0 comments/ 23086 views/ 0 favorites Indecent Exposure By: PrincessKoriandr Disclaimer and Warning THIS IS A PARODY OF DC COMICS CHARACTERS!!! All the characters belong to DC Comics, a Time Warner Company. No Copyright infringement is intended. I just borrowed them so that I could appease my constant need for Fan Fiction and to please some adoring fans out there. I have not received one red cent from writing this story and if you sue, all you'll get is two bad ass little girls. The only payment I wish is praise, criticism and some ideals for other stories. This work is copyrighted to the author. If you wish to archive this story, please ask permission first. Nine times out of Ten, I'll say yes. Please do not remove without the author's permission or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. * * * * * * * * * * Titans Tower, New York, 9:00 AM He couldn't believe his eyes. He just couldn't. That couldn't possibly be a pair of silk thong panties hanging from the corner of the big screen TV!! Dick Grayson was standing in the center of the Titans Tower rec room with his mouth agape, wondering if the team was attacked in the night and no one knew of it. Everywhere he looked he saw chaos. Socks and scanty women's clothing covered every available space. Pictures hung on the walls at weird angles. Empty cans of beer were everywhere with most of them cluttered on the coffee table and around the sofa in front of the TV. Empty chocolate syrup bottles and whip cream containers were everywhere that the beer cans and clothes weren't, and to top it off, he was staring at a very obvious Roy Harper lying on the floor with two very beautiful and very well endowed nude blondes and a ambitious amount of used condoms all around the trio. Trying his damnedest to find a rational and logical explanation for Roy being passed out drunk and having a orgy with two blondes on Titans Tower rec room floor, when anyone could come in and discover him, was really asking a lot for the former Boy Wonder to come up with. So why not ask the source? Walking over to Roy and side steeping overturned furniture, the blondes, and puddles of some kind of sticky substances that he didn't even want to speculate about on the floor, he made it to Roy's side. Bending down so he was as close to Roy's ears as possible without waking him just yet. He wanted to make sure that Roy heard him loud and clear when he spoke. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to Roy's ear. "What in the Hell do you think your doing?" Dick yelled. Startled, Roy shot straight up from his reclining position on the floor and into a battle stance. Unfortunately, he was as nude as the day he was born and it took away from the stance's effectiveness to scare an intruder. But the look his long time friend was giving him succeeded in doing what Roy's pose did not. The blonde toys slept on. "Ah.... I can explain," Roy started. Walking right up to Roy and staring him right in the eyes, blue eyes pinning green, Dick said through clenched teeth, "Save your explanations, Roy! It's obvious what happened here, and nothing you say will make me think differently! You have 10 minutes to get your...'friends' –" he said pointing at the two women still laid out on the carpet fast asleep "— out of here, and not one second longer. And when you're finished, I want to see you in the conference room." With another level look at Roy to make sure he knew he meant business, he turned on his heel and stalked out the room. Behind him he could hear the sounds of two disgruntled women and one Roy Harper laying on the charm even as he was kicking them out the door. * * * * * "Great, just wonderful! All I would need is for Gar to come in and see Roy like that, or even worse, Raven!" Dick started ranting silently to himself. "What does he think he's doing? Titans Tower is a place of business, not a brothel! One day his dick will land him in a ton of trouble!" Dick was so busy cussing Roy out for all he was worth, he didn't see Wally as he walked around the corner and bumped right into him, falling to the floor. "Whoa, fearless leader! What's the rush?" Wally asked the man sitting on the floor. Extending his hand, Wally helped his long time teammate and best friend up off the floor. "Sorry Wally, I didn't see you. I've got a lot on my mind." Smiling at the speedster, he replied, "I guess you can say my morning's off to a really bad start." Watching him dust off the seat of his green Robin shorts and massaging his sore rear end, Wally asked, "Roy? What did Roy do this morning?" He looked at his watch; it was only 9:10 AM -- way too early for Roy to be getting into trouble. Roy usually didn't get up that early unless Lian awakened, or if there was Titans business to attend to. Lian was with Ollie and Dinah, and there were no meetings scheduled for today. For once the Titans had some down time. The fact that the Titan's resident bad boy had been up and already in trouble before 9:30 had Wally really curious as to what Roy could have done that pissed off Dick so royally. Looking at Dick, Wally waited for his question to be answered. "C'mon, walk with me to the conference room," Dick murmured. "We need some privacy." "Sure." He started walking with Dick down the corridor that led to the conference room. Neither man said anything on the way there. When they reached the room, Dick immediately sat in the seat at the head of the long T-shaped table. Wally sat in Kory's seat at Dick's right side and waited for him to speak. "Well?" Wally started. Leaning back in the reclining chair and taking a deep breath, he began. "I just came out of the rec room, and guess what I saw?" Going through his thoughts and thinking of all the situations that Roy could have gotten in that would piss the former Boy Wonder off, he had to pause. There were TONS of things that Roy could do that Dick wouldn't like. Thinking it would be safer just to have Dick answer the question, Wally played dumb. "Uh.... what did you see?" he asked hesitantly. "What I saw was Roy passed out in the middle of the rec room, either drunk or dead asleep. My money's on the former," Dick said in a quiet rage. "WHAT?" Wally exclaimed. Sure, being drunk wasn't something you needed to see at anytime, especially with Gar around, and in their line of business, it was a definite no-no. You could be putting someone's life in danger… but it wasn't THAT major. The Titans haven't had an incident of any kind in over a week, and as long as he was in the privacy of the Tower and not making a public spectacle of himself, there should be no problem... right? Unless there was more to it. Deciding to take a big chance, he asked warily, "What else are you leaving out?" "Oh? Did I forget to mention the two stacked, nude blondes, the beer cans all over the room, the panties on the TV and the empty containers of chocolate syrup and whip cream?" Dick asked sarcastically. "WHAT? You have got to be kidding!! What if Gar or even Raven had..." Holding up his gloved hand, Dick stopped Wally from finishing. "I know, it's what got me angry to begin with. That, and the fact that any one of the superpowers-that-be could have came in and found Roy in that condition. What if Superman, Batman, or the Martian Manhunter had come and seen that? It's bad enough they still think of us as children, and Roy wouldn't have helped that assumption," he said. Before he could say anything else on the subject, Roy ducked his head into the room, making his presence known. "You wanted to see me?" "Yeah, you could say that," Dick replied. Understatement of the year, Roy my boy. Deciding to get it over as soon as possible, he gave Wally a pointed look, silently asking him to leave the room. Catching the look Dick was sending him, Wally jumped up out of Kory's seat and started toward the door. On his way out, he patted Roy on his shoulder and shook his head at him. "You just CAN'T stay out of trouble, can you?" Grinning at the discomforted look Roy was giving him, Wally decided to stop teasing him. Knowing Roy, they'll be other chances for him to tease and taunt the archer. Laughing, Wally left the two men alone. Looking at Roy standing in the doorway, Dick motioned for him to take a seat. "Come in, we have a lot to talk about," Dick intoned quietly, a silent anger building in his eyes. "Yeah, I suppose we do," Roy said. Damn! He thought, while walking toward the large T-shaped table. If the look on Dick's face is any indication, then my ass in for a serious kicking. That man is all business. He was still a little hazy, and his stomach was doing the rumba, but now was not the time to mention being sick. He'd really done it this time. Taking a seat in the spot that Wally just vacated, Roy sat and waited of the axe to fall. Drawing his hands together in front of his face and leaning on his elbows on the table, Dick asked in a quiet voice, "Roy, would you mind explaining what happened, and why it happened on the Titans Tower rec room floor?" Oh, boy! He IS pissed! Roy thought. Now what? Guess I better tell him the truth. Dickey-boy looks half out of humor as it is, and the ole Harper charm will NOT work on him. Better off not trying. Leaning back in Kory's chair and rubbing his aching head, he started speaking. "Amigo, all I can tell you is what I remember... and that's not very much," he said, grinning sheepishly at Dick waiting for a similar response. Dick started glaring at him. OK, so much for trying to get him to see the humor in this. Just tell it, Harper, and you might keep your skin intact. Roy began again. "I left here after our Friday night financial meeting and went to that new club in Greenwich Village, The Rave. From the moment I stepped through the door, the ladies were all over me! And of course, it would be less then gentlemanly to neglect even one of the beauties clamoring for my attention," he bragged. "Roy..." Dick intoned. He was getting impatient with Roy's bragging. Holding his hands before him in a defensive manner, he stated, "OK, OK! I'll be good!" Shaking his red head, he thought, Yeesh! Some folks have no sense of humor. "OK, so there I was in the club, ladies all around and loving me when I see two of the most beautiful blondes on the planet, and they were looking at me like a piece of meat. Not that I minded, of course, but there was something about them that seem so... mercenary. Yeah, that's a good word. Those two were on a seek and destroy mission... and they wanted me to be their first casualty." Leaning back in his chair with his hands crossed behind his head, Roy kicked his legs up on the table, getting conformable. Watching Dick give a pointed look at his feet, Roy ignored it and continued his story. "Not being one to pass up a challenge, I moseyed on over and introduced myself. They introduced themselves as Honey and Blondé." Roy watched Dick's left eyebrow rise almost to his hairline, a look of disbelief crossing his handsome features. "Honey and ...Blonde? Are you making that up Roy?" Dick asked. "It's BLONDÈ, with an accent on the "e", not BLONDE, and no, I swear to God I'm not!" Roy said making an X over his heart and raising his right hand. "That's what I thought at first, too. Until I started teasing them about lying about their names. That's when they whipped out their drivers licenses and on it, printed clear as day, one Honey Wilson and one Blondé Prescott. You can just imagine what I thought about their names." "I don't need to imagine. I know. 'Easy lay' pops instantly to mind," Dick said with disgust coloring his voice. "Hey Robbie, just because Batman has you so totally sexually repressed doesn't mean I should be, too. I'm a healthy male with a healthy male appetite, and I'm still young enough to try to get it where I can and from whoever I can. As long as I'm careful and protect myself and the person..." Seeing the look Dick was sending him with that last statement, Roy corrected himself. "Or persons I'm with, then I got my bases covered," he ended. "What about promiscuity?" He asked. "What about it?" Roy shot right back. "I'm single. I can date who I want, see who I want, and sleep with who I want! Besides.... believe it or not, I don't sleep with all that many women!" Roy all but shouted. "For the most part it's window dressing. A role I play to keep all the serious minded women at bay. A real relationship is a complication I don't need right now," he said. Certainty marked his every feature. "Besides, when did this turn into a sexual and moral discussion?" he asked, a frown marring his expression. "When I walked into the Sexual Olympics," Dick said, watching Roy cringing in his seat. Crossing his hands in front of the deep red of his vest, he said, "I'm still waiting for you to tell me how you went from the club to Titans Tower." This guy reminds me of a pet bulldog I once had. He didn't let go either, not once he got his teeth in something, and Dick got a firm hold on my ass! Roy thought. Picking up the story from where he left off, before it got totally off subject, Roy continued. "I offered to buy them a drink, and struck up a little small talk with them. Honey was Playboy's Playmate of the Year for 1981 and 1982. Blondé is an aspiring Actress. She wants to get her big break in the world of..." Clearing his throat and making a discreet movement with his hand, he finished, "…movie erotica." "A porn star," Dick clarified. "No, not a porn star. She does erotica! There IS a difference, you know," Roy said in a long-suffering voice. Raising his eyebrow again and pinning Roy with his "you have got to be kidding!" look, Dick said, "Not much of a difference." Sighing, he said, "Yes it IS! Erotica is implied. Porn is explicit. Very explicit," Roy said, daring Dick to argue. "So, you're saying that these women you met in the club last night, the same women who followed you here and had a orgy with you and for all you and I know, each other, is not capable of making a porn tape?" He said, directing his question at the man sitting in Kory's chair. Silence greeted him. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Dick said, smirking. Giving Dick his best-aggravated look, he continued. "Anyway... one second we were talking about their jobs, the next, I was in my car on the freeway doing 85 mph to get to the grocery store as fast as I could before they changed their minds." "Change their minds about what?" Dick asked. "Showing me what they could do to me with chocolate syrup, whip cream, and a cat-o-nine-tails," he said, deep in thought remembering the events of the previous night. Caught off guard by what the archer just said, Dick was blinking rapidly and wondering if he lost his mind, surely Roy hadn't said... "Cat-o-nine-tails? Isn't that a whip?" he asked Roy, who was staring at the ceiling and had the most blissful expression on His face. "Yeah.... It's a whip. And boy, did those ladies know how to use it. I returned the favor of course," he said, grinning at a shocked Dick Grayson. "What do you mean by you returned the favor? Don't tell me you beat the women with the whip!" Dick said, the anger returning in his voice. "No, I didn't 'beat' the women with the whip! I 'spanked' them. What do you think I am?" Roy said, giving Dick a grieved look. "Sorry, wrong wording," he apologized. "No worries," Roy told Dick. Deciding to pick the story back up, Roy began again. "Three bottles of syrup, two containers of whip cream and a case of Budweiser, and we had a instant party! After we left the grocery store, I remembered that I didn't have any condoms on me, so I had to run in the 24-hour drug store to get some." "At least you're not taking chances," Dick said. "I think I'm through taking those kind of chances," he replied dryly, thinking about his 6-month-old daughter Lian. "Anyway, I'm on my way to the ladies' apartment, and that's when they tell me they have a thing for superheroes. That the Titans have some of the sexiest superheroes in the business, and that they often do role playing when they have a willing male," he said, watching Dick's mouth drop open. "Yeah," Roy chuckled. "That's how I looked. So here I was, literally the stuff these women dreamed of, in the flesh, and I couldn't tell them anything," he said in disgust. "When we got to the apartment, the ladies excused themselves to go change and I made myself more conformable on the couch. I had reached for a beer and was just raising it to my mouth when they came in." He shook his head. "You will never guess what I saw," he said, as if he was still having trouble believing it. "What?" Dick asked impatiently. "I saw Wonder Girl and Starfire," he said slowly. "What, do you mean you saw Donna and Kory?" Dick said, rubbing his temples because a dull, throbbing pain had settled in. He was wondering what more could Roy throw at him this morning. He didn't have long to wait. "Exactly what I said. Honey had changed into Wonder Girl's red jumpsuit, complete with black wig, boots, and a lasso on her hip. Blondé had changed into your girlfriend's lavender metal bikini. Tall auburn wig, green pupilless contacts, and a golden-colored body paint that she was covered in. I had to do a double take -- that's how convincing she was." "My God!" Dick murmured under his breath. Shooting him a look across the table. "What's the problem bro? You shouldn't be surprised, you know. Donna, Kory, and Raven are exceptionally beautiful women. It's not so amazing that women would want to emulate them. You should be flattered," Roy said, winking at Dick. "Think of all the time, effort, research, and money that went into Blondé costume. It paid off, too; it was accurate as hell. From what I saw of it, she got all the details right. From the emblem on the waistline of the bikini to the ridges on her boots. Cool, huh?" Roy asked. "My God!" Taking pity on an obviously stunned Robin, Roy went on with the rest of the story. Seeing as how they spent so much time and effort on the costumes, I thought they would enjoy seeing how the other half lived." "You planned to introduce them to..." Dick started. Cutting Dick's statement short, Roy said. "No, not introduce. I just wanted to show them around, a tour of some of the non-restricted areas." "Roy... all areas in Titans Tower are restricted to the public and you know that!" Dick said. "OK, some of the LESS restricted areas. You know, like the kitchen, swimming pool, and the rec room. Places like those," Roy clarified. "OK, So you brought them to the Tower. What I want to know is how you explained Roy Harper having access to the Tower and having a key card that allowed him to enter at will?" Dick asked. "Easy, boss man. I said that I worked for S.T.A.R. Labs, and that we was doing some work for the Tower, and that I had low clearance key card that would allow me to enter some low security areas. And that if they were interested, I could take them and we could party over there. I knew it was pretty safe. Gar was at home with Dayton, Vic was at his apartment, Donna and Kory were at the penthouse, Wally was in Blue Valley and you were either on patrol, with Kory, or in your own apartment. That left only Raven, and she's too tactful to interrupt. See? No real complications -- well, not unless some super-baddie wanted to wreck the evening for me, but that didn't happen," he said. "Sure of yourself, weren't you?" Dick asked. "Not really," Roy said, shrugging. "Odds were just really good. That's all." Sighing and rubbing his temples harder, wishing Kory was there to massage them, Dick asked, "I take it the women were game to come back here?" "Yeah, they were game. I waited while they changed out of their costumes. When they were ready to leave, I gathered up the stuff we got from the store, and hit it. Twenty minuets later I was showing them around the place, 15 minutes after that we was sipping on some cold ones and watching TV, 10 minutes later, I was trying my best to get knee deep in both of them as fast as it could. Five minutes after that, I was IN!" Roy said, using his arms, simulating someone getting "shafted." "The next thing I remember is you standing over me looking like the Second Coming." Indecent Exposure "Which brings me to the point of this whole meeting. What if Raven had walked in on you? What if Gar, or God forbid, Kory or Donna?" Dick said, watching Roy try to become smaller with every name that left his lips. "And if that's not enough to make you cringe, what if Superman, Batman or Martian Manhunter had popped up? What if Ollie had?" He asked. Dropping his head on the table, Roy groaned. "I know, this whole thing was pretty stupid, especially considering how I was found," he said. Dick continued to chastise him. "Roy, your behavior last night was unacceptable, and what's worse, it was irresponsible and just plain careless. By bring those women in here, you put everyone who has a secret identity to protect, including your own, at risk for exposure," Dick said. Making sure his words were sinking into Roy's thick skull, he continued. "You can't bring strange women in here and have intercourse with them; there's just too much at stake in behind such behavior. Vic's dad built the Tower to be a place of business, not a bordello!" Dick said, the anger Roy mistakenly thought was gone, apparent in his raised voice. "I'm sorry, I know it was wrong. I won't happen again," Roy apologized. "I know it won't, because until you can demonstrate some sound judgment, you can't bring anyone here outside of Lian, the babysitter, and any of the JLA. Anything else you will have to do as Roy Harper, and on your own time, and in your own PLACE!" He ended. "But..." Roy protested. "No buts, Roy. That's the final say. You're lucky I'm still letting you STAY here. Take it or leave it," he said, waiting for Roy's decision. Rubbing his hand through his red hair, he looked at Dick and said, "I guess it's 'take it', because free rent is too good to turn down," Roy said, grinning at his friend. Grinning back, Dick said, "You..." he paused for emphasis, "…are nuts!" He finished, throwing a piece of balled up paper at the archer. "Yep! And plenty proud of it, too," he said, ducking the paper missile. Standing from the table, Dick headed for the door. Giving Roy a pointed look, he asked, "Do you want to go and get something to eat? I think it's Vic's time to cook, and I could really go for an omelet..." Dick's voiced trail off as he watched Roy cover his mouth And turn three shades of green. "What's wrong with you?" The mere thought of food was making Roy's stomach react in a major way, and Dick wasn't helping, talking on and on about food. He wondered if he had enough time to make a dignified exit before his stomach turned on him. "Or we can start with that raw egg mixture you drink every morning," Dick continued speaking. Not a chance! He thought, making a mad dash from the conference room. Outside the door, Dick heard Vic's indignant, "Hey! Watch where yer going, Harper!" The next thing he heard after that was the men's bathroom door slamming hard, and the gagging sounds that came from behind it. Good! Dick thought to himself. Bet he wont TOUCH a drink for a long time after this little episode. Dick was laughing so hard at Roy's predicament that he didn't hear Vic come in until he spoke. "Where's Harper trying to get to in a hurry?" Asked Victor Stone. Turning around and seeing his friend standing by the doorway, Dick said, "Trying to get to the bathroom quick, fast, and in a hurry, actually," Dick said, laughter still apparent in his voice. Cocking his head, the ruby red of his quartz right eye glittering in the light, Vic asked, "And what's so funny about him rushing off to the little archer's room?" "He's hung over," Dick said smiling. "And?" Vic prompted. "And....I offered to feed him raw eggs for breakfast," he replied. "You should have seen him. He turned as green as Gar and took off for the bathroom," he said, looking at his watch. "Where I expect him to be for a while. So...since Roy can't make it to breakfast, how about you taking me down to Ma Fisher's and buying me the big omelet platter?" He asked. "Why not? I think ya deserve a treat for torturing Harper, so let's go," Vic said, turning and heading for the door. On their way out the door, they both shouted out their good-byes to Roy, who was still praising the porcelain god. Not that he heard over the sound of his own puking; all Roy heard was the two men laughing at him, but he was too sick to care. * * * * * * * * * * © 2001 by Kenya – Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran All characters © DC Comics, a Time Warner Company. Indecent Exposure It's funny how fear of the unknown can seem to be such an insurmountable obstacle. Afterwards, you laugh, and wonder what you were so afraid of, but this was still before, and my stomach was alive with butterflies. Like everything I ever ate in my entire life was rolling around, considering making a reappearance. I could pretend that I was only doing this for Wolf, but deep down, I had a lot of curiosity, and more than a little desire. I was going through with it, even if it killed me. We'd read all about the Mine Shaft, a BDSM club, and had been making our plans for ages, but somehow that didn't make me less nervous. Eating dinner, Wolf talked casually, and I listened with one ear, hoping for distraction, but pushed my plate away after only a couple of bites. We were headed to the club right after we ate, and throwing up in front of a bunch of strangers was just one more fear to add to the list. I don't remember one word of our conversation except for his assurances that I was his, and he would take care of me. I had spent two days agonizing over what to wear, but Wolf just laughed at me. He told me that I was going to take it off as soon as we got there anyway, and that unnerved me even more. It felt like a psychological advantage to look good when I got there; as if starting the evening out in a nice sexy outfit would make me less vulnerable afterwards. I had spent entirely too much time surfing the internet looking at perfect bodies, knowing that mine couldn't measure up. Fuck-me heels seemed like the next best thing, with black lace lingerie thrown in under my skirt and blouse for good measure. I was as ready as I would ever be when we pulled up to the club. It was rather innocuous on the outside, and it felt kind of silly to be afraid of an establishment headquartered in an industrial office complex. Once inside, though, the butterflies returned, at least until I was able to surreptitiously examine the other guests. Just as Wolf had assured me, there were no perfect bodies, just ordinary people like us, hoping for an extraordinary night. The front rooms looked like any small retail office, or that of a chiropractor, though the display of wares for sale would make the average housewife blush, including whips, chains, ropes, and various BDSM implements. There was also a changing room and small sitting room. Well lit, clean and white, they would prove to be a complete contrast to the playroom, and were probably designed that way intentionally, to ease the fears of people just like me. After filling out paperwork, we were given a tour by a young woman with easily the most nearly perfect body there. I couldn't help but stare at her mocha colored breasts, as they strained to escape the beautiful corset she wore. It was a lovely distraction, and I spent as much time looking at her body as listening to the information she gave us sotto voce as we walked around the dimly lit, cavernous interior. She explained each station, and there were many, including a big area with lots of comfy couches, for talking, aftercare, and watching scenes being played out. The playroom itself was a large warehouse space, unfinished concrete, with 20' ceilings, and the center of it was dominated by a winch, for serious shibari suspension. A heavy set young woman was swinging naked on the rope harness, and it was terribly hard for me to peel my eyes away, but the tour moved on, passing a spanking bench, an entire rack of various tools of discipline, and an area off to one side with a large table, that looked like a kitchenette. The beautiful young woman explained that this was for wax play, and I saw a gleam in Wolf's eye, as this was something we'd been dying to try. All too soon, though, the tour was over, and I began to feel anxious again, but Wolf took my hand, looked in my eyes, and said, simply, "Are you ready for me to tie you up?" The combination of his words and the eye contact were the psychological equivalent of flipping a switch. Our surroundings and my nervousness melted away, and I smiled and took his hand. There are no secrets between us, and we talk about everything. There is no greater joy for me than submitting to him, and he can make me weak in the knees with his tone of voice. It isn't blind faith, though, but rather trust built from experience. He knows me frighteningly well, and constantly strives to know me better. Once we begin a scene, there are no choices for me, but he takes great pains to know what I need and want beforehand. And if something doesn't work, we discuss that, too, and fix it. He understands me better than anyone. I need his control, and my gift to him is my surrender. Without another word, Wolf led me to the shibari station; a large oriental carpet under an ornate pergola frame in one corner of the room. It looked like an over-sized Japanese arbor, 8 feet high, and about the same dimensions square. He quietly but firmly instructed me to take off my blouse and skirt, allowing me to retain my panties and bra. I smiled, wordlessly thanking him for allowing me that security. He sat on the rug, opened his bag, set out the rope, and positioned me in front of him. Ritual and familiarity quickly took over, and the room and the few people watching quickly faded from my consciousness as I watched him with fascination. When he ties me, the knots he lays upon my body are his only focus, and I wait eagerly, willing him to be done so that I become a woman again, and not just the canvas he is painting. It is the most delicious sort of foreplay, forcing me to be patient, as I grow more and more desperate for his caress. He always turns me this way and that, adjusting, tightening, but this night, every time he spun me, I was reminded that we were not alone. We had deliberately picked a slow night at the Mine Shaft, since it was our first public play, but there were still people watching. Pinpricks of fear began to return, and I willed myself to concentrate on his hands moving confidently across my skin, and not what people would think. He finally got the black woven poly rope knotted exactly as he liked, and began to tighten, the ropes biting into my flesh, making my breath catch, and limbs tremble. When I was snugly bound, secure in his net, he stopped and took me by the chin. "Pet, may I take off your bra?" His fingers were soft against my flesh, but his grip was pure steel, and I was forced to meet his gaze. In his eyes I found the reassurance I needed, and I nodded slowly. He pulled it off between the ropes, and my breasts were free within the rope harness. Now the only shield between my naked body and the eyes of strangers were my skimpy panties, and Wolf's rope. I held his gaze as if I were a drowning woman, and he my life raft. He pulled me over to a corner of the metal framework, and began to tie another piece of rope to my wrists, one at a time. Easily, he threw one end of the rope over the top bar, and began to pull, raising my wrists over my head. Calmly, deliberately, he hoisted, until the increasing pressure pulled me up on my tiptoes. He stopped then, pulling me close, and looking deep into my eyes once again. "Pet, do you want to be blindfolded? Yes, or no?" We had discussed this before, and the possibility that it might narrow my focus, but now, there was an even more important reason. I was rapidly approaching panic mode, but as usual, he had sensed my mood, and realized that I needed to be isolated. My focus needed to be turned inward, so that the only thing I would really be conscious of was Wolf, and his control of my body. Helplessly, I nodded my head, unable to form the words, grateful that there was no need. Always prepared, he immediately produced a bandana and fastened it tightly around my eyes. At first the added vulnerability just scared me, and the sixty seconds or so that I waited for Wolf's next move seemed like an eternity. His big rough hands finally began to lightly stroke my body, and I whimpered softly, but was shocked when I heard the unmistakable "snick" of his knife opening, and felt my panties being cut away, and pulled from beneath the ropes. Helplessness is undeniably sexy for me, but now all my defenses had been systematically removed. Wrists pulled high above my head, naked save for the rope, I felt my thighs being pulled apart, and the rope's insistent bite intensified. The next shock of cold steel between my legs was not his knife, and I knew immediately what my fate would be. We had brought the "J" hook with us in Wolf's toy bag, but I never really thought he'd use it. Silly me. He had already lubed the ball, and with little ceremony began to ease it between my lips, stroking my hair as he did. As much as my civilized mind was shocked and embarrassed, that part of me was being slowly subdued, and I lifted my pelvis to receive it. The hook is intended to be inserted anally, but Wolf's imagination is devilish, and he had quickly realized a better use for it. We had both been disappointed at how little it did for me when used in my ass. After the initial insertion, I felt very little. In my pussy, however, it almost immediately set off intense multiple orgasms, and tonight was no exception. We could have been in Grand Central Station and it wouldn't have mattered. My animal nature was in full control now, and sensation was all that existed. No sooner had I started cumming, though, than I realized he was tying more rope over my head, and that it was attached to the other end of the hook, which was flat against my belly. He pulled it taut as well, and now I was dancing a desperate ballet on my toes, trying to balance the pressure on my wrists, pussy, and ankles with the thunderous orgasms rocking my body. Just when my safe word began to bubble up in my brain, I felt the first bite of the switch. Wolf had cut several of them especially for me, with various lengths and thicknesses. This one must have been one of the thinner ones, because surprisingly their sting is sharper than the thick ones, if perhaps less intense. I cried out in surprise and pain, but the strength of the orgasms increased exponentially, and I was lost in a beautiful dark fog of pleasure. Twenty lashes later, perhaps thirty, certainly no more than forty, he stopped, and kissed my shoulders, running his fingers gently across the stripes that he had painted on my flesh. "You're mine, Pet, and you're breathtaking." His voice was low and soothing in my ear, and I began to float back to earth, expecting him to release my bonds. Instead I felt his feet begin to force my ankles apart, and his fingers spread my cheeks, spreading cool lubricant between them. Horrified at his intent, I began to beg. "No, Daddy, please no?" "Pet, we talked about this before we came, and you understood that you are mine, and that you may not refuse me. Do you remember?" Tearfully, I nodded. He was right. He knew my hard limits, and delighted in pushing against the soft ones. His fingers began to probe my asshole, stretching, pushing, making me even more aware of the steel hook inside my pussy, separated from his finger by such a thin membrane. I was his to use as he pleased, but also to love and protect, and he took his time with me, applying lubricant generously, and making sure that I was more than ready for him. Finally it was me who whispered "take me, please..." 'Not good enough, baby girl. Tell me what you want. What you need. And say it loud enough for everyone to hear." Even the reminder that we weren't alone couldn't penetrate my lust, and I spoke the words loudly and clearly. "Fuck my ass. Please Sir?" My plea was all he was waiting for, and he pushed his way inside me, taking me, filling me as I had never been filled before. I would have been willing to bet everything that I had that I wouldn't be able to climax again, but the orgasm I felt building now was the granddaddy of them all, and I began to plead for permission, even though I had broken the rules already. One hand around my waist, the other gripping my hair, he began to pump in and out of me, and granted me the permission I had failed to request earlier. "Cum for me, Pet. Cum now." Everyone was watching. Or no one was watching. It really didn't matter anymore. There was only Wolf, his mastery of my body, and my complete and joyful submission to his will. I screamed his name out loud, and my entire body shuddered as he buried himself deep inside me, biting my neck, layering my orgasm with his. He held me tightly, one hand holding the iron framework, supporting me even when his legs were shaky as well. I guess at some point he released my bonds, but those details are hazy. My next concrete memory was being held in his arms, his hand stroking my hair. He pulled off the blindfold, and my soft landing ended with a jolt. Now I had no choice but to face the very thing I had been so afraid of; the stares of all the people who were standing close by, watching. I raised my eyes slowly, afraid to breathe, desperate to be anywhere else now that my passion was spent. I braced myself for embarrassment, determined to meet their critical gaze, but now the truth was unavoidable, and I realized something I should have known all along. I was beautiful, because I was his, and I was clothed, wearing the rope that he had painstakingly tied. I was his creation, and all I saw on their faces was awe.