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Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 01

By: jrgg43



The Wednesday after Thanksgiving... Cold, wet, and dark with heavy clouds...

8:25 AM 

Eddie found himself staring at the clock, wondering for the thousandth time whether or not this woman with the very strange story and very bizarre request was going to show up. He had a side bet with himself that she would not.

That hadn't stopped him from preparing though. Eddie had already been up since 6:00 AM. He had prepared his toys, making sure that he had easy access and that they were cleaned and ready. He had checked and rechecked that all the recording equipment was in place and in working order, most of the cameras invisible to the casual eye. 

In addition to time, Eddie had already spent over $2000 on this encounter. A large piece of the money had been spent on this room; four days in a two level two bedroom suite in an extended stay hotel. He had been worried about the noise and hosted a moderately loud party the evening before. Based on the lack of complaint by surrounding tenants or the management Eddie felt that a woman's muffled screams wouldn't cause any more comment than the raucous, screaming laughter of the party.

He took a long look around. The hotel provided a very comfortable sleeper sofa and chair with an ottoman. There was also a very interesting block style table that promised entertainment value if his voluntary victim actually arrived at 9:00 AM as she promised. He turned on the TV in the living room and turned it to see the weather for the day. 

The local forecast was coming on, with what Eddie thought of as the international symbols of clouds, rain and sleet.

"Current temperature, 29 degrees," was the monotone announcement. "Winds from North to Northwest at 15 to 20 miles an hour. Heavy clouds throughout the day with a 70 percent chance of precipitation. Early sleet turning to rain later in the day. High of 39 degrees."

The sound and picture was abruptly silenced as he clicked the TV off again. 

8:29 AM

Eddie got up from the easy chair and picked up his glass of orange juice, too early for alcohol, and wandered into the bedroom. All of his e-mail and instant message correspondence with the woman who called herself Joan was there, printed out, along with 8x10 copies of all the photos she had sent. A few of the photos she claimed to be her and he would know soon enough. The rest of the pictures were the 'evidence' she said was the reason she wanted to go through what Eddie was going to spend several hours doing to her. He smiled at the thought of his plans.

He had a Plan B of course. If this woman, Joan, didn't show up then he would call his occasional girlfriend Lisa to come over. He would have to put away the more extreme toys that he had on the bed, and also make a special trip to remove the surprise in the upstairs bedroom. Lisa would never go for that idea. But at least his expenses would not be a complete waste. 

Eddie briefly looked over all the items on the king size bed. There was a selection of gags, restraints, whips and crops and a number of other items. Every item that Joan had agreed to allow to be used on her was there, as well as a couple more thrown in for Eddie's own pleasure. He was sure that by the time the two of them got to the part of the fantasy where these items would be used Joan would no longer be sure exactly what it was she had agreed to. Picking up two of the butt plugs, he got that small smile of pure pleasure when he thought about that list. She had agreed to some very generalized descriptions.

He took his juice back through the living room area and took the three steps to the kitchenette. Mentally running through his inventory he rechecked the refrigerator. A dozen bottles of water, a large plastic container each of strawberries and grapes, a box of white zinfandel, a box of chocolate covered eclairs, and some mixed raw vegetables. Eddie reached into the door and picked up a bottle of hot sauce, still debating with himself over its potential use.

He put it back in the door and closed the refrigerator. Looking back at the clock in the living room he saw it was 8:35 now. Shaking his head at his own impatience he took the stairs that led up from the kitchenette to the upstairs area. At the top of the stairs stood a closet, the bedroom to the left and the upstairs bathroom to the right. The door of the closet had a mirror and Eddie checked his appearance once again to be sure he made the presentation he wanted.

Eddie looked into the mirror and saw himself staring back, a 28 year old medium toned black man with close cropped hair wearing black slacks with a white turtleneck sweater and a black sports coat. He thought about the fact that Joan claimed to stand the same 5'9" that he did, but she would be wearing heels and would stand taller than he would. He would make that mutual image work to his advantage. He worked out several times a week and was a muscular 180 lbs. If she was as slim as she said at 135 lbs they should make an interesting looking couple.

The sports coat made the hotel suite comfortable for Eddie. Of course he had just seen that the weather outside was going to be miserable all day. He had set the heater inside for 66 degrees. A bit cool for most people and it should make a naked woman's nipples stand out very nicely.

'Keep her shivering', Eddie thought to himself, looking to the left to look over the second bedroom. 

Eddie dressed to look like a moderately successful upper middle class businessman. What he was really, was a computer geek. 

"A technophile," he corrected to himself, looking back in the mirror.

He had gotten lucky right out of school, getting a job as the computer guru with a small manufacturing company that had grown quickly with a couple of large government contracts. The owner of the company now trusted Eddie completely with the cyber security and technology of the firm. The company was due for security upgrades over the winter holidays and two days ago Eddie had installed 12 of the new security cameras throughout the suite for 'testing'. One laptop in the upstairs bedroom and two more in the closet were set up to record almost everything that went on over the next 12 hours. A very visible digital camcorder and digital camera were on the table in the living room. If the lady wanted to assume that those were the only recording devices...

He finished his orange juice and went back downstairs to put the glass in the kitchen. He glanced at the clock again. 8:45 AM. 

Eddie nearly jumped when he heard the knock at the front door of the suite.

His heart beating a bit faster with excitement he went to the door and peered through the spy hole. She was actually here!

He watched to see if she remembered her instruction. It also gave him a few moments to look her over and contain the grin he knew was showing on his face. She obviously remembered what she was supposed to do. She stepped back away from the door so she could be seen.

This woman's hair color was closer to brown than the pale blonde from her pictures, and styled very differently, but it was obviously the same person who was in the photos he had been sent. She had put down a piece of luggage and a laptop case where they were visible. She looked towards the bottom of the door. As she had said she would, she was wearing a calf length blue trench coat and a pair of shoes that matched the color of the coat almost perfectly. Eddie had expected a large purse but instead she appeared to be holding a small clutch in both hands, held in front of her at the waist. The color of the clutch was identical to the 3 inch heels.

Eddie was impressed with the outfit. Her makeup was as meticulous as her dress. Just a touch of blush on her pale cheeks, a trace of lipstick and well defined eyebrows that suggested careful plucking and coloring. He especially liked the whore red fingernail polish. Very nice indeed. Time to get better acquainted.

He opened the door, his expression carefully neutral.

"Joan", he asked.

She glanced up at Eddie and quickly lowered her eyes again. "Yes, Sir," she admitted.

"Where did you park?"

"I took a cab, Sir. The driver dropped me off near the front office and I walked over here after he left the parking lot. I have arranged for a cab to pick me up at the same spot at 9:00 PM, Sir."

"So you took me up on my suggestion, Joan?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm not sure I will be in any condition to drive tonight."

"Very good," said Eddie, although he had mixed emotions about the cab idea. While it meant that her car was nowhere near the hotel it added the potential problem of a witness who knew where she had been dropped off.

Eddie took a step back and reached around for the digital camera. "Are you ready to begin," he asked.

"Yes," she said. "I'm ready."

"Then open up your coat," commanded Eddie, raising the camera to his eye.

Joan opened up her coat, to show that she was wearing white thong panties and a red bustier. She visibly shivered, but Eddie wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from nervousness.

He quickly lowered the camera. "Not quite what I thought the outfit would look like," he said, obviously disappointed. "But it IS what I told you to wear."

"It's not exactly Wonder Woman," she replied, "but I tried my best to wear a nice outfit."

He could see that her A cup breasts just didn't show off as well as he had hoped with this outfit. Eddie bit his lip as he considered. "Do you have some paperwork for me?"

"Yes, I do," she answered. She let the coat drop back down and started to open her clutch.

"Stop!"

She stopped and looked up, quickly looking down again.

"Just hand me the purse and hold your coat open again!"

Eddie saw her bite her own lip in consideration and then handed him the clutch, then opened her coat again.

He opened the small purse and looked through it. There was a folded piece of paper which he took out and held between his fingers while he looked at the rest of the contents. He saw a very expensive cell phone, two twenty dollar bills, and a drivers license. Smiling, he read her full name and her address.

"Joan L. Gibson? What does the L stand for?"

"Laura, Sir." She was looking down at the ground again, still holding the coat open to the cold breeze flowing past the building. Eddie could see her nipples standing out very hard against the thin fabric of the bustier. He glanced down at her legs and could see the goose bumps forming.

"Come inside Joan Laura Gibson," he relented. "I'll get your bags."

As she stepped past him he reached up to the back of her coat collar and pulled it down. Realizing what he wanted she let go of the lapels and allowed him to strip the coat from her arms. He tossed the coat inside the doorway to the left where if fell onto the table next to the sofa. Joan moved to the center of the living area, the sofa to her right and the easy chair directly in front of her. She started to cross her arms, but then dropped them to her side and stood with her head down.

Eddie, still holding the purse, paper, and ID with one hand, pulled the suitcase into the room. Then he went back out and picked up the laptop case. Setting it down inside more carefully he closed the door behind him.

"Kneel!" he commanded. He walked to the easy chair and sat down, watching her kneel in front of him. He placed the purse with the money and cell phone still inside it on the small round table next to the chair, on Joan's left. Looking again at her ID and then back at her, he asked. "So tell me, are your other plans for the day going as you expect?"

"Yes, Sir," Joan replied. "My attorney assured me my husband will be served with divorce papers between 3:00 and 4:00 this afternoon. I expect he will be trying to call me immediately after that."

"Well then," smiled Eddie. "We'll just have to make sure you are, umm, fully occupied? And unable to take any calls!"

First he placed the ID on the table, then he unfolded the piece of paper he had in his hand and began to read. He raised one eyebrow in surprise. He'd seen several early drafts of this document in e-mails, but was surprised a bit at the final document. He looked down at this woman on her knees in front of him. It was time to find out if she was really willing to go as far as he planned on taking her.

"Read this out loud," he commanded her, holding out the piece of paper.

Joan looked up and took the paper from him. Eddie watched the paper shake in her hand for a moment, decided it was still just the cold, and waited for her to begin.

"The intent," she began.

"Stop!" Eddie had raised his voice a bit. "Read the entire document."

"Contractual Declaration of Consent," Joan started over. "The intent of this Declaration is to state in a legal way, that I Joan Laura Gibson, hereafter known in this document as the 'submissive' or 'sub', willfully enter into a contract with a man of my knowledge hereafter known in this document as the 'Dominant' or 'Dom'" She paused to swallow a bit and to take a breath.

"The identity of this person shall remain anonymous as neither his identity nor his signature are required on this document."

At this point Eddie leaned back into his chair, but kept his eyes directly on the woman's face. He wanted to watch her expression as she read, and to see if she would be so foolish as to look up.

"The purpose of this contract is to define the scope and limits of a sexual encounter in which the submissive will submit to the will and demands of the Dominant for a period of 12 hours."

"Stop!" Eddie interrupted again. "Is this the only copy of this contract you made Joan?"

"No, Sir," she replied.

"Hold on right there for a minute." Eddie got up from his chair and went over to the table by the front door. He took a moment to pick up her coat and hung it up in the closet on the other side of the door. Then he picked up the camcorder that was on the table. He knew that 4 other cameras were recording this, but he wanted her to know that she was being recorded. From there he went to the closet and took out a tripod. He mounted the camera to the tripod and took it over to the entrance of the kitchen and set it up. He checked that the wide angle lens was capable of recording everything that went on in the living room. Fiddling with the controls for a bit he was finally sure that it would catch everything he wanted it to, and gave a small grunt of satisfaction.

He went back to the easy chair and sat down again, leaning forward this time. 

"So, Joan Laura Gibson," he said, watching her flinch a bit at the use of her full name. "What were we discussing before I started recording this conversation?"

"Umm, I, Uh..." She was obviously nervous and caught off guard.

"The name of the document?" Eddie provided.

She cleared her throat as she looked at the piece of paper. "My Contractual Declaration of Consent," she offered.

"And what does it say," he asked

She took a deep breath and began again. "Intent. The intent of this..."

"No!" Eddie insisted. "I don't want you to read it to me this time. I want you to tell me what that first section means."

She took a moment, and finally he saw a bit of decisiveness in her. He also noticed that the heater in the suite was bringing to temperature back up to a comfortable level.

She straightened her shoulders and spoke clearly. "It means that I came here of my own volition today, Sir. And while I may admit to what I am doing today, I don't have to tell anyone who I am doing it with." She looked directly into the camera as she spoke the last few words.

"Okay," Eddie began. "You say in this statement that you intend this Declaration to be a legal contract, and you have also admitted that this is not the only copy, correct?"

"Yes, Sir," she said confidently. "That is what it says."

"So, since this is a legal declaration, you must have left a copy with your lawyer?"

Joan paled at the thought. "Oh my god no, Sir. I don't want her to know about this!"

"Then who else has a copy?"

"I told you that in our IM's Sir. I left a copy of this for my husband to find when he gets home."

Eddie smiled back down at her. "So this is really more of a Declaration of Independence then, isn't it?

She thought about that for a few moments, and then smiled herself. "Yes, Sir, I guess it is."

"And where did you leave the copy of this document for you husband?"

"On the coffee table in our living room, Sir. He won't be able to miss it when he walks in."

"Very well then. Get ready to read the next part of this document you have written. Actually, go ahead and start. I'm going to get your luggage open and your clothes out while you talk about them."

Eddie got up again and went to open Joan's luggage as she began to speak.

"Dress. At the start of this encounter the sub will wear an outfit specified by the Dom consisting of the following: A heavy ankle length coat, underneath which the submissive will wear a red bustier top, white thong panties, and blue high heeled shoes."

As she paused Eddie interrupted again. "I guess that look worked better in my imagination than it did in person. Stop right there for a minute and stand up."

Joan did as she was told. The suite was warming up quickly, and while still chilly she was starting to feel more comfortable. As she stood she took advantage of a look around and saw Eddie going through the clothes she had brought and was laying them out across the couch. He seemed to be sorting her various shoes in front of each outfit. She quickly looked away again.

Eddie had caught her quick glance and decided to deal with it carefully. He didn't want her to back out now.

As he looked over her clothes he said, "Take off your top." He carefully didn't look at her until he had counted slowly to ten. When he finally looked in her direction the bustier was being pulled over the top of her head and off.

"Just throw it over by the television."

She turned to her left and tossed the garment on the floor in front of the television.

He turned back to her clothes and continued sorting as he said, "Now do the same with your panties."

Again he gave himself a slow count to ten, and when he turned to look he saw her panties already on the floor and Joan standing still with her eyes gazing down at the base of the ottoman..

"Just stand there while you continue reading," he commanded.

"The sub will provide 3 additional outfits to be worn during the encounter as directed by the Dom," she read. "The first of these outfits will be a business style skirt suit in gray with a white pinstripe. This outfit will be worn with an appropriate white blouse. 

"Pause right there."

Eddie picked up the outfit she described, still encased in clear plastic with the logo of a high end dry cleaning company. He carried it over and started to hold it up in front of her. Then he held it to the side and gave her naked body a thorough looking over.

According to her ID she was 42, and while she looked it, she had taken very good care of herself. Her stomach was taut, her breasts small but firm with inch wide dark aureoles and very hard nipples. She had obviously taken the time to shave her pubic hair completely off very recently, probably within the last few hours.

He noticed that she was still looking down, but was aware of his inspection and was biting her lips nervously. He wasn't about to reassure her now. He held the outfit in front of her and silently approved. 

"Which shoes go with this outfit?"

"The gray pumps, Sir."

Of course he'd already figured that out. He walked back over to the couch and picked up the pumps. He walked behind her and around to the door of the bedroom that was about 6 feet to her left and just in front of her. Hanging the outfit carefully on the door handle and placing the shoes on the floor her turned back to her.


Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 01



"Continue reading," he said as he walked back over to the sofa.

She found her place on the page. "The second is a white trash slut outfit that will consist of a yellow tank top that says SLUT on the front, a short blue jean material skirt, and red high heels." She stopped in expectation of his interruption.

He waited for a count of 5. "Don't try to anticipate me Joan. Keep reading."

"Uh... Uh Yes Sir," she stumbled, and it took her a moment to find her place again. "The third is a predominately gold dress with a large floral pattern. At the end of the encounter the sub will be responsible for providing a black coat dress with red 3 inch high heels to go home in. The sub will wear no other clothing, and will only wear jewelry that the sub has been decorated with during the encounter. 

"Oh yes," Eddie interrupted at last. "Stop right there."

He took the three steps back over to the double door to the bedroom and pushed both doors wide open. The right side door with her suit on it was pushed up against a wall and he moved her shoes back under her outfit. He knew if she looked into the room from where she was standing she would see just about a quarter of the king sized bed, which was covered with sex toys, most of which they had talked about during their cyber conversations. The bedside table was clearly in her line of sight, however, and Eddie opened the single drawer, reached in, and took out two collars. The first was a ¾ inch thick black leather dog collar with pointed silver studs. The kind that was typically meant for a pit bull or other guard dog. The second was a thin round strip of black leather with a small 3 cylinder spinning combination lock on the back. It was a more delicate and elegant piece of decoration, but a collar nonetheless. He also took a manila folder full of 8 x 10 pictures that was labeled 'Husband' from the drawer.

Eddie walked back over to the chair and placed the folder face down on the table next to the easy chair. Then he turned to where Joan was standing and stood in front of her, apparently deciding between the two collars. He knew she could see them both clearly. He put the more elegant collar on his right arm, down to the elbow and then stepped behind her. Using both hands he wrapped the obvious dog collar around her neck and strapped it at the back snugly, but not tight. He then walked back over to the door where her suit was and put the other collar around the neck of the hanger.

Walking back to the easy chair he looked at Joan and said, "Kneel"

She quickly complied and he added. "Continue reading, and stop when you get to the end of the next section." He sat again in the chair, but sitting forward now.

Joan quickly found her place and stated, "Locations. The Dominant is responsible for providing locations for this encounter. The Dom will provide directions to a private location where the encounter will begin and end. Other locations that the sub has agreed to in advance include the private office of a friend of the Dom, a casino bar, an adult bookstore, a glory hole in that adult bookstore, the theater room in that adult bookstore, an alley, and a truck stop."

She paused as she came to the end of the paragraph.

Eddie asked, "Do you have any questions about any of those locations?"

"No," she replied.

"Are you sure," he insisted?

"I'm... I'm not sure what you are looking for, Sir," she finally said.

OK, then. If you don't have any questions then I have a couple. Have you ever been to an adult bookstore?"

"Um... yes, Sir," she admitted hesitantly.

"And have you ever been to a glory hole? I know you know what one is, but have you ever seen one?"

"Only in video's Sir."

"And have you ever been in an adult theater before?"

Joan looked straight down. "Only for about 10 seconds, Sir. I looked in the door of one and then got out as quickly as I could."

"But you do know what we have been talking about and are prepared to go through with this?"

Joan obviously thought about it. "Yes, Sir... I believe I am."

Eddie turned and retrieved the folder, taking the first picture out. "Look up and tell me what is in this picture you sent me."

Joan looked up at the picture, paled, and quickly turned away. "It's a picture of my husband, Sir."

"Look at it," Eddie insisted. "This is the reason you came here today. Tell me what is happening in this picture!"

"He... He is kneeling," she began, and looked away again, anger in her face and maybe tears forming.

"You've seen this picture, and the others you sent me. Did you ever make them larger and take a really good look?"

Eddie waited for an answer.

She finally looked back up at the picture and softly said, "No, Sir."

Eddie matched the softness of her tone. "You told me your husband was secretly the slave of a black Mistress, didn't you? And that you had pictures of him sucking the strap-on she was wearing?

"Yes, Sir. That is what I told you."

"And that isn't a strap-on is it?"

"No, Sir. That's.... not a strap-on"

"No, Joan, it's not. That is a real life black cock," Eddie said, and paused for effect. "Your husband is the slave of a black transvestite, isn't he?"

"Yes," Joan admitted, and broke into tears.

Eddie continued speaking softly as she kneeled in place and tried to stop her tears. "So this picture shows him sucking a black cock while he is kneeling and wearing a slave collar?"

She nodded her head.

"Look at this next picture, Joan," he commanded.

Joan looked up, anger in her eyes now.

Eddie began describing in detail. "This is a picture of your husband in a slave collar, a body harness, and a cock ring, and he is taking a black mans cock in his ass, right?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"And these other pictures," he continued, "show your husband being whipped, paddled, with clamps on his nipples..." Eddie flipped through the pictures, showing each of them in turn. "...clamps on his cock and balls, a ball gag in his mouth, and of course this last one," he finished, holding the last picture in front of her, "has a black man's fist up your husbands ass. Are all these correct?"

Joan snarled a yes at Eddie this time, really pissed off now.

"And today you are going to show him what a real slave is supposed to be, aren't you, Joan Laura Gibson?

"Yes, Sir, I am," she said. "I can take anything he can take, Sir."

Privately Eddie wondered about that. "Did you ever wonder who took these pictures, Joan?"

The shock on her face and silence told Eddie everything he needed to know. He decided to go back to her contract. "Go on to the next paragraph and read it completely," he commanded.

Joan took a few moments, then looked again at the paper. Eddie put all the pictures back into the folder and placed it back on the table next to her purse.

"Participants," she said, starting the next paragraph. "The participants in this encounter include the Dom, the sub, and 5 more males and 1 female that are known to the Dom and have been chosen especially for this encounter. The Dom will be allowed to select up to 6 strangers at random for the submissive to service."

Eddie decided to push his luck a bit. "That's 12 men and 1 woman. Are you going to object if that becomes 13 men, or 15 men? Or even a few more?

Joan quickly shook her head, "No, Sir. I won't object."

Eddie smiled to himself. This bitch really wanted some vengeance. He was going to make sure that she got it.

Outwardly Eddie kept his face passive. "Then read the next paragraph, Slave."

Joan allowed herself a small smile hearing that word. She was sure that Eddie saw it but decided she really didn't care.

She read through the next paragraph. "Sexual Acts. The sub agrees that her pussy, mouth, and ass will be available to all the other participants in this encounter for sexual purposes with, or without, her cooperation or consent. This includes all male participants, and the female participant. As long as the sub does NOT use her safe word or safe gesture her consent is implied, even without her physical cooperation."

Eddie allowed a slow count to ten again before speaking. "You DO understand what this means don't you? You are going to have a lot of cocks in your pussy, mouth and ass today. You'll be swallowing a lot of cum, have an ass full of cum, and a pussy full of cum. You'll be wearing a lot of cum"

Joan nodded her assent. "I understand, Sir."

Eddie was certain she really didn't know what she was in for but smiled and said, "OK, next section then."

Joan took a moment, and then continued with her Declaration, "Other Acts. The Submissive has agreed to other acts that may or may not be considered as sexual in nature." She paused for a second, then said, "These acts include golden showers, body piercing, (both permanent and play), bondage, whipping, caning, paddling, clamping, gagging, blindfolding, gang-banging, fisting, body graffiti, and body decoration. The submissive has made a specific request that her nipples be pierced vertically at some time during this encounter, and the submissive is responsible for providing the needles and studs for this piercing."

"And where are the needle and studs," asked Eddie.

"In my makeup kit, in the side pocket of my suitcase, Sir," she answered.

Eddie stood up, walked back over to the suitcase and looked in the pocket she indicated. Her makeup kit was not small, but she had packed the needles and studs in a plastic sleeve that was on top as soon as he opened it. He rummaged briefly through the rest of the kit, finding only makeup. He tucked the packet into his inside coat pocket and walked back over to the chair.

"The next section!" he commanded abruptly.

Joan looked back to the paper. "Toys & Equipment. The sub will provide 2 18 gauge needles and two studs for the purpose of giving the sub permanent nipple piercings. Any other needles and studs or rings will be provided by the Dom. The Dom will also provide the following items," Joan took a deep breath and read the list quickly. "Cat-o-nine tails, Crop, Wooden paddle, Whip, Belt, Clothes pins, Clit Clamp, Nipple Clamps, Door Restraints, Hog tie Restraints, Leg Spreader Bar, Hand cuffs, Harnesses, Straight Jacket, Hood, Leash, Collar, Butt plugs, Ball gag, Open gag, Bar gag, Latex gloves, Tens w/tens pads (electrical). The Dom may include other items as he wishes. The sub would prefer that these be shown to her and their use explained before they are used on her."

It took a moment for Eddie to speak again. The last two sentences weren't in any of the drafts of this contract that he had seen. But he recovered quickly. "If you haven't made yourself aware of what each of these items do you will find out soon enough. We discussed each of these items while we were having our conversations in IM. Do you think that is fair enough?"

"Of course, Sir," she said. "I have had some of those items used on me before, several years ago, but do know what all of them are for."

"Then you should certainly remember these," he suggested, taking a pair of nipple clamps from his right side jacket pocket. He'd decided to start with a pair of adjustable alligator clips with one ounce weights attached. "Sit up," he commanded.

As Joan straightened herself Eddie leaned forward and touched her for the first time. Gently caressing and lifting the bottom of her left breast he watched her nipple harden even further. He used one hand to open the clip to the width of her nipple, then let her breast drop back and used the other hand to set the adjustable knob. Then he deliberately spun the knob two full turns tighter, making sure that they would have a good grip. He used the setting for the first clamp to set the second. 

Listening to her inhale and hold her breath he lifted her left breast again, placed the clamp securely on the base of her nipple and heard her gasp. Then he slowly lowered her breast, watching the nipple get pulled down by the weight. As he repeated the process with her right breast and nipple he told her, "The weights are small magnets. I can add more weight by clicking another magnet to the bottom of each of these." She could here the smile in his voice as he added, "And another, and another..."

Eddie watched the tightness of her lips and the small twinges at the corners of her eyes. But she was certainly aware that this was only the beginning, and a mild beginning at that.

Eddie sat back in the chair again. "Read the next section!"

Forcing herself to keep her hands on the paper and away from the pain in her nipples Joan continued, "Time Allowed. This encounter will take place on Wednesday, November 30th 2011 and will begin when the sub arrives at the specified location on or before 9 AM and will end when the sub leaves to go home at 9 PM of that same day."

"Congratulations, Slave," Eddie grinned. "Your day has arrived. Go ahead and read the next section. And speak so I can hear. I'll be right back."

As Joan began the next section, Eddie got up and went into the bedroom. He heard her raise her voice a bit as he stepped up to the bed and looked over all the toys.

"Safe Words and Gestures," she called. "The Dominant has given the following safe words for the submissive. 'Green' will indicate 'continue', 'Yellow' will indicate ceasing the current activity and changing to a different one. 'Red' indicates stopping all activity. In case the submissive is gagged the gesture of 'crossed fingers' will indicate to the Dominant that the submissive needs to have the gag removed so that she can give a safe word."

"So what are your three safe words again," he called, selecting a set of leather wrist cuffs from the end of the bed, and a black hood from the nearest pillow.

"Green, Yellow, and Red," she called back.

"Very good," he said, returning to the room. "Read the last two sections now."

As she found her place on the paper again Eddie went back to the table by the front door and got the digital camera. Then he went and stood behind her.

"Recordings," Joan read. "Digital point and shoot camera, Digital camcorder. The submissive has stated her preferences with the Dom, but the use of both the camera and camcorder during any and all activities during the encounter will be left to the complete preference of the Dominant."

Again Eddie was caught off guard. During their conversations Joan had insisted that during any sexual acts that her face should not be seen. Apparently she now left that decision entirely up to him. Eddie looked again at the hood as Joan continued reading, and the tossed the black fabric onto the sofa to his right.

"Exceptions and Conditions," Joan was saying, "The submissive insists that under no conditions will any activities include any person under the age of 18. In addition, any activities that involve 'Scat' or animals are also prohibited." As she finished she squared her shoulders and dropped the piece of paper to her side.

"And you have signed and dated both copies of this document," asked Eddie, his voice coming from just behind her right ear.

"Yes, Sir. This copy is signed for you and I left a signed copy at home."

Eddie reached around and took the paper from her. "Put your hands behind you," he whispered into her ear.

As her hands came back Eddie took each wrist gently and wrapped the leather cuffs. Strapping them on securely, he then took a double snap ring and connected it to the rings on each cuff, binding her hands behind her back.

"It's time to get started," Eddie whispered in her ear, and watched her body stiffen up.

Standing up Eddie unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled out his cock and balls, already hard from the events of the last 50 minutes. He stepped around in front of her, sat down on the ottoman, looked Joan in the eyes and told her, "Suck my cock!"

Then he leaned back so he could enjoy it.

End of Part One



Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 02



Eddie watched as Joan considered her position. Naked and kneeling with her hands cuffed behind her, his cock was over a foot away from her mouth and several inches beneath her chin.

Inching forward was going to put her too close to him, and just bending over was going to put her off balance. Instead she settled her body weight further back, resting her butt against her ankles and leaned forward, opening her mouth. As she did so the clamps on her nipples started to swing from front to back, causing her to open her mouth further and her eyes to react to her pain.

Reconsidering before she reached the head of his cock she leaned back again and held still until the clamps were still. Shuffling her knees just a bit she inched forward, keeping the clamps swaying to a minimum. Just before resuming her position she looked towards the camera on the tripod. Eddie was shocked when she smiled towards the camera and winked!

Then her mouth was on the head of his cock.

'Oh, Jeez,' thought Eddie. 'This isn't going to take long.' His cock had been hard almost from the moment he opened the door. And this woman obviously knew what she was doing.

Eddie wasn't hugely endowed, but his cock wasn't small either. Joan took the head of his cock and just a little more. She used her tongue to swirl her saliva around his cock and then went down on him, taking his cock quickly and deeply into her mouth.

He heard a small slurp and realized that she was lubricating his cock as quickly as she could. Unable to help himself he gripped the cushion of the ottoman. He kept his ass on the cushion but still pushed his hips forward, pushing his cock another inch deeper into her mouth. 

It's impossible for a woman's teeth to clench when she has a cock pushing into the back of her mouth. Eddie knew this and he knew he needed a distraction to keep from cumming too quickly. Fumbling into his jacket pocket he rummaged around. He could feel the packet with the needles and studs inside. Reaching deeper he found the extra magnets he had brought from the back room and took out the ones he could grab.

He realized Joan could see he was up to something. She had redoubled her efforts to make him cum in her mouth. He slowly leaned up and forward to where he could reach around her shoulders. With a magnet in each hand he reached under and heard the quick snaps that indicated another ounce of weight was now dangling from each nipple. He could even feel her mouth widen as the extra weight not only took hold but began swinging a bit from side to side. She forced herself to take the added weight in stride and continued to bob her head up and down on his cock. 

Then she surprised Eddie again. Looking towards the camcorder with his cock in her mouth she jiggled her tits, causing the weights to start swinging from side to side even more. He could tell by her eyes that she immediately regretted her impulse and her mouth started to pull back away from his cock.

Grabbing the back of her head quickly Eddie held the last couple of inches of his cock in her mouth.

"Hold still," he commanded, "and look at me."

Joan stopped and looked up at him, a hint of tears in her eyes from the pain. Eddie stared at her for almost a minute until the clamps stopped swinging. He could see her breathing through her nose as she waited. He slowly pulled his hands back.

When the clamps had stopped swinging completely Eddie reached under and added another magnet to each clamp. Hearing her moan a bit Eddie put a finger to his mouth.

"Shhhh," he whispered. "I want you to hear this, so be quiet. I'm going to add one more weight to each clamp..."

Her eyes widened and he started to feel her mouth open as if to speak.

"Ah Ah Ahhhh," he said, waving the finger from side to side. "Listen to me. I am going to add another weight to each of your clamps. And if you take my cock out of your mouth at all before I cum I will take the clamps off, take the adjustment screws out and put them back on your nipples as tightly as they will go. Then I will show you that there are more ways to add weights than with magnets. Do you understand?"

Joan carefully nodded her head yes.

"Don't move."

Eddie fumbled in his pocket and got the last two magnets out. As he gently let them snap into place he mentally kicked himself. He had been planning on fucking her pussy and now he was committed to cumming in her mouth. 'Ah well," he thought, smiling to himself, "I have all day to fuck her again.'

"Stay still," he told her again. Moving slowly to keep his cock in her mouth he reached around for the camera. Turning it on he took a few seconds to get a good focus on her face.

"Now," he said. "Finish!"

Joan stared straight into the camera and Eddie felt her tongue brushing the underside of his cock. She opened her mouth and lips wide and very gently used her upper teeth to push the head of his penis down onto her tongue, which was flicking from side to side.

Eddie snapped the picture and as soon as he did Joan took almost off of his cock into her mouth. He could feel the head of his cock at the back of her mouth, pushing at her throat. He quickly took another picture and set the camera to the side, his mouth wide from the sensation of what her mouth was doing to him.

She was riding her mouth up and down his cock, taking his entire shaft into her mouth and licking at the hair on his balls. Eddie leaned forward and let his hips ride with her rhythm. Up and down and up and down and when his felt the head of his penis beginning to swell to bursting he waited until her mouth was on a down stroke. Reaching down he slapped the outsides of both her breasts and then grabbed the back of her head to hold it onto his cock.

As the weights on her nipple clamps jerked sideways from the slap her "AAHHH," of pain became "nnngggffff" as the head of his penis hit the back of her mouth and gagged her scream.

"Don't swallow!" insisted Eddie as the let her mouth recieve half of his cock and the first spurt of cum went into her mouth.

"Don't you dare swallow," he said again as a second spurt came rushing out.

"Don't swallow, don't swallow, don't swallow," he repeated, slightly breathless as a third smaller stream of cum came out of him.

Eddie released her head, pulled his cock out of her mouth and reached for the camera.

"Show me," he commanded.

Joan opened her mouth and showed the camera in his hands a mouthful of cum. She tried to hold her head still, but the weights were still swinging and she was very slowly lowering her torso.

Eddie snapped 2 quick shots and saw that cum was about to drip onto her chin.

"Sit up," he told her, and stood up himself.

"Keep your mouth open," he reminded her as he stepped behind her and released the cuffs with one experienced hand.

"Choose a hand," he commanded, and as she raised her left hand he continued, "Let some cum drip onto your fingers."

Obeying, she couldn't stop some of the cum from rolling onto her chin. Her right hand was clenched in a fist and held to her side to keep it away from the evil clamps. As she started to raise that hand to her chin Eddie stopped her.

"Let it go," he said. "Now swallow what is in your mouth."

Joan carefully leaned forward and took a breath in through her nose and then exhaled equally slowly. She took a small gulp and then blew her cheeks out so she could breathe again through her nose. Opening her lips in a small circle she exhaled, blowing a small cum bubble, and then quickly gulped again. She inhaled and exhaled deeply twice and then opened her mouth for Eddie to see that she had swallowed it all.

Eddie took another picture.

"Now lick the cum from your fingers and clean off your chin. Make sure you swallow it all."

With that statement he stood up and went into the kitchen. Turning on the sink he doused a paper napkin with warm water and cleaned off his cock. He knew that the cameras would catch all the action of the woman cleaning herself. Zipping himself up he went to the refrigerator and took out two containers.

Turning to the counter he was able to look back into the living room where Joan was pushing a final bit of cum back up her chin and into her mouth. Seeing that she had his attention she made more of a show out of it, pushing the drop of cum onto the tip of her lip before swallowing it.

Eddie took strawberries and small squares of chocolate from the containers and prepared a small paper plate. He carried it back to the living room and sat on the ottoman in front of her again.

"Put your hands behind your head," he instructed. "Intertwine your fingers and grip them together tightly."

Joan managed to put her hands behind her head and keep her eyes downcast at the same time. Eddie leaned forward and simultaneously opened and pulled away both nipple clamps.

She gave a long sigh of relief which was followed by a gasp of pain when the blood began to rush back into her nipples. She desperately managed to keep her hands behind her head but her lips were pressed together as she managed a mewing sound that seemed to emanate from her nose.

Eddie watched her take short fast breaths, trying to mentally get on top of the pain. She stared straight ahead now, her intertwined hands as stiff as fists. 

"Stand up and go to the freezer," he told her. "Inside you will find two snack size baggies filled with crushed ice."

As she stood quickly to comply he added, "Put them on your nipples and then come back and sit on the floor in front of me.

He heard her open the freezer. Apparently it was a few seconds before she finally spotted the baggies of ice on the top shelf of the freezer. He wondered if the dildo mold filled with blue juice drink had caught her attention yet. She couldn't help but see it on the front of the elbow high shelf. 

The fact that the freezer took more than a few seconds longer to close than it needed to made Eddie start to smile, but he quickly erased it from his face. He had to look serious.

Joan came into the living room quickly after that. Her arms crossed she hugged the small bags of ice to her nipples. He saw that she was breathing easier as she used her right arm to lower herself cross legged to the floor. Covering her left nipple again she breathed in deeply now.

"We have a few more things to talk about," he said conversationally. She stopped biting her lips and looked him in the eyes.

Gesturing towards the front door behind her he said, "I see you brought your laptop with you like you said you would. What do you want to have done with it?"

Joan managed to look self possessed as she sat naked on the carpeting of a strange hotel. "I want you to destroy the hard drive and the mother board, Sir, like I told you during our last IM session."

"Because you seem to think that destroying your computer will destroy any trace of our conversations? Our e-mails," Eddie asked.

"Yes, Sir. This is the only computer I have used to talk to you with. The only computer that I used to log into the cheating wives web site that I met you on. The family computer in the living room is the one that I normally use for my other regular web sites and e-mail."

"And that means what," Eddie asked, gesturing with one arm for her to continue.

"It means that this is the only computer I have used that has the names of the accounts I met you under, all new account that nobody knows belong to me except for you. From what we talked about online I thought that you would be the best person to make sure that nothing on this computer can be traced back to you. Don't all computers have a specific address or something that identifies each individual one?"

"Are you referring to IP addresses," Eddie asked?

"Yes, Sir."

Eddie pondered the problems with her theory. What it really came down to though was that if what she was saying was true then Eddie himself was far better off with the computer in his possession instead of hers. 

"OK, then," he told her. "I will deal with your laptop."

Eddie reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out a pocketknife. Opening it he proceeded to cut the green tops off of the strawberries on the plate next to him. When they were all cut he selected on of the and turned back towards Joan.

"Which brings us to a rule you will need to obey for the rest of the day," he informed her.

"What rule is that, Sir?"

Eddie leaned forward and held the strawberry in front of her between two fingers.

"Open your mouth."

She did so.

"The cum you had in your mouth a few minutes ago is the last thing you will hold in your mouth today. For the rest of the day you will immediately swallow any fluid that is placed in your mouth. Anything that can be considered a food," he added, placing the strawberry in her mouth for emphasis, "is to be immediately chewed up and swallowed. Do you understand this rule?"

Joan nodded her head, chewing. While she swallowed she pulled the ice away from her nipples and looked at them. Then she put the ice back on.

"If you fail to obey this rule there will be a punishment, do you understand that?

"Yes, Sir," she acknowledged.

"Now one of the final things I am going to do tonight before you leave is pierce your nipples like you have asked."

Joan nodded her head during the pause.

"So I want you to keep in mind that any punishment you receive during the day is probably going to be nipple related."

She was giving him her complete attention.

"You've already had a taste of nipple torture this morning. So before you even think about doing anything that you think will require punishment you need to ask yourself what kind of condition you want your nipples to be in when I pierce them tonight. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"That's not good enough," he insisted. "Tell me in your own words what I just told you."

"If I fail to obey a rule, Sir, I will be punished. If I am punished it is probable that the punishment will involve hurting my nipples."

"That's close enough," Eddie decided. He picked up the chocolate bar and used the knife to shave a piece off of it and leaned forward to put it in her mouth.

She started to roll it across her tongue, remembered her new rule and promptly chewed the candy and swallowed.

Eddie smiled, got down off the ottoman and walked on his knees until he was just behind her with the plate and the knife.

He cut the top off of another strawberry and put it into her mouth.

"So how are you nipples feeling," he asked, slicing some chocolate and idly eating a piece himself.

Joan swallowed first. Then she let the ice packs fall away from her nipples, held them for several seconds, and then put them back on.

"They still burn a bit, Sir."

Another strawberry for her, and more chocolate for him.

"Sir, may I have something to drink," she asked.

"Of course," he said, standing up. "I'll even get it for you."

Eddie walked into the kitchen and got a medium sized water glass from the cabinet. Turning back to the living room and leaning over the breakfast counter he asked, "So what did you do this morning to prepare for coming over here?"

Joan spent some time collecting her thoughts. Eddie's questions kept coming from different directions.

"My husband left for work just after 6:00 as usual. I immediately got up and gave myself an enema, Sir."

"An enema," Eddie interrupted?

"Yes, Sir, I didn't eat all day yesterday, and I used an enema to clean myself out this morning. You did inform me that my ass may get well used today."

"Interesting," Eddie said. "What else?"

"I showered and shave my legs and my... pussy," she finally said. "I called for the cab to pick me up at 8:15 and bring me here, and then I worked on my hair and my makeup," she finished.

Eddie nodded and turned to the refrigerator. He put the water glass under the nozzle of the box of wine and nearly filled the glass. He walked back out and set it on the floor in front of Joan.

"White Zinfandel," he informed her. "This is what you will be drinking today. Whenever you feel thirsty just inform me and I will get you a glass."

She pondered the glass for a few seconds, and then nodded her head. She opened her mouth and exhaled deeply as she lowered the ice packs from her sore nipples, set them on the floor and picked up the glass. Raising it to her lips she drank deeply as Eddie sat down just behind her left shoulder.

When she finished Eddie put another strawberry to her lips, and followed it quickly with a piece of chocolate. As she chewed and swallowed he picked up the knife. Placing the blade gently against the small of her back he gently stroked it up her spine.

He heard her inhale, gasping a bit from the touch of the blade.

Carefully keeping from breaking the skin he ran the blade up to her shoulders, back and forth across them, and then back down to the small of her back. Then he set the opened knife back on the plate.

Then he stood up and informed her, "You have 5 minutes to eat something, then we have to start getting ready to leave. There is more food in the refrigerator."

Having said that he walked into the kitchen, opened a drawer and took out a timer. Setting it her told her, "When this timer sounds you are to stand in the doorway of the bedroom down here and I will give you further instructions.

Eddie then turned his back to her and went up the stairs.

He turned into the bedroom on the left and shut the door behind him. He needed a couple of minutes to think about what he had going on here!

He looked at the computer screen in this room, which was split into four views of the living room downstairs. Joan was eating some more of the chocolate, still sitting cross-legged on the floor. He had deliberately left the camcorder on the tripod running, wondering if she was going to play to the camera again.

Taking his phone from his pocket while he scanned the screens he punched a speed dial.

The receptionist who answered at the other end politely announced the name of the company and asked how she could help.

"May I speak to Richard please, Tell him this is Eddie." Richard was the owner of the company.

"May I place you on hold while I see if he is available." she returned in her professionally friendly voice.

"Absolutely," he answered.

As he listened to the soft jazz of the hold line he noticed that Joan had picked up the knife and was testing the sharpness of the blade. He looked at another angle to check his first impression. He was right. She wasn't playing to the camcorder. She seemed to be lost in a reverie of her own.

"Eddie." came a surprised but friendly voiced over the phone. "Let me guess. It's a gloomy day, more people are gone from your office than there are at mine, and you're finally going to give in and let me treat one of my best customers to a couple of lap dances and a trip to the VIP room at my favorite club across the river."

"Oh., you are so close, so close, so close, Richard." Eddie said, drawing out the words as he watched the screen. Joan had closed her eyes and place the edge of the blade against her stomach. Slowly she drew the blade incredibly gently up her stomach, her ribs, and then pressed the tip of the blade against the bottom of her right nipple. By the time the blade reached her breast her back was already arched, her mouth open, and her eyes tightly closed.

Several seconds passed.

"Eddie," Richard asked? "You there?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I got a bit distracted. Anyway, you know my boss would disapprove if he ever found out I went to one of those places with you."

"Yeah, I know. Which makes you a prude by association, Eddie."

Eddie laughed. "So what are you doing for lunch, Richard?"

"Seriously, it's so slow around this office I was planning on waiting until 2:00 and then heading over to the club. I'd probably show back up again on Friday, maybe," Richard laughed.




Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 02



Eddie looked at the clock, deliberately keeping his eyes off the screens in front of him. It was 11:05.

"I'll be there about noon, maybe a little after," Eddie told him. "I'm bringing a surprise for you."

"Seriously?" Richard was interested. "What kind of surprise?"

"Seriously." Richard insisted. "And it's a surprise surprise! See you in about an hour?"

"I'll be here."

"See you then."

The last lines spoken as an obvious goodbye, Eddie clicked off and looked at the screen. Joan was standing, picking up the plate with the knife on it, the glass, the baggies of melting ice, and looked around for anything else. She took these into the kitchen and placed the plate and baggies in the sink.

Then she took the glass to the refrigerator and poured her glass full, the drained it quickly. She looked at the box again, apparently debating more when the timer dinged.

Joan quickly placed the glass in the sink and hurried to the bedroom door. She spent a few moments trying different poses and finally settled for keeping her hands at her side and her eyes down.

Eddie was sorely tempted to run the tape back, but it was already later than he wanted it to be. But he made a mental promise to replay it before any other tape later.

He placed the cell phone in his pocket, turned and opened the door and came down the stairs briskly. Taking a step into the kitchen he retrieved the timer.

Eddie then stepped over and past Joan and walked into the downstairs bedroom. He went to the other side of the prop filled bed and took some note cards out of the bedside table there.

"Come in here, Joan," he commanded.

As she walked in the door he motioned for her to stand at the middle of the bed across from him. Eddie knew that her choice of posture allowed her to see everything that was on display.

"You will have 20 minutes to get ready to go out," he said watching the places where her eyes seemed to stop for a moment. She seemed to flinch when she saw the three in thick leather flogger. Her eyes grew a bit wider when she saw a set of three anal plugs. Eddie knew the smallest was 2 inches across at the top, widening down it's 9 inch length to 2-½ inches at the base. The medium version was significantly wider and 2 inches longer. Then there was the large version.

"I want you to dress in your professional outfit," he continued. "And while you are getting ready I want you to study these note cards. He reached across and handed her the cards he had taken from the table drawer. "These will tell you what I expect from you in your behavior and demeanor."

Joan pulled her eyes away from the bed. There were at least 30 different items on the bed, and most of them looked incredibly painful. What she didn't see was anything that looked like an electrical box. Maybe that was upstairs.

She had been paying attention to his every word though, and held out her hand for the note cards.

"Stand right there," he instructed.

Eddie walked back around the bed and took the stylish black collar off of the door handle. He quickly took off the heavy leather collar and replaced it with the narrow one.

"When I set the timer you will 20 minutes to make yourself ready. There is tape in the bathroom so you can put the note cards on the mirror while you dress. Do NOT come out when the timer expires. I will come and get you."

"May I have my makeup kit," she asked?

"Of course," Eddie agreed, and stepped to the side motioning her to go and get it. He spent the next few moments surprised at the fact that her question had caught him by surprise.

When she returned he set the timer for 20 minutes and said, "Go."

Joan headed immediately into the bathroom and Eddie could hear the sound of tape being stripped off of the roll. He had 20 minutes.

He went immediately into the living room and retrieved her laptop. Taking the bag upstairs he rummaged through and found the power cord. Eddie had prepared a couple of peripherals knowing that her laptop didn't have either WIFI or a built in camcorder. 

But as the computer booted up soundlessly he saw a wireless icon appear in lower right hand corner with a message stating it was not in use. Clicking on the message itself allowed Eddie to turn on the built in wireless card and connect it to the hot spot he had created in the hotel suite a few days earlier.

'Good,' he thought to himself, 'this will make things easier.'

He went to the beside table of this bedroom and got a flash drive. It held a powerful encryption breaking program that he hoped would crack her passwords quickly.

Putting the flash drive into the available slot he clicked on Joan's internet access icon. It booted quickly and Eddie checked her favorite's section. Near the top were both the married and cheating site where he first talked to her, and the free e-mail website where they had traded numerous letters and IM's.

Clicking on her e-mail website he began to type in the address he had sent so many messages to.

As soon as he typed in the letter J two choices jumped up on the screen in front of him. One of them he recognized immediately. He clicked on it and the password filled in automatically. Not believing that she would be so naïve he clicked on the login rectangle.

As her homepage opened Eddie automatically looked for her mail. Scanning down the inbox he recognized his own e-mails to her, and saw that she had apparently been talking to several other men as well. 

No time to investigate now.

He logged out and checked her favorites again. Checking the married but cheating website that he first met her on he found that she had also left her password set up to log her in immediately. Trusting but stupid.

Wow. All Eddie needed to do now was to get her IP address. A few mouse clicks and key strokes and it was right on the screen.

How difficult would it be to leave the computer on and operate it remotely? He smiled at Joan's naiveté and reached for his cell phone.

Eddie had an app for that!

Checking the time he saw that his still had about 8 minutes left before the timer went off again. He moved quietly back down the stairs and gathered all Joan's clothes, her purse, cell phone and ID card.

He also went to the closet and retrieved a short coat he had bought at the thrift store. The once white rabbit fur was in a style that was way out of date and the discolorations showed it's lack of care. Eddie held it up to the short denim skirt and yellow tank top. It clashed perfectly.

He placed the floral dress and matching shoes in the bottom of her suitcase. The rabbit jacket, skirt, red heels and tank top went in next. The tank top didn't have any writing on it yet, but Eddie would fix that later with one of Joan's lipsticks.

Snapping his left hand in frustration at the rush Eddie looked over the outfits in the suitcase wondering what he was forgetting. 'Oh hell,' he almost laughed out loud. He went back to bedroom and retrieved the thick leather collar.

As he returned to the living room he heard the timer go "Ding."

Eddie turned towards the doorway to the bathroom. "Stand up, step to the doorway, and face into the bedroom," he called.

He heard the chair in the bathroom scrape the floor. Eddie went over to the camcorder and took it off the tripod. Taking it back into the bedroom he deliberately ignored Joan as she stood in the doorway. He hoped she was getting another good look a the toys on the bed. Going around the bed he went back to the side table and opened the drawer again. He quickly changed both the tape and the battery in the camcorder.

Still pointedly ignoring her he went back into the living room. He placed the camera and the camcorder into the bag that had held her laptop, along with an additional change of tape and battery. It would be a be good disguise for them. Then he went back to the table by the chair, picked up the folder labeled 'Husband' and placed that in the satchel as well.

Out of her eyesight he rearranged his pockets. Taking her cell phone he silenced the ring and set it for vibrate. That phone went into his front jacket pocket. Her ID went into his left pants pocket. His phone and two black markers went into his right jacket pocket. 

A prepared bag came out of the front closet, along with her long coat. He set the bag next to her luggage and laid the coat over the top. His own overcoat came out of the closet and was folded over the arm of the sofa.

He returned to the bedroom and looked at Joan and her outfit. He was silently amazed at her ability to dress for the role he wanted her to play. The grey pinstripe suit was ideal for her impersonation of a corporate manager. Even her makeup was toned down from what she had on earlier. She was still attractive but maybe just more... professional was the only word he could think of.

"You've read the notes I gave you. Do you think you can do as I have instructed," he asked?

"I believe I can, Sir. But may I ask you a question?"

Eddie thought for a moment and then said, "Go ahead."

"You want me to tell this man exactly what I want him to do. Wouldn't it be better if I just showed him what I wanted?"

Eddie recognized this behavior. She had quickly understood his idea but decided that she knew how to do it better. He also knew exactly how to deal with this kind of insubordination.

"What you need..." he began. Then he remembered that little scene he saw on the screen upstairs, when she couldn't have knows that she was being watched. This woman certainly had an imagination.

"Tell me what you have in mind," Eddie found himself saying.

Joan took two minutes to tell him exactly what she had in mind.

When she was done Eddie wondered whether or not she would be able to pull it off. Once again that brief scene played itself in his memory.

Eddie agreed with her plan. The additional preparations took a couple of minutes and got them out of the hotel room even later than he had planned, but he thought that maybe Richard was in for one of the most memorable encounters of his lifetime.

That didn't change the fact that Joan was deliberately disobeying by changing the plans that Eddie had gone to great length to work out.

'Her nipples will pay for that when we leave Richards' office,' he decided.

End of Part Two



Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 03



Eddie looked at his watch as they headed out the front door.

He was shaking his head. Of course it was taking longer to get going than he had planned!

Joan was 3 steps behind him, carrying almost all of the bags. Eddie carried only her laptop case which held the digital camera and the camcorder along with spare batteries and memory chips for both.

He led her through the slow drizzle of icy water to his compact cargo van. It was a newer model in red. A sign on the passenger side cargo door matched the driver side door with the words 'Mobile Security System'. Eddie wondered sometimes if anyone noticed the lack of phone number or web site on the sign. 

He wasn't going to be able to transport Joan in the back, not if he wanted to get to Richards' office only a little late. He didn't want to allow her to see the inside of the back of the van. Not yet.

"Put the bags down and get into the drivers seat," he ordered.

"Yes Sir," she said, quickly complying. She knew it was her actions that was making them late and she was wondering if Eddie was planning on punishing her in some way for that.

Eddie passed her the satchel with the camera and recorder. As he shut the passenger door he noticed that she was admiring the cab of the van. Eddie was proud of the vehicle. With the signs on the outside he was virtually invisible on the highway. The van looked like either the sales vehicle or the repair truck for a successful technology company.

He opened the sliding door behind Joan. A wall with a small sliding door near the top center was fronted up against the cab. Putting the bags into the cargo area he looked over the interior. Nicely carpeted, completely soundproofed and currently boasting a set of stocks in highly varnished oak.

Shutting the door he hurried to the driver side, climbed in and started the van. He only had to let it run for 30 seconds before turning on the heater and getting a steady stream of warm air. 

"Whew," Eddie exclaimed and turned to see Joan quickly warming her hands in the heat.

Eddie smiled in her direction. She wasn't going to find traveling in the back of the van later nearly as comfortable.

Without another word Eddie backed out of the parking space and drove directly out of the hotel parking lot through a series of side streets that led to the intersection of two nearby freeways.

"How ready are you for this?" Eddie asked, breaking the silence as they climbed up the entrance ramp that led to a cloverleaf series of entrances, exits, and merging lanes.

"I'm absolutely ready, Sir." Her voice was confidant as she watched to see where they were going.

Eddie turned on the radio and saw a quick glance of surprise on her face. She obviously didn't expect Eddie to be a fan of smooth jazz.

The music relaxed Eddie, who had been cursing himself for keeping the blindfold in the back of the vehicle. He had planned on transporting her from place to place in the back, blind and bound so she couldn't see where they were going.

As the music played he thought it through to the arrival. She was going to end up seeing where she was once they got out of the van anyway. It's not like he was going to be able to stop her from seeing the outsides of buildings they were going into.

Leaving the area of the hotel behind Eddie approached the next highway interchange only minutes later and changed freeways to go west.

Joan seemed to recognize the area, pushing her head back into the seat as they drove past exits leading to recently built upscale suburban neighborhoods. 

She relaxed a bit as Eddie took an exit that led to two large retail blocks that sat almost side by side. Continuing past the mini malls he turned left into an office park. Five 15 story buildings with surrounding parking lots existed with narrow strips of carefully cultivated grass and trees.

Eddie took them towards the second building of the group.

The surfaces of the highways, the streets, and even the long entrance way to the business park had been clear. But as Eddie parked as close to the building as he could he realized the parking lots had begun to ice over.

He told Joan to wait as he exited, then came around to her side to help her out. She took his arm naturally with her free hand, her laptop case hanging in her outside hand. Walking slowly across the lot they finally got to the salted sidewalk and entrance way.

Leading her inside they went to the bank of elevators, quickly found one going up, and were alone inside as Eddie punched in the fourth floor. Glancing at Joan in the elevator he was pleased to see that she looked exactly like a professional saleswoman making a business call.

The fourth floor held the office entrances for only three companies. Eddie led Joan to the closest door and held it open for her, allowing her into the reception area first.

The lady behind the reception desk was new to Eddie. "How may I help you," she asked?

"We're here to see Richard. If you could please tell him that Eddie is here," he replied, matching her professional tone. The clock over her desk read 12:11.

"He's expecting you," she said. "If you will go ahead to his office I'll let him know you are coming."

Eddie took off his long coat and hung it on a rack in the reception area. Then he helped Joan with her coat.

Eddie smiled his thanks to the receptionist and turned down the hallway to the right. Joan followed appropriately behind, the sound of the receptionist talking into her phone trailing them down the hall.

"Eddie!" he heard Richard greet him from behind his desk, happy to see him.

"Richard, how are you," he replied, closing the door behind the two of them. "Allow me to introduce you to Joan. Joan, this is Richard."

Richard stood as the introductions were made and waited as they crossed the lounge area in the oversized office. He offered his businessman's handshake to the lady first.

"Very nice to meet you Joan," He gave her his professional smile.

"Nice to meet you as well, Richard," she smiled back.

Two chairs sat across from Richard's desk and he gestured for them to sit as he relaxed into his chair.

"So Eddie, what can I do for the two of you?

"Actually Richard, it's Joan that would like to talk to you. I'm just here to let her get her foot in the door, so to speak."

Richard looked confused and leaned back in his chair to look at Joan.

"You know, if you weren't with Eddie I'd probably throw you out for not making a proper appointment." He frowned a bit, crossed his arms and added. "But go ahead and make your sales pitch."

"I'd like to ask a question first." Joan began. "How soundproof are your walls?"

"What do you mean?" asked a startled Richard, glancing from Joan to Eddie and back. "If I started screaming for help the receptionist would be able to hear me."

"Relax," smiled Joan. "I'm talking about me, not you Richard. I tend to be a screamer. You may have to gag me if I make too much noise."

Eddie watched with amusement as Richard struggled to keep up with the conversation. Joan stood up beside him and pushed her chair back out of the way.

"I do want something from you," she told Richard, unzipping the zipper on the right side of her skirt. "The only question is whether or not you want to give it to me." Undoing the button she let her skirt fall to her feet. As she stepped out of the skirt and moved to the side of Richards desk she kicked her shoes away as well.

Richard looked down towards her waist and realized what he thought was a severe business blouse was actually a man's dress shirt. She had disguised the collar with a blue and gray scarf. As Joan took off her jacket he saw a jiggle beneath the thick starched fabric that suggested she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I want to play a game, Richard." She spoke to him in low sultry tones as she reached up under the tails of the shirt and squatted quickly as she pulled off her white thong. Standing again she held the thong up to her left shoulder as she continued.

"And like most games, there are rules." She opened the top drawer of Richards desk and looked down into a mess of pens, pencils, a stapler, and a mixture of varying office products. Dropping the panties into the drawer she shut it again.

She leaned over and placed a finger over his lips and looked into his eyes. "One of the rules is that you aren't allowed to ask me any questions." 

"All you have to do is decide whether or not you want to play after I show you what the game is."

Joan turned around and stepped between Richards legs and faced his desk. Looking regally over her right shoulder she started lifting the shirt up. 

Richard watched her as she revealed wonderful thighs and the shirt kept going higher. Rising above an ass that he immediately rated as being in the top ten percent he began to see letters appear where her waist met her ass.

'Fuck My Ass' was written in black magic marker on the small of her back.

Joan was watching Richards eyes. As they openly comprehended what they were reading she began grinding her ass back and forth. Then she spread her legs and leaned over the top of Richards desk, staring straight ahead.

Richard had mentally caught up with what was happening and looked over at Eddie.

"Is she for real," Richard asked?

"Yes," said Eddie. "And she wasn't kidding about needing the gag either. I brought one along if you don't have one."

Richard looked at Eddie with some surprise. Then he looked down at Joan's ass and ran one hand appreciatively over her cheeks. He looked back up at Eddie.

"And I'm not supposed to ask her any questions. That's one of the rules?"

"There are rules that apply to her as well," Eddie improvised quickly. "As soon as she bent over your desk she gave up the right to say 'no'. Her safe word is no longer valid and she has to take whatever happens next. Isn't that right, Joan?"

Joan nodded her head yes, biting her lower lip.

"Are there any other rules or expectations I should know about," asked Richard, looking from Eddie to Joan.

Joan looked back around at Richard. "Eddie's job is to operate the video camera that is in my bag. He can leave your face out of the video if you would like."

Richards hand stopped caressing Joan's ass as he considered. 

"Let me think about this for a moment," he told Eddie.

Eddie stood up and reached into his jacket pocket. "Let me take care of something while you think about it."

Taking a black ball gag into his hands he held it in front of Joan's face. She obediently opened her mouth wide.

"Good girl," Eddie told her. Pulling the straps around the back of her head he fastened them together tightly. "Try to scream," he ordered her.

'Mmffffgggg', was the sound that came faintly from her mouth. The only other sound was the breathing through her nose.

Eddie turned back to his buddy. "I didn't want her influencing your decision," he said as he smiled.

"So I get to fuck her in the ass while you make a video of it, is that what this is all about? Have you got her ass nice and ready for me," asked Richard?

"Actually, no," admitted Eddie. "I haven't done anything to prepare her for this and I haven't allowed her to do anything either."

Richard looked at Eddie, contemplating. Running his hand slowly back to the center of Joan's ass he pressed his index finger up against her bud, and then pushed it in to the first knuckle. Hearing the slight gasp through Joan's gag he pinched his thumb up against the skin around his finger until he felt her body convulse and she gave a moan of pain.

Pulling his finger out he appeared to make up his mind. "Go ahead and get that camera out, Eddie, and throw me a pillow from that couch over there."

Eddie was watching Joan's face and she appeared to be both vindicated and excited by Richard's decision. He decided to get the pillow first.

It took a few moments for Eddie to get to the couch and retrieve the pillow. As he turned back towards the desk he saw Richard pulling Joan up by her shoulders. Untying the scarf from her neck and placing it on the desk Richard then started unbuttoning the shirt from the top down.

Eddie watched Richard open the shirt and caress Joan's breasts, slowly running his open hand up and down, the fingers massaging her nipples. Leaving the shirt on her he pulled his hands back and gestured to Eddie to bring over the pillow.

"The edges of this desk are kind of sharp," Richard said, taking the pillow from Eddie.

Placing the pillow in front of her hips and waist Richard used his body to push Joan forward and leaned her over the desk again, the shirt splaying out to her sides.

He took a half step back and ran his tongue across his teeth as he looked at her shirted torso laying across his desk while her naked ass and legs were presented to him.

Richard looked back at Eddie, "And she can't say no?"

Eddie shook his head.

"Joan?" Richard said, "Reach your hands back to me"

"Hold up a second," interrupted Eddie. "Let me get the camcorder going."

Going to Joan's bag he pulled out and turned on the camcorder. He also took his own cell phone out of his pocket and turned on it's camera function.

"I think I'm ready," Eddie said to the room in general.

Richard left Joan alone for a few moments, long enough to take off his tie and lay it next to her scarf on the desk.

"OK, Joan," he said. "Let's try this again. Give me your hands."

Eddie pointed the camcorder at the action on the desk and began to record.

As Joan reached her hands towards the front of the desk Richard took them and bent her arms so her wrists each reached towards the opposing elbow. Taking her scarf he tied it securely to her right wrist and secured the other end of the scarf to her left elbow. Using his own tie he finished the job with her left wrist attached to her right elbow.

Standing back to look at his work he glanced up at Eddie. "Did you happen to bring any lube," Richard asked?

"Sure," Eddie replied, setting the camera down gently on one of the chairs. Getting a small bottle from Joan's case he handed it to Richard.

"You're going to make it more comfortable for her?" Eddie wondered out loud.

"No," said Richard, taking the bottle and setting is aside, "I'm going to make it more comfortable for me."

After undoing a couple more buttons on his own shirt, Richard sat down and took off his shoes. Standing back up he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and let them drop to the ground so he could step out of them. 

Stopping to think for a second, he then opened the desk drawer Joan had opened and took out her panties. Using two fingers he checked her pussy and realized that she was damp from excitement. Wadding the panties into a tight ball Richard used the same two fingers to push her panties up into her pussy.

Eddie had retrieved the camcorder, stepped behind the desk, and was getting all of this on tape.

Eddie reached for the lubricant with one hand while he took his hardening cock out of his boxers with the other.

"Jeez, Rich," he commented, "I didn't realize that you redneck boys had long cocks like that."

Richard snorted. "Why do you think they call us pecker-woods you racist urban hick," he laughed.

Eddie laughed. But he was surprised that Richards cock looked to be about an inch longer than Eddie's own, although it wasn't as thick. Richard might cause Joan some pain, but he didn't look big enough to cause her any damage. 'This should be a good introduction for later,' he thought to himself.

Keeping the camera focused on Richards cock Eddie watched his friend use the lubricant to masturbate himself completely hard.

"OK, Richard. I'm confused," the young black man admitted. "Why put the lube only on your cock?"

"I told you I was going to make it comfortable for me," Richard reminded him. "I'll put just enough inside the opening of her ass to get my cock inside her. I think I'm hard enough to open her up the rest of the way."

Eddie looked up from the camera and saw Richard grinning hugely.

"Hold on just a second, would you," asked Eddie? "I want to get the camera on her face while you get inside her."

Richard nodded his assent as Eddie got back around the desk.

"Damn," Eddie cursed. "I forgot the damned tripod!"

Richard watched Eddie in amusement as he continued to stroke his cock. Joan's gagged face looked up at him in mild confusion.

Looking at his phone he quickly found the camera function and held it towards Richards currently available and not lubricated hand.

"Can you work this while you fuck her," he asked Richard?

"Yeah," Richard responded, snapping a quick shot of Eddie holding the camcorder.

Eddie flinched a bit at the sudden flash, then continued. "I'm going to keep the camera focused on her face. I want to catch all her reactions as you get inside her. I want you to take some pictures of your cock forcing its way into her ass."

Richard paused and looked at Eddie. "There's more going on here than you are telling me, isn't there?"

"You've called me a prude a couple of times too many, Richard," Eddie explained. "I thought I'd take the chance to prove you wrong."

Richard smiled. "I never really thought you were a prude, Eddie. And you've given me a hell of a gift here. Seriously, if there's any other way I can help you out with what you are trying to accomplish here..."

Taking the deep breath Eddie stepped back and bumped into the chair in front of the desk. Thinking for a moment, he pushed it back a few feet, following with it, and sat down, raised the viewing screen and focused on Joan's face. Her wide eyes stared directly back at the camcorder. "I'm going to relax right here and take the video. You just go ahead and give her what she wants."

"OK," Richard agreed. "Joan, you need to take a deep breath and relax as well," 

Over her back Eddie could see Richards lubricated hand reach down to Joan's ass and disappear from the view of the recorder. But based on the expression on her face either a thumb or a finger had just slid inside her.

Several seconds later Richards hand appeared again and wiped some of the excess lubricant on the inside of Joan's shirt as it lay flipped up over her back.

"There," said Richard. "That should be just enough lube inside you to get me started."

Eddie could see Richard stepping up behind the woman across the desk, and based on how her hips dropped Richard had just pushed her feet apart. Her eyes tightened close and Eddie heard her breathe through her nose and hold it in anticipation. 

Suddenly her eyes shot open and a gasp came out from behind the gag, followed by a muffled scream. Her shoulders tried to arch upward but a swift move from Richards left hand shoved her back down on the desk again. Putting his weight onto his left arm his hips pushed his cock forward.

"Oh god," Richard exclaimed. "I'm inside" 

Tears were starting in the corners of Joan's eyes.

"Let me get a better grip here," continued Richard. "Jesus, she's almost bending my cock in half!"

Keeping his left hand on her back he got a grip with his right hand for guidance and shoved his hips forward again.

Eddie heard an "Aaaaahhh" from Richard with an echoing muffled "ahhhhh" from Joan. The camera was catching her bared teeth biting into the hard rubber gag.

"Holy Christ," said Richard. "I'm only about halfway in. When was the last time this bitch had a cock in her ass anyway!"

"According to her e-mails it's been over three years," replied Eddie, carefully holding the camera steady. His own cock was rock hard from watching this display and his breathing was deep and a bit unsteady. Joan had closed her eyes again and her tensed body had to be keeping her ass wrapped tightly around Richards cock.

"Jesus," exclaimed Richard. "And you didn't want to get into it first?"

"I got an incredible blow job a couple of hours ago," explained Eddie. "And I'm planning on fucking that pussy after we leave here. I thought I would let you have the first crack at her ass."




Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 03



"First crack of her ass," laughed Richard. "You're a funny man Eddie." 

Getting another grip on the base of his cock Richard pushed himself into Joan a third time. "God! I'm afraid if I try to start stroking I'm going to explode in about two seconds."

Eddie was watching Joan's back arch again as she tried to pull her wrists free from her opposing elbows. But the knots were well tied and her efforts useless. Her face was darting from side to side.

Richard backed out a little and pushed forward again. Then repeated the stroke.

"Whoooo," Richard exhaled. "Ungggg."

Grunting openly Richard started using a regular stroke. "I've got about three quarters of my cock going now," he said. "Let me just get this....

"Unggggggg!" was the sound coming from Joan throat, her eyes rolling wildly as Eddie kept the recorder on her face.

Richard was stroking hard and pushing harder. Both of his hands were gripping the woman's hips and his face was pointed towards the ceiling, his eyes closed.

"Not yet..." he was grunting. "Oh god... Oh jeez...  Ahhhhhhhhh"

Suddenly Richard was standing still. His hand were still strong on Joan's hips but his face was down, his mouth slack and his eyes vacant.  A low groan was coming from his throat and it was apparent that his load was now deep in her ass.

On the screen Joan's eyes were open wide as well. Her teeth still gripped the gag in her mouth and sweat as well as tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her face was nearly as flushed as the man whose cock still penetrated her anally.

As Richard's eyes opened again he happened to look down at the desk.

"Oh yeah," he said, picking up the phone he had laid down earlier. Looking down he took a picture of his cock still firmly inside Joan's ass. The flash took Eddie out of his temporary reverie.

Looking up from the camera he saw Joan was now laying face down on the desk, breathing deeply. He watched as Richard took another picture of his cock sliding out of Joan's ass, and another of her ass mildly gaping when his penis was completely out.

"Got any cum dripping out yet," Eddie asked?

"Not yet," answered Richard. "But I came inside her pretty deep. It may be a little bit."

"That's okay," said Eddie. "I can get that shot later."

"Later?" Richard asked. He reached into Joan's pussy and pulled her panties back out. Dropping them on the floor behind him he asked, "You want to fuck her pussy now?"

"Not just yet," replied Eddie. "I have other plans for that. In fact, we need to get her untied and let her up so we can get going. We're kind of on a tight schedule."

"Oh really," said Richard. "I kind of thought we had a couple of hours or so here."

"Not today. You were right, I do have other plans for today and I'm already running a bit behind schedule. But I did want to make sure I got her in here for you. Just to salvage my reputation if nothing else!"

Richard laughed as he wiped his hands on the tails of Joan's shirt.. "Well I certainly owe you big time for this one, buddy. Does she have a change of clothes or should I clean off her skirt some for you?"

Eddie had turned off the camcorder and put it down. He walked over to the desk and began to untie Joan's wrists and elbows. "Don't worry about the skirt. She only has to wear it down to the parking lot. I'll have her change clothes there."

"Change of clothes.  Hmmmm...  Sounds like you've planned this out. Care to share?"

"Nope," smiled Eddie. "But I'll let you get a good look at the video sometime soon!"

Richard was pulling up his pants as he nodded and smiled. Fastening his belt he walked around to the front of the desk and pulled Joan up by gripping the hair on the back of her head. Looking down into her eyes he gave her a scary stare and told her, "Thanks for the game, Joan. I hope we get a chance to play again sometime soon. I've got some games I would love to play with a little slut like you."

Eddie saw the fear in Joan's expression and was amused. As Richard walked away from the desk he unstrapped the gag and gently pulled it out of her mouth. Taking deep breaths she worked her jaw slowly back and forth as she raised herself upright.  Eddie took her jaw in one hand and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Just keep your mouth shut until we get down to the parking lot," he whispered, "Or I will change my mind and we'll spend the rest of the day here. Do you understand?"

Joan nodded her head yes.

"Leave your panties on the floor, and put the rest of your clothes on," Eddie commanded, loud enough now for Richard to hear.

As Joan started to put her clothes back on Eddie turned back around to find Richard putting the finishing touches on his own outfit, still recovering from his intense orgasm. 

"Thanks again, Eddie," Richard said. He started to reach out to shake Eddie's hand, remembered that it was still covered with lube and pulled it back. 

Eddie laughed and put his fist out for a knuckle bump instead. They both turned and watched as Joan first put her skirt back on, tucking the shirt in deeply. Then she put on her jacket. Finally she slipped back into her heels.

"Get all of our things back together and wait at the door," Eddie told her.

As she did that Eddie turned back to Richard, listening as she got Eddie's phone, the camcorder, and her scarf and put them in her satchel.

"So does this change your plans for the afternoon, Richard," Eddie asked.

"Oh yeah. No need to go across the river today. Maybe I'll just go home and take a nap for the rest of the day. Or take one here on the couch."

"Well I'm off for rest of the week," Eddie informed him. "I'll try to give you a call tomorrow. Maybe you can help me edit some video."

"Yeah? We should do it at my house then. I've got good equipment there and I can call a couple of girls over to...  uh... help us out."

Both men laughed at the bald euphemism.

Seeing that Joan was waiting by the office door Eddie took a step away from Richard. "Turn around slowly, Joan,": he ordered. As she turned he made sure that except for her messed up hair her outfit still looked professional.

"Richard?" Eddie said over his shoulder, "I'll definitely call you tomorrow."

"Please do," was the reply.

Another fist bump between them and Eddie was escorting Joan out of the office and back up the hallway towards the reception area. Keeping himself between Joan and a full view of her by anyone watching he gave a quick goodbye to the receptionist and quickly escorted Joan to the elevator. Pressing the button Eddie was grateful that the elevator responded quickly and was empty of other passengers.



Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 04



1:15 PM

Eddie led Joan across the parking lot and back to the van. Reaching it through the drizzling sleet without falling he immediately opened the side door to the back of the mini cargo van. 

"Get in," he ordered her.

Joan reached for the front passenger door.

"No!" said Eddie. "Here." He gestured her to climb into the back.

Grabbing the lip of the doorway Joan pulled herself up and hunched over to get into the back of the van. Eddie followed behind her and quickly slid the door shut behind him.

The only available light was coming through the two back windows which had been heavily tinted. Despite the low light Joan had no trouble identifying the stocks bolted to the floor in the middle of the cargo section of the van. She also noticed that there were no back doors.

"Get undressed," ordered Eddie. "We don't have a lot of time."

Joan quickly took off her long coat, her jacket, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Eddie saw her shivering and realized that freezing to death was not part of the gig. 

"When you finish getting undressed just wait," Eddie told her. "I'm going to get the heater going. Be naked when I get back."

Eddie opened the side door just enough to climb out himself and shut it behind him. Walking quickly around the front of the van he separated the remote lock from the key chain. Clicking the door unlocked he opened the driver side and jumped in. Placing the key in the ignition he fired up the van and turned on the heater. He waited a few moments until the heat was blowing heavily from the vents, the flicked the switch that allowed heat into the vents of the cargo compartment.

Then he left the van running, climbed out and climbed back into the side cargo door. Shutting the door behind him he used the remote to lock all the van doors.

Sure enough Joan was almost naked in the back, shivering and rubbing her hands on her shoulders and legs to stay warm. The vents were pouring hot air into the back section though, and Eddie knew it would be warm enough in just 2 or 3 minutes.

Joan had folded her clothes neatly and left them in a pile next to the suitcase, and had been smart enough to leave her collar on. What she wasn't smart enough to do, Eddie noticed, was leave the clothes that were in the suitcase alone. Also folded neatly on the floor of the bay was the dress she was going to wear to the casino where Eddie was supposed to pimp her out like they had discussed in their e-mails. The fact that Eddie had no intention of going to the casino was something he hadn't shared with her yet. Despite that fact her assumption of what was going to happen next in this encounter today needed to be dealt with.

Eddie crawled over to the stocks and undid the latch to raise the bar.

"I want to you come around to the back, face the front of the van, and put your head and hands into these stocks," Eddie told her. "I'm going to use this position to fuck your pussy like I told Richard."

Joan immediately complied, crawling around the back of the stocks and placing her head and hands where he told her. The neck of the stocks was cushioned and not uncomfortable. The arm holes were large enough for her hands to slide through though. Eddie fixed that by placing locking shackles around each of her wrists. Besides being a thick metal band each shackle had a four pointed tips, each three inches long, that kept her hands from being able to slide back through the holes. When she was in place, naked, on her knees with head and arms secured Eddie flipped the latch that held the upper half of the stock in place.

Eddie reached to the front of the bay and pulled back a small black shaving kit. 

"Have you ever heard of the concept of 'topping from the bottom'. Eddie asked conversationally?

"Yes, Sir," Joan answered, sounding confused.

"So you know what it means for a submissive to try and control a scene, even though the dominant is supposed to be in charge?"

"Yes, Sir, but I haven't..."

"Shut up!" snarled Eddie. "Yes you have."

He waited a second to see if she was going to object again. She kept her mouth shut and her eyes down.

"What were my instructions when I sent you into the bathroom earlier," Eddie asked her.

"You told me to dress myself for the encounter appropriately, Sir."

"And what else?"

"You told me to read a set of cards that would tell me how to act, Sir."

"And did you do that?"

"I asked you to make some changes, Sir, but I still acted..."

"Stop! I want a yes or no answer. Did you do as I instructed you on the cards?"

Joan's mouth hung open as her brain struggled for a reply.

Eddie leaned his mouth close to her ear and whispered fiercely, "Did you do as I instructed you on the note cards?"

"No, Sir," she finally replied.

"So you disobeyed me."

"Yes, Sir."

"And what did I tell you was going to happen if you didn't do what I told you to do?"

"You said that I would be punished, Sir."

Eddie leaned back and sighed in frustration. "What kind of punishment?"

"You said that I would probably be punished in a manner that involved pain to my nipples, Sir."

"Finally we get there," Eddie said, shaking his head. "Do you know what else you did that requires punishment?"

"No, Sir. I don't," said Joan.

Eddie crawled to the front of the bay and held up the floral printed dress. "Look here," he ordered.

"I, I'm sorry..." Joan began.

"Don't tell me you're sorry," Eddie interrupted. "Tell me what you were thinking!"

"Sir, you said we were short on time," she said hurriedly. "I was trying to..."

"Stop!" he said again. "What did I tell you about anticipating me?"

"You said not to do it, Sir," she admitted, her eyes lowered again.

"Look up here, Joan," Eddie ordered. "I want you to see this."

Joan looked up to see Eddie holding her gold dress with floral print wadded up in his hand.

"You won't be wearing this dress today," he informed her. Holding up one finger he went on. "First, we really don't have the time even if I did have the inclination."

Holding up a second finger he continued, "Second. The idea of a black man pimping out a white woman in a casino is so cliche that I have no intention of getting crosswise with their security. I'd rather deal with real cops."

"And third," he added, holding up another finger. "I have no intention of rewarding your efforts to 'top from the bottom'. In fact, and I'm sure you've figured it out, I'm getting ready to punish you for that. You do understand, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," Joan softly admitted. "I understand."

Eddie reached over and opened the side door of the vehicle. Looking around quickly he didn't see anyone else in the parking lot. He did notice that the sleet was turning into snow and was starting to accumulate. Taking the wadded up dress he reached out and shoved it underneath the van. Then he shut the door.

"Okay," he said, sounding like he was talking to himself. "We have that out of the way."

Unbuttoning his shirt Eddie appeared to be involved in an internal debate. Stripping it off he showed Joan a muscular body that his clothing had only hinted at. But he appeared to be temporarily oblivious to her presence. Taking off his shoes and socks he appeared to come to a decision. As he removed his pants and boxer shorts his jaw was set as he prepared himself for what he had decided was ahead.

Reaching over to the severe looking black shaving kit he pulled it to him and opened it. Taking out a pair of clear vinyl gloves he put them on, concentrating on the gloves and never making eye contact with the restrained woman so near to him. 

Exploring the inside of the bag again Eddie removed a small jar. He heard Joan's gasp as she recognized the label.

He finally looked back at her for the first time since he started to get undressed.

"So you recognize this?" he asked.

Joan nodded her head, not trusting her voice to betray her any further than it already had.

"Have you ever used it before?"

"No," she croaked.

"But you know what it does?"

"Yes," she acknowledged, looking down again.

"I'll bet you do," Eddie said slowly. "Their commercials are pretty descriptive, although they make it's effects sound so soothing when they talk about putting it on sore muscles or aching joints. It's funny that they don't describe what it does to more sensitive areas, now isn't it?"

Eddie watched her as she opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of a response.

"You don't need to speak," he finally told her. "What you need to be doing is thinking. You need to be considering your position very carefully right now. You have one punishment coming in the next few minutes. How badly do you want to avoid another punishment after that?"

Setting the jar down Eddie opened the black bag again. He rummaged around and brought out an old piece of stuffed cloth shaped like an apple. The style was antique and the colors were faded with lots of glints of metal. Joan realized she was looking at an old-fashioned pin cushion.

"This belonged to my grandmother." Eddie's voice was nonchalant. "She used to push all the pins and needles in deep and twirl it around. I was always fascinated at the way it glittered as it spun."

He set the pin cushion down on the floor and picked up the jar again. Then he crawled back behind Joan. He reached between her legs and ran his thumb up and down her pussy lips. Sliding it inside her he could feel even through the glove that she was more than ready for his cock.

"Hmmm," he pondered. "All this talk about hurting your nipples seems to turn you on."

Her only answer was a long exhalation of breath.

Eddie's cock felt like a police nightstick it was so hard. He got on his knees behind her and slid himself deep inside her moist pussy. 

Joan's reaction was a sharp intake of breath, followed by fast shallow breathing as she felt her body wrap around his penis.

Eddie wasn't nearly ready to start pumping yet. He leaned over her back, putting his head over the top of the stocks so he could speak closely into her ear.

"You were ready for this weren't you," he whispered. "But what you seem to have forgotten about being a submissive is that what you want is secondary to what I want." From where Eddie was kneeling it was an easy reach to the jar. Leaning across the top of the stocks he was able to open it where she could see it, and use one finger on his right hand to get a smear of balm out.

"I want to make sure you understand something here, Joan," Eddie continued in a low voice. "This is a punishment. You are allowed to cry, or moan, or even scream if you wish. These types of vans are very well built and I have made sure that this one is soundproofed." 

With that comment Eddie used his left hand to reach under Joan and pull out her right nipple. He used his right hand to carefully trace a circle around her nipple, trying to stay outside of her aureole. Then he got another bit of balm and did the same with her left nipple.

"What I don't want to hear is you trying to beg, plead, make any promises," he continued. He could tell by the tensing of her body that a wave of cold was starting in the circle around her nipples that was covered in balm. "Or even try to use your safe word. None of that is going to work right now. In fact, something like that just might distract me. And if I get distracted who knows what might happen. Some of Richards cum might start to leak out of your ass and I might wipe it up with the wrong finger perhaps?"

Her gasp, and a greater tightening of her body, especially where her pussy was wrapped around his cock, told him that now the heat was taking the place of the cold on her breasts.

Richard reached down and got another, larger smear of balm on his finger. This time he did a quick swirl directly onto her left nipple first, followed by her right. 

Ah... ah... ah... nng," began Joan, and then she started a low keening moan of pain.

"Shhhh...." whispered Eddie, with obvious satisfaction in his voice. "You don't want to lose your concentration now."

He could see the woman gritting her teeth.

"Fight through the pain," Eddie told her. "We both need to concentrate now."

As she fought the pain, tensing and releasing every muscle in her body, Eddie began to stroke his cock inside her.

"Let's not make any mistakes now," he continued. "We still have a lot of hours to go before it's time for your nipple piercing. Since I want to make sure you are obedient between now and then..." Eddie stopped to take a deep breath as he felt her vaginal muscles get a hard grip then release.

"Since I want to make sure you are obedient," he repeated. "I'm going to tell you that for the rest of the day I am going to keep track of your infractions and give them a point rating from one to ten."

Eddie stopped stroking and reached down to the jar of balm again. This time he dipped three fingers into the translucent gel.

"I'm going to keep a running tally of the total points. At the end of the day I'm going to remove either a pin or a needle from that pincushion on the floor and I'm going to put it into one of your breasts."

Joan gasped as she realized the implications of this threat.

"Yes," whispered Eddie. "If you aren't careful you could rack up quite a tally."

Eddie put his hands in front of her face and made sure she watched as he rubbed the three coated fingers into the palm of his other hand. Then he rubbed the palms and fingers of his hands together, coating both of the gloves.

"And that wouldn't be a tally that your rack would like very much now would it?" Eddie laughed at his own choice of words.

Then he reached down and gripped Joan's breasts, using them as leverage to pull himself deeper into her pussy with his cock.

Now her entire breasts were coated with balm. Part of it already heating her aureole and nipples, and the rest of her breasts first going cold, then starting to match the burn.

They could both hear Eddies' balls slapping up against her as his cock plowed her pussy, his hands continuing to pull at her tits, trying to pull on her nipples.

Eddie could see the tears streaming from Joan's eyes, her lips wide, her teeth clenched. He let go of her breasts and gripped the top of the stocks. He could see his own hips from here, pulling back and pushing forward as his cock swelled. From here he could also see the round little bud that was her ass. Knowing what the rest of the afternoon held for her he realized this was probably his last chance to fuck that tight little hole.

That was when Eddie made his own mistake.

Pulling out of her pussy Eddie had assumed the hardness of his cock would make it easy to penetrate her already used ass. Realizing what he was trying to do Joan was cooperating by pushing back into him. But she was still to tight for that to work.

Without thinking it through Eddie reached back with his left hand, and using the index finger and thumb to wrap around the base of his cock he was able to push deeply into her ass with one plunge, hearing her gasp of pain as he did so.

The sudden burst of cold on his own balls made him realize where the palm of his hand had been resting. And the equal burst of cold at the base of his cock made him remember rubbing his fingers together. He really should have taken the gloves off first. 

Stroking quickly he tried to make himself cum as quickly as possible, wanting to finish and use an alcohol wipe on his balls as soon as he could.

And then the heat began to build.

Eddie couldn't believe the sensation he was feeling in his cock. He actually felt like he was getting harder!

"Oh God..." he began. He just couldn't stop now. Gripping the stocks again with both hands he pumped faster and faster as the heat grew, both inside and outside his cock.

With a sudden gasp and a final plunge Eddie shot his load into Joan's ass. He felt the second spurt, but was shocked when he shot for a third, and then a fourth and final time. After coming earlier he didn't think he had that much left.

For almost a minute the only sound in the truck was the short, fast breathing of both Eddie and Joan as they worked their way past their own individual pain.

1:50 PM

Eddie crawled to the front of the van and cleaned himself thoroughly with alcohol wipes. Then he went back and took the wrist restraints off of Joan so she could take her hands out through the holes in the stocks. 

"We're not taking your head out yet," he informed her. But he handed her some wipes to take the rest of the balm off of her breasts and nipples.

Rooting around in the pile of clothes and other assorted items on the floor in the front Eddie finally found his phone. Flashing through his contact list he punched in name and let the phone dial. 

Joan only got to hear one side of the conversation.

"Hey Dre," Eddie said into the phone. "I could really use your help and I'll be looking for Cory next. Where you at?"

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"Oh yeah? And Cory's there too? Got a big crowd there today?"

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"Really. I figured it would be packed ya know, with no place else to go today. I guess the weather had people staying home."

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"Yeah, that makes sense. Anyway, go get Cory and find a quiet place to talk. Then call me back."

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"Yeah, call me back."

Eddie reached back and flipped the latch on the stocks and raised the top bar, allowing Joan to free her head.

"Take some more towels and clean yourself off," he told her, handing her a box of alcohol wipes. "We'll see in a couple of minutes how this goes."

Eddie got his pants and socks on, then maneuvered around to put on his shirt and got it tucked in, his pants zipped, and his belt buckled. Then he slipped into his shoes.

Reaching for his cell phone it rang. He looked at the screen and smiled.

"Yo, Dre?"

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"Yeah."

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"You two have any plans going on right now?"

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"Cool. Can the two of you get down to the Old Grand in the next half hour?"

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"Yeah, the adult store."

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"I need you two to make sure that the second booth is clear."

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"Yeah, the glory hole booth. I've got a white bitch that you are not gonna believe!"

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"Yeah I'm for real."

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"Yes, I'm for... shut up and listen!"

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"I want her for an hour in the booth and then we go to the theater."

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"Yeah, I'm paying."

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"Yeah."

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"OK."

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"Yeah." Eddie was shaking his head and looking at his phone.

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"You two get first choice in the booth or in the theater. But I'm gonna need your help keeping the animals in line."

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"No, mainly you keep anyone from jumping the line."

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"Outside of making sure some motherfucker doesn't get carried away and stuffing his cock down her throat until she chokes to death you don't need to worry about what happens to her."

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"Yeah."

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"I've got some other things for you two to do but that can wait until we get there."

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"It can wait until we get... Just get over there and make sure the booth is clear."

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"Yeah, see you in about 30 minutes."

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"OK, bye."

Eddie clicked off his phone and looked at Joan. "You have about 30 minutes to get ready."

Rummaging again he came up with the black magic marker. "Kneel in front of me!"

Joan did as she was ordered and watched as Eddie wrote 'Cum Bucket' on her stomach and drew two arrows aimed toward her pussy.

"Get yourself ready. I'm going to drive us where we are going. If you aren't completely ready by the time we get there I'm going to count that as a tally mark for every 5 seconds it takes you to finish after I open this side door after we get there."

Eddie picked up Joan's clothing that she wore into Richard's office, his own jacket, and the remote.

"Do you understand what I'm expecting of you?" he asked her.

"Yes, Sir," she said. 




Twelve Hours with Joan Ch. 04



Eddie gestured to the suitcase. "You know what I expect you to wear. Leave your overcoat in the van and wear the white coat I brought for you."

She nodded her assent.

Eddie climbed out of the back of the van and walked around the van, opening the locks with the remote. Climbing into the drivers seat he threw Joan's clothes into the passenger seat. Opening the small panel that allowed him to use the rear view mirror to see into the back of the van he saw Joan moving quickly, apparently getting dressed.

He smiled to himself and put the van in gear. It was going to take about 30 minutes to get where they were going. Eddie looked at the clock on the dashboard. 'Shit' he thought. They were running later and later.

End of chapter 4