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A Beginning

By: A Happy Wife



I was SO excited...it was your first visit in almost 2 months, and I was in the constant state of arousal that you always seem to be able to evoke in me. You always joked about how I had to change my panties twenty times a day, and this visit was no exception. Tonight I had a special treat for you- I'd recently made a "friend" online, and I wanted you to meet her tonight. Giving you a kiss for a promise, I headed upstairs for a bath and to change as you settled yourself in front of the computer.

Half an hour later I came downstairs, dressed in a red camisole and stockings that I knew that you liked...the sight of my long legs and just being able to catch a glimpse of my freshly shaven pussy under the red silk never failed to get you as hard as rock. I paused for an instant in the doorway, wearing that evil grin that you love so much, and when I saw the answering smile light up your face I crossed the room towards you. You turned the chair to face me, and I settled backwards into your lap, leaning back into you as I felt your strong arms come around me. Feeling your hot breath on the back of my neck, combined with your dick just pressing against my already aching pussy, I began to squirm as you brought your fingertips up and just brushed against my nipples. 

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned as you began to gently tug on them, leaning as far back into you as I could..."feels like someone is ready for something special." 

"I'm ALWAYS ready for you, baby," you whisper, sending chills of desire and love through my body. 

"Wait a second," I say, "I've got someone that I want you to meet first." 

You looked around, a bit confused. "We have company? THAT sounds like fun!" 

"Not exactly," I reply. "You know that I've been trying to meet a woman, and haven't been having much luck lately. Well, a few nights ago I got chatting with a woman that I met on the bi site, and although she doesn't live around here, we really had fun...and she'd like to meet you too." 

You gave me a kiss on the back of the neck... "Well, it wasn't exactly what we'd hoped for, but let's talk to her and see what happens, shall we?" 

I called up Netmeeting and dialed her right away- we'd had this planned, so she was waiting for us. Her face came on the screen...pretty, brunette hair softly curling around her shoulders, just a glimpse of breasts above what looked to be black lace. You leaned forward to get a better look at I adjusted the microphone and said hello. 

"Wow, Cassie! You weren't kidding!" Laura said, as she caught her first glimpse of you on the webcam behind me. 

I blushed a bit...I'm always so proud when people look at you. 

"Hey, gorgeous," I said... "up for a little action? Because I sure am!" "How about an introduction first?" she asked, giggling a bit at my obvious impatience to get started. 

"Oh, I said," blushing, a bit..."Laura, this is my Husband. Adam...Laura. We chatted for the first time the other night, and had a good time to say the least, and she thought that maybe the three of us could play together while you were here. She likes watching, and you KNOW how I like performing!" 

"Cassie, why don't you pull those little nipples of yours for me for a bit," she said, "while Adam and I become a bit better acquainted." 

Always happy to oblige, I began to stroke my hard nipples softly, listening as the two of you introduced yourselves a bit more...your eyes fixed on her as she lifted one breast out of her corset and began to pinch her nipple in time with my stroking. I could feel how hard you were getting underneath me, watching the familiar sight of my hand on my own nipples and listening to my quickening breathing, but mesmerized by the sight of her slender hand on her large nipple, pulling it until we could see it harden in front of our eyes. I liked watching her face...she got a dreamy expression as she half-closed her eyes, but I knew that it wasn't her face you were watching. 

"God, Cassie...what would you do to her if she was right in front of you?" you almost moaned. 

Almost completely lost in my own rising excitement, I gave a small moan. "Laura, would you like it if I was kneeling over top of you, with my mouth fastened on your breast, just flicking your nipple with my tongue?" 

Her intake of breath was answer enough. "Could you suck it for me please?" I asked her, "since I'm not there to do it myself?" 

She lifted her breast to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and just gently rubbing her nipple. Since I knew that this was just about your favorite thing in the world, I asked her to continue as I moved your hands down to my pussy. Your finger absently stroked my clit as you watched her, entranced at her look of total absorption. 

"I think that Adam likes that Laura" I said. "You should feel how hard he is. My pussy is soaking wet, and I can feel him through his pants...do you think that it's time we got those off of him?" 

You couldn't get me off of your lap fast enough...dropping your jeans and boxer briefs around your ankles and kicking them off, you stood in front of the webcam and showed her ...stroking your dick just inches away from my face. Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I sank to my knees in front of you and took you into my mouth as you watched her. Taking my hair in your hands, you began slowly fucking my face, taking control the way that only you could. 

"You like watching, do you Laura?" you asked her, making sure that the webcam was angled so that she could see what I was doing. She dropped her hands between her legs as she watched me take all of you into my hot mouth. 

"Keep sucking that breast for me" you told her, that note in your voice. "And work that clit with the other hand." 

She looked at you with a bit of astonishment, but did as you asked. As you drove in and out of my mouth, I dropped one hand down to my own clit and brought myself to the first of many orgasms...the feel of your excitement, the heat and hardness of your dick in my mouth, and knowing how much SHE was getting off on this was just too much for me. 

As I was still shaking you pulled me up to a standing position and bent me over so that my ass was facing the camera. Reaching down, you stroked my clit, spreading my pussy wide with one hand as you worked my clit with the other. She looked at me, obviously dripping wet and shaking from my constant orgasms, and began to cum herself...her gasps filled the living room as she watched you work me. 

"God, Laura," I said..."don't stop. Please don't stop." I could see her legs wide spread as she began to fuck herself with one hand...inserting three fingers into her pussy as she pulled her nipple hard with the other hand, throwing her head backwards. You turned me so that she could see us from the side, and with one motion, drove yourself all of the way into me. 

I was almost beyond thinking at this point...watching her getting off on watching us, combined with the always overwhelming feeling of you moving back and forth inside of me, were too much for me. You were holding me up as my knees trembled, fucking me as hard as you ever had, watching her fuck herself. Her hand moved faster as she fucked herself harder, her chest rising and falling as she screamed out her pleasure. 

"Fuck her harder" she yelled, "I can't stand it." 

I could feel you tensing inside of me, and pushed myself harder back into you as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. You gave one more tremendous push, and I felt you spurt hot cum inside of me, filling me up with it as I collapsed against you. You recovered for a minute, and then knelt down behind me, gently licking your cum out of my pussy as I moaned against you before settling back into your lap on the chair. 

We all grinned at each other a bit tiredly over the camera. 

"Hmmmm, Cassie", she said. "I can certainly see why you were so excited about him getting there." 

I nestled back into your arms. "Well, we have another week of his visit...any chance you'd like to do this again sometime?" 

"Oh, I think so," she grinned... "maybe next time my boyfriend can join us too." 

A Beginning



I stepped out from the kitchen to the front room, carrying two glasses of wine. “I think you will really like this wine.” I said to Jill, sitting on the couch beside her. After 6 months of dating, I was still mesmerized by her beauty, her spirit, her heart and her soul. She could light up the room with her smile, make me stop and listen to her point of view, make me laugh and be happy that I was alive. She complimented me, she was soft when I was strong. The thing that never seemed to quit amazing me was how she seemed to make all time disappear when I was with her.

The candles were burning and I just happened to have Luther Vandross playing on the stereo. I took a sip of my wine and looked into her deep brown eyes. There were times I still couldn’t believe that I had such a wonderful woman in my life, one who cared for me as much as I cared for her.

Jill took a drink of her wine and sat closer to me. “I want you to know that the time we have spent together has been wonderful Doug, it seems like yesterday that we met and yet is seems like I have known you forever.”

I grinned back at her, and drank in her beauty. Besides her smoldering brown eyes, she had honey blonde hair that fell down her back. I always had to fight the impulse to wipe the stray hair away from her face when I looked at her. Her lips were so full and red, and my thoughts of kissing them never seemed to go away. I never thought I’d meet such a wonderful woman in my life, but Jill showed me otherwise. To me Jill had no flaws; she liked to complain that her breasts were too small, but I loved them, they were like caressing a peach, soft and firm to the touch, and so delicious to taste. There was one big thing that Jill did have and that was her brain. I loved her intelligence. Even when we disagreed, our conversations were lively and enlightening.

I sat my glass down, and moved closer to Jill. I heard a soft sigh escape from her lips just before I gently kissed her. I pulled back and our eyes locked, my blue and her brown; our shared desire evident. Taking my hand I brushed my fingers along her cheek and down her neck; she tilted her head to my fingers and closed her eyes. My fingers moved back up her face as I caressed it and moved in to kiss her again. Her lips parted and met mine. Her hands grasped and held my head close to hers. I kissed her cheek and gave little kisses down her neck, slowly. 

Pulling back I looked into her burning eyes. “Its time we went to the room love.” I whispered to her as I stood. She merely nodded and stood to join me. We walked to my room and I kissed her passionately as soon as we entered. Her lips continued to search for mine as her hand started to rub the front of my pants, making me hold my breath. I started to kiss down her neck again, but this time, I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed down her chest right after I undid each button.  A small breath escaped her after I got to each button, undoing it, and letting my tongue do a small lick before each tender kiss. I got down on my knees and kissed her sexy stomach, I opened up the blouse and she let it fall from her shoulders onto the floor. I looked up at her and she moaned achingly. I moved my hands behind her back and grabbed the zipper to her skirt, pulling it down slowly as I dragged my lip down her stomach. Finally I unzipped the skirt and Jill stepped out of it, as I looked at her amazing body. She had on a lacy black bra and panty set, the panties an unexpected thong, showing off her dancer’s ass. I smiled to myself, Jill didn’t normally wear sexy lingerie. She had dressed up for me.

“Doug,” she whispered, “I want you, need you”

I kissed her heated lips and she pulled out my shirt and unbuttoned it. She had it undone quickly and my bare chest was exposed, her soft hands caressing my chest, then pulling the shirt from my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I loved feeling her. Her body was close to mine and she undid my belt and pants. Soon those were off as well. I took in the sight of us, her in her sexy lingerie and me in my silky blue boxers. Holding her close to me, my mouth moved closer to her ear as I whispered, “Do you trust me?” 

Jill knew right away that something special was going to happen, as I asked this each time I experimented with her. She smiled and nodded to me “Yes Doug, I trust you.”

Kissing her again, I led her to the bed. She laid down as I took out some cotton rope that I hid under the bed. Jill was neither shocked, nor surprised, as I had tied her up before. She smirked at me and put herself in a spread eagle position. I tied each wrist to the bed frame, and then I moved down to her waist. I took her panties and I pulled them off of her, exposing her luscious, and obviously very wet, pussy to me. Kissing down her legs, I tied each ankle to the bed frame as well. Sliding my body back up to her face I kissed her lips again, and I brushed her hair back.

“Jill, “ I said lovingly to her. “You are so beautiful, I love your mind, your body and everything about you. Tonight, I want to try something, and anytime you wish me to stop, just give me the word.”

“I love you too Doug, and I trust you without question. Do what you want to me darling, I desire it.” She smiled so brightly at me.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed what I needed for my plans. She had to have heard some of the unmistakable noises I was making and wondered what I had in store for her. I smirked to myself, knowing that she would love this. I walked back into the room and sat on the bed beside her and I set the stuff down on the floor below. I unfastened her bra and exposed her small, but perfect breasts. I started to suck a nipple, as I knew she had very sensitive ones and that made her more excited. Reaching down, I rubbed her clitoris and felt her wetness build. Soft moans escaped her lips. And then I stopped.

I looked her in the eyes as I reached down and grabbed the can of shaving cream, putting some in my hand. Jill knew then what I had planned for her and she gasped achingly at me. I rubbed the shaving cream all over her pussy, lathering it up nicely. I grabbed the towel and cleaned off my hand, reaching for the razor. I started to shave, watching each hair fall to the towel, as more and more of her delicious pussy was exposed to me. I was so careful, I trimmed around her sensitive lips, touching them enough but remindful not to cut them. Jill remained so still. Hair by hair her mound was presenting itself to me. I cut around the silky wisps in her crevice, being gentle, and with precision. I was making her a work of art, she was my canvas and I wanted her beauty for my own. Finally I was done, and I picked up the washcloth and cleaned her. Her body moved against the washcloth, I hadn’t seen her this excited before. I moved down between her legs and my tongue started to lick, to taste that freshly shaved pussy before me. She squirmed against my face, my tongue as best she could. I could tell she wanted to move more, but the rope stopped her. I licked her lips, the inside of her thighs, but only teased her clit. 

“MORE!” she screamed, my teasing having the effect I wanted on her. Taking my finger, I entered her pussy, moving it in and out in time with my tongue. Moving my lips up to her hard clit I nibbled it, and rubbed it. She was so wet, I knew she would come any minute now. I put another finger in and they worked in unison with my tongue and lips on her clit, wanting to make the woman I loved happy with pleasure. Jill thrust her hips up to meet my tongue and she screamed out my name “OHHHHH DOUG…..ahhhhhhhh……so wonderful…..oohhhhhhhhh…..”

I quickly reached down and untied both her ankles and let my boxers drop to the floor. Jill’s obvious desire was in her eyes. Entering her quickly, I started to thrust into her. I grabbed her right leg and put it on my shoulder, she moved her hips to time her thrusts with mine. I moved down and kissed her with so much passion, with so much want. Our thrusts were in unison, our bodies becoming one. I felt my own orgasm building when Jill screamed and came again. Her back arched and she moaned loudly, her hips shoving so hard into me. That put me over the edge and my orgasm washed over me. I leaned down, catching my breath, and untied her wrists from the bed. Jill wrapped her body around me, kissing me.

“Oh Doug, I love you. That was so erotic, thank you, oh thank you.”

I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and looked her in those smoldering eyes, “Jill, you inspire me, I love you.”

We held each other close and finally sleep overcame us, but my mind drifting to other nights that were to come.



A Beginning



Lyn felt the vibrations of the engines traveling through the deck, into the pit of her stomach. At least that was what she was trying to tell herself. She couldn’t be nervous could she?

The night was still and the moon was full. They were sitting at table for two, lit only by candles, on the top deck. When he offered to take her out, it was not dinner on a ship that she expected. 

He was dressed in a suit and tie, she in a long black dress and heels. He was tall dark and handsome. He showed up at her house with a pink rose in hand and a smile on her face. It reminded her of the tales the girls used to dream, where they would meet a stranger in an unexpected locale, then be swept off their feet in romance. Lyn had not been swept, but the ambiance was certainly having its effect on her.

The moon lit the way for the ship to follow, casting a silver glow on the river. Its bow broke through the glistening stillness, leaving a wake of moonlight behind it. Over the lapping of the waves and the sound of the engine, barely a sound could be heard, except for the soft chatter of the two on the deck.

They talk of everything, but talk about nothing. The wine soothes their nerves and they find themselves more at ease. The wine warms her, and she can feel her tension melt away. She watches the reflection of the flickering flame in his eyes. It looked like the moon dancing on the ship’s wake.

Lyn felt a surge of electricity as his hand gently brushed hers. Normally shyness would cause her to pull away, but she felt strangely comfortable with this man. She could feel his spell taking hold of her. She was intoxicated, but not wholly from the wine.

Washed in the moonlight, a gentle warm breeze caressing her skin. Soft music began playing from the lower deck. It slowly got closer and she realized that it was a violinist. He rose from his chair, and offered his hand to her, as he helped her rise from her chair.

She stood before him, looking up to him as he placed his hands on her back. She relaxed her head against his shoulder as they danced to the slow music of the lone violinist. They floated through the silvery moonlight, the music guiding their motions and their bodies moved together.

The sounds of his music echoed off the riverbanks. Her black dress swayed with the movement of her body. They fell into a rhythm together moving with one another as their feet slid over the deck. The wine had made her slightly unstable on her feet, but being held by him was a steadying force. 

He held her close, and though she barely knew him, it felt right. Their bodies touched and she could feel his warmth through their clothes. She blushed as she realized that she was also feeling warmth in places where they were not touching.

The violinist had put away his instrument. They leaned against the railing and watched the stars reflected in the water, disturbed only by the wakes from the bow. He held his arm around her waist. She felt the firm pressure of his hand on her. She slid a little closer to him as they watched the world go by.

All too soon the ship reached the dock. The crew tied it fast and rigged the gang plank to the shore. They left the ship, arm in arm, and it was then that she realized that they ship had been full of other passengers.

He opened the car door for her, and gave her a little kiss before she slid in. She felt his lips, warm and soft against hers, chills ran down her spine. They drove off into the night, the moon following them with each turn. It cast its light upon them.


They reached his home and she went with him inside. He put on some soft music and lit a fire in the fireplace. The warm light bathed the room. They lay on the couch, the fire warding off the chill of the early morning. Her head rested on his chest, and moved with the rhythms of his breathing.

Lyn woke to the dawn filtering through the shades. She was not sure of the time, but she still lay beside him. A quilt covered them; he must have pulled it over them in the night. 

Lyn slipped from her dress and slid her naked body under the quilt next to him. She slowly stroked back his hair, hoping it would not take long for him to wake.



A Beginning



Authors Note: This is my first foray into writing erotic literature which I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to pen a review as I will base my next piece on them. I have deliberately left out ages as I feel that should be left to the imagination of the reader. Please enjoy!

Where do I begin?

Well it all started early one morning just after Mandy (my wife) had left for work. Julie (my daughter) had jumped on the bed and wiggled under the covers. I was half asleep and snuggled up to Julie thinking she was my wife.

"mmmm this is nice daddy" Julie said as she snuggled right up to me, spooning.

My arm had gone around her waist and pulled her in tight. Thankfully I was wearing my boxers as we lay there because I was getting hard as I normally do when I'm spooning with Mandy. 

We lay there for quite some time cuddling with my hard cock nestled in between her bum cheeks.

At this point I must point out that I thought it was my wife in bed with me and not my daughter!

Julie started to wiggle her bum which I naturally was enjoying, but had the added effect of releasing my thick 7" cock out through the front slit in my boxers. It was now resting there in between her bum cheeks against the soft material of her night gown.

"Your thing always gets hard when we cuddle recently daddy, why's that?" Julie said.

"mmmm" I said, still only half awake.

"Your thing daddy, it's always hard when we cuddle" she giggled.

"what....Julie...oh Julie!" Oh my god! I suddenly realized I was spooning with my daughter!

She giggled again "Yes is me Julie your daughter silly".

I opened my eyes to see my beautiful daughter laying in my arms smiling up at me.

"I was saying.... your thing always gets hard now when we cuddle in the morning" she said beaming her smile at me and wiggling her bum sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.

I closed my eyes and tried to get some control over myself.

"I..err.." I spluttered, trying to get my brain into gear. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying in vain to get the upper hand.

"Well mom had left for work and I was still sleepy and wanted a cuddle to help me sleep!"......"Daddy, why does your thing get hard when we cuddle?" said asked. One of the questions a father doesn't really want to answer and certainly not while his cock is out and being rubbed in between your daughters bum cheeks!

I did't really have any choice but to be honest with her! 

"Well there are lots of reasons why a man's penis gets hard. Because he's close to someone he loves, because he see's something that makes him feel good, or sometimes when a man sleeps his penis will get hard for no reason" I explained.

"Did your penis get hard because you were cuddling with me daddy?" she giggled.

I thought that she had given me the perfect get out as I said, 

"I think that it was because I was asleep honey" I lied.

Her face suddenly changed from a big beaming smile to a sad and forlorn look. It almost broke my heart to see the change.

"Aww hunny... I'm sorry." I lifted her chin up and gave her a little kiss on the tip of her nose.

Julie brightened up with the little kiss I gave her.

"Would you like to know a little secret" I said quietly.

Julie's whole face shone as I smiled at her."What secret daddy?" she beamed at me.

"Well as long as it's between you and me. You won't tell mom will you?"

"No daddy, just between us" she giggled.

"Ok then....to be honest it was cuddling with you that made my penis hard"

At that she threw her arms around my neck and started to give me butterfly kisses all over my face. As she kissed me I put my arms around her and fell backwards pulling her on top of me. 

She giggled as she kept giving me her little kisses as she lay on top of me with my hard cock sandwiched between us.

"I love you daddy" she finally said.

"I love you too baby!" I replied as I ran my fingers up and down her back. As my hands went down over Julies bum I noticed for the first time that she was only wearing her nighty...no panties! My hard cock gave a huge twitch pushing against her stomach and Julies eyes lit up!

"Daddy! It's moving about quite a bit isn't it" she giggled.

"I think it's got a mind of it's own" I replied, " Why haven't you got panties on honey?" I asked as I gave her smooth peachy bum a squeeze with both hands.

"I don't like wearing them when I sleep daddy" at which my cock twitched violently underneath her.

Her mouth opened into a little "o" and sat up on my legs pulling the covers back exposing us to each other.

She looked down and stared at my hard cock standing to attention before her.

"Wow....did I do that?" she said still staring intently at my cock swaying before her.

"Yes honey" I smiled "Do you like the look of it?"

I pulled myself up onto my elbows to get a better look at her face and saw more than I bargained for.

Julie my daughter was sitting on my legs just above my knees. Being petite she doesn't weigh much and therefore doesn't cause me any pain while she sits there.

I looked at her her shoulder length hair, slightly curly framing her angelic face. Bright blue eyes, a lille cute button nose and a smile that would cause anyone's heart to skip a beat. As my eyes wondered down past her angelic face I saw her slim frame covered by her soft textured nighty. 

Below that I saw my hard cock swaying side to side almost hypnotizing Julie as she looked at it in awe, but then I notice something. Julie was sitting across my legs one bare leg each side of mine leading up to her bare hips and an uncovered smooth pussy. At the sight of my daughters pussy I let out a stifled groan as my swaying cock stiffened rock hard and totally erect in front of her.

Julie leaned forward slightly and what seemed to be in slow motion brought her hand up and softly stroked my hard cock from the tip to the base with her fingertips. She looked up at me as I closed my eyes and let out a long moan of pleasure from her soft caress.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It looked so nice I just wanted to touch it" Julie said looking as though she had done something really bad.

I knew that she shouldn't really be touching me like that but I was so turned on by her at this moment that she could do anything she wanted.

I had to admit that I wanted her to touch me and I was about to tell her so!

"It's alright baby I don't mind you touching it as long as we keep it our secret ok?"

She looked at me all serious for a second,

"Ok daddy.. our secret" and smiled at me.

I new I loved Julie since she was born as every father will agree, but at this moment I knew that I loved my daughter with all my heart.

"Did you like it a lot when I touched your penis like that daddy?" she asked tilting her head slightly.

"Oh yes baby" I replied "But there is a better way. Hold it in your hand like this and move your hand up and down like this".

As I showed her she looked and then placed her own small hand around my cock her fingers not quite going all the way around, and slowly started to stroke up and down my hard cock causing my foreskin to almost cover the tip of my cock.

"Am I doing it right daddy?" she asked as I collapsed back down on the bed.

"Oh that is so good honey" I groaned as she picked up speed.

"Don't go too fast honey" I gasped as I was being taken to heaven by my daughter.

It didn't take that much longer for the inevitable to happen. After about 30 seconds or so of my daughter stroking my cock alternating fom slow to fast my balls started to contract as I started to cum.

"Oh Julie Oh Julie" was all I could get out as my blood flooded to my cock causing it to harden like never before.

Then I had an earth shattering orgasm spewing more cum than I had seen in a long time up into the air landing back on me and Julie's hand and forearm.

"Oh daddy what's that?" Julie asked staring at the cum on her hand.

"That makes babies hunny" I was breathing hard and didn't want to confuse matters with trying to explain too much…"when I do that inside mommy it can make a baby. That's how we got you!"

To be continued….



A Beginning



As I pulled out my floggers for tonight's scene my hands caressed the long black leather strips. I gripped the rigid handle and tugged on the loops to make sure they were sound. I inspected each flogger for damage and cleanliness. Knowing I would find none, as they were meticulously taken care of.

While I laid them on the bed next to the rope and cuffs I couldn't help but think about when I had learned to flog; it was years ago. Always curious, I had been invited to a local lifestyle convention by a couple I knew.

Although expensive, I knew that there would be plenty of ass and the Thursday night "Leather and Lace" theme night intrigued me.

I read up on their site of what was expected. Single males were frowned on unless invited, suppose I had been lucky there. There was a dress code for the evening, as you had to be clothed in leather or lace to be admitted.

Also, exhibitions of different BDSM disciplines were to be held earlier in the day. Very curious and interested in the spankings, floggings, and shibari exhibitions, I planned to try to make it to all of them.

I began to do some homework before the convention. Luckily, we had booked our rooms early enough to get ones close to the pool area and with direct access to the party suites.

I wondered on my wardrobe and visited a local leather shop. The owner of the small shop "Lady L leather" eyed me as I entered. She was middle-aged, slightly overweight and quite intimidating.

The smell of the fresh leather overwhelmed me. God, how I love that smell. I slowly entered, walking past the racks of chaps, pants, vests, and corsets. There were toys, collars, chains, and various other items I had no idea existed covering the walls. 

As I approached the counter, I peered inside the glass display. Cock rings, cages and ornate nipple clamps filled the case. The beauty of a glass butt plug caught my eye. It had a long pony like tail coming from it with a multi-colored glass inset.

The quiet sound of porn behind a curtain caught my attention. I began to speak to the woman behind the counter, who I later learned to be Lizabeth "Miss, do you know if your leather pants come in a 36" length?" She stood and looked at me as if gauging and evaluating my question for a moment.

"Of course, baby," she said. "We create most leather garments here to fit," she said matter-of-factly. The "baby" spun my head for a moment, as it was obvious it was not a term of endearment, but more an acute observation on her part. 

I was always in control and had a natural dominating presence. This was a foreign feeling for me. Stepping outside of my area of expertise was quite intimidating for me. I swallowed my pride, but stood straighter as we began to discuss the pants.

She was quickly very personal and somewhat intrusive. I felt her hands on me, touching, feeling my hips, thighs, eying me. Yes, she had a fabric tape measure, but it didn't seem like she was using it.

"Finally," she muttered, "It's too fucking hot for leather pants." 

"Yes," I agreed. That day in Vegas was nearing 120. "They are for a party in a few months," I confided. Her eyebrows rose, showing her curiosity.

"And, where is this party that requires you to wear leather pants?" she asked, eyeing me again. 

"Actually, I need a whole outfit and it is the Lifestyle convention." I said quietly. She chuckled to herself as her composure softened. Her change in demeanor helped put me at ease.

"Honey, let's find you something suitable," she purred. Grabbing my hand she led me throughout the store. She questioned me about my plans for the convention. After she had heard of my interests, she began sharing some experiences of "when she was younger."

It was then that I noticed that the porn memorabilia on the walls featured her, and apparently her now husband. I found out that it was he who was watching porn in the backroom as he worked on various leather items.

I looked at several cover photos. Here was Lizabeth crying, pinned, red, swollen, covered with come and various other bodily fluids. My cock grew as I thought perhaps there were others out there that enjoyed the same things that had always excited me.

Having learned my name she brought me back to her with a soft, "Michael." She asked about my date as we neared the wall of collars, leashes and bindings. "I'm going with a couple friends of mine," I confessed, "no date."

Her eyes glowed as she shook her head slowly. "Your life is going to change in a few months. Soon you will be looking for someone with whom you can share this lifestyle," she said, as if from experience.

"I really cannot wait," I blurted out. She smiled as she turned around and picked out a jet-black shirt for me. As she looked over the belts, we again discussed the different things that I thought would interest me at the convention. The spankings, domination, submission, rope work, exhibitionism, at each topic she just shook her head.

"Do you think you could hit someone?" she asked. "A woman more accurately?" 

Obviously flustered, I looked to the ground. "Well, I've spanked plenty of girls," I was finally able to get out. 

"No honey, if a girl asked you to slap her, make her raw, leave marks, could you?" she asked. 

I had never done anything like that; I mean, I had had plenty of rough sex. This was not to say I hadn't thought of it plenty of times.

"I think I could," I answered, smiling. 

"Well, why don't we find out on Friday?" she quipped.

"What is Friday?" I asked as the smile dropped from my face. 

She didn't answer right away as she picked out a pair of black denim pants for me. 

"Not leather?" I asked. 

Laughing, she answered, "Honey, I don't think you're interested in that side of the road." 

Blushing I took the pants from her. She led me to the changing room, which was literally a small area curtained off with an open area where a door would be. I quickly changed into the shirt and pants, watching the front door to see if anyone was going to walk in. The shirt was tight, which showed off my muscles. The pants fit well; they showed off my growing cock. 

She returned with a perfectly fitted, set of beautiful square-toed, leather boots. "You're missing something," she said as she checked me out. She returned quickly and handed me two plain leather cuffs for my wrists. 

Finally, I felt like I should be in the store. The boots made me even taller than my 6'3". As I walked out of the changing area, she walked up to me. I heard her clear her throat and then mutter, "God have mercy."

"Sir!" she called out. I heard the hum of the machine stop in the back as her Sir came from behind the curtain. He was not a tall man, with dark black curly hair; he was slightly overweight as well. As he walked up, he introduced himself. "I'm Sir Roger," he said holding out his hand. 

"Pleasure, I'm Michael." I returned.

"Michael is going to the Lifestyle convention in a few months. He'd like to learn a few things before then, if that's possible?" Lizabeth asked with a wink. Roger eyed me as Lizabeth added, "Like Friday."

Roger looked at her, shaking his head. "If you think he's ready, I'll get him an invite," he answered. Roger returned to the back room, as Lizabeth led me to the counter. "I want you to walk out of here in these clothes, a changed man," she said. As we finished the transaction, Roger returned with a thick stationary card.

"Bring this invite Friday, as you will not be admitted without it. You are our guest. Please do not bring anyone else with you this time," he said smiling.

I agreed and slipped the invite in between the layers of my folded jeans. As I left the store, the black outfit caught the sun and had me sweating instantly. I climbed into my truck. It seemed as if I had just returned from a journey to a far off place. 

As I pulled away, I knew that I had no intention of attending this private underground party on Friday. Are they crazy? I wondered.

Apparently, it was me who was crazy. The card lay on my dresser for two days before I opened it on Thursday night. Inside there was a full sized glossy photo of two amazingly beautiful female subs and a Dom. One of the subs was a brunette and the other's hair appeared jet-black, between them stood a man with his arms crossed and a flogger in each hand. I quickly read the invite and found that they would be appearing at the party the following day.

Fuck! I kept thinking, looking back at the picture. These were people my age if not just a bit older. They were hot too! I mean I was fascinated by Roger and Lizabeth, but wasn't sure I wanted to see them in little bits of leather.

The rest of the night, I tried to talk myself out of going. By Friday morning I knew I would go, all day I was antsy. Why does the party have to start at 10 p.m.? I wondered. Just a bit worried, I called a buddy of mine and told him if he didn't hear from me the next day, that he would find the address of my last known whereabouts at my place.

This obviously led to a very long conversation with him trying to figure out what I was doing that night. Wondering if I'd screwed up by telling, I finally quelled his curiosity when I lied about meeting some psycho bitch that loved to fuck, but may cut me too.

As the time neared, I showered and dressed for the night. As I put on each piece of clothing, I remembered my time in the store. My mind was bombarded with questions.

Soon enough I would have my answers as I headed to the location of the party. I pulled up to the guard-gated community. I gave the name and address of the place I was headed. The guard looked at me, nodded and opened the gate. The drive through the affluent community felt surreal. The houses were huge and actually had some property, which was odd for Vegas.

The house, if you could call it that was at the end of a cul-de-sac. The place was more a mansion at least two stories high, it appeared majestic, with two columns on each side of the door. Grass and huge trees lined each side of the walkway. I finally found a place to park, as a lot of guests had obviously already arrived.

As I walked to the front door, I could hear the low thump of music coming from inside. I rang the bell and an older gentleman answered the door. He stood quite a bit shorter than me. He had round glasses and blonde hair. He was dressed completely in black, including the bandana that peeked out of his left back pocket. His lady was on his arm, holding their drinks. She was taller than him and quite attractive with long lashes and long hair. She was wearing high boots and a corset with matching panties and pasties over her nipples. 

The gentleman drew my attention away from the X shaped pasties. "Can I help you?" he asked. 

"Yes sir, I'm here for the party. I'm a friend of Roger and Lizabeth's," I said. He stared at me without saying a word. For an uncomfortable moment I stared back and then remembered my invite. I reached into my back pocket and pulled it out. Visibly relaxed, the man invited me in and said that he'd last seen my friends in the Living room.

As the door closed behind me, I felt enveloped in another place. I felt only slight trepidation at the thought that I was now inside with the door closed. The low reverberation of the bass hit me deep in my soul. I began to make my way through the house. I was somewhat surprised at first, as I had envisioned a mass orgy. Most of the people I encountered where chatting and other than their sexy attire, the party seemed normal.

I first noticed Lizabeth as I entered the kitchen. As she chatted with a man, two other young men were kneeling at her feet. She held their leashes loosely and they appeared subservient to her. Each wore nothing other than a pair of black shorts and a collar, they were obviously hers.

She noticed me immediately. She smiled and waved me over crying out, "Sir Michael!" I blushed a bit as the entire room turned to look at me, but I walked straight and tall as I went to meet her.

Her deep, warm, embrace would have been more appropriate to old friends, who had known each other forever. I felt the eyes of her slaves on me, and could feel their jealousy as I began to pull away and was then pulled back into another deep embrace. Her large breasts smashed into my hard chest. Lizabeth kissed me gingerly on the lips, smiling.

As we separated, I could taste her rum on my lips. "I have been talking about you Sir Michael," she began. My eyebrows rose, questioning. "I want you to meet Master Simon," she said as she turned to the man she had been speaking with. I noticed immediately that he was the man in the picture included with the card.

His handshake was firm and his voice soft as he spoke. "Liz has said that you're new to the scene and very interested in flogging," he said.

"I am interested in many things," I said, feeling my skin flush. He took a slow drink as Liz commanded one of her slaves to bring me one. The slave crawled off quickly followed by a smack of Liz's hand on his ass.

As I received my drink, we moved our conversation to a more quiet room. Liz left us as more of her friends arrived. Simon began to discuss the physiological and psychological aspects of spanking with me. I learned of: subspace, aftercare, subdrop, harm vs. hurt and endorphin and hormone releases. He discussed with me the importance of being connected with your subs. He described, as best he could, how to watch the movements of a sub, listen to their sounds and what to observe with their non-verbal communications. I soaked everything in like a sponge.

Enthralled, I hadn't noticed that we had been joined by his two subs. Several other groups had come close as well, listening to our conversation. Both of his subs sat at his feet, each holding one of his legs. They were both equally gorgeous, dressed in only short black latex skirts and knee high boots.

Neither looked at me, and it appeared that to them, Simon was the only person in the room. Lost in my admiration for this man, he brought me back to attention when he spoke. "Michael, would you like to join us for a demonstration?" 

I was shocked. I didn't know what to expect. Was he going to spank me? "Umm, what do I do?" I stammered. 

Smiling he said, "I will show you everything. Remember, pay attention to detail. It's the small things that matter." 

"OK." I said, standing up with him.

As he rose, it seemed as if an unspoken signal was sent through the party. A crowd began to gather around to watch. His sub with the short jet-black hair rose, without a word, she strutted to a small wooden column in the room. Simon motioned me over, as he opened a long rectangular case.

Inside the case were two beautiful floggers. Both were different shades of black and gray. He explained the difference in the two types of leather, how each would leave a different feeling to the skin. Running them through his hand he allowed me to hold them, to feel the balanced weight.

I returned them as he once again held them, smiling. "Go to Natasha and stand in front of her." He instructed. I followed his gaze and knew that Natasha must be the sub that had her hands above her head on the column, legs spread and ass pressed out and toward us. 

My cock grew hard as I walked toward her. Her skirt had been removed revealing the oval of her pussy, swollen and wet. Only her long black boots remained. As I neared her, I felt Simon behind me. "Caress her ass," he instructed.

Slowly, I let my hand rest on her right cheek. I was shocked to find her skin cool in the hot room. The goose bumps rose up as she moaned and wiggled her ass just a bit. 

"Remember, you must know her body. Do not miss a spot," he instructed. My second hand joined the first as I began to warm her ass with my hands. I rubbed her entire rear end, feeling her heat as I brushed over her pussy and asshole.

"Good," he said. His voice changed as he said, "Let's begin." 

My hands moved as Natasha reacted immediately. Simon's hand appeared to be made of liquid as he flicked his wrist lighting the flogger onto her skin softly. The soft sound of the leather striking was somewhat deceiving as I noticed her skin begin to pink from the contact.

Her moans became just a bit louder as I watched Simon's technique. He crossed the flogger over his chest and gathered the strips for a split second before releasing again. After a few minutes of this he stopped. 

"Caress her," he instructed. Stepping close again I let my hands soothe her now hot ass. She moaned as I massaged her cheeks and when I brushed against her pussy she rocked back and forth as if she wanted my fingers inside of her.

"My pet," he said softly, "Show Michael how much you appreciate his touch." Incredulous, I watched as her hands dropped to find my belt buckle and release it. She pulled me slightly to the front of her, moving me. Then my hard thick cock was out in a matter of seconds. I felt the soft heat of her mouth take me in as Simon began flogging again.

My hands moved to her breasts, as he continued his punishment on her ass. I worked her nipples, kneading and pulling tightly on them as she expertly sucked my cock. I could tell when he would hit a good spot, as Natasha would moan and suck me in deeper. 

For several minutes this continued. I could now see the blotchy, red areas on her ass. The strikes looked stronger as Simon's muscles flexed and sweat beaded on his forehead. The flogger sounded almost whip-like as her beatings echoed against the walls. Natasha stopped for a moment, raising her head, smiling, as she looked back at Simon.

Simon worked each cheek, lingering in some places longer than others, but always moving. He made sure to strike her lower back and her inner thighs. The blows to her pussy were always just a bit lighter, but elicited amazing results. A high pitched squeak would come from Natasha's mouth each time, and then she would take my cock deep into her throat, gagging each time.

My cock was really getting a work out and I couldn't help but grab her short hair. I noticed that she had somehow started to move just a bit differently. I wondered if perhaps she needed a moment. I released my strong hold of her hair and began to softly stroke her shoulders. I looked to Simon, to notice that he was watching me. A huge smile crossed his face as he slowed and then stopped the strikes.

Natasha took my cock from her mouth, breathing hard and fast. Her eyes were watering and I wasn't sure if it was from gagging or from the work on her ass. She pressed the top of her head against my pelvis as I massaged her back side. Her arms wrapped around me as I continued to care for her.

Simon reached into his case and pulled the second flogger out. Wiping sweat from his brow, he watched approvingly. 

I began to speak to Natasha in a very low voice. "You are beautiful. You please me." It was just as Simon had said. The more I spoke with her, the more she calmed and focused.

My fingers found her cunt and I was amazed at how wet it had become. Her juices were dripping slowly out of her to soaked inner thighs. I slid my fingers over her lips as she moaned. Two fingers automatically penetrated her and I began to slowly finger fuck her.

I moved to her side and she grabbed the column as I picked up speed. The wet smacking sounds of her pussy were loud, echoing in the room as she moaned and bucked on my hand. I slid my fingers out and found that her clit was engorged. I teased it for a moment, before I slid my fingers back inside of her.

Simon approached with a flogger in each hand. He stood very still next to us. He watched his sub's breathing. He watched and listened to me speak and caress and finger fuck her. Taking both floggers in one hand, he laid the other hand lightly on Natasha's hot, red ass. I slowed and stopped amazed at how her skin immediately reacted to his touch. Goosebumps rose across her entire back side and I felt her shudder.




A Beginning



"Very good, my pet," he purred. "I will take you just a bit deeper," he informed her. 

"As you wish, my Sir," she said softly, slowly shaking her ass. Reaching underneath her to her left nipple he began to squeeze very hard. She cried out, writhing in pain. Slowly he began to count backwards from 10. It seemed as if knowing there was an end to her pain made it bearable. She became noticeably calmed, yet obviously still in pain.

When he released her nipple I heard Natasha sob, but she remained in position, her ass pressed out and ready. Moments before she had been on the verge of climax, now she was on the verge of tears.

Standing next to me, he swung both floggers. He showed me his movements as he struck the column. I noticed that at times, he crossed the floggers and other times, they stayed straight and direct. I nodded in understanding.

My hand returned to Natasha's back, as I soothed her with my voice. I felt her shudder and then begin to shake. Her entire body was quivering and shaking uncontrollably. I could feel her fighting to remain calm. Worried, I looked to Simon. 

He nodded and softly said, "Endorphin rush."

As he stepped back to his position behind her ass, he began what appeared to be a light spanking using both floggers. The touch seemed to pull Natasha back somewhat as she grabbed my still hard cock and began to work it again. She sucked and devoured my spit covered cock as her hands stroked it, turning it into a burning rod.

Either I had become very excited or she knew exactly how to make a man come. Almost immediately I felt my cock burning. Simon had quickly picked up the pace with the floggers. It seemed just as one would strike and lift off, the next would hit. The three of us became a perfect rhythm of sound and pleasure. I felt my cock beginning to surge and knew that she was tasting my pre-come.

I began to rock my pelvis into her as I knew I was past the point of no return. I caught Simon's eyes just as mine began to glaze over in pleasure. Intent on both of us, he appeared to be a machine attached to us, driving us to another plane. Natasha, sensing my pending release, added more pressure and quickened her pace as her ass continually moving to meet Simon's strikes.

Suddenly, my come was surging from my cock. My balls lifted and I cried out as my spasms began. Natasha took me deep into her throat, sucking, gagging and swallowing, as her body convulsed involuntarily. Simon intuitively began to strike in time with my convulsions. The whole scene was strangely erotic. I emptied and had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Simon stopped his strikes and Natasha slowly pulled my cock from her mouth. Her eyes were glazed, spit ran down her chin. God, she was beautiful. I instantly knew I must return the pleasure. As I moved to find her pussy again, Simon approached shaking his head no.

"Hold her; touch her; cherish her," he said. I returned to her head as she again pressed the top of her head into my pelvis. I began to run my fingers through her hair as Simon came to her side. He laid his hands softly on her hot ass for a moment. Her breathing began to slow as his hands began to drift between her wet thighs. I knew his fingers were in her when she began to grind on him. His arm was moving quickly, causing her juicy pussy to make a slapping sound against his palm.

She heated up quickly and again began to pant. Her head smashed against my pelvis as I caressed her. She began to moan and whisper, "My Sir, my Sir," over and over again. After just a moment her plea changed to "Fuck me, my Sir!" 

Simon seemed to sense her pending orgasm and increased his pace and pressure. Natasha's begging quickly followed. "Please let me come, Sir. Can I come? Please, I need to come." 

He was quiet during several of the pleas. I watched as she held the line, until he began to speak to her. "Come my pet. Be my good little girl. Show me how bad you need to come, my pet." Immediately, the veins of her neck engorged as she cried out. Simon continued to finger fuck her hard as she convulsed with each new wave.

I realized I was sweating as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Simon removed his fingers and sucked them clean with a smile. She stood up, smiling at me. She whispered something I couldn't hear into Simon's ear. 

"Danielle," he called. Simon nodded and Natasha walked through the parted crowd, back towards the chairs.

It was then that I noticed his second sub approaching. This must be Danielle, I supposed. She was truly beautiful with long auburn hair. Like Natasha before her, she had removed everything except her boots. I enjoyed her perfectly rounded tits and shaved pubis as she approached.

What are we doing next? I wondered. My cock was still throbbing from Natasha's expert mouth. Danielle walked past both of us and assumed her position on the column. Simon was watching me. 

"Beautiful creature, yes?" He asked.

"Yes, very," I answered. 

"Let's see if you're any good at paying attention to detail," he said as he handed me the floggers.

My mouth must have dropped open because he let out a laugh. I watched as he walked over to Danielle caressing her tight round ass. Her hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it. 

He's serious, I thought. I'm going to flog her! Doubts raced through my head. Would I be ok, would I hurt her, what if I suck at this?

Simon looked at me, waiting. Suddenly, I felt the crowd's presence in the room, the shuffling, the light conversation. Twisting my wrist I felt the flogger come alive. I watched as the straps fanned then returned together. I placed the darker of the two floggers in its case, and approached Danielle.

Crossing the flogger over my chest, I pulled the strands together. I watched as my arm extended and the flogger seemed to float through the air. The sweet sound of the strikes on her ass, along with her moans filled my ears.

The front door opening brought me back to the present. Quietly, I laid the floggers on the bed and sat in my chair. I heard the refrigerator door close, and could feel her approaching. She appeared in the doorway in her running attire, sweaty and slightly out of breath.

"Welcome home Danielle, my pet."




Edited by: Rhiannon