware of the special devices and furniture I have in my large alcove. The spanking bench is in shadow in the far corner. I can imagine how she will look in it, ass up and tits hanging, totally at my disposal. But first things first. The leather makes a sharp slapping sound as I snap it against her breast, avoiding the tender nipple. "Ahhh..." "Whose tits are these, Maria?" She hesitates, not knowing how to respond. She is so new to this. She will learn. I bring the lash back further and smack it against her nipple. "OWW..." "Whose tits, Maria?" "Yours... yours... please John..." "In situations like this you will refer to me as 'Sir', do you understand?" I whip her tit again, using just the tip of the leather to spank the nipple. "YES SIR... I understand, Sir..." "Now I'll ask you again. Whose tits are these, from this moment on, here or in the office, or anywhere I want them?" "Yours, Sir... my whole body is yours... anytime, anywhere." I smile at her and lower my face to the captured breast. The nipple is warm and hard between my lips. She groans as I kiss and suck and nibble with my teeth. I slide a hand down her bare stomach and under her panties. Her hairy pussy is like wet grass on a hot day. "ARRGGHH..." My finger slips into her. I know I can make her cum, but I will wait. She is a real prize, to be savored. So I withdraw my hands from her body and stand back. Her body is twitching, her eyes hot. "Jesus, John... What are you doing to me?" My face hardens. I slap her cheek, not hard, but sufficient to bring tears to her eyes. "What did I tell you about what name to call me? You obviously need more discipline. Your ass will pay for that little slip up." "OH NO... I'm sorry Sir... I won't forget again. It's just that you've got me so hot." "A good sub can be hot and also obedient. Are you going to be a good sub, Maria?" "Yes Sir." "We shall see. Now I am going to release you from the wall, and untie your hands. You will bend over that padded bench in the corner and present your ass to me for a spanking." "Oh God..." I unsnap the chain from her collar and lead her by her hair to the spanking bench. It is the latest of my custom designed pieces. The victim is made to stand on a low platform, her feet in widely spread stirrups with locking clamps. Once her ankles are shackled it is a simple matter to use her hair to pull her forward and over the padded bench. With her body bent at a right angle she is told to reach for the low bar in front of her and hang on. A quick snap of the wrist cuffs and she is secured. Her ass is pointing lightly upward, like a big melon ready for picking, and her breasts are hanging down, exposed and vulnerable. Marie comes willingly and I maneuver her into position. The clamps snap into place on her ankles. "Lean over and grab the bar," I order. She does so, and I quickly bind her wrists. Her round ass looks so delectable that I can't resist running my hand over it, and up between her open thighs. The soaking wet panties are molded to her swollen lips. "OHHH..." Her ass wiggles and she tries to close her thighs to capture my hand. I oblige her with a light fingering, watching her tits sway back and forth as her response shakes the frame. I have had quite a few women in this position, but few have been as turned on as Maria. I insert a finger under the panties and draw it along her slit. "All this hair has to go," I say. "I want your pussy as smooth as a baby's behind. You will take care of this next week. If you wish I can send someone to your house. Or I could do it myself." "Yes Sir. I will take care of it," she promises, wiggling her hips. "In the future maybe you could help me with the maintenance." I laugh. "Good thinking. I'm going to really enjoy having as a sex toy a clever woman like you. Now I'm going to have to cut off these panties in order to give you a proper spanking." "But Sir, those are my very best panties. Can't you just pull them down?" "I'm afraid not. They would still get in the way when I want to bring the whip up onto your pussy." "OH GOD!!" Maria I close my eyes and take deep breaths, not sure I can take what's coming. A rustling noise tells me he has moved and is taking something new from his diabolical cabinet. Then a cold, hard object slides down my hip and under the waist band. Snip, snip. The scissors do their job and the fabric parts. A loose flap still covers my pussy, but barely. "Ummm..." I wiggle my ass, urging him to touch me. "Not yet, my sweet. You must be broken in first." The scissors move to the other side and my panties are no longer in one piece. They drop to the floor. I am now totally exposed. He stands back. "Very, very nice. A pretty picture indeed. Bulging ass ready for the paddle. Dangling tits to torment. Exposed pussy demanding attention." "Ohhhh..." His hand caresses my ass and the backs of my thighs. Suddenly I hear a loud slap, and an instant later a sting surges through my highly tensioned system. He waits a moment and then spanks me again, and again, and again. "AHHH..." I cry and twitch, but there is no avoiding. Sometimes he uses is whole hand, sometimes just the tips of his fingers. Every inch of my ass is covered. It gets more tender with each blow. Finally a pause. "Enough punishment for my hand," he says. But your ass can take a lot more. I'll just use my belt." "OH NO... PLEASE JOHN SIR... No more... please..." He pulls up a stool and sits beside me. One hand reaches under and cups a breast, the other slides up my leg onto my pussy. "Look at me," he orders. I turn my head. "Yes Sir," I say, anxious to please. His fingers move. My body is alive, my nerves sparking. He looks into my teary eyes. "What do you want? Tell me. Don't hold back anything." "I want you to own me, to make me do things, to spank me when you want, but to care about me too, to give me pleasure as I give it to you." I stop, surprised at my outburst. He laughs. "Your quick mind always comes up with the right answers. And your body is starting to hum. Tell me more." A fingertip glides back and forth in my slippery groove, while a thumb and finger pinch and pull at my nipple. The burning feeling on my bum adds a third dimension. God, I wish he would just fuck me! "I want to be part of your life in this club. I want you to teach me about all this and share it with you. I want to get to know your friends." "My friends are going to want to get to know you too. I may loan you to some of them. What do you think of that?" I breathe deeply. His hands feel so good. I know what he wants to hear. I'm not sure how I will react with another woman, but clearly that is in my future. What the hell... "Whatever you want, Sir," I say, holding his eyes. "I am so ready for new experiences. I put myself in your hands, literally and figuratively." "The literal part is certainly true right now," he chuckles. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" "OHHH... YESSS" He stands up and kicks the stool away, positioning himself so that I can watch as he strips. I lift my head and stare as he removes his shirt. He is a big man, stocky, and muscular. His chest is tight and hard, just like I imagined. I so want to nestle up against him, feel his big arms around me. He could easily lift me, and I could wrap my legs around his waist. My mind is racing ahead... The Renovation of Maria Ch. 02 Bending over he releases the binders on his sandals and kicks them off. Then he steps closer and unbuckles the wide leather belt. My eyes go wide as he starts sliding the belt out of its loops. Is he going to use it on me like he threatened? He notes my expression and smiles. "You've had enough for now. But if you ever think of disobeying, remember that I always wear a belt like this." "Yes Sir. I will remember." He pushes his jeans down over his hips. He is not wearing underwear. His cock snaps forward, stiff as a rod, pointed slightly upward. It is a gorgeous thing, long, thick and hard. I can see slippery moisture on the helmet. He is ready. I have made him this way. A feeling of happiness engulfs me. I know that Maria, who feared that life had passed her by, is about to have her wildest fantasies fulfilled. I can hardly speak. "OH... OHH... OHHH.,." He smiles, pleased at my reaction. "I haven't been this hard in a very long time. There's something about you. Are you really mine? "OH YES SIR... completely... totally... you are so beautiful... I want you so much..." "Good. Now stick out your tongue... no lips, just tongue." I comply as he shuffles toward me. The delicious head is inches from my mouth. I know what he wants, but it is becoming hard to hold up my head. He solves the problem by gripping my hair. Now he has control over my head and face, and that knowledge produces another surge in my pussy. "Lick," he commands. He wants to be teased. I know that. Otherwise he would want me to take him in my mouth right away. I have learned a few things about men; one of the few good things about being older. His glorious cock is kissing the tip of my nose, and I extend my tongue as far as I can on the underside. Then I curl it back toward the crown, just skimming the surface, activating those super sensitive nerves that will blow his mind. "Jesus, Maria!" He comes up on his toes and pulls my head in closer. My mouth is now near the base, and I lap at his balls. He groans and drags his cock along the side of my nose. The smell of sex is overpowering. "You really know what you're doing," he mutters. "And I thought you were such an innocent." I pull back enough to grin up at him. "I'm just following your instructions, Sir." "God in heaven what have I uncovered in you?" He rubs his cock around my face, over my eyes, down my cheeks. I dart my tongue at it like a frog grabbing flies. It is moist now all over, a mixture of his pre-cum and my saliva. "Talk dirty to me," he says. Something inside me takes over. "I'm so, so ready for you to fuck me. My pussy is oozing. My clit is uncovered and twitching. My ass is tingling. This big hard cock of yours in the most exciting thing I've ever seen. I will be your sex slave, your sex toy, your submissive plaything. I will do whatever you tell me." "YOU!" He cries out and lunges along my side to get behind me. His pants are down at his ankles, hobbling him, but he doesn't take the time to step out of them. In a frenzy of passion he grabs my hips and shoves his cock up between my legs. I take a deep breath and tense up, ready for the onslaught and wanting it so badly. It comes in a rush. With uncanny accuracy his about-to-burst cock centers on the right spot and thrusts into me to the hilt. "AARRGHH..." I scream and cum immediately. There's no way those folding doors will keep that tell-tale sound from reverberating through the big room. He squeezes my hips and grinds against me, staying deep and oh so hard. It goes on and on, the most intense and prolonged orgasm of my life. I could not stifle my loud gasping moans even if I wanted to. So much has built up. God it feels sooo... fucking good. He keeps at me, not at all like my ex who always came quickly and collapsed. I hear him exhorting me, using words that inflame me more. "Take it all you hot bitch. I'm not through with you by a long shot. You are mine to fuck." I raise my ass and wiggle my hips. I want to stimulate him and return the pleasure. He growls and pounds me hard. Oh God... a tingle starts in my toes... another orgasm is starting to build. "That's it... give me your ass... work those hips... push back on me bitch... I want all of you... open more... ahhhh..." Jesus, why doesn't he cum? Am I too old and loose? I squeeze him as best I can, but in a moment I am going to be lost in my own sensations. Oh fuck... What's he doing with his finger? He's not going to put it in THERE... No one has ever put anything IN THERE... John I will have my way with her, possess her totally. It's the only way for me. And she wants it. My finger in her ass while she cums again will seal it. I have trained myself to hold back; the longer I prolong it, the more intense it is for me. Her first orgasm was powerful. We will see how she does after two, or three... "Relax your ass Maria. It's not yours anymore anyway. I want to feel inside you." "NO JOHN, please... I'm not ready for that." WHAP! I slap her ass hard. "What did you say? What did you call me?" "OH... I'm sorry Sir... but it scares me." I begin a slow stroking with my cock, working her up the slope. Reaching under I place a fingertip on her clit. My other fingertip remains between her ass cheeks, poised at the entrance. She won't be resisting much longer. "Give it to me, Maria... give it to me NOW!" "YESSSSS..." Her ass twitches and my finger slides in to the first knuckle. Her surrender is almost complete. There will be some pain when I breach the inner gate for the first time, but I know that the sensation from the double impaling will be overwhelming. I put my lips to her ear and whisper words to distract her. "You like me teasing your clit Maria? You like my hard cock deep in your hot, wet pussy? You like giving your body to me for my pleasure?" "OH YES... YES..." I pinch her clit and ease my finger through the barrier four inches up into her ass. She screeches and bucks on the bench. Her pussy grips me so hard I can barely move. The orgasm that racks her body is contagious; my control is broken and I erupt in her, wave after wave... Maria I am a limp rag when he releases me from his infernal contraption and carries me to the couch. I am no lightweight, but he handles me with ease. His physical strength reinforces the emotional power he has over me. My ass and pussy are still tingling, inside and out. He has claimed me, and my submission is total. The feeling is delicious. He lies beside me on the couch and takes me in his arms. Somewhere along the way he has gotten out of his pants, and we are both naked. His cock rests long and loose against my thigh. I wonder if he will take me again. "How do you feel, Maria?" he asks tenderly. "Like I've been put through the ringer and come out a different person." "Do you like the new person?" "Oh yes. I like her in your arms, under your protection and control." "Do you fully realize what you have given up to me?" "Probably not, but I'm sure you will show me. I don't want to take anything back." "We have only begun. But we fit together well, you and me." He smiles. "Like a slick finger in a kid leather glove." I grin. "An apt analogy." "Was it so awful?" "Oh no. The idea of it was incredibly exciting. I was just afraid it might really hurt." "But it didn't." "No, it didn't." "It will hurt less and less, until it doesn't hurt at all." I raise up on my elbow. "Obviously you intend do it more.." "Whenever the spirit moves me, as they say. That, and many other things. You have no say in the matter. You must trust that I will give you pleasure and not hurt you. That is the real turn on for me." "I do trust you. It helps that I have worked with you. I've seen how you treat situations and people. It is easy to turn my body over to you. My emotions, however..." He kisses my forehead. "Neither of us knows where our emotions may end up. What feels so right now may not be later on. But I know I am strong enough to try things and move on if necessary, and I think you are too. Otherwise I would be not put you though the things that await." I know better than to ask for any kind of commitment. He will use me. I want him to. I just hope I am as strong emotionally as he thinks I am. My alternative is to go back to my dull, empty life, having vicarious sex through the internet. No matter how this ends up, I will have EXPERIENCED THINGS. "Speaking of things that await," I say, "what is going to happen when we leave this private alcove and join the party? Everyone will know that the head honcho of The Sanctuary has just balled his officer manager. And what will I wear now that you have wrecked my clothes?" "You will wear a baby doll nightie that I have in my cupboard. And nothing else. I will be proud to have you as my companion while we watch the doms and subs at play." "Will you let others touch me?" "Not tonight. You are my property exclusively. I want that to be clear." "What about Betty?" "Betty will be jealous and will have to be disciplined. You will help me." "Yes Sir." The Renovation of Maria Ch. 03 This chapter winds up the story of Maria's renovation. Maria is an attractive middle aged divorcee who is ready for adventure. In the first chapter she discovers that her employer, John, runs a BDSM club in the basement of his construction company warehouse. He confronts her and takes her into his private alcove. In the second chapter, her fantasies of sexual submission are realized. In this chapter her relationship with John deepens as they explore their mutual interest. ***** John It has been three months now, and my infatuation with Maria has increased day by day. She has thrown herself into the work in my office and made things hum. I never have to tell her anything twice. Her quick intelligence and willingness to take on and solve problem are evident to customers and employees alike. Of course at work we are discrete about the other part of our relationship. But there are times when I can't help myself and I call her into my private office and close the door. Her demeanor immediately changes. As if I had flipped a switch, the room becomes charged with potent sexual tension. She always puts her hands behind her head and pulls her shoulders back, offering me her body and awaiting my instructions. At first she wanted to drop to her knees in front of me, but I did not like that. She is my submissive partner, not my slave. I enjoy sending her text messages at night telling her what to wear the next day. One day it may be no panties, another day, no bra. One of my favorites is the special bra day, when she is required to wear one with the holes over her nipples. She is allowed a loose fitting blouse, but we both know that her buds are available to be tweaked by my fingers at any time. I usually find them stiff and hard. Without fail I find a quick way to excite her and get her to take the edge off of my lust so I can focus on my work the rest of the day. Then in the evening we often go down to the basement. During the week we have the Sanctuary to ourselves. Or we may meet Betty there. Speaking of Betty, my busty clerk has adapted well to the situation. She has always liked being dominated by women as well as by men, and Maria, with my coaching, has learned how to be a demanding mistress. Betty is constantly making mistakes and having to be punished-undoubtedly on purpose. Sometimes, when there are no employees or customers around, I call them both into my office and hand a crop to Maria, signaling that she has control. To my delight, Maria is always coming up with imaginative ways to discipline Betty. Early on she had me install an eye-hook in the wall at the right height to connect to the ring on the back of Betty's collar, so that she can be pinned to the wall, in the same way I had done Maria on that first night in the Club. With her hands in cuffs behind her, and Velcro straps pulling her arms back, Betty's huge tits stick out like mountain peaks, and are oh so vulnerable. Maria takes great pleasure in punishing those tits in all kinds of ways. I think she has been jealous of their size and the attention they get since the beginning. One time she discarded the crop in favor of a metal letter opener from my desk. She held the globes one at a time in the palm of her left hand and slapped them repeatedly with the springy blade. Betty wailed and stamped her feet, but I could tell she was turned on. Light pokes with the blunt point elicited deep groans and moans. When I thought the poor girl had had enough, I handed Maria a vibrator and pointed between Betty's legs. Maria smiled and dropped to her knees. A few moments later Betty was making so much noise I had to put my hand over her mouth. So far I have kept Maria to myself. A couple of my buddies at the Club have asked to have a go at her, but it doesn't seem right. She is so good to me, and I don't want to share her. I threaten her with it in a playful way, pointing out the big studs that are always hanging around. Without a doubt she will do what I tell her and probably enjoy it, but I sense that she is more comfortable giving herself to just me. She trusts me completely now. And I make sure she is experiencing lots of sexual variety. As for my need for other women, I find that I am not driven like before. As Paul Newman once said, "why go out for hamburger when you can have steak at home?" Maria's freshness is so much more exciting than the same old stuff in the Sanctuary. I appreciate the sexy beauty of some of the younger babes when they are tied to the auction pole, but I would rather be talking dirty with Maria about them than fucking them. The best sex is ninety percent in the head, and Maria knows how to excite those neurons. Who knows what the future holds? Maria meets all of my needs and is so easy to be with. Often at times like now, when I am in my house alone, I wish she were here to talk to, and do other things. I wonder if she would move in with me. I'm not getting any younger, as they say. It would great to have such a compatible partner on a permanent basis. Maria I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. Who knew that life could be so much fun? All I had to do was find the right man and let myself go. Okay, neither of those things are so easy. I've been lucky. But I'm proud of myself that I was open and didn't run away at the first sign of kinky sex. Discovering the BDSM club was a shock. And then to let John immediately take me into his lair and do me in all those ways. Ummm... just thinking about it gets me hot and bothered. It's just as well Mom is not around to see what has become of her prime and proper daughter. I can't seem to get enough. Whatever John orders, I do, and I love it. The other thing that has surprised me is the quality of the members of The Sanctuary. You would think that a BDSM club would be full of weirdoes and sex fiends. But most are ordinary people like me, who happen to be bent in this direction, and who have the courage to explore and indulge. When you meet them on the outside, as I have with some of the women, you would never know. Newbies, and I am one, are usually nervous and fearful of being "out-ed", but I don't know of any who have turned back. It's like a drug; once you taste the high, you have to have more. In my case I got the double high of sexual submission and a relationship with a man whom I really like and respect (dare I say 'love'?). John seems to really care for me, and I am thriving under his attention. But I can't let myself imagine a long term future with him. He is too rich, too handsome, too sexy, too powerful, too everything for a middle-aged sub like me. Yes, 'sub'. That's what I am. I'm not afraid to admit it. I want to please, to be used, to be disciplined, to be humiliated, to be ordered around, to be spanked, whipped, or whatever he wants. And I think I know what he wants. He wants a woman to tune onto his sexual frequency and match his desires... no, not match... amplify! Go a step further. Use her brain to come up with words and deeds that will add that extra thrill. Keep him a little off balance. My instincts tell me that's what I need to do to keep him, and I am determined. It is a Saturday night. I wonder where he is. He said he would call. Oh shit... I've been daydreaming and let my dinner burn to a crisp. And now the phone is ringing... finally... I answer in my sexiest voice. "Hello, I'm here." A woman's voice chuckles. "Of course you're there. That's why I'm calling this number." It is my friend Monica. "Oh sorry Monica, I thought it was someone else." "With that tone in your voice it must have been a man." "Well..." "I'm so jealous. And you never told us why you didn't come back that night. You met him that night, didn't you? I know you did. He's probably big and powerful and swept you off your feet. You didn't even wait until the second date to bed him, did you? You have got to tell me everything." I smiled, knowing that everything she said was true. Suddenly I had a thought. The way she said 'big and powerful' triggered memories. At other times I have heard similar phrases from her about men. Monica is quite pretty and has a super figure. There are lots of doms in The Sanctuary who would go for her. Maybe I could do her a favor and turn her life around like mine. John would like that. He is always encouraging me to take the initiative. If I could recruit her, I could give her to him as a present. "You are too right, Monica dear. And I'm dying to tell someone what has happened. "Yummy. How about tonight? I'm bored with nothing to do." "Let me call you back. I'm not sure about my plans." "At his beck and call already, I see. Well, I would do the same. But if you don't call me within an hour, I'm going to the hotel bar and try my luck." "Be careful, Monica." "I'm tired of being careful. Talk to you later." Wow, she is sending out all the right signals. I think I'll call John and ask him if it's okay for me to meet my girlfriend tonight. My body could use a night off, but of course I won't tell him that. If he wants me, I'm his. He answers on the first ring. "Hello you. I was just about to call. Something's come up. The Sanctuary will have to get along without us tonight." "A problem?" "Not exactly, more of a business opportunity, but it will mean I won't be able to see you and get my fix." "I like it that you have become addicted. So have I. But coincidentally an old girlfriend of mine called and wants to get together, so I can distract myself. Of course you know you could come late if you wish. You have my key." He smiles over the phone. "I have your key all right. I can unlock you anytime. Isn't that right, Maria?" My stomach turns over. The key-in-the-lock image gets to me. "Yes Sir," I breathe. "But it won't happen tonight. The person I have to meet lives a hundred miles away, and I will be staying in a hotel." "I will miss you." "I will miss you too. Have a good evening with your friend. See you tomorrow." He hangs up. Am I imagining that I heard a wistfulness in his voice, a desire to be with me instead of going on a sales trip? I hope so. Quickly I dial Monica. "Hello?" "Good news, Monica. I'm all yours tonight. I've burned up my dinner, so let's meet at the old place." "You're on," she says. "I'm on my way." In half an hour we are in our favorite booth sipping Chardonnay. She is heavily made-up and wearing a tight Cashmere sweater. She looks great. Those twin turrets are prime male magnets. "You didn't have to get all dolled up for me," I tease. She laughs. "I told you I was going trolling if you stood me up. I still might, later." "Pretty horny, uh?" "Oh Maria, I don't know what's the matter with me. I have no problem getting men to take me home, but it is so unsatisfying. It seems to just make me hungrier. But I want to hear about you and your new man. After all those years taking care of your Mom you deserve the best." I decide to launch right in. "Monica, my dear friend, I am going to tell you things that are going to seriously blow your mind. You have to promise me that you will keep my confidence." Her eyes brighten. "Cross my heart. But let's order first so we won't be interrupted." "Good idea." The waiter is summoned and our orders quickly placed. There is none of the usual feminine dawdling over the choices. The wine bottle is left in its cooler on the table. Monica looks at me expectantly. "You remember that Friday night I had to rush back to the office?" She nods. "Well, there's this company that rents the basement floor of our building. During the day I almost never saw or heard anyone down there, but that night out back there were lots of cars. I went to check." "And?" She is on the edge of her seat. "And I discovered that it is a BDSM club owned and managed by my hunk of a boss, the famous John Morgan." Her mouth drops open. "You've got to be kidding!" I smile and shake my head. "Did you go in?" "Oh yes." "Don't tell me you've hooked up with one of those... those... those practitioners? I note the excitement in her eyes and that she didn't call them weirdoes or perverts. What thoughts and images are rushing through her head? I pause for a long moment before making my proud announcement. "With Mr. Morgan himself." "OH MY GOD!" John It was a strange phone call. A woman claiming to be the secretary to Ms. Elizabeth Crowley got me on my cell phone and said that Ms. Crowley wished to invite me to bid on the construction of her ten million dollar mansion near the state capitol. Ms. Crowley is a well-known rich, beautiful, and outspoken widow, a favorite subject of the bitchy columnists in our local paper. Working with her would be interesting indeed. The only problem was that the state capitol was a hundred miles away. When I pointed out that fact to the caller, I was asked to hold a moment, and then I recognized Elizabeth Crowley's voice. "Mr. Morgan I know of your reputation and your work, and I am most anxious to speak with you about this project. Please come have dinner with me as my guest at the Continental Hotel tonight. I will engage a room for you to stay overnight." I couldn't say no to that, and here I am, wearing my best suit, being escorted by the head waiter to a private dining room. Elizabeth Crowley stands as I enter. "Good evening, Mr. Morgan." She offers me her hand. "So good of you to come." "My pleasure." The way she is holding her hand is an invitation for me to kiss it, the old fashioned way, and I do. Her skin is soft and smooth, and her perfume provoking, to say the least. We look each other over like college kids on a blind date. She is tall and slender, elegantly dressed in a tailored, one-piece pants suit. The light blue silky fabric matches the color of her eyes and hugs her curvy body in a way that is both sexy and tasteful. Her honey-blonde hair is loosely piled on her head, and I suspect it would take only a slight tug to send it cascading down over her shoulders. She is truly gorgeous. "Well," she says with a smile as we take our seats. "You don't disappoint." "Nor you," I reply in kind. "Let's begin by calling each other by our first names," she says. "Much better don't you think?" "Much," I agree. "Does anyone call you Lizzy?" She laughs. "Gracious no. They wouldn't dare. Does anyone call you Johnny?" "Not in a long time." "Quite. From what I've heard you're more the 'Big Bad John' type." Whoa. What does this woman know about me? Am I getting a signal? I give her a questioning look. She blushes slightly and changes the subject. "I've taken the liberty of already placing our orders. I love the filet mignon here, and I'm sure you will too. And a good burgundy to go with it." "How do you know I'm not a vegetarian?" "I just know," she says. "Men like you are meat eaters." The way she says it laces the air with sexual tension. For some reason I think of Maria, wishing she were here to share in this game. We are quiet as two waiters arrive, one pouring wine and the other baring our salad course. They leave and close the door. She raises her glass in the sign of a toast. "To a frank and honest sharing of interests," she proposes. "I'll drink to that." I wait, wondering just how frank she's going to be. "I am a healthy and wealthy forty year old woman, John, and I want to get the most out of life. My deceased husband, rest his soul, was a fine man, and God knows he was financially successful. But he was very conservative, more concerned with his social status than in having fun. It's time for me to have fun." Her eyes bore into mine, like she is trying to see inside my head. I smile and raise my glass again. "I'll drink to that too." "Part of having fun is going to be designing my own house, and working with a builder who has imagination and knows how to turn my ideas into reality. I think you might be that person." "An interesting challenge. Like most contractors I normally work from architectural plans. Everything is specified. But I have worked directly with some home-owners, and I enjoy it. It gives me a chance to throw in my ideas." "I know. I've contacted some of those home-owners. They were very pleased." "You are a thorough woman, Elizabeth. But there is a problem in my being your builder." Her eyebrows come up. "What is that, John?" "My workers and I live two hours away. A lot of time would be wasted in traveling." Before she can answer the waiter appears with our dinners. We sit regarding each other as the perfectly cooked and presented steaks are placed in front of us. Her eyes are smiling. At one point she runs her tongue over her lips, looking at me, not the food. I feel a pressure against my pants. "Will there be anything else?" asks the waiter. "No thank you," Elizabeth says quickly. "Please close the door and don't disturb us." "Yes madam." He leaves and she picks up her knife and fork. "Let's enjoy it while it's hot. As we're eating I'll tell you why what you think is a problem is really an advantage." I give her a quizzical look and take a bite. It is delicious. "You see John there are some special ways I want to have fun. But I also want to maintain my reputation and position in this community. Having an excuse to be away a lot would be welcome." She pauses to consume a tender morsel. A drop of the yellow sauce remains on her upper lip, and she stares at me for a few seconds before licking it away. The pressure between my legs increases. "And as for the time you and your people will spend in commuting, that is merely a matter of cost, is it not? And I'm sure you can find local subcontractors to do most of the work." "That's true," I say. "But I don't relish the idea of driving four hours a day." "I would pay for you to have an apartment here. And I would pay for you to have a competent local manager so that you would not have to come more than once or twice a week. Most of the meetings between the two of us would occur in your town, not mine." "I see," I said, concentrating on my rapidly disappearing steak. Hers is only half eaten when she puts down her fork. Her smile is contagious, and I can't help grinning back. "It's time for me to be perfectly frank," she says. "My contacts in your town have picked up rumors about your little hobby in the basement of your building. It is an interest of mine also. One that I've never had the opportunity to explore. It's time." Her confession is not unexpected. I have heard it from middle-aged women before. But never from one so high class and fantastically beautiful. Obviously she doesn't want anyone to know about her plans. I hasten to reassure her. "My hobby, as you call it, is based on absolute discretion. Members of my club are sworn to secrecy and have to put up a kind of bond to insure their silence. Rumors are one thing, but the identities and activities of my friends are protected." "That's what I heard. It's why I decided to contact you. That and the fact that you are located a hundred miles away. I value my social position in this town. When I visit your club I would want to wear a mask. My face is too well known." "That could be arranged. You're sure about this?" "Yes. I wasn't until I met you. But now I am." "It's not going to be as simple as submitting an application under a false name. The secrecy bond that I referred to means that you would have to filmed in a very compromising position, with your true identity revealed. All members have to do this. No one is going to go public knowing that it would result in their video going on the internet." The Renovation of Maria Ch. 03 "Oh..." She is not expecting this, and it makes her sit back. "And who would control this video?" "Me, and only me." "I'm not accustomed to giving anyone such power over me." "That's the name of the game if you want to experience the real pleasures of BDSM. You must submit, totally, to someone you trust. In this case, that person is me. You would become my submissive toy, and not only when we were at the club." I am laying it on her. I have to find out how serious she is. The last thing I need is getting jerked around by a rich woman with friends in high places. She sits quietly, studying me. I can tell she is tempted. My cock is hard. I want her. "Look," I say. "All your life your beauty and position have intimidated men. You have never been treated the way your feminine nature craves. This is your chance. I have no desire to take advantage of you financially. I have plenty of money to live the kind of life I want. And in spite of your beauty there's little chance of my falling in love with you and making demands. I have a woman who suits me fine. My role would be to see that you got what you wanted, while protecting us both." She grins. "And you would also get what you want." I return her smile. "You are a gorgeous woman. I would get immense pleasure from dominating and using you." "I don't know. I just met you." "But you know my reputation. You know that I could not have succeeded in my business while practicing my little hobby if I treated people badly. You would be amazed at the names on the secrecy bonds in my video library." "I have to think about it. Being filmed was not on my radar." I cannot allow that. If her desire is not strong enough to overwhelm her fears, I am not interested. "No Elizabeth. You must decide right now, or you will not see me again. I don't want to get involved with weak-willed women." My challenge gets to her. She takes a deep breath. "What do I have to do?" "Submit to me, starting now." She is silent for a long minute. I wait patiently, watching her face as her eyes flick from me to the table and back again. "All right. I may be crazy, but I'll do it. I have to find out about myself." "Do what?" "Submit to you." "Tell me what that means to you, specifically. Don't hold back. Think of the stories you have read." "I will obey you. You can use me sexually as you wish. I expect to be dominated, humiliated, and punished. I will trust you." Incredible. She is as ripe a prospect as I've ever seen. I lean forward to close the deal. "Good. Here's how it's going to work. I will build your mansion on a cost plus twenty percent basis. On a business level we will relate as equals. But when we are alone together you will do what I tell you. I will expect absolute obedience, and will punish you for transgressions. Whenever other people are involved, at the Club or elsewhere, your identity will be concealed." I wait unsmiling for all this to sink in. Her eyes are wide, and she is breathing heavily. I suspect that she is aroused. I will soon find out. Maria I think I have overloaded Monica's circuits. Not only does she have to cope with the idea of me and BDSM, she has to picture me having sex with my handsome boss. She is mute as we eat. Finally she puts down her fork, looking like she is about to burst. "I can't believe it," she exclaims. "You have to tell me everything... and I mean everything." "Sorry," I say, teasing and whetting her appetite. "John insists on secrecy. It's very important for Club members to feel safe. If he knew I was even telling you about its existence, I would get a very hard spanking." "Ohhh..." Monica is actually shivering. I suspect she is imagining being held down over John's lap with her bare bum being smacked. It's time for me to set the hook. "But if you were to apply for membership I could tell you everything. Then you could decide whether you wanted to go through with it and actually join. I can tell you there are some really good-looking single guys at the Club. Of course, to even apply you need to put up a secrecy bond." "What's that?" "The way John insures that people keep the secrets is by requiring them to submit to being recorded doing something they would never, ever want to be made public. He keeps the incriminating video as a kind of bond." She looks at me and lets her gaze drop to my chest. "What would I have to do?" I am shocked. It had never occurred to me that she might be bisexual. I wish John were here. He would put her through her paces like he has me. He has shown me the added dimension that another woman can provide. Well, it's my job to set it up for him for later. I give her my proposal, confident that she will accept. "We would go back to my place, and I would set up my camera and interview you. You will answer my very intimate questions, revealing your true sexual nature. You will have to tell me about some of your past experiences. Then I may require other things of you. Believe me, when we are finished I will have a video that you would never want your mother to see." She giggles. "Why Maria, whatever would you have me do that would be that shocking?" I lick my lips. "I'll think of something." "That's giving you an awful lot of power over me." "True. But I'm in on it too. I would not want people to see the video either. It's mutually assured destruction, a proven deterrent." She chuckles. "I see your point. So you really think I should do this?" "Monica, I can tell you that I am having the most exciting time in my life. I was in such a rut. Now, I wake up in the morning feeling so alive, so feminine, so ready to experience new sensations. I think you and I are alike. You will love it!" "Okay, I'm in. Let's retire to your home studio, make a pitcher of margaritas and get started." We pay the bill, go to our cars, and in twenty minutes we are pouring drinks in my kitchen. "Go into my bathroom and freshen up while I set up," I say. "You want to look your best on camera." She is alarmed. "Why? No one is ever going to see this, right?" "John will see it." "Oh. In that case..." The recording stuff is in a closet in my bedroom. John keeps a set here to make home movies of us playing. My secrecy bond file is thick. I carry the tripod into the living room. Monica will sit on the couch with a wireless mic around her neck. I will sit opposite. I mix the drinks and place the pitcher on the coffee table. Monica emerges with her hair combed and wearing fresh lipstick. Without a word she goes to the couch, sits, crosses her legs, and smiles at the camera. "I have to put this around your neck so we won't miss a word." "Fine, but aren't you going to appear in this with me?" "The opening shot will be an introduction with us both. See that red light? We are being recorded now." I sit beside her and address the camera. "Good evening. I am Maria Arnold, and this is my friend, Monica Peterson. Monica is applying for membership in the Sanctuary. Is that right, Monica?" "Yes, but I understand that I can withdraw my application later if I wish." "That is correct. But this video will be kept by the Sanctuary as a secrecy bond, whether you join or not." "I understand." "Good. I will now begin the application interview." I move to the chair and adjust the camera so that Monica fills the frame. She fidgets. "Monica, how old were you when you lost your virginity?" Her eyebrows some up. "Sixteen." "Ah, sweet sixteen. Who was the lucky boy?" "Do I have to name names." "Yes." "Daryl Jones, quarterback of the football team." "You got the prize stud. You must have looked good. How big were your breasts?" She blushes, but plunges ahead. "I bloomed early, as they say. I was a 35 C." "Tell me about that first time with Daryl. Where were you? Did he strip you naked? How did it feel?" "It was a nighttime swimming party. He kissed me in the pool and felt me up. He told me to follow him into the woods. There was a full moon. He positioned me with my back to a tree and my hands behind my head. He took off my bikini and told me not to move. Then he licked and kissed me all over. I was turned on beyond belief." "Ah, so from the first there was an element of submission in your sex life." She hesitates, takes a sip of her drink. "Yes." "Are you turned on by being forced to do what men tell you?" "Yes." "Very turned on?" "Yes, very." "Did Daryl realize that and take advantage of you, that night and later on?" "How did you guess?" she snorts. "He put me in all kinds of positions, on my back, on my knees, across his lap, all the time exploring my body and driving me nuts. He was obviously experienced." "Did he make you lick and suck his cock?" "Oh yea. He said he was going to shoot his first load into my mouth. That way he would last longer when he fucked me. He made me knell in front of him and look up as I did it." "How did you like it?" She smiles. "I had my first orgasm of the night." "My, my. You were a hot little bitch. Are you still that way?" "Afraid so." "What else did Daryl make you do?" "I was his pet for the next two years. He had other girlfriends too, but I didn't care. One of them was bi, and he made me do her. And a couple of times he shared me with some other football players. I got a bad reputation, and when I went away to college I vowed not to let that happen again." "So you've been a good girl ever since?" She laughs. "Not exactly. I'm too highly sexed for that. But I've never been used the way I was with Daryl. No man has ever been strong enough. My short term marriage was pretty dull in that area." "But you've always wanted it, right? Always been turned on by stories." A big smile this time. "That's why I'm here." "Have you ever been to a BDSM club?" "No." "What do you think goes on there?" "I've read a lot of stories. I know there are tops and bottoms among both men and women. I expect there are heterosexuals, homosexuals, and bisexuals. I think it is a very free atmosphere, with people not judging each other. I hope it is safe." "Your concept is accurate, at least in terms of The Sanctuary. Are you interested in joining?" "Oh yes." "Good. I appreciate your frankness, Monica. We are ready for phase two of your interview. Stand up and remove your dress." John The once haughty Ms. Crowley sits with downcast eyes waiting for my first instruction. "Stand up and come over here," I order. She rises and walks to stand by my chair. I reach up and place my hand on her ass. It is exquisite, like palming a basketball. She gasps. "Please Sir, the waiter might come in." "Let me worry about that. I have promised you discretion, and will not let things go too far in this place. I'm in control of myself as well as of you." I pull her toward me. "Come closer. I want to smell you." "Ohhh..." Her stomach nestles against my face. I smile as I detect the aroma of her arousal, not strong, but unmistakable. My left hand roams over the satiny fabric clinging to her ass, and my right hand closes on a tit. Her breast is full and firm, but much too protected by a thick underwire bra. The way my fingers glide on her suit gives me an idea. "Elizabeth, you are to take your big purse and go to the ladies room. I like your outfit, but not your underwear. You are to remove your bra and panties and put them in your purse. When you return you will be wearing your suit and shoes, and nothing else. Do you understand?" "Oh God..." "I asked you a question." "Yes Sir, I understand." It is going well. She is turned on and not challenging me. And she is calling me 'Sir' without my having to tell her. I like that. "Now go. And on your way ask the head waiter to come see me. I will order us some after dinner drinks and give him a large tip to insure that we will not be disturbed." She leaves a moment later the maître d appears. He is delighted with my $100 gratuity, and promise of another $100 to come. I tell him that I am in delicate contract negotiations and need to be left alone after he delivers the Brandy Alexanders. I go to my attaché case and retrieve my miniature video camera and three wireless microphones. The camera goes on a serving table at the side of the room. The mics are positioned to catch sounds from all directions. I want to record her now while the iron is hot (and the pussy). The maître d brings the drinks personally just after Elizabeth returns. He closes the door firmly behind him. She stands by the table, looking self-conscious. "Wouldn't it be better to go up to your room?" she asks. "No. You are well known in this hotel. You would be seen getting into the elevator, and even if I didn't get in with you, people would talk. As it is, you are seen as being closeted in contract negotiations in a public restaurant. This is a good example of how I am going to look out for your interests." "I guess you're right. I'm new at this. What do you want me to do?" "Take a sip of your drink. Get it on your lips. Then come put your arms around my neck and kiss me. I want to taste you and the brandy." She grins nervously. "Not wasting any time, are you?" Insubordination like this must be dealt with immediately. I step up to her and grab her hair, pulling her head back. "You will do as you're told without backtalk." Her hands flail at her sides as I increase the pressure on her scalp. A little pain early on will get her over the hump. When I let up she whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck. Still holding her hair I guide her lips to mine. She kisses me hungrily. My tongue forces her to open her mouth, and she meets my invasion with a sigh. A long moment later I break off. Her head remains imprisoned by my hold on her hair. I look down at her, feeling her soft body pressing against me. With my other hand I pick up the wide-brimmed glass of Brandy Alexander. "You failed to add the brandy flavor to your kiss as ordered. You will pay the price. Now sip this. A little more. Now stick out your tongue and lick your lips." The next kiss lasts a long time. I release her hair and put both hands on her ass, squeezing and drawing her hips up against my hardness. Feeling her firm ass flesh through the thin silk of her suit inflames me. She squirms and shoves her tongue deep into my mouth. I want to strip her and fuck her right then, but I have other plans. The video of her surrender has to include a verbal commitment as well as her physical submission. I positon one of the armless chairs so that if she straddles my lap she will be facing the camera. "Sit on my lap, Elizabeth. No, not that way. Face me and spread your legs. Ride me like a horse." "Ohhh..." "Hands behind your head. I want to check whether you did what you were supposed to in the ladies room." My fingertips roam over her suit, reveling in the unencumbered access to the flesh below. Her breasts are both soft and taut, and I take my time sampling and probing. I circle a nipple, then stretch the fabric over it, watching it grow and dimple the silk. She leans back, thrusting her chest forward for my inspection. I pinch the engorged bud. "Good girl. You will always offer me your tits like this. Even when they are to be punished." "OH GOD..." "Now let's see how hot and wet you are. Open your legs more. Put your hands on my shoulders." My hands slide down her stomach to the insides of her thighs. No panty lines impede me as I move slowly over the silken fabric toward her pussy. She moans and begins a slight bucking motion on my lap, urging me to touch her. "Not yet my dear. First we must record your voice telling the world what a hot bitch you are. You see that camera behind me?" "Yes Sir. I noticed it right away." "It doesn't bother you?" "Yes, it bothers me. But I am committed." I scrape a finger nail over her pussy. She gasps and throws her head back. "You will be much more committed when I have your sexual confession on video. Look at the camera and tell me about the last BDSM story you read on the internet, the one you read while you pleasured yourself." "How..." "How did I know? Because you need release; we all do. Now look at the camera and talk. Be explicit and don't hold back. I'll help you along with my fingers." "OH GOD... The story was called 'The Present'. A bisexual submissive was tied up by her mistress and left as a present for a man in his apartment. He stripped her and spanked her and used her in all kinds of ways." "Describe the ways." "He slapped her breasts with the end of his belt. He put his finger in her ass and stung her with a curtain rod. He made her lick and suck him. He made her cum by laying her out on the kitchen counter and using artists' brushes on her pussy. In the end he called her mistress to come over. I was left imagining what was going to happen with the three of them." Her descriptions tell me a lot about her. But I want to make her admit it. "So, you like the idea of being whipped?" "Yes Sir, the idea. I don't know about the reality." "And you like the idea of another woman being involved. Have you ever been with a woman Elizabeth?" "No Sir." "Curious?" "Yes Sir." "Your curiosity will be satisfied in due course." "Thank you Sir." "Tell the camera about the wanton woman that you are." She straightens her back and looks defiantly at the little device with its blinking red light. "I admit it. I crave sex. I am determined to finally experience my fantasies. I want to give up control and be dominated. I am taking a big risk by trusting this man, but I can't help myself. I will submit to him and do what he tells me." I reward her with an inch of satin-covered finger. She groans and twists her hips. I take pity and use my other hand to gently massage her clit. She cums in a rush, and I have to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. Maria It is Sunday, and I'm sitting in a metal chair on John's back patio, my arms tied behind me. He has opened my shirt and pulled it back over my shoulders. My bare tits are baking in the warm sun. He is in the yard, cutting a switch from the willow tree. He called early and summoned me to his house. I tried to jump out of bed, but Monica grabbed me and demanded my attention for half an hour. Now I am going to be punished for taking so long. Hopefully when I tell him about the present I have for him he will go easy. The willow branch is thin and subtle, with a couple of small leaves still on the end. He sits opposite me and swishes the tip back and forth under my nose. "You should have been here in ten minutes," he says. "I told you to throw something on and be quick. I got up early and drove two hours to see you. After my experience last night, I was so horny for you." He smiles and presses a leaf against my nipple. "Still am." I am instantly wet, knowing I deserve a thrashing, and wanting it. Being tied up with my breasts exposed always lights me up, and he is constantly coming up with new ways. He has never really hurt me—his whippings produce just enough of a sting to make me forget myself and slip into the pleasure zone. But I want to tell him about Monica before he starts. "I am sorry for taking so long, Sir. I was detained. And when I tell you why, I think you will be pleased." "Really? That's interesting. I also have things to tell you." "About your experience last night?" "Yes." Idly he flicks the branch across my tits, well aware of the effect it is having. "You go first. If it's good, I will switch you just enough to make you cry for me to fuck you." The Renovation of Maria Ch. 03 I lick my lips. "Promise?" He uses the stick to pull my loose skirt up to my waist. I am bare underneath. "Well, at least you arrived in the proper state of undress," he says. "I will have multiple targets. Now talk." "You remember I told you I was going to meet an old girlfriend. Her name is Monica. She is a bit younger than me, and very pretty. She is also frustrated with her sex life, just as I was before." "Before I freed you from your inhibitions. Go on." "I refer to it as my renovation. After I told her about it she was eager to reveal her own fantasies. She is a closet bi and wants to be dominated. I recruited her for the Club. She will be my gift to you." He frowns and lowers the switch. "You know the rules and procedures to insure secrecy." "Not to worry. I have been in on enough new member interviews. I have your video equipment. Monica's incriminating words and deeds are on the flash drive in my purse. She is waiting to be called for her initiation." "Well, well... You continue to surprise me. That's one of the reasons I like you so much. That and the look that comes into your eyes when I do things to you like this..." "AHHH..." "And this..." "OHHH..." "Tell me. What am I going to see on that flash drive? The insidious willow twig is driving me nuts. I am panting, barely able to talk. "If... you... will... stop... that... for... a minute, I will tell you." He stops the titillating motion, but keeps the teaser up against me. "Yes?" "You will see and hear her describe a BDSM story that excited her. It involves all the things we like: sexy conversation, restraints, submission, spanking, another woman, and some very imaginative body-part stimulation." "Sounds like a good story. But a secrecy bond requires more than talking about a story." "Don't worry. I put my newly acquired femdom skills to work on her, and she responded with multiple orgasms. When I put a finger up her bum she went into orbit." "You're making my mouth water." I stick out my tongue at him. "Speaking of mouths, she's pretty good with hers, but not nearly as good as me." "How do you think we should use her?" "She's your present, but I imagine a scene with beads up her ass, your cock in her pussy, and her tongue in my snatch." His laugh comes from deep in his chest. "I love it when you talk dirty." "Me too. Now tell me about your night. What has made you so horny for me?" "I am constantly horny for you," he says, kissing me on the lips. "But other women can get me riled up too, especially when they are as beautiful as the one I had dinner with last evening. Have you heard of Elizabeth Crowley, the rich widow always in the gossip columns?" Uh oh. Everyone knows about the infamous Mr. Crowley. She is truly gorgeous. That's competition I don't need. "You had dinner with HER?" "At a hotel. She wants me to build her house. And she wants to join the Sanctuary." "Oh my..." "She's heard rumors and likes the fact that it is in a different town. She wants it bad, but at minimal risk." I have conflicting emotions. I don't want John diverted, but I would like to get my hands on a woman like Elizabeth Crowley. With John I am an unabashed sub, but I have found that I quite like dominating other women. Breaking in a high class bitch like Crowley would be fun. "So what happened?" "I told her about the secrecy bond and insisted that she deliver on a first installment immediately or I would leave." "And?" "She delivered." My mind is racing. I know he carries video equipment in his attaché case. "So you made her give you a Lewinsky on camera?" He chuckles. "No my dear. We were in a fancy restaurant. In a private room of course, but there were many people around who knew her. I made a video of her talking about her fantasies while I fingered her through her expensive silk suit. She came like a banshee with my hand over her mouth." "Jesus, John..." "She'll be coming here mid-week to sign the construction contract and to record the next part of her secrecy bond. And she admits she is curious about sex with another woman. You will be helping me indoctrinate her. The thought of it is what is making me so super horny." I sigh. "What if you like her better than me?" He puts down the switch and takes my face in his hands. "No chance of that. She has only beauty; you are the complete package. In fact I've been thinking that it's silly for you to maintain that condo when we are together almost every night. I want you to come live with me." My heart leaps. "Twist my arm..." "How about I twist this instead." "OH JOHN..."