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Addicted to Attention Ch. 01

By: Barbara



Cathy marvelled at the beauty of the scenic lakeside while we slipped back into our togas and prepared to check into the Lake View Motel. It was more luxurious and even more nicely appointed than the last one. We had our bags taken into the lake front unit by the owner, no less. We checked the unit to make sure that it was to our complete satisfaction. It had a well stocked bar and came with room service meals if required, as well as access to other facilities such as canoes and a motor boat with water skis. Cathy and I were overwhelmed by the surroundings and the size of the bedrooms. 

"King size beds even." I said gleefully, as I leaped onto one of them. This was going to be a really fun weekend. Now I was glad that the previous two weekends had been so changeable and we all knew each other so intimately now. Des and Ken were now as close as Cathy and I had become. After all they worked with each other all day, just as we did. I decided to have a shower and change so I took off my toga and waist chain and went to find the bathroom. I was startled at first to find both Cathy and Ken already in the room showering under an open shower together, soaping each other up and giggling happily. They both beckoned me in. 

"Plenty of room for all of us. Don't be shy." Ken leered.

There was no stall, just an open area with a tiled floor with a drain in the centre, not unlike a changing room shower at a sports venue. Although Ken had seen me naked many times the contact of his strong hands as he helped Cathy soap me up prompted my lustful fantasy of surrendering to his charms. Although I did my best to hide my state of excitement, my nipples stiffened helplessly under his sensual touch. There was a moment when it seemed inevitable that we would all succumb to temptation but we were interrupted by Des's suggestion that we all go out for dinner and drinks.

Debate followed and it was unanimously decided, in the end, to dress up and go out to have a meal. There were three venues within walking distance from the Lake View. By this time it was dark and we eagerly unpacked. Cathy and I chose sophisticated outfits, suitable for a formal public restaurant, eye-catching but not likely to cause adverse comment. The men wore their business suits and Cathy and I helped each other with our makeup.

We were starving by the time our taxi arrived to pick us up. It was Burt, the same cabbie that I had shown off my genital jewellery to. He ushered us into his cab, discretely making no comment about our last meeting. He was friendly and courteous, opening our door on arrival at the restaurant. 

He complemented us on what an attractive pair of ladies we were and offered to pick us up later. We made a grand entrance to the dimly lit dining room and were ushered to a table overlooking the lake. 

We had a wonderful meal, absorbed in friendly conversation. I didn't notice that we had all consumed many more drinks than usual until we stood to leave. Cathy stumbled and staggered a little so we called the taxi again. 

The atmosphere when we returned to our room, was electric with anticipation. The conversation that night had focussed fleetingly on the possibility of Cathy and I swapping partners. It had even dealt briefly with the possibility us all sleeping in the same bed, amidst nervous laughter. The thing that we had all been concerned about was our friendship. None of us wanted to let jealousy or possessiveness spoil our friendly relationship which we all agreed should never be put at risk at any cost. 

I broke the ice by undressing Cathy and suggesting that she and Des use our room for the night. Her eyes betrayed her eagerness to adopt my suggestion. The men were in immediate agreement so Ken and I both retired for the night. I left the door to our bedroom open, hoping that Cathy would do the same. It may seem odd and I had fantasised about this moment for weeks, yet I was still strangely nervous at the thought of sleeping with another man. 

Ken began his sex play, telling me he had wanted to have sex with me ever since the first time we had swum in our pool at home. As he was so honest, I reciprocated and complemented him on his foreplay by moaning softly and kissing him passionately. When he entered me, his penis felt as though it was stretching my vaginal walls in every direction further than in the past. His body felt smoother than Des and his silky pubic hair was not as coarse as Des's against the lips of my vagina, now so much more sensitive with no pubic hair of my own. He stroked gently and moved his hips as though he was trying to access unknown regions of my womb. He felt so perfect. 

We gratified our needs together, knowing that Des and Cathy were enjoying the identical experience only a few feet away. I let myself go and surrendered to his techniques, idly wondering if I would be able to take him anally while he first made love to me in the most conventional position. I was thoroughly wet and had already enjoyed several mild orgasms by the time he was ready to ejaculate.

He stiffened and thrust hard, gripping me tightly in his arms, and I felt his penis throbbing with imminent urgency against my contracting vaginal walls and anticipated that he would soon be filling me with his seed.

Soon, I experienced a massive orgasm. I had always been quite vocal with Des in this department. My body shook and convulsed as Ken ejaculated his hot semen deep inside me. My clitoris felt as though it was bursting and we lay together in each others arms, tenderly caressing one and other as he subsided within me. He moaned with satisfaction.

"Wow Barbara! You sure are hot." He sighed. 

Before I had time to feel any shame or recrimination I heard sounds of jubilation from Cathy next door indicating that she and Des were far from unhappy with the arrangement. 

The rest of the night was devoted to complete sexual abandon. Ken and I enjoyed each other without further shame or nervous anxiety. We tried all the usual positions with equally gratifying results. Ken turned me into the sixty nine position and drove his tongue into my steaming vagina whenever he was temporarily unable to regain his erection. I took all of his member in my mouth and teased the underside of his penis with my teeth as I urged his libido back to life, unconcerned about the possibility of swallowing his juices. He truly was a amazing lover and I was truly tempted to agree when he wanted to try me out anally. 

He sensed my reluctance and didn't press me when I declined for the moment. Instead we had yet another bout of sex, with me in the female superior position so that I could control the action, leaving me to decide.

When we were having breakfast the next morning we were all chirpy and jubilant, better friends than ever if that was possible. Cathy was as flushed with excitement as I was and all previous barriers were gone. We shared our love experiences enthusiastically among each other as if it was perfectly normal behaviour. It emerged that none of us had been unfaithful in our marriages before although, of course, we had all had our fantasies. I was pleased that both men seemed comfortable with what we had done and Des certainly appeared to be enjoying the new arrangement with Cathy. 

Our experiences last night had been the only logical way for us to fulfil any unfulfilled fantasies we may have had. We wisely agreed not to share these experiences with any other couples, primarily because of possible diseases such as Aids. We concurred that S.T.D was becoming a severe problem in society these days and we made a pact to discuss any future infidelities together, before we went ahead. 

Des and Ken were interested in checking the properties available for lease or sale around the district. On the other hand, I was keen to have my clit piercing checked and the new jewellery that I had chosen fitted. 

It was agreed that the men would go out, dropping us girls at the tattoo parlour on the way, and meet up later for lunch. Cathy and I dressed in matching togas. I was becoming quite fond of this style of dress and it certainly suited the purpose for our visit to the piercing studio. I looked forward to walking back here through the shops with Cathy, browsing through the full variety of goods available and checking out the prices.

Des stopped at the bowling alley on the way and picked up a large envelope from the owner. We all sat in the car eagerly looking through the jumbo prints that had been supplied. The quality of the photographs were superb, capturing the images of all the ladies on the same elevated angle that the audience had enjoyed that night. 

I confess that I blushed while I examined one particular print that showed my second walk to the edge of the catwalk. I was smiling and clearly demonstrating my enjoyment at being seen without my clothing on. Worse still, it proved my advanced state of sexual arousal. 

I stood, legs apart and bathed in a revealing spotlight, exhibiting my clit ring to a room full of total strangers. It was impossible to convey the atmosphere that prevailed that night in a mere photo so I hesitated before passing it on to Cathy. She looked at it, eyes widening in admiration, as she nodded her approval.

"I've often fantasised about how it would feel to walk through a crowded room, naked like that." She exclaimed. "The closest I came to that, was when Ken and I went to a strip club one night and I did a guest spot for a five minute strip. It happened just before we were married and I was quite drunk, but I was thrilled by the applause that followed, once I got all my gear off." 

Her eyes sparkled as she recalled her experience and it was obvious that she remembered that night vividly.

I was reassured by Cathy's revelation, thinking about the audience's encouragement that had prompted my daring on that night. I had often marvelled about it over the last three weeks, wondering how I could possibly have done something like that, even with Des's encouragement. 

I had agonised secretly about that night ever since, sometimes proud of my achievement but on some other occasions feeling an indefinable sense of guilt and shame. This had been the reason that I let Des go in for the photos alone while the rest of us stayed in the car. I had been too embarrassed to face the manager again. 

Now, I was more confident than ever. I realised the enjoyment that I had brought to the most important people in my life. I even felt quite privileged and happy that my actions that night had met with all their approval and admiration. Ken said that I looked glowingly beautiful in that shot, as he looked at it once again. My initial reservations about the photos disappeared as we continued our trip. 

The men came inside the studio with us to make sure that we would be comfortable on our own. We were happy to let them go off while we waited for 'Doc' to prepare the studio. Cathy was nervous but she resolved to be brave and have the same procedure as I had.

Harold ushered us both into the studio and asked me to hop up on the table. He nodded his approval as he examined my clitoris and remarked on how well it had healed. He asked if I had had vaginal sex since the procedure and whether I had experienced any discomfort. He asked so professionally that I wasn't embarrassed to give him the answers to his questions. 

"Sex has been just great. No problems at all." I said, glancing at Cathy with a shy smile. "I really enjoy it much more than before." He nodded and asked if I had brought any other jewellery for him to fit. Cathy handed him my chosen ornament while I relaxed there with my genitals opened wide, ready for the next step. 

He took pains to show me how to change the adornment myself, at a later time and recommended that I put the original ring in place as a sleeper if the extra weight of the new jewellery became annoying in any way. He sterilised the new ring before replacing my original ring and standing back to allow me to view his placement. 

He asked if he could photograph his work as soon as he completed his session with me. I agreed without hesitation and posed while he took a photographic record for his files. 

Cathy was very impressed by his caring and professional manner, readily taking my place on the table while he examined her. She shyly smiled her approval when he told her that he could do a slightly different but visually identical procedure on her. 

She held my hand as Harold prepared her and she winced as he clamped the area for piercing. She looked at me as the needle went through, barely registering any pain that she may have felt from the process. I was so proud of her. 

Harold completed then surveyed his work, asking Cathy to check her image in the mirror to make sure that she was satisfied with the result. Cathy was thrilled with the new jewellery, spending the next few minutes examining her reflection from all angles once she got off the table. 

Harold offered us a cup of tea while he explained the various after-care procedures. His wife had just returned from the shops and she invited us into their living area adjoining the studio. Harold asked if we would like to see some other options for body decoration. His wife Heather, took off her dress and bra to display her own body telling us that she very rarely wore clothes in the house. Cathy and I told her that we were photographic models and, like herself, enjoyed being naked in our home environment. She asked us if we had ever considered nipple jewellery or belly button studs as she showed us her own ornaments. When she invited us to disrobe if we wished we both complied without hesitation. We sat with her and Harold, discussing the various options available, entirely comfortable to be naked in their presence.

She was a petite, attractive lady in her late forties and almost as brown as Cathy, with very full breasts and no tan-lines. Her family had moved to the city and told us that only her youngest daughter was still living at home. We talked for another hour after Harold was called away for another customer. 

He excused himself and assured us before he went that we were welcome to stay with Heather, his wife. We were happy to stay and talk to her as she was very understanding and interesting to talk to. In spite of the age difference she seemed interested in Cathy and I, obliging us both with a wealth of knowledge regarding body piercing. 

As we left, she kissed us both lightly on the cheek and wished us a great weekend. She cautioned us not to do anything that she wouldn't do, with a knowing smile. 

We left, chatting happily between ourselves as if we had just been visiting our mother. I was feeling on top of the world. Harold had asked us to come back before we left Maple Lake, so he could check Cathy's new piercing. When we offered him payment he urged us to pay on our next visit, before we left. I had the distinct impression that he only wanted to ensure that we came back, so that he could monitor Cathy's procedure.

The extra weight of my new ring was noticeable as we walked along the shopping area, but very pleasurable and not at all uncomfortable. Cathy was smiling widely and telling me that the new sensations she was feeling were beyond ecstasy. We bought a few essentials as we progressed through the shops and discussed our experiences of the previous evening. 

I was glad that we could discuss, so frankly and easily, our respective husband's activities without embarrassment or reservation. It appeared that we both enjoyed the change of pace and the uniqueness of swapping partners and agreed to try it again the next night. I told Cathy that Des was very gentle and that he loved anal sex. We attracted the usual attention to our attire along the way but we were too pre-occupied with our conversation to concerned about the sly glances of admiration.

We arrived at the motel and, before long were joined by our 'Masters' as we had jokingly referred to them in their absence. They looked approvingly at our new jewellery. Ken was very taken with his wife's new appearance and suggested a trial run of alternative sex.

"Perhaps Cathy is still a little numb around there." I urged when I noticed Cathy shift uncomfortably. "We only got home, just a few minutes ahead, of you two guys. Really!" I pouted. 

Cathy seemed to be grateful that I was so protective of her.

Des and I made a light lunch while Cathy went into the bathroom with Ken to shower and soothe her body with some after-care solution. The fresh piercing had been giving her a small amount of pain at that point, suggesting the need for some tender care. When they came out we all sat down to eat and chat about our morning's efforts. 

The guys had seen a number of likely properties, and wanted to show us two of them. I was concerned about Cathy but she was feeling much better now and was anxious to have a drive around the district.

Both of the houses were in the direction of the rest stop, on the other side of town where Des and I had met Melissa and her friends three weeks ago. I remembered that the area was more private, with little traffic and even fewer houses. 

We had only travelled a short distance past that point when the guys pointed to a beach house right on the lakefront with a boathouse and jetty, adjacent to an area of vacant flat land. It hadn't been occupied for some time and needed painting quite badly. However, the style was modern and there were no other houses around for quite some distance. Burt, the cab driver, had told Des about it because he knew the owners well. There was nearly 4 acres of flat land that adjoined the property. The owners had gone overseas and had left Burt their contact address. He watched over the property for them and also had the keys to the house. 

I was quite enthusiastic once we all looked all around the property. 

To my delight, the lakefront was perfect for swimming with a sandy beach and a number of mature trees for shade. The interior of the house looked roomy, from what we could see of it so Des rang Burt, using his cell-phone. He wasn't able to come immediately so we all swam and sunbathed on the beach while we waited. We had agreed that, barring anything drastic being found upon inspection, the place would be entirely suitable to our needs.

We were frolicking in the water for the next hour, playfully teasing our husbands with the delights that may await them tonight as we waited for Burt to arrive. Des took photos of Cathy and I as we sat on either side of Ken's broad shoulders. Now that I had been intimate with Ken I found myself a lot more amenable to the touch of his naked body on my mine. I was aching to feel his vibrant flesh inside me but my guilt at the thought of having sex with him in front of my husband and his wife kept me from being too forward. The longer we were there, the more we all fell in love with this idyllic place. Cathy and I resolved to leave the negotiations to our husbands but hoped fervently that they would be successful. The property had a special feel about it and both Cathy and I agreed that we would love to spend our summer weekends here, as long as we could afford the place. 

The thought of coming to Maple Lake more often, now that we had swapped partners for the first time, was more appealing than ever. I hoped that the new arrangements would last between all of us and at this stage there seemed to be a good possibility that they would. Cathy and I had no jealous feelings at all and our men certainly seemed to be keen enough for a repeat performance. 

To Be Continued...

Addicted to Attention Ch. 02



Burt drove into the property, around 3pm, apologising profusely for being delayed so long. He took his time showing us all through the house quite thoroughly. Cathy and I had still been wet when we put our dresses on so we were sure that the transparency of our clothing had not escaped his attention. However, he was business like and pleasant, as always, touring the place with us and pointing out the facilities.

Cathy and I were impressed with the view across the lake toward the township. It was possible to see the activities of the many various craft on the water as the holiday crowd enjoyed water skiing and fishing further out from the shore. There were many other sedate activities closer to shore, such as swimming and canoeing that could be seen in the distance. 

"The town of Maple Lake has become more popular over the last few years." Burt explained. 

Apparently, he had once lived in town but his old house had been needed for a recent redevelopment. He had then bought a similar property to the one we were looking at, half a mile further down the road, so it appeared that we would be neighbours if we bought this property. Cathy and I excused ourselves to allow the men to carry on their discussions while we had a talk about what we had seen. We were quite excited at the prospect of owning this house and discretely mentioned this to Des before we left them. 

Both of us loved the interior layout of the main house. The living areas were spacious and open, ideally suited to our new relationship. It was situated far enough off the road to be tranquil and private, yet close enough to discourage vandalism or burglary. The best part was the idyllic setting. We lay on the grass, planning the sleeping arrangements for the night ahead. We discussed the only options for Cathy's sex life, for the next couple of weeks anyway, candidly and without reservation. I had already told her about the first anally induced orgasm that I had experienced, since being pierced, and she seemed excited by the prospect. She confided to me that she hadn't often experienced orgasms before without more direct stimulation to her clitoris. 

We disrobed and went for another swim to pass the time while we waited for the men to finish their talk with Burt. They seemed to be taking a lot longer than we had expected but we took this as a good sign. We played in the water, chattering excitedly about planned renovation that we could do inside the house if the deal went well.

As Burt was about to leave Ken called us over to farewell him. We made no attempt to cover our nudity as we approached the men. I told Cathy that maybe we should give him a thrill to see him on his way. Burt was evidently impressed. 

"You two are the luckiest guys I know." He said to our husbands, barely concealing his delight at the sight of the two naked young ladies before his eyes, before addressing us. "You ladies are beautiful, with or without clothes. I only wish I could stay awhile, but I have to work today. I hope you enjoy the property, as it was meant to be." 

He drove back toward town with a cheery wave.

Ken and Des frustrated all our attempts to glean any information about the result of their discussions with Burt, deliberately teasing us by avoiding any direct answers until we returned to the motel.

They took photos of us, beside the car and with the empty house in the background, which I anticipated to be a good sign meanwhile.

Finally, back at the motel, over an hour later, they told us the outcome of their negotiations. We had an option to purchase at a very reasonable price, for only $2000-00, refundable in full on settlement, for three months. Des held up the keys with a wide smile. 

Meanwhile, we could use the property as if we were renting it while we checked the buildings and valuation details with the lawyers. An agreement had been signed with Burt and the furniture inside the property was available to purchase with the house if we needed it, at only a little extra cost.

Cathy and I hugged and kissed them in a state of pure euphoria. 

Des and I watched Cathy lead Ken into their room for the session of anal lovemaking that he had wanted earlier. 

We discretely walked down to the shore of the lake to discuss the events of the afternoon in greater depth. It was the first time we had a chance to be alone with our respective husbands since we arrived. We reassured each other that we were both happy with the outcome, both of the property deal, as well as the changing relationship with Cathy and Ken. As much as I was thrilled with last night's sleeping arrangements, I needed to know that Des was equally comfortable to carry on in this way. 

Des regarded Ken with the same sort of respect and mutual trust that I had felt with Cathy, it seemed. He told me that he could see the relationship as one of the most beneficial ways to strengthen and enhance our marriage, while allowing us to fulfil our carnal desires for variety without recrimination. We hugged and vowed that we would always make time to share our inner feelings this way. If ever either of us ever decided that we were unhappy with the new arrangements we resolved to talk it out together to see if we wanted to continue with the group relationship, or not.

Cathy and Ken were showering together when we went back to the unit, having had some intimate moments together. Ken was delighted, being somewhat younger than Des and I he seemed to have sex on his mind all the time. I thought this to be highly commendable, considering the evenings ahead. I enjoyed his company in the bedroom. We were all elated with the recent developments on our first holiday together. Des and I joined them for a quick freshen up and dry off. 

We all agreed to dress and go out for another drive around the lake, intending to pick up a takeaway meal on the way through town and then have another early night back at the motel. We had so much to discuss between ourselves, both social and business, that it was felt that the distraction of going out for entertainment would be counter productive.

We arrived back at the unit, still in a buoyant mood. Cathy and Des went ahead while Ken and I attended to the convertible, locking it up and securing the top. We had brought groceries and drinks, feeling the need to economise our spending. We had liked the look of the surrounding districts of Maple Lake and we could all see the growing potential of the area as a new holiday destination for city dwellers such as ourselves. Investing in the area seemed as good financially as it was socially. We agreed to pool our resources jointly, into the venture of acquiring the house and land, sharing the expenses equally between the four of us.

Ken was frisky and ready for sex play as soon as we walked into the unit. He, like Des, had an increased sex drive this weekend as the variety of our new open relationship impacted on them. Not that Cathy and I were a lot different from them in that respect. In the course of that evening we enjoyed our new relationship to the fullest, still using the bedrooms separately at this stage but becoming a lot more adventurous.

I was riding on top of Ken at one point when Des came into the room and fulfilled my fantasy of having two men at the same moment. 

I lay still while he lubricated me and I could sense Kens penis throbbing inside my vagina while Des had his finger inside my anus. The delicious anticipation was extremely sensual and I looked forward to being entered. I relaxed my muscles hoping that double penetration would be everything I had dreamed of in my fantasies. 

The unusual sensation of being entered anally at the same time as having normal intercourse brought me to new peaks of satisfaction. 

Unlike most fantasies, the sensation of two male organs moving inside me actually eclipsed the pleasure that I had anticipated. Understandably nervous at first, I let myself go as we all moved in unison to the longest, most satisfying orgasm of my life. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being held by four tender arms as I shuddered and shook uncontrollably. Both men ejaculated inside me within seconds of each other, filling my body with their hot semen. Ken kissed my breasts and nibbled on my nipples while Des hugged me tightly and kissed the sensitive area behind my ears. I moaned softly with pleasure, leaving them in no doubt that I was truly satisfied with the long anticipated experience that they had provided me. 

When I had almost recovered, I noticed Cathy standing by the door, recording the event with Des's new video camera. She was smiling with tender approval as she stood there totally naked in the doorway, behind the camera. 

I was flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as I looked at her. I had never done anything like this before in my life, let alone be watched by another female while I was making love. I had been too caught up in the moment to consider where Cathy might be or what she might be doing. An awkward silence followed. Cathy's body betrayed her enjoyment of what she had just witnessed, her nipples erect and quivering behind the tripod holding the camera steady. Des broke the silence first. 

"My idea I'm afraid, sweetheart. I'm sorry if you're startled, but I really think you will enjoy watching this again later." He smiled wickedly. "I know I will anyway, for sure." 

I recovered my wits and laughingly invited Cathy to join us all on the bed. She left the camera running and posed briefly in front of the lens. 

"Oh goody, I get to join in." She told the camera. 

We all laughed as she jumped onto the bed, affectionately kissing all of us and playfully squeezing the men's flaccid members. We had now become one happy family group.

I felt silly now as we sat talking and laughing together about my initial embarrassment. I told Cathy that I couldn't wait for the opportunity to surprise her in the same way, when she was able to enjoy our men in the same situation.

We went for a moonlight swim in the lake, running naked from the unit into the water. I didn't even check if the beach was empty at first. I just felt so happy and contented. The area was quite tranquil and deserted though, thankfully. It was a classy motel and it would have been embarrassing to be asked to leave because of lewd behaviour. The water was refreshing and we played around together quietly with one and other for twenty minutes or so.

A young couple passed by, arm in arm, walking slowly along the shore but if they noticed our nudity they discretely ignored it and merely waved to us as they continued along the shore.

It's hard to describe the feelings of love and trust we all felt for one and other by now. I loved Des more than ever and I realised that I also loved Ken now, and Cathy too. The difference was that I was in love with Des in a special exclusive way. I knew instinctively that Cathy felt the same way about Ken. It was a loving relationship that fulfilled me in ways that I could not have begun to imagine before now and I hoped to enjoy it for the rest of my life. 

We didn't go back to the lake house until nearly 11am the following morning. As we drove past the rest area, where Des and I had met Melissa and her friends, I noticed one of their cars parked beside a tent. It was a distinctive station wagon with a roof rack. I asked Ken to pull off the road and stop for a moment. It was the same young group that we had met three weeks earlier. 

I introduced our friends to the rest of the group while we chatted among ourselves. Melissa's boyfriend was a builder, as was another young guy with them. They came to the lake almost every weekend and often camped at this spot. 

Des told Tony, Melissa's boyfriend, that we were thinking of buying a property further along the road and that we had been on our way there when I had noticed their vehicle. Tony offered to check the building over to see if it was sound. We made arrangements for the group to come over and spend some time with us, later in the morning. One of Tony's friends was out on the lake in a Jet Ski with his girlfriend. Tony said that as soon as they got back they would all join us at the house. 

We carried on our journey, excited at the prospect of evaluating the buildings professionally so soon. This had been a concern of ours. We had been unsure about the way that we were going to organise this aspect of the property deal from so far away. Everything just seemed to be so perfect. 

Ken and Des had already worked out the financial aspects easily enough, both being experienced merchant bankers. The state of the buildings, however, worried them slightly because they didn't want to have expensive problems to rectify. We went into the house and opened all the windows. Cathy and I continued to plan renovations to the interior. Although the furniture wasn't new, it had been well looked after and would be suitable until we could afford to replace it. The bathroom was old and the shower stall quite small but we thought that by knocking down the wall to the adjoining laundry area we could modernise it, like the one at the Lake View motel. The basic building improvements would be inexpensive and we believed that they could be done within our budget.

Tony and all his friends arrived not long after lunchtime and we showed them through the house and boatshed. Ideas were shared enthusiastically between all the men. The ladies went out to the lake to talk and socialise while the men evaluated the building work that might be needed. 

Cathy and I were thrilled with the property and sat with the other girls talking among ourselves. We recalled the night at the bowling club and were soon chatting like old friends. Melissa had a new belly button piercing and Cathy showed her new ring to the others. 

Before long we were all naked and swimming in the lake. 

Melissa wasn't nervous about being nude anymore, actually being the first to strip off her bikini and waltz into the water. She had a lovely body with small firm breasts and now only a tiny tuft of hair above her cleanly shaven vagina. She was wearing a new engagement ring and appeared perfectly happy to be without her clothes. She had lost a lot of her earlier inhibitions and often swam naked now, she told me. 

"We often think of you and Des and we were hoping to meet up with you again." She confided.

We were all cavorting about like teenagers when the boys joined us after stripping off all their gear. They were great company. The afternoon melted away quickly and we all had a fabulous time. During the course of the early afternoon all the men piled into the convertible to get some food from the shops. They intended to buy sausages and steak for a Bar-B-Que, leaving the ladies to organise cooking facilities.

Des took photos while we partied the afternoon away. We all took our turns riding on the Jet Ski. It was a particular thrill riding out on the lake, stark naked, behind the young guy that owned it. Des used his new video camera to record the event for us all to watch later. Cathy enjoyed her turn as much as I had, waving excitedly at us when they sped past us in a shower of spray. She later confessed having an orgasm during the ride, trying desperately to hide the fact from the driver by sitting further back in the seat. 

Tony took over driving the Jet Ski for a while and he and Melissa were gone a bit longer than usual, disappearing at the far edge of the lake for a longer interval. We all agreed to meet later at the bowling club for an evening out. 

The young group went back to their campsite and we had a chance to be alone at the house. Cathy wanted to take Ken into the bedroom for a while so Des and I went out to the boathouse for our own romantic interlude down by the lake. We re-lived our first outdoor experience that we had enjoyed on our first trip to Maple lake, oblivious to other activity on the lake. 

Des told me that the house had been given the thumbs up by Tony and his friend who had offered to do all the renovations to our planned specifications, at a really affordable hourly rate if we wished. 

They apparently worked together in another town, only a half-hour drive away. He and Ken were going to engage them as builders as soon as the financial dealings were complete and we owned the property. 

It seemed to have been very convenient for us to have made friends with Melissa and her mates.

Des and I freshened up after our session by going into the lake for another dip, and walked slowly back to the house. I must say it was great to feel the sun dry our bodies as we strolled naked around the property. My tan lines were almost gone by now and the gold waist chain showed up against my skin much better now. My new clitoral ornament felt much better than the original gold ring, constantly keeping me semi-aroused sexually. Every now and then I found myself adjusting it, especially before any photo was taken, so that it displayed the stone in it's best light. Des loved to manipulate it with his tongue when we had oral sex, never failing to bring on a very satisfying climax. Far from being uncomfortable, the additional weight of the stone increased the pressure on my clitoris in a most delicious way. 

Back in the house Ken and Cathy had been assessing the possibility of us all moving in tomorrow. We had no bed linen but at this time of the year blankets were totally unnecessary anyway. The biggest and most compelling problem was that there was no electricity on. We all loved the place and could hardly wait to move in but we realised that we would have to wait.

Once we returned to the motel, Cathy and I were left on our own while the men went into town to find Burt. They needed to know where to buy building materials at Maple Lake and arrange for the power supply to be connected. Burt had been so helpful with other information. I was glad to have the chance to talk to Cathy alone so we poured drinks and planned to cook some dinner. Cathy was more creative as a cook so I willingly let her take charge. I helped by cleaning up and tidying the unit. We worked well as a team, as we had discovered over the past month. 

Cathy told me that she was now able to enjoy anal sex and had no more reservations about it. She loved the sensations of her piercing and had little pain in the area, glad that she had agreed to do it straight away instead of waiting. Cathy admired the nipple ornaments on the girls in the young group and was actually considering having at least one done. Definitely a belly button job, she confirmed as she sat down at the table.

We talked about our modelling business and how we were bringing in money more steadily. We had noticed the work beginning to increase now, over the previous weeks. It was mostly nude photography work initially but, remembering the call I had before we came to Maple Lake, I was hoping we would find work before a live audience as fashion models. I had got more of a charge out of watching reactions from spectators. It made me nervous at first but, if the atmosphere was ambient, the feeling of exhilaration was beyond mere description. 

Cathy brought the photos, taken at the bowling alley the night that I stripped off and paraded nude on the catwalk and we looked at them again. She admired the one that I had been reluctant to show her, saying that I looked so vital and she could just imagine the audience cheering me on.

Evidently the time that Cathy had previously mentioned, when she had done a turn at a strip club, had given her a new confidence which had resulted in her wearing more daring clothing out in public. I quickly remembered the way she had drawn attention to herself during our first shopping trip. 

It was as if fate had drawn us together.

Our partners were supportive to us, similar in their interests, and we were now embarking on a new relationship which appeared to suit us all very admirably. The purchase of the house on the lake could only further consolidate the new arrangements. 




Addicted to Attention Ch. 02



The men eventually arrived home with the news that Burt had rung the owners of the house and told us that we would definitely own the property by early next week. They had agreed on a long term financial settlement at a low interest rate. Their lawyers were known by Des and they had offices close to the bank where Des and Ken worked. 

They had all but finalised the deal on terms that we could easily afford. Now we could let Tony and his workmate know that the deal would definitely happen so that they could plan our alterations when we met them later on that evening.

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 03



We walked to the bowling alley around 8-30pm that evening to meet Tony, Melissa and all their young friends. The plan was to have a few sociable drinks with them, swap contact numbers, and get to know them even better. Cathy had shared my idea of tactfully exploring the other girls interest in being part of my Nude Aerobics Video project. We had all agreed that the boathouse right by the lake would be a stunning location. We already knew that Melissa's girlfriends hadn't objected to Des taking photos of the afternoon activities, earlier. In fact, three of them had appeared to relish the opportunity to pose seductively in front of the camera. 

We had even decided to name our new property, Rome. A light-hearted reference to the toga dresses which both Cathy and I now wore with relish. They were comfortable, convenient and there was always the exciting danger of being exposed accidentally to an admiring male spectator. The men carried a bag containing their camera and a number of items for Cathy and I so that we didn't have to worry about our handbags. One of the few disadvantages of wearing togas, we had decided, was that there was nowhere to hide light make-up or combs etcetera.

The holiday crowds at the bowling alley were largely younger adults with few older than their fifties and no young children in evidence. The same type of people that had been present three weeks earlier, only more of them. Melissa and her friends were watching out for us. Luckily, they occupied a large table in a good position to view the activities. Ken went to the bar and got in some drinks and a plate of chips while Cathy and I joined our young friends.

Before long we were chatting amiably among ourselves and watching the patrons in the bowling alley below us. I noted that the place was considerably busier than previously. Darlene, a local girl that I had met three weeks earlier, with the nipple rings was actually Harold and Heather's daughter, as it turned out. She was nineteen and going out with Tony's workmate David. 

"Don't tell Mum and Dad about our little show the other night." She whispered. "They would never understand." She paused. "I got a bit carried away with the crowd yelling like they did that night."

"Don't worry darling. We'll keep your secret. It was fun though, wasn't it?" I hastened to assure her.

We were soon friends, chatting easily. 

Evidently, this had been worrying her as her parents, although liberal themselves, were quite strict in their attitudes with her. She was very attractive and, like her mother, had full voluptuous breasts with large dark nipples. Darlene was roughly the same age as Melissa but she was much darker in her complexion and had far fuller figure. Darlene was David's girlfriend and she usually only had the opportunity to see him at the weekends. David worked with Tony as a builder and often worked in their home town several miles away from Maple Lake, where they were in hot demand. I had assumed that they were brothers because they were so similar in looks, but they were actually not related at all. They had been pals from the time that they went to high school. Darlene became good friends with Melissa and they often dreamed of marrying as a foursome. 

Meanwhile, Cathy had gone downstairs with Des and four of the others to try the bowling. I noticed that everyone seemed to watch more closely when the girls were taking their turn. Cathy would take her run and let the ball go, bending over slightly to get the bowl closer to the ground. She didn't appear to be deliberately exposing herself in an obvious way, pausing to rearrange her clothing after each run before walking demurely back. She was quite good at the game, often knocking all the pins over with one well placed shot. 

To the casual spectator it appeared that any exposure of her naked bottom was entirely accidental. However, I could tell that she was enjoying the special attention that she was receiving from the crowd. The show was underway and although well attended there were probably more spectators watching the bowling than usual. Two of the other girls with equally short dresses, but wearing thong underwear, were attracting their share of attention too. We alternated the group as the night progressed, with Darlene and I taking turns at bowling as well. I hadn't played before and often had to make a second or third run to knock over all the pins, much to Ken's amusement.

All twelve of us had a really good time until around 1am, when we excused ourselves to return to the motel. Cathy and I were in the mood for a bit of loving and it became obvious to us that the men felt likewise. Ken walked between Cathy and I all the way home with his hand on our bottoms. 

Thankfully, there were few people around to observe his behaviour as we walked the short distance to our unit. Our clothing was removed quickly as soon as we returned and we lay side by side having our bottoms lubricated liberally with Vaseline and our bodies massaged with scented oil. All inhibitions about making love in the same room seemed to evaporate as the night progressed. There was plenty of room and it was far more exciting to all sleep in the same bed. 

At one stage I tensed, as Cathy kissed me passionately, but I soon relaxed and returned her advances with equal vigour. I had never been with another woman before in my life but I knew that both Ken and Des had fantasies about the prospect of seeing us engaging in this behaviour. I had already realised that Cathy probably had bi-sexual tendencies some time ago but before tonight, she hadn't made any overt sexual approaches. 

I have to admit that I enjoyed her tender touch as she explored my vagina with her probing tongue some time later even although I was a bit hesitant initially, to respond with any enthusiasm. Des had a huge selection of sex toys, in a bag that I hadn't seen before, including body paints and chocolate syrup. In all the years of our marriage I had never tried anything other than a vibrator and an anal plug. He hadn't brought up any of these other possibilities as he considered me too prudish to respond favourably. 

I couldn't help being a little sad that we had wasted so many years of our marriage by our lack of courage to talk more openly about our inner fantasies and desires. At this stage I was just grateful that I had read his magazines and unwittingly, by shaving my vagina and meeting him at the door a month ago without underwear, I had allowed him to express his fantasies far more openly. I realised that Cathy had a far more healthy and open attitude to sexual adventure than I did so I resolved never again to limit myself in the way I had for the last seven years of my marriage. 

I coated Cathy's pubic area with flavoured syrup and carefully licked around her new piercing, even probing tenderly around her anus with my tongue. 

"Let's see if we can all have some fun here?" Des suggested, pointing to his throbbing erection. He lay on his back, inviting me to mount him.

"Go on Barb." Cathy urged. "I can wait." Her eyes glistened with excitement. "You haven't tried Ken out in the rear yet?"

I looked at Ken and realised that I was being coerced into a four way situation that I wasn't sure that I could handle. I had butterflies racing in my tummy but I was determined not to let that prevent a new experience at this point. 

"Why not?" I muttered, smiling at Ken uncertainly. "Be gentle then." Confirming my assent. "Just let me get comfortable first?"

With a degree of trepidation I lowered myself onto my husband, facing toward his head. There was no doubt that Des was excited by the idea of adopting Cathy's suggestion. Ken looked larger than normal, to me so I closed my eyes and leaned over Des's face and he began to tongue my nipples. Ken probed me with his index finger and I noticed that Des was moaning softly and increasing the activity with his tongue on my turgid nipples. I relaxed and let Ken ease his way gently inside my back passage, stretching my sphincter muscles to new limits until I was totally in ecstasy, with two eager members throbbing inside me. Cathy positioned herself to enjoy my first attempt to give oral sex to another woman while I was so fully engaged with both men. When we began to move in unison she had been the first to orgasm, shaking and quivering with delight as she indicated her approaching climax. Then, as she kissed me and Des erupted inside me, I enjoyed my longest and most fulfilling orgasm so far. With all the convulsive movement Ken spurted his hot juice deep inside my bottom at more or less the same time. His sperm soaked into my inner bowels and we lay there for at least half an hour afterward as all of us touched and kissed, pleasuring each other even further. My body tension had eased and I wondered why I had been so nervous about accepting the challenge. Cathy noticed the relief that I expressed. 

"There, that wasn't so bad." She purred as she greedily attacked my tender nipples with her flicking tongue. "My turn as soon as I can, my sweet." She promised, gazing at me with adventurous eyes, filled with lust and a touch of envy.

We all showered together, talking easily among ourselves while we made coffee and sat down discussing the fulfilment that we had just experienced. It was hard to believe that we had only known each other for just a month. We finally slept, exhausted and sexually drained, all in the same bed. We had all experienced a very long and sexually active day.

I awoke finally at lunchtime to Ken's probing touch around my vagina and I signalled my readiness to resume intercourse with a passionate kiss. We were alone in the room. Cathy and Des were out in the main room, tidying or cooking. I was amazed at Ken's sexual appetite, only three years younger than Des, he had an amazing libido along with a strong athletic body. He just never seemed to quit.

As we walked out to the shower to clean up, Cathy remarked that she was glad he was still in good working order and that she hoped he wasn't wearing me down too much.

"Isn't he a treasure?" I giggled as I made my way past them. 

I wondered to myself how Ken got through a day's work without sex. The man was a real stallion. I had never had so much sex in such a short time, ever before. I would be content to step aside when Cathy was fully recovered and able to service his needs, although I enjoyed his lovemaking more each time. I have to say that Ken was an amazing lover, slightly bigger than Des and even somewhat more skilful in his technique, but I was still equally satisfied with Des on an emotional level. His support had opened my eyes to the new pleasures that I was experiencing and his love was very important to me. 

Any slight reservations that I had I felt when I talked to Cathy later about the sex between ourselves, were quickly put aside. We chatted as we normally did, and made little reference to last night's intimacy. She made only passing reference to the orgasm that she had experienced at my hands, very complementary and discrete, over the breakfast that she had made while I was showering with her husband.

I washed the bedclothes after breakfast, stained with baby oil from our activities. Luckily, we had the presence of mind during our encounter to put a sheet over the bed we had shared so as not to damage the expensive blankets. 

Room service had come earlier, but we had called out telling them not to bother as we weren't dressed yet. We thanked them for asking but told them that we would take care of it ourselves. We worked as a team and soon had the place tidy and presentable. It was nearly 2pm by the time we had finished cleaning up after last night's sexual marathon. We checked out of the motel and packed the convertible's large roomy boot with all our gear. 

We hired a gas Bar-B-Que and bought a heap of suitable meat on the way out to Rome. While Ken and Des had been getting the meat and arranging the hire Bar-B-Que, Cathy and I had paid Harold and Heather and he checked Cathy's clit ring. It had healed very well with no real complications. When asked, Cathy smiled and replied that she had no discomfort during any sexual activity and definitely had no vaginal intercourse as per Harold's instructions. Cathy allowed him to photograph his work and promised him she would be back to see him and his lovely wife again. This meant that we were free to travel back to the city either late Sunday or early Monday morning to avoid traffic delays.

We had invited the young group for an afternoon get together last night. It was extremely fortunate that we hadn't invited them for lunch. Cathy had cooked a magnificent breakfast and it had been lunchtime by then anyway.

As we drove past the rest area we tooted and waved to signal our arrival. Melissa, Darlene and Sue came with Tony, David and Cameron in Tony's station wagon. Jill and Greg came on the Jet Ski by water.

There was still three or four hours of daylight ahead so we planned to spend the rest of Sunday at Rome. I told Darlene that we had been to her parent's place and hadn't mentioned meeting her, leaving her free to mention it or not, as she wished. I deliberately hadn't mentioned the property purchase to her parents so she could tell them if she wanted to.

She was grateful for my discretion and we talked about the video project that I had in mind. She volunteered to participate very willingly once I told her that it wouldn't be marketed locally, but overseas. The other girls were enthusiastic about it too. Melissa was the youngest of them but told me that her 18th birthday was next week. Their young partners had no hang-ups about it either if it suited the girls to participate. 

Jill, the other girl with nipple rings, even asked if I would need any others, as her older sister might be interested too. Caroline, Jill's sister, had done a lot of nude photography work in the last couple of years. I told her I would investigate the idea some more and probably start work on it next month. 

Greg gave Ken instructions on driving the Jet Ski and allowed him to take Cathy for a spin on the lake. She came back looking flushed and suggested that I go out too. I jumped on the back with Ken and soon realised the reason for her excitement. I felt free to allow the vibration of the motor and the spray of water to stimulate my clit. I held onto Ken's strong supple body and had a tremendous orgasm as we rode along the water. I reached over to massage his penis at the same time and before long he was enjoying himself as much as I was. We went out further from the shore to recover our composure for the return trip. While we were on the way back I thought of Melissa and Tony and their mysterious absence yesterday, assuming that they had been having the same kind of fun. Another boat passed by on the way back and noticing that we were both naked, waved and yelled their encouragement as they passed by. This was as much fun as flashing truck drivers, only much safer. 

We got back and Greg took Jill for another spin around the lake. Cathy gave me a knowing look and smiled. She had enjoyed her trip too. The afternoon was almost over when we all had our Bar-B-Que. Des looked comical, cooking sausages with an apron on and nothing else. I took a photo of him from behind, with people all around him as he passed out a plate of cooked meat. It was a classic shot and I resolved to get it enlarged for display in a prominent position on the kitchen wall at home.

Once the younger folk had packed up to return home we planned to turn the largest bedroom into our fun room with an extra large King-size bed so that we could all sleep together. After last night, we had all realised that it was much more fun to sleep in the same room.

We wished the electricity was on so that we could stay on in the house for longer but we moved the Bar-B-Que indoors and locked up the house. Before we left, we had another foursome with Cathy and I in the 69 position. Ken pushed his penis into my bottom with some difficulty and Des into Cathy's. It wasn't particularly practical but we all seemed to enjoy trying it anyway. It was a bit of a laugh and it forced my mouth closer to Cathy's genitals as Des thrust his penis forward. 

It was the first time I had tasted another woman's juices, unmasked by flavoured syrup. It was different, but something that I could get used to over time. Nowhere near as unpleasant as I had once imagined. 

We finally set off, after a swim to freshen us up and dressing for the return journey, putting the hood up to make Cathy and I more comfortable in the back seat. It was dark and the traffic light, so we made good time on the way back. We had all enjoyed the weekend and had discovered new aspects of our sexuality that had enhanced and strengthened our relationship. We were as close as four people could be. Des and Ken were completely comfortable with each other's partners and there was now no distinction between my making love with either or both of them together. At no point had there been any discord as yet, but both Cathy and I were determined to work out any argument that may arise in the future amicably and to the mutual satisfaction of us all. 

I could hear Ken and Des talking as Cathy snuggled up against me and drifted off to sleep with her head against my right breast, like a baby, murmuring her satisfaction of the weekend events. I held her tightly and stroked her face. I drifted off to sleep, thinking of the adventures that lay ahead, with a contented smile. 

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 04



I rang the quietly spoken man who had offered Cathy and I a job prior to the long weekend as soon as Des and Ken left for their work on Monday morning. His offer to employ us both for a full day's work sounded wonderful and we needed all the money we could gather in, especially now. When the men weren't thinking about their favourite past-time lately, the talk turned to Rome and how we might be able to afford to do the renovations that needed to be done. I was also determined to buy a Jet Ski, like Greg's.

I could see no harm in meeting him in person, along with Cathy, in his place of business. I knew that he had heard of us through a photographer that we had worked for earlier last week so I expected that he would know what we looked like. Cathy and I enquired at the counter and were immediately ushered into his office and introduced to Kent, the owner. 

He was a tall bespectacled man, dressed impeccably in a grey business suit, about fifty-five years old, with an authoritative presence. He sat down and asked us straight away if we would have any qualms about modelling his rather revealing lingerie in a private setting before selected clients. We replied that if the money was good enough it didn't worry us, qualifying the affirmative with our normal rule about touching. 

He offered us $75 per hour, or $400 per 6hr.day each, when he could arrange it. We normally charged $50 per hour each and most sessions lasted only one or two hours at the most, so we agreed to try a session. He nodded and asked us to remove our clothing so that he could check our bodies for blemishes such as tattoos or birthmarks. 

He closed the door and we complied with his wishes without further ado. 

"No underwear?" His eyes widened when we took off our dresses and. "You girls have lovely firm figures." He mused idly. "Nice body jewellery too. You take good care of yourselves I see." He concluded as he appraised our suitability. "Yes! You'll be fine!" 

He had accepted the clit rings decorating our smoothly shaven pubes. This had been a concern of ours but we had been prepared to remove the jewellery temporarily, if necessary. He offered to employ both of us to do some stills with a photographer. Meanwhile, he invited us to go through another door leading to the main sample storage room.

"Just bring your personal items through here, my dears." Indicating our dresses and handbags. "Leave them off for now." He suggested with a veiled hint of authority. 

On one side of the room there were three dressing tables with full length mirrors, while the other side was filled with rows of samples. There was every sort of lingerie a girl could wish for. There were lockers which he indicated on one wall, as he opened two of them. 

"These are for the underwear items that you will model." He explained. "You are to put the garments that you have modelled into these lockers when you change. As sort of bonus, you may keep these when the range is sold out to be replaced with the latest line." He smiled as he watched us explore the entire range. "I'll just go and arrange for the photographer now if you like? Here's a list of the items that we would like presented." He gave me a list. "I'll just be next door for a while." He said quietly.

We picked the items in suitable sizes for our bodies. The range was extensive and sexually revealing but the quality was first class. I explored the room with Cathy. There was an indefinable scent of new leather and lace as we walked around completely nude that made us feel vulnerable and excited at the same time.

"What if--" Cathy began, with a concerned look as the door opened behind us. I was equally concerned about our safety but we turned quickly back toward the door. 

The photographer came in through the opposite door to Kent's office entryway and told us about his requirements in make-up to suit the lighting in the showroom. It was all extremely professional. He introduced himself as Rick and after advising us on presentation techniques, he went back to the showroom to arrange lighting and camera equipment. For the next two hours we modelled the revealing garments down the elevated catwalk as Rick took snapshots from all angles. Kent, the owner, came in on quite a few occasions and he appeared pleased with our work.

My earlier reservations about the work offer evaporated as we both became confident and at ease. As Cathy was modelling one of the more revealing outfits Rick noticed that her nipples were standing to attention a little more than normal and asked her to highlight them with makeup. She blushed, but obliged him immediately. 

She was totally turned on by the warm lighting and the intimate atmosphere of the room. The backdrop curtain contrasted her amazing body in a very sexy way, with Cathy performing like a seasoned professional. I realized that Rick was pleased with her so with renewed enthusiasm, posed my next shot to highlight my breasts similarly. Kent was enthusiastic in his praise when we finally stopped for lunch. 

"Would you like to model our latest range of BDSM gear after lunch with a few of our clients present?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes. "They'll just be thrilled with you girls." He added. 

I looked at Cathy and she nodded with a smile.

"That might be fun." I agreed. "Say an hour, is it?"

We went out for a leisurely lunch, to a park nearby, discussing the morning's work. We had enjoyed working in front of Rick and he had taught us more about lingerie modelling in the last two hours than we had known previously. We felt ready to try a live audience, without the usual preliminary nerves making us too wooden to relax. We had a drink before returning to the boutique to relax us even further.

We looked, aghast, at the selection of corsets and garters, whips, limb restraints, masks and collars laid out for us in the changing room. We could hear muffled voices in the showroom beyond, suddenly realising that there were a number of people gathering to see us perform in these kinky outfits. With trepidation we removed our dresses and gave each other encouragement. We just hadn't expected the outfits to be so sexually explicit but we couldn't let Kent down. 

Cathy and I were nervous but excited as we helped each other dress in the outfits laid out for us. Most of the outfits were designed to enhance and expose our pubic areas and breasts completely. 

I winced as Cathy tightened the lace up leather corset and adjusted my spiked collar. I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. The thought of walking into a room full of strangers with my breasts bound with leather laces and my pussy fully exposed as it were was making me shake with nervous anticipation, yet strangely, I was abnormally turned on at the same time. 

Cathy was equally turned on as I brushed her quivering nipples with powder before we made an entrance. As we were looking at our images in the full length mirror, Kent came into the room from the office entryway. I stammered and told him how nervous we both were. He smiled and told us that we looked brilliant and knew that his clients were expecting a great showing. He said he would give us a very generous bonus as he expected the range to sell extremely well, with such beautiful models to present them. His voice calmed us both down and we began to trust him. His rich deep voice was extremely persuasive. 

We heard Rick on the intercom, asking if we were ready to present the first outfits. Kent told him to be ready in two minutes with the lighting and cameras. It was too late to back out now, although I realised that I would have been far too nervous to attempt an entrance on my own. We put on the high heeled shoes and it was show-time. The door opened and we walked out together. 

The stage lights were bright as we walked the length of the catwalk in silence, moving slowly and deliberately and turning around half way as Rick had instructed, showing to the audience before moving onward. We posed at the end of the catwalk and turned while Rick took photos at all angles. As soon as my eyes adjusted from the glare I could see mostly middle aged men, and some women to my surprise, eyeing us over appreciatively. As we walked back they clapped and talked between themselves. Cathy was smiling now as she turned toward the audience on both sides standing provocatively with legs apart and hands on hips. I did the same, becoming aroused by all the attention. The tightly cinched corset had a most erotic effect on my swollen labia, opening my inner lips and I could tell that the audience liked what they were seeing. As we left the stage and closed the swing doors behind us the audience applauded loudly. We helped each other to change into the next outfits, sighing with relief and attempting to relax. Our bodies were tensed with excitement and my nipples were fully at attention. My clit was throbbing uncontrollably with sexual tension and I knew that Cathy would be feeling the same. Without her support I knew that I would have chickened out and refused to open the doors. We had ten minutes to change and makeup between showings so there was no time for nervous chatter.

The rest of the afternoon went very well and Cathy and I encouraged each other to new levels of confidence. We worked our way through the outfits laid out by Kent while we were out displaying his gear on the catwalk. We had an interval half way through for refreshment and it was a welcome opportunity to compose ourselves and talk. We hadn't worked so hard for ages. The intervals between showings had been fully occupied with changing and re-adjusting makeup. We were still keyed up with tension but far more comfortable with the sexy outfits by the time the second segment of the exhibition started. 

Once the last items had been presented we had time to shower and change back into our street clothes in an adjoining bathroom. Cathy was ecstatic. We had been out among a room full of strangers, parading in outfits that exposed our bodies more erotically than if we had been totally naked, for the last two hours. She was mindful of the money that we had earned and the accomplishment of what we had dared to do. For my part the job had easily surpassed my experience at the bowling alley at Maple Lake. I didn't have Des to encourage me at the boutique and couldn't wait to share the experience with him later that night. I would ring him as soon as we arrived home. 

Kent had asked us to stay in his office while he attended to his buyers and Rick congratulated us on being such quick learners. 

We had performed beyond his expectations and he was eager to work with us again. He told me that he would give me prints of his better shots for our C.V. portfolio.

When the buyers had all gone Kent sat down with us and said he was pleased with us and would call later that week with more work. He handed us a thousand dollars and said the session had been a complete success. He had orders totalling well over fifty thousand dollars from the clients at the show. He would arrange a similar show for out of town and overseas buyers as soon as possible. He talked to us for half an hour, asking us not to take on work for any other boutiques meanwhile. He informed us that he would make it worth our while. He had already been very generous and I sensed that he would continue to pay us well for our efforts.

"Sir, you have a deal." I said, extending my hand toward him.

After we left, thanking him and shaking hands, we went straight home to plan and discuss the events. Cathy was so excited, bubbling with enthusiasm, that she could hardly sit still as I drove home. Her enthusiasm was so infectious that I almost lost control and had a accident on the way. We stopped at home and went inside. I was on my way to the bedroom to change out of my clothes and ring Des when Cathy came up behind me and turned me toward her. She kissed me so passionately that I found myself returning her advances spontaneously without any reservation.

For the next hour we hugged, kissed and took care of our sexual tension in ways that we hadn't yet experienced together. I was still hyped up from the showing at the boutique but Cathy's rampant libido evidently surpassed mine. We brought ourselves to climax in waves of orgasmic delight. Unlike our first tentative experience, I revelled in pleasuring her, this time with complete abandon. I was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the intimacy between us now. My years of aversion to the thought of lesbian lovemaking forgotten. I understood that Cathy and I, although still preferring heterosexual contact, were close enough to one and other to enjoy sexual stimulation without our men. 

We showered and went out to the pool area. In our first day back from the lake we had earned more money, having fun, than either of us was able to earn in a week's work of doing normal jobs. I was looking forward to the day that we could earn more money than our husband's did, in a far more exciting way. We laughed together as we discussed the nervous tension, mixed with exhilaration, that we had felt prior to the first showing. We knew there were people out there but not who, how many, or what type of people they were. Even in my daring exhibition at the bowling alley I knew that I was in front of a younger, more liberated sort of audience. There was a new dimension in the job's unknown danger factor, that had threatened to undermine my confidence and composure, making the new job even more thrilling.

Cathy cooked and I prepared the table while we waited for Des and Ken's arrival around 5-30pm. Due to my welcome experience with Cathy I had forgotten to ring Des earlier, as planned. Still, I looked forward to telling both of them when they arrived home. 

They had signed the agreement for sale and purchase with the vendor's solicitor and arranged for the power supply at Rome early in the day. Knowing about our potential client, they hadn't tried to ring us.

They had made lots of arrangements regarding the property, in between clients, at the bank. 

We showed them the financial result from our job that day. Ken was wide eyed and Des asked if we had been out turning tricks or something. We laughed and told them about the day's work. Cathy and I alternated, telling them about the outfits we wore and emphasising all the sensual details. Needless to say they were impressed. Cathy and Ken stayed over again and we spent the night very pleasurably, together in one bed.

It was Wednesday morning when Cathy answered the phone to Kent's soft voice. She rushed outside and asked me to make the arrangements with him. I had assumed the role of handling all business dealings by common consent between all of us. The men were beginning to realise that my ideas were sound and profitable and even more importantly, capable of generating more income for all of us. Over time, we hoped to make our early retirement to Rome possible with my various money making schemes. I had recently come up with some ideas for promoting the property values at Maple Lake, after securing more real estate in the town for ourselves. Our house would go on the market soon so that we could buy more property near the lake while maintaining Ken and Cathy's apartment in the city for us all to live in. Des wasn't so concerned to maintain discretion in the city on account of his job. He had seen many other properties around the lakefront, almost as good as Rome, going very cheaply.

I picked up the phone. Kent was had arranged a group of out of town buyers for Thursday afternoon at 1pm. He asked us to come over at 11am to talk and have lunch with him before that display. I had no hesitation in agreeing to this request straight away. 

Then, he asked if we could we possibly come back at 7pm for a second showing. I hesitated. He knew that Cathy and I were married. 

"I can definitely arrange Thursday during the day but our husbands will be annoyed if we are out in the evening without them." I explained. Thoughtful silence followed.

"Your husbands would be welcome to attend." He urged, adding. "I would make it very worth your while financially, of course. The buyers are very keen to do business and I would hate to disappoint them." He concluded, sounding hopeful. 

"Let me discuss this and ring you back in an hour." I said.

Cathy was excited. The possibility of earning more money, and having our men there for moral support, was too good to miss. I knew that Kent would pay handsomely if we co-operated. He may well turn out to be the best client we could hope for. I rang Des. He and Ken would be delighted to attend. 

I surprised myself when I negotiated a deal with Kent. Cathy and I would be guaranteed a minimum of three percent of sales generated from our show or one hundred dollars per hour each, whichever was the greater. In addition, Ten per cent of sales that Cathy and I could generate by selling the gear outside of the boutique's own operation including lingerie. 

I was thinking of selling his gear at private parties that we could organise ourselves. The deal would guarantee our availability for any shows that Kent could organise. Kent agreed on the basis that we would assist his sales by mingling with some of the buyers after the show, to promote his products. We made the stipulation that there would be no week-end work and two days notice would be given to us for any evening work. Kent was impressed with my business acumen and agreed to the new arrangement. 

"There is a big market out there for us to satisfy" he said, as we terminated the call.

I expected that our dream of earning more than two merchant bankers was within our sight. The retail mark-up alone on lingerie was 100% and we would be getting ten per cent off the manufacturers wholesale price. The financial possibilities were gratifying to say the least. 

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 05



Thursday morning, we dressed and went over to the boutique to meet Kent at 11am. as arranged. He had prepared a contract for us to peruse, outlining the new arrangement fully, as I had requested.

Kent had been considering hiring ladies to promote his products, but seemed happy to have this business arrangement with Cathy and myself. He designed the products himself. Manufacture was largely contracted out to a number of factories who competed for his work. He wholesaled to specialist boutiques all over the world, as well as others around the country, listing those for us so that we didn’t target those areas where his clients were represented.

We enjoyed an expensive lunch at Kent’s invitation and commenced our second showing at 1pm. There were few photos taken but Rick was there to announce and organise the seating, as he had done the first time. His tips with make-up and lighting were highly appreciated by Kent and of course, ourselves.

We loosened up, spending more time on the catwalk and speeded up our changes between showings. The audience, largely men this time, were more boisterous than previously and the atmosphere was encouraging. I hoped that this would mean better sales as I moved seductively on the catwalk. I soon became aware that certain well dressed business people were worth playing to. 

Kent noticed and told us that they were his best prospects, asking us to keep up the good work. He was friendlier toward us than our first day although very professional in his approach anyway. I hadn’t signed the contract, promising him that I would look at it later. I could sense that he would honour the terms, signed or not.

After the 3pm finish of our showing, as promised we stayed and mingled with the guests after the show, encouraging them to buy more than they intended. When they left Kent said the orders would be well in excess of the Monday showing. He said we helped to secure better orders than he would have thought possible. If we did the same this evening, both he and ourselves would prosper accordingly. We drank to a long and mutually beneficial relationship.

That evening we all arrived promptly at seven pm. Des and Ken had been impressed with the terms of contract so Cathy and I had signed them before we left home. I introduced Kent to our husbands and his copy of our contract was handed to Kent between introductions. Kent immediately raised the afternoon’s results. The orders had so far exceeded Seventy thousand dollars which meant over two thousand dollars would go directly to Cathy and I. 

“These two ladies are incredibly good for my business.” `Kent enthused to Des.

The show started at 8pm sharp. We never saw the clients before our first appearance on the catwalk. It was always a thrill to walk out in a glare of lights to a room full of strangers, dressed in Kent’s revealing outfits. We would be busy in the dressing room, applying makeup to both our faces and bodies to accentuate the dramatic style of the BDSM. gear and accessories. 

The crowd tonight was bigger than this afternoon, the buyers younger and a few ladies in the mix as well. There must have been over fifty people in all. A subdued audience as we walked in, but when we moved toward the end of the catwalk turning toward the spectators then pausing before continuing along, we were relieved to hear them talking excitedly to each other. Then as we moved back pausing more often and posing for longer the audience became more vocal in their appreciation of our efforts.

My eyes, now adjusted to the light, focused on Des and Ken sitting at a table at the back of the auditorium, smiling broadly. I had told them what to expect but I could see that they were surprised by the dramatic effect of our gear. 

The sexually excited state of our bodies was plain to see, even without the makeup on our nipples and vulvas to accentuate the effect. As we left the stage the audience erupted into spontaneous applause. Kent was smiling as he handed over the next items and assisted our change into the next outfits. He knew this night would be a big success. The rest of the show went according to plan, finishing just after Ten o’clock amidst cheering and calls to come back on stage. We showed the last items twice, a leather bra exposing most of our breasts, a tight corset of open weave leather, fish net crutch-less pantyhose and six inch stiletto heels. We bowed and waved as we walked through the door to the sound of prolonged applause. 

We rushed to shower and change into our famous togas. We had brought them with us tonight as Cathy and I had anticipated our husband’s reaction to the show. We wanted to be available to them on the way home. We mingled with all the guests liberally as Kent took orders from most of those present. With the light togas we were wearing I still felt naked and vulnerable as we chatted to the most likely prospects among buyers. It must have had the desired effect on the sales that followed. Des and Ken gave Kent a hand as there were too many eager buyers for him to handle, alone. 

When the last guest left around midnight, Kent was overjoyed. 

He offered Des and Ken a drink so we sat till 1am discussing sales, marketing and of course banking. Des was keen to do business with Kent at a later date. We totalled up the confirmed sales at just over One hundred thousand dollars with another twenty thousand to be confirmed.

Incredibly we had earned around seven thousand dollars for 15hrs work. While realising that this week had been exceptional, that represented darned good income. I promised myself immediate new renovations to Rome, our idyllic weekender, as a reward. 

Kent handed me a large envelope that Rick had left for Cathy and I. We had been too busy with the clients when he left. It was full of large prints featuring our work on the Monday.

It goes without saying that the trip home was memorable, the rest of the night fantastic. Cathy of course, still unable to indulge fully, was more gratified than ever with anal pleasures. Along with the growing array of sex toys, accumulated largely by the men, Cathy and I had visited a sex shop and bought a variety of delights that men don’t seem to think of.

Over the next few weeks both Cathy and I had our nipples and belly buttons pierced by Harold, after consultation with Kent and Rick. 

I was keen to get Rick’s opinion as we didn’t want to spoil the aesthetic appeal of our bodies from his point of view. Heather had assured us that small sleepers could be placed so as to be almost invisible, in time being removable if necessary for long periods.

Kent seemed to think that piercing, nipples in particular, could only add to the theme of his more erotic costumes. We settled on small rings which could be added to or disguised as necessary.

We exercised daily by the pool at home, primarily to keep our bodies in trim, much to the delight of the elderly man next door. We made eye contact with him one day and waved to him. He rang our number and apologised profusely for watching us, begging us not to tell his wife. 

Cathy answered the phone and told him that we enjoyed his attention and that we had known for a long time that he was watching. After that he became bolder and opened the window, watching us openly. He would send us flowers and candy at least once a week with the words ‘From an anonymous admirer.’ printed on the card.

We sold lingerie and some of the more raunchy items from Kent’s extensive range of goods so well that Cathy and I had no time for other modelling work. 

Kent and Rick became our only clients. We were comfortable with this arrangement as trust had developed between us all to the point where Cathy did an overnight location shoot for Rick without my presence. She was treated with respect and felt totally at ease, shooting at a remote beach location with Rick on her own.

The money from our business all went toward the alterations and re-decoration of Rome which was finished within one month. The men had bought two other properties meanwhile, keeping Tony and David busy full time altering or renovating the buildings. 

We all lived at our house now, furniture from the apartment being utilised at Rome. Ken sold his car and Cathy’s too. We bought the big convertible when the dealer traded my car for a great price. As the summer break approached, Des and Ken alternated their leave so that Cathy and I could spend most of the six weeks at Maple Lake. 

Rick had helped Des with technical advice and we planned to shoot the Nude Aerobics video during the break. Kent’s schedule of summer showing was adjusted to give us six weeks away from the city. 

We made a point of having a meeting twice a week where the four of us would discuss only business. All ideas would be analysed, rehashed, evaluated and fine-tuned for implementation. I chaired every one of the meetings, largely because Des respected my instincts in business ahead of the rest of our group. He and Ken were both happy to be guided by me in our business dealings since the contract that I had negotiated with Kent proved to be so successful. Cathy had always believed in me and readily endorsed my leadership. 

Ken had an idea at one of our business meetings before the break. He had met a client who belonged to an underground BDSM. club and his idea was to supply all the various costumes to the club on a regular basis. Many of the members were wealthy businessmen from all over the country and spent huge money indulging their secret passion of dressing up and acting out their fantasies. 

They had an old warehouse in the inner city that they had converted into a lavish meeting room with adjoining dungeons and punishment rooms. Ken’s idea was to lead Cathy and I into the club, dressed in Kent’s gear. He would dress as Master with Cathy and I as his slaves. One Thursday night we would dress up, masked and chained by our nipples and clits, in high heels while Des brought the bags of samples. Ken would then parade us around the room, forcing us to strip and change in the middle of the room to the musical theme of; The story of O. Cathy was enthralled, I was nervously excited and Des had his reservations but we all agreed to try it.

On that night Cathy and I dressed in two of Kent’s most revealing costumes covered only by overcoats and went into town. We carried blindfolds of black satin and walked into the foyer of the building. Before entering the room, Ken blindfolded us and took off our coats while Des went inside to video the event. When he opened the door I could tell the room was packed with people by the noise within. 

Waiting for at least ten minutes outside, I had felt the cool evening air caress my naked nipples and my clitoris swelled with a mixture of fear and excitement. This was totally different to the shows at the boutique. There we were in control of the events, parading in front of people that we could see who had all been selected by Kent as a suitable audience. 

There was a feeling of vulnerable helplessness that served to make us deliciously apprehensive at this venue. It’s hard to describe the sensation of waiting outside a noisy roomful of anonymous spectators, dressed in gear that revealed and accentuated our highly charged sexual states, adequately. I found myself wobbling in high heels and trembling with a fast approaching orgasm. I held Cathy’s arm for support and waited, feeling myself getting wetter in my exposed vagina. The tension of waiting outside with our blindfolds on produced a sense of unease and yet I found myself immersed in a feeling of helplessness to prevent our forced exposure to unknown strangers in the room. I heard the haunting musical theme begin as the double doors were opened and I felt a slight tug on my chained clit. There was an audible gasp from the people in the room as we walked in. Even in spite of the humiliation that we suffered that night I found myself drawn like a moth to the flame. It was both the weirdest and yet most exciting thing that I had ever done. 

I held my head high as I walked to the middle of the room, knowing by the shocked reactions of the occupants and the excited chatter that followed that we had made a real impact on their visual senses. 

My initial fears only slightly subsided, as I felt Kens hands stop me when we reached the centre of the room. I had only watched a video of the movie, ‘The story of O.’ But I trusted Des and Ken to keep us safe. 

The blindfolds were removed, after the music finished, and I could see that Cathy was equally fulfilled by the experience. Her body clearly revealed her advanced state of sexual excitement. By now we were both hopelessly addicted to showing our bodies in progressively more dangerous and erotic situations. 

The room was full of both men and women in all manner of fetish gear. I was surprised to see so many men dressed as slaves and women role-playing as dominatrix mistresses. Some of them made me shudder with their probing salacious looks, eyeing our bodies appreciatively. I would never have believed the large number of people that indulged in such kinky behaviour. Some of the proposals and suggestions that Ken received, while he paraded us around the room, even made me blush. We would both be grateful when the show was over and we left with the members various orders. 

Ken, the bastard, even used a soft riding whip on our bottoms as we were changing into the last outfits, to everybody’s amusement. I vowed that Cathy and I would tie him up and return the favour when we got home. I had to admit that it added to the dramatic impact of the situation and even although Cathy weakly protested, it did bring a lovely pink glow to her beautiful naked bottom. 

We drove home, laughing and merrily calculating that the evening had been a wonderful experience, at least financially. The ongoing orders would be quite lucrative to us in the future. I decided that it would not be part of our regular routine to visit that club again, though. I had enjoyed the leering eyes of some of the men as they focused on my vaginal area but the women were just too creepy. Even at this point, I wasn’t used to being found sexually attractive to other women or touched intimately by them. 

It was different with Cathy because I loved her as part of my family.

Cathy was still mildly annoyed with Ken that night and ignored him for a while, cuddling up to Des and I. I think he got her, none too subtle, message loud and clear. Our relationship was back to normal soon enough, however. 

Cathy enjoyed double penetration too much to be angry with him for very long. We still had our small squabbles but we were always much too protective of our unique relationship to allow petty arguments to spoil things for us.

We prepared for our holidays that week whilst eagerly anticipating our completed renovations at Rome. Melissa and Tony were now renting the other lakeside property that the men had acquired and the men had David and Tony working on their latest project, a rundown older house elevated on a hill overlooking the entire district. 

We planned to sell this one on completion of the work, before the summer was over. It had been unoccupied for years but enjoyed privacy among the trees with commanding views of the town centre and the lake. We calculated that the profit from the resale would allow us to purchase a further lakeside property. Des and Ken structured our loans so that the interest payments were almost negligible and were easily covered by rent, leaving the principal to be repaid when the values rose in a few years time. 


The last weekend had been raining so we spent the time organising a lease on a brand new Jet Ski and trailer to tow behind our new convertible. Cathy and I would drive Des’s BMW up to the lake the day before to get things organised for the holiday.

Cathy and I set out early Thursday morning in Des’s car, taking our time and intending to alternate driving duties. Cathy couldn’t resist flashing her body so she took off her dress and put it in the back seat as I drove. She had new nipple jewellery with a gold chain to connect her two golden rings. I had to concentrate on my driving when we pulled alongside a rig but I could still see Cathy exhibiting and waving to the drivers. It made me remember the first time I had done the same. It was always a thrill for her and the rig drivers always responded well. 

We were so alike, Cathy and I. We looked forward to our first night together, alone and without the men at Rome. I continued driving for the rest of the way, knowing that Cathy was enjoying the trip and not wishing to spoil her fun.

When we arrived we went straight to the lake for a refreshing swim. We couldn’t help noticing how serene and peaceful it was as we lay under a tree drying off before unpacking the car. We dreamed of the day when we could spend all our time here at Maple Lake. I drifted off to sleep.

“Wake up, Barb. Lunchtime!” 

Cathy had unpacked the car and prepared lunch while I had been fast asleep. I felt guilty that she had done all this while I lay sleeping by the lake. 

“God! I must have drifted off.” I apologised she helped me to my feet. She smiled warmly at me. 

“You needed it after that long drive. I didn’t mind a bit, my love. Lets go and freshen up.” She suggested.

For the first time, I initiated the lovemaking that followed. I kissed her with passion and urgency as I led her to the bed, knowing that she was responding with greater enthusiasm than I often did. She was a true bi-sexual, gaining as much satisfaction from my own advances as she did with our men. She had known all along that I was less eager than she was, but she climaxed spontaneously as I lay her gently down stroking and kissing her. I had always felt guilty about having her lead our lovemaking together, instinctively aware that I was responding less enthusiastically than she would have liked. I was proud that on this occasion I had fulfilled her needs, initiating the action. Our bond grew even stronger that night as we enjoyed each other without male company. I surrendered entirely, any guilt about our previous encounters and she was happier than I had even seen her.

The next morning I drove into town to buy groceries and meat. Cathy and I explored the township facilities fully. Strangely, we had never had the chance to spend a whole day shopping at Maple Lake all by ourselves. On the last occasion we had to get back to the motel for lunch with our husbands.

We had an early lunch at a small coffee lounge before picking up the perishables and returning to Rome, much later in the day. We put everything away and tidied up the house. The bathroom was quite magnificent now, larger that the motel’s had been with two adjoining showerheads with a centre drain in the middle of a tiled floor and a bath with spa jets at the far end. 

Open planned and spacious with two toilet cubicles nearer the door and two wash basin vanities between on one side of the wall. The builders had done a top job and it suited our needs perfectly. It was 

a real transformation from the smaller, unattractive bathroom we had seen the first day. 

Cathy and I showered together, planning the rest of the day and evening ahead. The men were expected to arrive late that night or maybe early the next morning. As they would be towing a trailer we figured they would leave late to avoid the traffic. We decided to rest until dinnertime. It was cloudy but still warm so I suggested we go out on the new deck and set up the deck furniture and lay down with a cold drink. It was still only around 3pm so the lake was tranquil. 

Cathy had noticed a canoe that the young men had left by the boatshed with two paddles. She and I decided to go out for a paddle around the lake. As usual, while we were relaxing around the property we were both completely nude. We decided not to take any clothing with us. The only other craft on the lake were dinghies with fishermen, we assumed, because they weren’t moving about. 




Addicted to Attention Ch. 05



We paddled around the shore at first, then going further out toward the fishermen. Cathy noticed the water level around our bottoms was steadily rising as we approached the middle of the lake. We hadn’t worried about it as the cool water felt refreshing around our pubic areas. However, we soon noticed there was nothing to bale out with and the water level appeared to be rising more quickly all the time. By now were much closer to the fishermen than the shore and we were starting to panic, just a bit, thinking we may sink the canoe long before we could reach the shore again. 

There was little choice, we decided to approach the nearest dinghy with two older men on board. We called out as we approached, asking for their assistance. The water was lapping around our belly buttons by now and the canoe was rapidly becoming unstable.

The men were surprised to see us, but put down their rods and rowed toward us when they noticed our plight. I recognised the manager of the bowling alley when they drew alongside. They were lightly dressed, as the day had been warm, but one man gallantly offered us his shirt when he noticed our naked breasts. We were immediately at ease with both of them and declined politely, thanking him for his chivalry none the less. 

“Well, I must say you ladies have turned our luck around. It’s not every day that we’re treated to such a lovely feast for our old eyes.” The older gent exclaimed, with a wry smile on his face. 

They were really helpful, passing us their bait bucket and chatting to us while we bailed out the water. 

It didn’t take too long to bail out the canoe and we soon stabilised the frail craft as the water level dropped. We talked with them for nearly an hour alongside their dinghy and they became far more at ease with our nudity, which by now was fairly obvious. 

Gerald, the manager, recognised me as one of the body jewellery contestants now that he could see the jewellery decorating my exposed pussy. He admired my new additions since that night and he couldn’t help noticing that Cathy was similarly adorned. He said that business that night of the contest had never been so good or as profitable.

He was thinking of having a late night body painting or other such event on a more regular basis on Saturday nights in an attempt to recreate the amazing atmosphere of that evening. He asked us if we had any similar ideas that might help to stimulate trade.

I promised to think about it and give him some ideas, telling him a bit about our business as models for a major lingerie company and our role in sales after the showings.

By the time we left I had agreed to meet with him in his office later that evening to discuss business further. I assured him that we could come up with many mutually beneficial ideas for him to consider.

Gerald and his companion rowed alongside for a while, for safety reasons they assured us, but we all knew that they were enjoying the sight of two friendly naked ladies alongside their boat.

This was going to be a fun and profitable holiday I decided. 

Cathy and I had enjoyed flashing them while we were talking, and had certainly noticed their keen appreciation of our assets.

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 06



Cathy and I returned the canoe to the shore, still discussing the possibilities of helping to create events at the alley which might be of some interest to Gerald. The mission would be to construct events that would induce the entrants to disrobe completely, once the mood was conducive and encouraging, without giving the management legal problems, dependant on the disposition of the crowd. It was probably important that any nudity appeared to be spontaneous. All through dinner I considered the possibilities that seemed to be unfolding here at Maple Lake. Gerald had appeared genuinely interested in our opinions and suggestions. 

We remembered the deal I had negotiated with Kent and resolved to negotiate a similar deal with Gerald as well, if possible. The chance that we could make money at the weekend, as well as a formidable income during the week, were looking good at this stage.

Cathy prepared dinner as I continued to consider ways of coming to a mutually beneficial arrangement with Gerald. Even without checking the books, I knew the potential of the recreation centre as a premium business opportunity for the future and from what Gerald had told me business had been steadily increasing over the past year.

Once we had eaten I offered Cathy a massage before we dressed to go into town to speak to Gerald. We still had time to spare and Cathy appeared to be quite tense since our near disaster out on the lake. I asked her what she thought about my idea to get involved in the bowling alley business as she lay back on the bed and I prepared to ease her aching muscles. 

She liked the idea but couldn't see how we might manage to achieve financial benefits for ourselves. As I rolled Cathy over gently to massage her back she smiled at me. 

"You're the best businesswoman I've ever known, I'll leave all the negotiations to you." 

She never questioned my decisions and always complied with my wishes, whether in business or personal matters. I felt a deep love for this nubile young lady that filled my heart with total contentment as I tenderly massaged the scented oil over her back. When I reached her bottom, she spread her legs and raised her bottom to expose her sex to my probing fingers. I brushed my hand inside her thighs, teasing her clitoris as my thumb entered her bottom. She responded sensuously, gasping and wiggling her lower body around, signalling her enjoyment of the new sensation. We had been lovers last night, experimenting with a double dildo and vibrators of all types, but had never used our fingers inside each other before. 

My ministrations were becoming more urgent as I explored her vagina with my other hand until she screamed in ectatic convulsions as she orgasmed again and again. 

"That's the second time you've satisfied me so much," She sighed, as she recovered her composure. "I've always loved you, but I knew you were uptight about it." She whispered softly. 

"I know darling, but never again." I promised her. "What we have together is so special to me that I could never feel this way with anybody else."

She told me that the reason she was so annoyed with Ken, the night we went to the Hell Fire Club, was that she had really wanted to play the role of my slave that evening. Her own humiliation had been secondary to the way Ken had treated me, apparently. She now realised that she had taken out her frustration on Ken because she was unable to tell me how much she really loved me.

"I feel the same way now my darling." I explained to her, as I led her into the shower. "I never realised that I could love another woman this way." I said candidly. 

That evening we went out to the Bowling Alley to meet Gerald and discuss business. We left a note inside the house, telling our men where we were in case they arrived. Both dressed in our togas for maximum effect, I was determined to succeed. Cathy wore an almost see through one that accentuated her breasts in a most flattering way for that night. I was slightly more conservative than normal as I wanted to keep Gerald's attention on business rather than my body. It was only Friday night but there was a reasonable crowd of young adult people enjoying the facilities. I asked for Gerald and we were soon ushered into his comfortable office. He offered us a drink amidst the usual pleasantries. 

Cathy sat to one side while Gerald and I got down to business. He was trickier to deal with than Kent but he showed us his books, going back over the last three years. I noted a steady increase in turnover over the years but a huge rise the night of the body jewellery event in both food and drinks. Even allowing for the prizes given to every entrant, his profits that night had not been better. 

Even the previous long weekend when attendance had been greater, the receipts had not exceeded that night. He would almost certainly go for a deal like the one that I had in mind. 

I told him that Cathy and I would both encourage other entrants, in similar contests, to lose their inhibitions and provide a show which would encourage his sales accordingly. In return, I told him we would be interested in a full business partnership with him. I briefly explained that we had a similar arrangement with a large lingerie firm in the city and had boosted sales of their products, over doubling the sales for that firm. He was quite interested, judging by his reactions.

When Cat and I walked out two hours later we had a really terrific contract envisaged subject to Saturday night's results, to be signed up on Monday with our husbands present. We would have full charge of the entertainment schedule, contributing our ideas for evaluation and his decision finally. The additional profits would be shared on an equal basis. We could have a half share in the entire operation based on our expertise and financial contribution if everything went well.

Cathy was over the moon, her excitement growing as she praised my initiative in leading the business meeting slowly toward our family involvement in the entire operation. She admitted that she could never have been audacious enough to suggest a full partnership in such a large entertainment complex, easily the biggest in town. She was proud when I had described her as my best friend and business partner when discussing the final threads of the business plan with Gerald. Cathy's self esteem had mushroomed in that room and I was pleased that she had been present throughout the delicate negotiations. 

"You did your share by looking gorgeous and interesting." I told her sincerely. "The old bugger couldn't keep his eyes off your tits, so he couldn't concentrate on business to his full potential." I laughed. We had determined earlier on that Gerald was a widower and enjoyed the company of beautiful women enormously. 

"If we are all getting what we want out of the meeting it must be seen as an enormous success." I explained when we drove out of the car park noting Gerald, standing at his office window, watching our departure. Des's new BMW added nicely to our credibility.

"Our big job now, is to deliver the goods and make Saturday night the best show we've ever done." I mused with her. 

The talent show, already advertised, didn't allow the opportunity I would have liked but as the night progressed I had an idea that had appealed to Gerald when I had brought it up at the meeting. Basically, an announcement would be made during the talent show that a special contest would be held, later in the night, that would appeal to all the adventurous ladies out there. Details to follow later! At the conclusion of the talent show, depending on the numbers of patrons and age group remaining, I would have them announce the contest that I would determine most suitable. I guaranteed Gerald that it would involve nudity, but nothing too lewd or illegal. 

He, of course, had subsequently agreed to leave it to me.

We were in a buoyant mood as we drove into Rome, parking to leave room for the convertible when the boys arrived home. It was nearly midnight so they would probably be here by breakfast, I reasoned. We were disappointed but half expected them to sleep at home before leaving for Maple Lake. Cathy wanted to give me a massage to relieve my tension. 

Spreading a waterproof cover over the bed again first, I lay face down spreading my legs and cradling my face on top of my arms. Her touch was soothing and sensuous as she straddled my body from above. She rubbed around my neck removing any tenseness and worked her way down, lovingly caressing the side of my breasts on the way. I was totally relaxed as she allowed the warm oil to run down between the cheeks of my bottom, anticipating her fingers would follow. 

She teased me for 20 minutes by going straight for my ankles and feet, kneading the muscles of my calf and lower thighs. I was almost going to ask when I felt her fingers move upward on my inner thigh, slowly working up to my moist and eager vagina. She then moved to my outer hips. I could have screamed, she was still teasing me. When she finally touched my genitals I shuddered in the grip of the longest awaited, most eagerly anticipated orgasm I had yet experienced. She continued to stroke, probe and stimulate me as I shuddered with pleasure, orgasming unashamedly for what seemed an impossible length of time. I looked at her, smiling at me with such love, tenderness and devotion radiating from her eyes that it brought me to tears. 

She was such an expert lover. I felt pangs of jealousy toward Ken. 

That's when I knew that I was bisexual, just as she was. There was no longer any denying it, I loved her to the point where I couldn't live without her. She was as happy as I've ever seen her. 

Words were unnecessary and indeed superfluous as we kissed, hugged and cried together with joy. We had a bond that would never be broken or upset, even by our husbands, for the rest of our lives. At some point in the lovemaking that followed, I found myself using the same endearment that Ken often used with Cathy. 

I simply called her Cat. It seemed so appropriate and Cathy loved it. When Des and Ken arrived the next morning, we were still together, our bodies entwined in a lovers embrace, fast asleep. Des looked astonished as he woke us with a kiss and announced their arrival. 

Ken joked that we seemed to not need anybody else. I looked at Cat and reassured them that they were still our number one lovers and Cat hurriedly agreed but implicitly, we alone knew the truth.

Cat raved about my business coup and over breakfast we had a fruitful business meeting. Des listened intently as I explained the need to impress Gerald tonight, to obtain the most favourable terms and gain the ultimate share for ourselves in the proposed contract.

Des commented that if I went to work at his bank I would be president within a year. This was the ultimate accolade from my husband. 

I just smiled as I told him that all my knowledge originated from him. We spent most of the morning launching and taking turns on my new Jet Ski. It was nicer than Greg's one, with a more powerful motor and better seating. It had a handle on the back so that it was possible to tow a skier behind it with the passenger acting as lookout, sitting back to back with the driver. 

Melissa and Tony arrived around 10am and I took Melissa for a spin while the men discussed their development of the old house. 

I invited Melissa to the alley that night with all her friends and told her there would be a contest later in the night, that Cathy and I would enter. She had stripped off her bikini, as she normally did these days, before she even got out of the car. All the young group of friends knew that we always went nude at Rome and they now felt uncomfortable in togs whenever they visited with us. It was not asked but had it become normal practice with all of them. 

Jill's sister Caroline was here this weekend, Melissa told me, and would be a sure starter in the video if we made it this weekend. I suggested that we all get together later for a luncheon Bar-B-Que and discuss the evening ahead. 

"The video too." I added.

Melissa jumped into the car with Tony, still naked. I noticed that she drove back to the other property without putting her togs back on. She had changed her attitude a lot since I had first met her. 

It was eleven o'clock now, and Ken was randy, so we went inside to talk and make love together. There weren't going to be a lot of other opportunities for the rest of the day if all our young friends were coming over after 1pm. 

Cat was all for it. She grabbed both Ken and Des and gleefully ran into the bedroom. Ken and Cat both had high libidos along with amazing recovery time, on Ken's part. Des didn't seem to mind, being content to watch as Ken made love to me while Cathy did her best to encourage his desires. She was as much an expert with men as women, always willing to try anything.

We all agreed not to tell any of the young friends any details of the business arrangement, partly because it had yet to be finalised. Most importantly, I decided, because I didn't want to coerce Melissa into participating if she wasn't comfortable in doing so. Out of loyalty to us, she might. We wanted all of them to make their own independent decision on this one. We valued their friendship far too highly to allow misguided loyalty to be the reason, if they participated. I would make that clear to them later in the evening. 

Des had a thought, in regard to the contest, which upon reflection we all fine tuned. An announcement would be made appealing to any fashion minded, inventive and definitely adventurous women in the audience. Essentially a makeshift bikini contest with a shipwreck theme would be presented to the audience, practically guaranteed to result in some unintended nudity.

As the afternoon progressed, along with all our young friends we played in the water and out, practised aerobics to music as we threw ideas around regarding the contest. By the time we all went into town there were a number of ideas for fun events. Cathy stayed with the group while Des and I organised the details with Gerald. It was pleasing to note that the patrons that night were similar in type to the earlier, successful late night event. Upwardly mobile young adults, casually attired and looking for fun.

The announcement was made early in the evening so that by the time the talent show was nearly finished, three hours later, there was a large crowd of eager young men daring their girlfriends or wives to enter the event. I was surprised that at least thirty attractive young ladies went to the changing rooms backstage to participate. 

We had already set the changing room up with a range of accessories suitable to fashion into makeshift beachwear. Some of the young ladies were helping one and other into costume and providing constructive criticism to each other on their choices. 

By the time the third entry walked forward, the crowd was clapping and hooting their approval. The costume was so skimpy and insecure that it fell apart half way. Fortunately, the young lady appeared to revel in the good natured applause and only made a token attempt to cover up. Now the crowd was in the mood, the bar was busy and everyone was having a great time, including all the remaining contestants. Many of them, egged on by the crowd accidentally tripped or lost their covering to reveal more than they had intended. 

My small loincloth, secured by my waist chain, split apart halfway to the end of the catwalk. Upon reaching the end of the catwalk I threw the flowers which were hooked though my nipple rings into the crowd in a gesture of helplessness and walked back, practically nude, to enthusiastic applause. Only two of the ladies ran back into the dressing room to cover up. All the rest stayed out on the stage to encourage the others. 

After the show many tables stayed full of people, congratulating and inviting the contestants to have drinks with them. There was no unruly behaviour and it was evident that everybody had enjoyed the evening enormously. Due to the lateness of the hour I made arrangements with Gerald to meet for lunch on Sunday at Rome in order to detail our future arrangements. He was keener than ever to deal with us. We told our young friends that we had an important business meeting at Rome on Sunday, possibly resulting in our family buying into the entertainment complex. Tony and Melissa were thrilled at the prospect. The only members of the group to have entered that evening had been Jill and Caroline. Greg had urged them to enter, right from the first announcement. The others had stayed in the audience to encourage the participants. Tony had ideas to do renovations to the inside layout of the centre, which on completion would provide more popular facilities with the younger patrons by day. It would also keep him busy after the completion of the job at the old house.

Gerald arrived at Rome promptly at 1pm as arranged. Over a leisurely lunch, dutifully prepared and served by Cathy, we learned that Gerald had been planning to retire within two years. He had no dependents, his wife having died eighteen months ago. He had lost his interest in the running of the centre at that point and had tried to sell up. The profits weren't good enough to realise the price that he needed in order to sell, without losing some of his capital in the process.

I suggested that we set the price now. We would buy the whole operation within two years, meanwhile buying a full partnership in the property and the business at the agreed price. After lunch Des and Ken looked over the books, valuations and other pertinent details of the venture. We finally shook hands on a deal which met all our needs and gave everybody satisfaction. 

The property would be ours within two years. Gerald, meanwhile, would secure his retirement on a much more comfortable basis. We would all meet on Monday at Gerald's solicitor's office to formalise the arrangements in a binding contract We were aware that the town was growing at a rapid rate and although the business was now largely a weekend success only, the future potential was very exciting. We were all in on the ground floor of one of the best and most profitable ventures that Des and Ken had seen. We went to town to celebrate with a meal at the restaurant after calling in to inform Tony and Melissa.

The rest of their friends had left for the weekend but Melissa would contact them and give them the news. We made arrangements to see David and Darlene on Monday at the old house after the contract was finalised.

Des, Ken and Cat all toasted the amazing business coup with champagne at the restaurant as we planned the next six weeks of our break from the city. I was the centre of attention with them as they all looked to me for the final decision on every idea that we bandied around that evening. The restaurant was quiet so we were discrete when the staff were around, careful not to allow any details of the deal we were discussing to be overheard.

The mood was ebullient as we paid our bill and headed for home just before midnight. We noted that the bowling alley was closing up, with few patrons in evidence. Most of the business for the week was done on the weekends and holidays. We could work on ways to change that over the next two years, I decided.

Business conferences and special mid week events would be planned to increase the profits while overheads remained relatively low. I had many ideas to make Maple Lake a tourist destination of choice. Gerald's books had shown that we were on the right path toward that end. 

Cat was affectionately caressing me all the way home, her lovely scented body awaking desires in me that I wouldn't have deemed possible, not long ago. I knew that this evening was going to be memorable in every way.




Addicted to Attention Ch. 06



My life had changed in so many ways over the last three months. Both Des and Ken now regarded me with so much more respect as the love between us all had developed to the point of total group contentment, with no personal jealousies or inhibitions. It was clearly up to me to lead our future as business leader, peacemaker and lover to all the others. I had assumed this role by unspoken consensus.

When we made love that night Des received anal advances from Ken, for the first time to my knowledge. He looked at me with a mixture of excitement, slightly clouded by embarrassment, written in his eyes. Far from being shocked I smiled my approval, encouraging him to enjoy the experience. I had no fears on that score once Ken entered my husband. Des responded with vigour which seemed to encourage Ken toward his inevitable climax with Des's eager complementary movements as Ken became more excited. Ken's back arched as he ejaculated into Des's body and I noted that both men achieved satisfaction. This act confirmed my suspicions that they too, had become bisexual in our absence. I would have been horrified a few short weeks ago but it was so natural and beautiful that we could all enjoy the fullest range of our sexuality without shame or fear of criticism. 

Since we had all slept together, for some weeks now, both Cat and I had made love together in their presence on many occasions and it had seemed strange that we should be the only members of the family to indulge in same sex activity. After all we now regarded ourselves as one family unit and sex between all of us, together or apart, had become the norm. We were actually still in the experimental phase of our relationship at this point and I was glad that we all felt able to explore all the aspects of our sexuality together this way. It actually turned Cat and I on even more to see our husbands enjoy each other together, both orally and anally, in our presence. 

Naturally, I still loved Des unreservedly as I did the others in my enlarged family.

We all drove into town at 11am and celebrated with Gerald at lunchtime, as full partners for the next two years as we had planned earlier. He would stay on with us, managing the operation during the week with us returning to the city after six weeks for weekdays only. We would promote events at weekends, in full charge. Meanwhile Des and Ken would promote conferences and business meetings at Maple Lake among their business associates. Cat and I would still be fulfilling our obligations with Kent and promoting Maple Lake with his clients where possible. Gerald would secure weekday discounts on local motel accommodation and other facilities in the town among his fellow business owners. The deal was completed. 

We went to the building site next. Tony and David were almost finished the job, with Darlene helping them where she could making refreshments and passing materials to them when they were on the roof. She had a part time job dressmaking and altering garments but business wasn't great and she often helped David as they planned to marry next year. 

She was delighted to hear the news and we talked to her while Ken and Des were discussing the project. The old rundown buildings were transformed into a very habitable accommodation with modern interior layout which would readily sell to the most demanding and discerning buyer. The guys had really done the job to the utmost perfection and Des was pleased. He promised them more work on the bowling alley as soon as they had completed this one, later in the week.

We told them to call in to Rome for dinner this evening on their way home, promising to pick Melissa up beforehand ourselves.

Darlene came with us when we left when I had an idea to discuss with her and Melissa. We called in to see Harold and Heather on the way so that Darlene could tell them the news and let them know she was having dinner with us this evening.

The girls were excited at my idea for them to sell lingerie on commission around the neighbouring districts, with the ultimate aim of setting the girls up in a specialist shop attached to the main building at the bowling alley. They could sell lingerie and other women's wear with an onsite workshop for alterations behind the shop. Swimwear and accessories would find a ready market in the town as well and it would be their own business to grow and develop. 

I rang Kent and he agreed to supply them, as he had no other outlets in the district. We could develop our own range of swimwear and the girls could manufacture them as a specialty line for the shop. If all went well, the girls could pay rent for the shop and still make good profits for themselves. They had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

Over dinner that night ideas flowed like the wine we drank and once the others left, happily planning their future, Des turned to me and insisted I relax for the rest of the week. Kent was coming to Maple Lake with stock next weekend and we decided to try to sell him the newly renovated house for a weekend retreat. The boathouse now had guest facilities and he would stay there overnight. If my plans all came together as I hoped, I would make us all wealthy.

Cathy and I had set this whole adventure up with a canoe ride out on the lake on Friday, turning potential disaster into a chain of events to rival the best deal we had yet organised.

Tomorrow, I could finally relax into holiday mode for the week ahead.

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 07



Cat was showering with Des and Ken so I put the kettle on to make us all a morning mug of tea. They all sat down, looking forward to a day of unwinding from the stress of business activity, in holiday mode at last. Unlike me, Des enjoyed letting his concentration wander when on holiday. I vowed not to spoil that for him today by trying to discuss any money making schemes that might be on my mind. What he regarded as stress, I normally revelled in. Today, I had promised not mention anything remotely connected with business. Cat and Ken wanted to wash and clean our BMW as it was still so grubby from the trip. I brought the convertible alongside and started to vacuum the interior.  

"Just relax or swim, but absolutely NO WORK!!!" Des interrupted my thoughts. "Why don't you go out exploring on your new Jet Ski? It's got plenty of fuel in it. Try it out!"

"Go on Barb." Cat urged, looking up from her tasks. "It'll give you a chance to unwind. You've already done more than your fair share of work lately." 

"You'll put me off my work if you stay around here." Added Ken with an ambiguous grin.

Their words rang in my ears as I walked toward the water. We all had our strengths in our unique family. I had almost forgotten how to cook and clean over the last three months that we had been living together. Cat had eagerly taken over the running of our household leaving me to organise, plan and run all the financial aspects of our enterprise. The men, in addition to their commitments at the bank, ran all our maintenance or building duties. They also handled all our photography projects and supported me in legal matters. Now they were asserting themselves, today I had promised do nothing but relax.

I started the Jet Ski, looked longingly at the others as they all toiled away making sure that there would be nothing left for me to do, waved and took off. Although I had decided not to take any sort clothing with me, not intending to go too far away, I had never been right around the lake before at the far end beyond the town. The lake was tranquil and fairly deserted so I made the decision to take full advantage of my free time. There was a wooded area at the far end of the lake, rich in bird life, that our young friends had described as being worth a look. Access was only by four-wheel drive track or by water and they had mentioned a waterfall nearby. I decided to take a look at it without bothering to return for my clothing first. I felt some anxiety at the thought of going right across the lake in my vulnerable state of nudity but my newly increased sense of adventure triumphed over any doubts about venturing into the unknown. The throbbing of the motor between my naked thighs had made me orgasmic and reckless. As I neared the wooded area I turned off the motor and drifted into shore. I found a tree with a large branch overhanging the shallow tranquil waters of the lake, perfect for a quick stopover to explore. Tying the Jet Ski firmly to the branch I walked around the shore, noting signs of makeshift campsites where large stones had been arranged in a circle for fire. The evidence of human presence made me curious as I walked among the trees feeling at one with nature, hearing the various birds and insects buzzing and chirping. It was a Garden of Eden type of setting, so peaceful yet visually stimulating. There were occasional cleared areas where the sun shone through the trees, warming my naked body and making the experience seem even more daring. I imagined that the local population made good use of this area as there were clearly defined tracks leading to a stream with a small waterfall, further on. I felt alone, away from the water and vulnerable here in the woods. 

I imagined what might happen if a group of strange men came across my path and there was nobody around to hear my cries for help if they should decide to take advantage of me. Every sound brought fresh awareness of the curiously uncharacteristic risk that I had taken. I faltered then sat down on a fallen log, the roughness of the bark next to my genitals further stimulating my sense of vulnerability. I closed my eyes and let my imagination race. My senses were screaming for my eyes to open but I kept them firmly closed and just listened. When, some time later, I felt that I had conquered to urge to retreat to the safety of my new Jet Ski and race back to Rome I opened my eyes and walked slowly onward. The sound of the waterfall complemented the other sounds of wildlife perfectly, evoking a supreme feeling of inner peace when I heard it at first. There was nobody about, calming my immediate fears of being discovered. After exploring the entire area around the small waterfall I made my way back to the Jet Ski, resolving to bring the family here at some future time. Des was really getting into his nude photography now and this setting was picture perfect. In fact there was no real danger, mid week in this secluded beauty spot near a quiet back country town, but it was time to move on.

I rode slowly around the shores stopping occasionally, drifting for ages, then carrying on. I had no way of telling the time but the sun was higher in the sky when I opened the throttle and made my way back home. Cat came running to greet me, her face beaming with pride as she pointed to the BMW and the convertible, gleaming like new and still parked together. I had been away for three hours. She and Ken had detailed the cars until there wasn't a speck of dust to be found within either of them. Des had tidied around the property, rigging a rope from one of the large trees to form a swing and the boathouse was now ready for guests. I walked into the house to find the table laid out ready for lunch. They had even waited for my return before eating. I apologised, as I sat down, but they dismissed my words saying that I deserved my time out on the lake. 

I took Cat out on the Jet Ski after lunch while the men went into town for milk and newspapers. I had asked them to find newspapers from nearby cities too as I wanted to check out the entertainment scene available. With 5 more weeks to spend here I have to admit that midweek was still a bit too quiet to fully excite my new sense of adventure. The weekends were great, the changing holiday population providing Cat and I with the attention we craved. It would be nice to see what opportunities existed within easy distance by car from Maple Lake just the same.

There was a little more activity on the lake around the town area now as the afternoon wore on but the area where I had seen Tony and Melissa mysteriously vanish was quiet so we pulled in the little cove to investigate. It was a deserted spot with bushes near the lakefront to shelter the activities of anyone behind them. Ground level, as we lay there, offered a wide view of any approaching craft, making it a perfect lover's retreat for our young friends. We got back on the Jet Ski and returned home when we saw the BMW drive onto our property, anxious to see what the nearby cities offered in entertainment.  Apart from restaurants and the bowling alley, Maple Lake had very little else in the way of nightlife. When our family had been evaluating business yesterday, we had been discussing the various ways to promote the bowling alley. We had it in mind to change the name of the centre in order to attract a wider interest among the population for attending mid week and over winter. The business was geared largely to children by day and young adults by night but during mid week and off-season Gerald lost money by remaining open. He barely covered his overheads most weeks. On the plus side, the bowling alley was situated on prime lakeside land with room to expand the buildings to at least double the present size as the patronage increased. I wanted to explore the nearby larger towns such as the one where Tony and David had lived before renting our other lakeside property. Knowing there were at least three, according to our earlier conversations with our young friends, moderate to large cities nearby I planned to investigate the options. It was with this in mind that I had told Des and Ken that Cat and I were in need of some excitement. "Nothing to do with business at all." I promised Des.

Cat and I scanned the newspapers eagerly, noting the variety of night time entertainment available nearby. Cat found the perfect advert, guaranteed to interest both our men. We left the paper open at the right page as we passed it to them. Then we carried on reading another paper until Des found the right advert. 

"I know!" He exclaimed. "Why don't we drive over to Rose Valley tomorrow night? There's a nude revue bar holding an amateur night with a contest that might appeal to you girls? Unless you're chicken of course." He added with a challenging expression.  

"It should be exciting Cathy. How about it?" Ken said.  

I said that we would think about it if they made it worth our while.  Cat immediately told them that we expected the sexual performance of their lives that night if we agreed to enter. She looked at me and winked, knowingly.

Wednesday evening we set off in the BMW. 

Cat and I had dressed up in our favourite lingerie with uplift half bras', no knickers, just light suspenders and stockings. We dressed for sophistication in gowns that were sexy and alluring, yet not out of place at a royal gala. We spent time carefully applying makeup to our faces and our bodies in the way that Rick had taught us. We then added jewelled accessories to our pierced nipples and also to Cat's clitoral ring to highlight her smooth vulva to an erotic effect.  Des took his camera of course and Cat and I were full of nervous excitement, the way we always felt before Kent's shows. It had only been a week since the last time we had performed one of those but we both missed the attention already. This time we would be going on stage, taking off our clothes in front of the audience in a slow and sexy manner, probably to music. Cat and I had practised this as we anticipated the problems of removing our clothing in a suitably alluring way.

As we left the parked car and walked to the entrance, the added weight of the accessories attached to my breasts and the cold night air on my exposed vagina added to the sexual excitement that was building within my body. Cathy too, was flushed with anticipation as we entered the reception area. It wasn't a sleazy back alley type of operation but a sophisticated nightclub, with dining facilities and topless waitresses dressed as French maids serving a mixed crowd of older, affluently dressed patrons. The menu was up to the best of standards and the seating arranged so that the stage was readily visible from even the furthest corner booth seating.

Cat and I chatted as Ken ordered an entree meal and drinks, so we turned to watch the show. The girls were providing a classy show, moving well as they disrobed slowly. They ultimately spent about ten minutes or so, totally nude among the patrons. They were among the most daring and erotic poses that I had ever seen at such a public venue. Cat and I took careful note, anxious to please the audience when it was time for us to have our turn. The audience applauded at the conclusion of each girl's show and the girl would then move to the tables that requested them. The patrons were largely businessmen, holding up monetary inducements to the girls to give them a close-up look at their bodies. Cat and I gazed in wonder as the older men induced the girls to display themselves, inches away from their eyes, often playfully smacking away any roving hands that tried to squeeze their buttocks or breasts. 

"I guess this is legal nowadays?" Cat cautiously inquired of one of the waitresses, pointing to a stripper at the next table. She was shamelessly exhibiting her body with one foot resting on the tabletop and accepting the tips that they offered.

"No problems!" The young girl acknowledged. "Just as long as the clients don't actually touch her." She smiled at Cat and I, indicating Des's camera. "With the girl's approval, there's an adjacent room where photography is permitted in a more private setting. It's got security cameras in there to discourage unwelcome attention though." She warned as she moved on to the next table. 

It was a lucrative source of income for the girls I imagine, between acts. In the first few weeks that Cat and I had been modelling, we had more than a few requests for us to do lewd poses for amateur photographers but we had discouraged most of them because security had been lacking in the places we had been asked to pose. I was most impressed with the operation here though.

"Are you guys still going to enter?" Des asked with a sly grin. "It's a bit different to staying onstage." He reminded us.

"I'm game if you are?" I turned to Cathy. Let's show these girls a thing or two." 

"Way to go!" Des replied as he noticed Cathy nod her head.

There was obviously a real demand for the girl on show at the moment and we noticed that at least two patrons booked her services for a private show in the next room. We watched two other acts before the advertised 'Amateur Night' event commenced. The room was filled by now with eager patrons as three other amateurs got to their feet and made their way to the backstage area amidst subdued cheering and encouragements. Cat and I walked through the crowded room to a building enthusiasm, the cheers got louder as it became obvious that we were going to participate. We could feel the excitement building amidst our nervousness as we steadied each other's confidence.  

The strippers in the dressing rooms eyed us over and gave all of us tips on moves that they felt would be easy for us to perform. They said it was a good crowd tonight with generous tips available if we did well. The prize was $500 for the best act. Seven participants walked into the dressing room in total, All the others were far more nervous than Cat and I. We drew straws for the order of appearance and Cat was third to appear, while I drew the last spot. We could see the stage from the dressing room through glass panels, which were mirrored on the stage side. The two ladies that went onstage before Cat weren't game to undress completely, only stripping down to thongs before running backstage in tears, flushed with embarrassment at their failure to complete the act. The audience was disappointed but I knew that Cat would easily change that. 

"Knock em dead, darling!" I squeezed her arm as she moved out to the stage. Oddly, I had never watched her perform alone before but I was proud of her as I saw her moving while she smiled into the mirror, knowing that I was behind it.  

She removed her dress and bra with her back to the audience, winking at me with an excited expression. Once she was totally naked she moved out on the catwalk spreading her legs and posing to a really appreciative crowd. Earlier disappointment evaporated into eager excitement as she sat, totally nude now, on the end of the catwalk slowly removing her stockings. She was mindful of all areas of the audience as she spun facing the other side of the room to remove her other stocking, lifting her leg high in the air as she did so to accentuate her jewelled vulva. She leapt to her feet and walked slowly back toward me twirling her nylons around her head. She bent over, stiff legged and feet apart, in front of the mirrored window, as she slowly added the stockings to her pile of clothes and folded them neatly on top. I could see arms waving in the audience, hands clutching money, signalling their desire for her to join their table for a close-up.  

She had been on stage for only six or seven minutes but she had the audience spellbound as she walked through the crowded tables, posing seductively as we had seen the professional strippers do around the room. There was tremendous applause as she made her way back to the stage clutching a large number of bills in her hands. She was a star, bubbling with excitement and pride as she dressed herself and then described the thrill of making her way around the room.

"Look!" She held out her tips for my approval. "We don't get that at our fashion shows." She was beaming with pleasure.  

The next three girls all stripped fully but declined to go out around the audience as Cat had done.  

Finally it was my turn. I had the advantage of a warmed up audience eagerly urging me to remove my clothing. They were applauding with a real enthusiasm as I left the stage and made my way around all the tables. Cathy was right, the experience of circulating around the crowded room wearing nothing except high heeled shoes was quite exhilarating. I posed at the tables, opening myself up by spreading my legs wide to allow the patrons a close up look at my smooth vagina and accepting the money that they had offered with a grateful smile.  

I included Des and Ken for a special show as I discretely slipped them the money I had taken up to that point. I had many businessmen give me their card as well, urging me to give them a private show afterward. I politely declined, explaining that I was only a guest here for tonight.  

By the time I reached the last table my left hand was clutching even more tips than I had passed over to Des. I gave the patrons at the last table a close look at my clit ring, which appeared to fascinate the ladies at the table even more than the men. Although my state of arousal was now evident, I answered their questions with candour before excusing myself to go back to the stage. I added more tips to my growing pile of notes from their table although I had declined their invitation to join them for a drink. I stepped back onto the stage, wetter between the legs and conscious of a fast approaching orgasm, flushed with success. I picked up my clothes, fumbling for longer than necessary, in the same position that Cat had used when placing her stockings earlier. I looked, between my legs, at the audience and gave them a warm smile and waved as I stood up again.  The reaction was encouraging and I was filled with a strange sense of sadness that my time among them was at an end. I could have happily spent the rest of the evening, out among the audience in the nude.

Cathy received the first prize. The manager came over to our table to congratulate her, telling us that it had been difficult to choose between the two of us. He said that there would not be any tab for our table that night and noting that we were visitors from out of town, he gave us his card begging us to come again anytime for a paid gig. He sat with us for some time and we told him we were models for Kent's lingerie firm and we were on holiday at Maple Lake for a few weeks. Although we told him very little, he had been full of useful information to us regarding the entertainment industry. 

As we left that night we had his card, a substantial amount of cash and lots of interesting new ideas. Of course, we had all enjoyed the night tremendously. Ken was the driver since he hadn't been drinking alcohol for the last two hours. Des and Ken always alternated duties whenever there was alcohol to be consumed. They had a great time all the same, noting the set up of the revue bar and extracting from Bill, the manager, discretely of course, information on the legality of the operation. They had told him that we were fairly adventurous and didn't want us getting into trouble with the law over the contest activity. He had assured them that everything the girls did at his establishment was perfectly legal nowadays and pointed out the limits of what was allowable.

I had found the experience exhilarating, not as sleazy as I had first believed. The strippers I had met backstage didn't appear to be well educated but they looked after their bodies and did not seem to be on hard drugs. They simply enjoyed the same thrills as Cat and I, while making really good money. Some of them married well, to wealthier men than they might otherwise expect, given their social standing.  Prostitution was discouraged, they were well paid and kept all their tips. Many of them travelled, always finding work if they were young and attractive enough.




Addicted to Attention Ch. 07



Kent arrived early on Friday with his wife Margaret. I hadn't met her before but noted that she was petite with good bone structure, still attractive in spite of her years. I discovered that she had been the designer of most of Kent's creations. They had both been involved in the fashion industry all their married life. Kent had started as a cutter and worked the business up to the success it was now. I liked her enormously, right away, and we spent time talking while Cathy and our husbands took Kent to show him around the town. No doubt, calling at the newly refurbished bungalow on the hill. We had already started the alterations to the bowling alley, with both Melissa and Darlene now taking a keener interest in the proposed construction of their little shop. We were so sure that it would do well that we had all planned building it with a view to future expansion, designing it accordingly. Kent had been keen to see the site and of course, meet the girls.  

Normally, I would have gone with them but the basics of the deal had already been discussed with Kent. He was so delighted with the idea that he had suggested an immediate inspection. Margaret was tired after the long early morning drive and suggested that she would be happier to stay and unwind. She was impressed with the privacy and tranquillity that had first motivated our family to purchase the property. We were soon firm friends in spite of the age gap between us. She told me that Kent respected our association with his firm and had been delighted with the extra trade produced as a result. She told me that she was planning a new range of product and that we would be kept busy modelling the new range on our return to the city.

In the course of our conversation she confided that she once modelled all the creations herself, in the early days of their business. I had always believed Kent to be very conservative and this morning we had all dressed, out of respect to the older couple, breaking our normal tradition of remaining nude whilst at Rome. However our subsequent conversations revealed that Kent and Margaret had been the original hippies. Kent with long hair and beads and her, a free spirited young girl totally accustomed to nudity. We laughed together at my earlier conceptions of their lifestyle as I removed my toga, revealing my tanned naked body. We continued to discuss the changing attitudes of society over the last forty years and more particularly the fashions that Margaret had created over the years. I helped her undress in the boathouse and was surprised at the firmness of her body.

When the others returned two hours later Margaret and I were swimming in the lake, emerging before their astonished eyes totally naked to greet them. We had unpacked Kent's suitcase and the two of them were soon comfortably installed in the boathouse quarters that Cat and I had prepared earlier.

They stayed for the weekend at Margaret's insistence, helping us with ideas and attending the Saturday night show with our young friends.   

Kent had been generous to Melissa and Darlene, promising his end of season range of lingerie on consignment at a special rate as his firm's contribution to their new enterprise.

Over the weekend I changed my perception of older couples, realising that under Kent's immaculate exterior clothing lurked a vital, grey haired hippie. He and Margaret were unchanged in their outlook on life since the sixties. I couldn't help noticing how well endowed Kent was and how athletic his body appeared to be.

Margaret rode behind me on the Jet Ski, still naked with her long hair trailing in the wind behind her. It was the first time she had been on such a machine and her body revealed that she had been stimulated in every way by the experience. Her nipples were hard and her face was radiated with excitement. She looked years younger, more vibrant than ever, as she took her turns with the rest of us. Kent had fun as he drove Margaret around on the Jet Ski after only a few lessons.

I was amazed to discover that Rick, the boutique photographer, was Margaret's younger brother. They would bring him and his wife with them with a view to buying the renovated property in partnership. He had been looking for a weekend getaway with panoramic water views and privacy and Margaret knew that he would love Maple Lake as soon as they all returned together the following weekend.

I had a chance to discuss my plan with Kent to turn the bowling alley into a weekday convention venue, changing the name and interior style to attract corporate business. He agreed that this would be a good way of increasing the profitability. Kent was very encouraging, promising to hold at least one of his shows at Maple Lake as soon as we were ready and offering his help to promote the idea among his many contacts. On a more sober note, he hoped that Cat and I would continue to be his models in the city. I reassured him that he always had top priority as long as he needed us. Cat and I would never want to miss the thrill of modelling his daring creations for his clients.

The following weekend was the start of the main summer break and we would be busy with our projects, notably the bowling alley operation, to be renamed; LAKESIDE ENTERTAINMENT AND CONVENTION CENTRE.  

We had all decided this by consensus, once Gerald had agreed.  

After Kent left Cat had a tremendous idea. We would advertise a Sixties Night with music and fancy dress to simulate the era that Margaret had described to us in such detail. It would be a Nostalgia evening, advertised with many radio stations in the cities nearby, sure to attract attention from a wide group of patrons. We would decorate the Centre to reflect the era and do our best to encourage the older townsfolk to participate.  

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 08



Lakeside was a hive of activity as alterations were made, signs were written and preparations underway for the 'Nostalgia' evening.

Gerald advised and helped too. I hadn't ever seen such enthusiasm in his demeanour and he started earlier and worked even later than he normally did. Our younger friends came during the week, as they took their summer holidays early, and stayed with Tony and Melissa. 

By Thursday when the summer crowd started to arrive at Maple Lake, we were ready for a most successful night of frivolity. We hired all our young friends to help staff the bar and wait tables, convinced that they would be needed. 

When the phone rang on Friday morning I answered. It was Kent phoning from the local motel to say that he had arrived late on Thursday and had Rick, one of his friends and their wives with them. Because they were a large group, they had booked the Motel and brought two cars. Kent's car was full of stock for the girls. 

"Don't need to dress up now guys." he quipped. "Rick's wife and the others can't wait to meet you all. We've told them all about your wonderful place and they are all looking forward to a morning swim in the lake. Nobody brought togs either." He added with a laugh.

They all arrived at ten am. Rick had already seen the bungalow up on the hill and was keen to look inside after a morning swim. His wife Monique, a tall, slender and strikingly beautiful lady in her early forties was equally keen. Their friends Ray and Laurel, a charming couple around the same age as Margaret were overwhelmed by our home. 

Following brief introductions we were all in the lake, swimming about and talking like old friends. It was interesting to note, as we had last weekend, that none of our older friends had discernable tan lines on their bodies and the women completely shaved, like Cat and I. Being nude, outdoors, evidently wasn't new to them. 

Des took them all up to the bungalow in the convertible while Margaret stayed with Cat and I, at Rome. She had seen all that she needed and asked me to take her out on the lake instead. She wasn't a bit concerned about two or three other boats cruising nearby and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back as she hung on tightly. She had no qualms about revealing her excitement at all. Ken and Cat had gone inside to prepare a light lunch for everyone when they returned while Margaret and I went right around the lake, stopping briefly at Tony and Melissa's little love nest across the lake from Rome. Margaret immediately fell in love with the privacy of area, enthusing about the scenic beauty of the land and the matured trees surrounding the lake frontage. 

I loved Margaret's company. Age difference between us seemed quite irrelevant as we talked about things that I wouldn't dare to discuss with my own mother. She was interested in my family group, realising that Cat and Ken were more than just friends of ours. She told me that communal living wasn't new and brought a great many benefits to the participants. It had been widely practised in the sixties but in some cases it had produced unfortunate cults. Kent and herself had never tried it but had often discussed the benefits as well as the disadvantages. They had never found the right people to join up with. I found myself drawn to this open minded lady more and more as we talked. She was so understanding. When we saw the convertible return we made our way back. I could have talked to her all day as we had now become firm friends.

After a bit of good natured haggling Kent and Rick did buy the older bungalow. Their friend Ray had been a builder before going into his own business, pronouncing the structure sound and the new renovations well crafted. It was no surprise to me because Margaret had told me that they would be buying it earlier on. I was glad, mainly because I looked forward to her company, knowing we would see more of them now. They had been into town and seen the new signs on Lakeside, as we now called it. Tony had put the shop on hold but the foundation was there and he had assured us that it would be completed soon. The rest of Friday was spent organising the bungalow for occupation. We put a lot of the old furniture from Rome into the bungalow. The power and phone had been connected, for Tony to order materials. Kent was happy to stay at the motel but was out voted by his friends. Margaret looked forward to moving in immediately, saying that motel living was not really to her liking as she preferred the privacy of their own home. 

Saturday night was a huge success, lasting well through the night. We introduced Kent and his friends to all the townsfolk that we knew, as the newest property owners in Maple Lake. Margaret, as I had expected got on really well with Harold's wife, Heather. Darlene was overjoyed as her mother didn't have a lot of friends her own age that had so much in common. 

The convivial patrons almost drank the bar dry, costuming was superb and the band performed beyond the six hours I had arranged. Best of all, Kent told me he was going to arrange all the buyers he could to use the facilities mid-week. He expected better results in a more exotic surrounding. Now that they had their own base here, with Rick on site to arrange lighting and presentation, he liked the idea a lot. He was impressed with Melissa and Darlene's plans and the proximity of Maple Lake to other cities. There was also an airfield close by. The younger patrons appeared to enjoy the evening, staying much later than I had expected. Gerald congratulated us all on our efforts, reserving special comment for Cathy. We worked over the summer break, virtually equalling the previous year's annual profit. Maple Lake's accommodation venues were happy to provide mid week off season rates that assured the convention idea's viability, whilst adding to the profits of Lakeside Entertainment.

Cat and I had missed the thrill factor for those busy weeks, that we had experienced most recently at the nude revue bar in Rose Valley, but work had to take priority. The midweek events that we planned over the winter now included strip shows, but we needed to access some professional strippers to put on the sort of show that we would need to provide the largely male audience that we were expecting. Conferences would produce a lot of free spending businessmen and we wanted to encourage that type of clientele. The first opportunity came after the main holiday crowds had thinned out and Gerald could handle the business during the week. 

We rang Bill Edmonds that week and arranged to have an evening's fun. He was pleased to hear from us and offered us a spot immediately. That night we all drove to the city. Des and Ken were as delighted as Cat and I. They always enjoyed watching us and the other girls as we exhibited ourselves in the nude. Cat and I carried a bag with costume changes, including some of the more exciting BDSM gear. We arrived early, as Bill had requested, meeting all the regular girls before show-time. Bill asked if we would be prepared to give private shows in the next room. We didn't really need the money so much now but I agreed. 

I was first on, looking out at the audience nervously as I waited. Cat was talking to the other girls, cautiously sounding some of the better looking ladies out for future shows at Maple Lake. I stepped on stage as the music started, sensing the relief of a heroin addict receiving a fix. I looked forward to giving shows but the last four weeks had not provided the opportunity to flaunt my body in the same way as I would tonight. It was different to the previous evening that I had performed here. I found that the audience was more subdued at first as I went into my routine. I had removed my costume before I heard the first indications of approval and as I danced moving closer to certain tables the first hands started waving money at me. Now I weaved seductively through the crowd to increasing demand as I became more accommodating to their requests, opening myself up a lot more intimately to their lustful eyes. My clit ring seemed to fascinate some of the older men in particular and I soon had my first request for a private photo session in the adjoining room. I made my way back to the stage with a handful of tips. Two men had agreed to pay me for some explicit photos in the private room. There was an entrance to this room from the dressing room and I opened the door. An elevated pedestal in the centre of the room, where I was expected to provide the men with private entertainment and photo opportunities, awaited me. The other strippers had told me what to expect. 

I extracted the agreed amount from the first man and put my foot on his shoulder while he took a photo, then posed in the ways he asked while he took others. Although I felt uncomfortable about providing such explicit shots at first there was a growing wetness between my legs and the faint aroma of my sex that pleased him so much that he gave me extra money. The second man just wanted to talk to me while I spread my legs and showed him my pierced clitoris, telling him how it felt when the procedure was being done. I could feel his hot breath when he was talking but I felt totally in control as I opened my lips up for him but I couldn't help feeling sad that he felt that he had to pay extra to see a woman's genitalia up close in this degrading way. The girls had told me that a lot of these older men were just lonely and didn't mind paying extra money for a few brief minutes with them. I preferred the stage work, realising later how the girls could easily become addicted to hard drugs in dealing with some of the weird and sad requests that they received on a nightly basis. 

I conveyed the information to Cat before she went on and she and I were both more selective after that. Overall the night was a success. The audience changing, as the night progressed, to a more playful and receptive group of spectators. Maybe I was just being too critical. 

By the end of the evening we had made friends with several likely girls and had their contact details. Those ladies earned their money the hard way at Rose Valley, dealing with some the sad individuals in the process, with monotonous regularity. I hoped that doing shows for us at Lakeside would appeal to them. Confidence was restored after my first demeaning private show, and I looked forward to making our own format at Lakeside far more entertaining.

On this particular night, Des and Ken had used their time well. They discussed business with the manager, Bill Edmonds, making him aware that we could provide the BDSM gear that Cat and I wore in one of our acts, as well as a larger range of costumes. He provided them with a list of clubs in the area that we could approach, as well as placing a generous order with Ken for the Revue Bar's costuming stock. There was a growing market now for Kent's more radical gear. Cat and I loved to wear the variety of apparel that we had modelled only once before outside of Kent's city boutique. 

I remembered that Ken appeared to revel in playing the Master and the delicious pre-orgasmic sensations of waiting outside a room full of noisy strangers, blindfolded and sexually exposed. Maple Lake would never be ready for the kind of show that brought those feelings to life in me but in a private function among devotees of that strange subculture I had to admit I often thought back to that evening with a strange longing. Cat's words returned to me as I kissed her and I whispered. 

"Would you really like to be my slave if we did a private show again?" 

Her eyes shone with excitement as she replied sincerely.

"You should know that I would do anything or go anywhere for you, Barb."

I was now my normal cheeky self as we drove home discussing our many future plans between ourselves. Our group finances were in a very healthy state due to the fact that Darlene and Melissa had done very well selling lingerie, on our behalf. Kent had ensured that my margin remained intact in all his direct dealings with the girls. Sue, Jill and Caroline were selling in their home town areas too, as well as all their friends that saw the opportunity of making money in their spare time. 

Our enterprise was growing at a phenomenal rate. Des and Ken were ensuring through their own special expertise, that tax liabilities were minimal as our profits grew. They had secured, in what little time they could now call spare, property options on some extremely desirable vacant land around Maple Lake for future development. They had plans to keep our talented young builders, Tony and David, busy full time for the next year. The extensions to the conference venue would require additional labour that would involve their other two friends, Cameron and Greg. Every Sunday we had made it a point to meet over a shared lunch, to share ideas and socialise with them all.

Des had cautiously approached Kent and Margaret about the possibility of their involvement in Kent's enterprise as growth permitted. I did hint at ways that their talents could be beneficially utilised. Kent had been receptive to the possibility, Margaret enthusiastic to grow the business even further, as our mutual respect deepened. She had never had children and I believed that she would want Kent to devote more time to their leisure interests. She was keen to expand into swimwear, a fiercely competitive market, with our involvement and Darlene's natural creativity in design. Over the next winter she planned to work with us on the project before the following summer. 

She shared my vision of a multi-generation group working toward mutual prosperity and personal enrichment of the individual. 

The last few weeks in our spare moments alone we had discussed topics ranging between world politics to more basic sexual needs. Cat and I were young enough to be her children yet we regarded her as an older sister when we were talking together. 

By the time we arrived home we had decided as a group that we would investigate the subculture market more fully. The men would have to go along with Cat and I and play slightly different roles. 

Ken surprised me with his enthusiasm and Des remembered his promise to allow me to fully explore my own fantasies and co-operate with me by agreeing. The coming winter was going to be a blast, as our young friends would say, and I looked forward to my next outing to a club. 

By now we had a larger range of sex toys and a love seat hung from a rafter over the play room where we all normally slept. This had been a relatively new addition to our sex play. It was comfortable to sit in, the soft leather straps supporting the body weight whilst fully exposing, at every angle, the occupant's genitalia to penetration from below or behind. 

We had added a library of very erotic literature, including the Karma Sutra and many other eastern culture love technique manuals. We had practiced a wide range of techniques over the last months with the purpose of keeping our minds fulfilled and refreshed. Margaret loaned me some of her books dealing with mild BDSM which she told me that she had bought to inspire some of the gear that Cat and I loved to model at their boutique. I got the strangest feeling that she and Kent probably enjoyed variety in their bedroom as much as we did, but she didn't elaborate. 

Cat and I had both tried the chair, blindfolded for added sexual anticipation, as we tried to guess who or what might penetrate which orifice next. There was always something new among four eager lovers to stimulate and refresh our desires. Rarely nowadays, did we ever have one on one sexual encounters. Almost always, we combined. Des had improved his recovery rate through anal stimulation and other eastern techniques. The only reason, at this stage, that we hadn't involved any other partners was fear of disease from another suitably adventurous partner. We had all discussed the possibilities but rejected the suggested parties for one reason or another. Jill's sister Caroline, had been the closest contender so far considered. She had flirted with us, and I felt sure that she would have been a willing participant, but the friendship with her peers was far too important to risk in pursuit of mere sexual variation. The young group respected us, probably realising that we practised group sex by our obvious familiarity with each other, but we felt that they were committed to one and other in normal relationships. 

Tonight we tied Ken into the chair, his first time, and after blindfolding and securing him in a completely vulnerable position we teased him by leaving him alone for ten minutes while Des, Cathy and I went outside to plan. Cathy wanted to spank him, remembering his humiliation of her and I at the weird club in the city. She had a memory like an elephant. 

She really wanted an audience, to make her revenge complete. I suggested that we may yet get another, better, opportunity if we were patient. However, we made him beg for release as we all took turns at stimulating him both anally and orally, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then leaving him to satisfy each other. We were teasing him mercilessly with a feather duster to keep him on the edge. 

Finally we let him down and untied him, allowing him to choose, still blindfolded, who would provide his release. We all lined up, bottoms raised and lubricated to allow him his reward. He was insatiable as he plunged his throbbing penis into my bottom, thrusting deeper and stretching my sphincter muscles to the maximum, releasing his juices deep within me. We never tired of the variety that we could introduce to our sex lives together, never failing to find new ways to excite and stimulate each other, in our unending mission for gratification. 

I wondered why I had depressed myself at the Revue Bar earlier on, as I normally enjoyed bringing pleasure to others in the strangest of ways. I must have been too preoccupied in thought, or perhaps missed the presence of Des in the room with me. I enjoyed the proud look on his face as I tantalised total strangers of both sexes now. It was always exciting and I felt totally in control of how far I would go to satisfy their most basic voyeuristic needs. It gave me a feeling of power as I fought to control my own pre-imminent orgasm as I surrendered my intimate parts to their transfixed gaze. 

Cat and I had pondered idly in our reflective moments, what strange part of the human psyche compelled men and women to allow invasion of their genitals in this way. Some male flashers had nothing much to show but appeared to derive the same pleasure in exhibitionism, even to unwilling spectators. Females by and large were luckier, in that they rarely encountered unwilling spectators, more often encouraged to be progressively more daring. Cat and I appreciated nudity in both sexes as we admired the various shapes and sizes of even older bodies that bore the ravages of time. I had admired the way Margaret had looked after her body. She had kept her figure in top shape, rarely wearing clothing at home with Kent, and still enjoying the admiration of others out on the lake. The BDSM gear that she designed was cut to emphasise and display the genitalia of the wearer and judging by the sales records it was well received by the buyers. 

Society today was more accepting of nudity. I encountered three other craft on the lake with naked occupants of both sexes the last time I had been out there. Next summer I had plans to promote nude events like water-skiing, walking, parachuting or even running, as outdoor entertainment. There seemed to be scope for a tremendous variety of such plans, here at Maple Lake among a holiday oriented population.

The following day was spent ringing contact numbers that Ken had written down, ascertaining whether there was any interest in allowing us to present a fashion show. It was important to get a wide enough audience of club devotees to be worth promoting a special private showing or finding out if a suitable venue was available. People were cautious at first but, after explaining the idea more fully, enthusiastically helpful in providing additional contacts for us to explore. By the end of the day we had three more positive responses and another two that would require further investigation. I stayed at home with Cathy while the men went out to visit some of the clubs, armed with photos of our earlier exhibition that Des had taken. They weren't as professional as the latest ones, but more appropriate to the purpose. 




Addicted to Attention Ch. 08



Rick had improved Des's ability over the last three weeks, showing him lighting and film speed techniques that produced a better photo. He was also going to take charge of my nude aerobics idea and produce a better quality, more marketable product when time permitted. We all agreed to wait meanwhile, as there were more important issues to devote our time to at Lakeside these days.

They were buoyant and secretive on their return but very enthusiastic and it wasn't long before we extracted some information from them. They had rung Kent in the city on the way home and been asked if he and Margaret could attend. We had agreed weeks ago, that if Kent or Margaret made the first approach to an evening like this, we would agree to participate in a combined sexual encounter. Des felt that this could be on the cards, judging by Kent's manner. I had gathered that they were interested in BDSM but I was reticent to expand my conversations with Margaret too overtly. We respected them too much to initiate any invitations of that nature. We often suspected that Rick and Monique were similarly inclined. Monique often called Kent 'Sir' when she thought they were alone or out of earshot. She wasn't very outgoing with the rest of us and we often suspected that she was a submissive or something like that. She looked at Ken in a longing sort of way and this further reinforced the theory that the relationship between them was at least, unconventional. 

Our excitement built as the day approached when Kent and Margaret had agreed to meet us, just prior to setting off to Taylor's Ridge some forty minutes drive from Maple Lake. Cat and I hadn't been there but Des described the town as a larger population centre than Rose Valley with an industrial economy. The club was similar to the one that we had attended in our home city. 

Both Cat and I were determined to make Kent and his family proud of us and sell lots of gear in the process. We wondered whether they would dress up too. I couldn't imagine what Kent would look like in a costume of some sort. In the past I had only seen him in casual gear or a business suit unless he was totally naked. Whatever he wore he always looked so relaxed and in control of the situation. I was sure that he would wear something appropriate to the occasion.

The final arrangements were completed only yesterday and we had been assured of a large crowd, temporary membership use of all the club's facilities and a great night out. I had spoken to the club secretary myself and his voice sounded intelligent and well cultured. I had a strange sense that he was a 'Master' himself. He had asked me if I enjoyed submission and I had stumbled for the correct words to answer him. I had been a little unsure about what he meant but even over the phone, he sounded like someone that I would like to please. It was hard to explain but the man had almost given me a orgasm, just in talking to him.

"I -I'm not sure what you mean Sir" I said. " I love giving pleasure to others as long as I'm not put at risk.---If you know what I mean." I managed. He was silent for a minute and I wondered if I had said the right thing. "I don't want to be made to do things that wouldn't really want to do." I qualified,hestantly.

"It's a well run club that we have here. Safe words are used and any person proceeding against another's free will are heavily fined and barred from the club for life." He said curtly. "Apart from that, I'm sure you will enjoy meeting us." He concluded.

Cat and I agreed to perform on the basis that our husbands would reverse roles, in some of the costumes of our choosing the next time. We would take the convertible to allow more room for Kent and Margaret. I must admit, I had never been so excited and the time seemed to drag as we awaited for Margaret's arrival. In addition, I knew Cat was anxiously anticipating the possibility that we might all share a sexual experiences with the older couple. Kent had always been reserved and had never touched us intimately but neither one of us would have objected at this point, if he had. We were fascinated by his flaccid penis, which was larger than Ken's in both length and width. I'm not being crude, I hope, but we both wondered if it grew even larger still when erect, fantasizing for the last three weeks about what it might feel like to have sex with him. The men were also in awe of his equipment, feeling that it was wasted on a man of his age whenever we talked about it.

I was pleasantly surprised when the phone rang, just as we were about to start preparing dinner. 

"Will you good people do me the honour of attending our home for dinner, before we go out tonight?" Kent's rich, cultured voice was unmistakable. "Shall we say five pm my dear?"

They normally came down to Rome as soon as they arrived, and had a meal with us. Kent sounded different, more like the secretary of the club that we were about to visit. He was friendly enough and polite as usual but his voice imparted a sense of contained power that I had been unaware of previously.

"That would be lovely, Kent." I stumbled, still shocked by the new tone in his voice. "I thought that you might be coming to have dinner with us?"

"Don't be late!" He replied curtly, dismissing any further polite conversation. "Just wear your costumes to dinner. We'll be leaving from here."

"Alright--" He had hung up already. I felt stupid talking to a dead telephone but I had a tingling feeling between my legs and I was quite weak at the knees. I put it down to my surprise invitation to have dinner, in costume, at Kent's home. His costumes always made me feel more exposed than if I were totally naked. I immediately worried about what Margaret might think of me.

We all agreed to meet Kent for dinner, in costume, before proceeding straight away to Taylor's Ridge. The convertible was already packed with the apparel and equipment of our choice, so we arrived at Kent's place as we intended to appear at the show. Des was admiring Kent's gleaming new Lincoln Limousine as we drove in. Cat and I modestly wore our coats and more sensible shoes when we knocked on the door. Our men were dressed in casual gear. I was astounded to see Monique answer the door stark naked, wearing only nipple rings. I noticed a padlock hanging between her legs like some kind of medieval chastity device. 

She showed us into the hallway without saying a word or indicating what was going on, keeping her eyes lowered. She stood beside an empty coat stand and kept her voice low.

"Please leave your coats here." She whispered. 

Cat looked at me with gleaming eyes as she took off her coat to reveal her sexually exposed body. Her nipples were hard and prominent and she seemed anxious to comply. I had mixed feelings as I hung my coat up next to hers and we all entered the main room. There was an eerie silence for a minute as we took in the scene before us. 

To Be Continued...

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Any readers that are offended by explicit and detailed descriptions of consensual Master Slave relationships would be well advised to go back to reading children's books. Forgive my warped sense of humour. I know that true devotees will appreciate that, as Barbara grows in confidence she must have more outlets for her adventurous spirit. I expect to be bombarded with emails and enormous voting numbers in the next exciting chapter. Pulitzer prize. You are MINE! Barbara. 



Addicted to Attention Ch. 09



Kent had refurbished the entire room since they had bought the bungalow. Rick and Kent were standing near the far wall, wearing tight leather trousers and open shirts, with medallions hanging over their chests. Margaret was seated on the floor at Kent's feet, naked like Monique and also displaying breast and genital jewellery. I recovered my wits and I nervously smiled at Kent in greeting. 

He spoke, in a soft voice. 

"I hope we haven't shocked you my dears! If I didn't know you good people so well we may have warned you earlier. You know everyone here where we're going tonight, so I assume you're all interested in a bit of harmless fun. I brought costumes for everybody and my hope is that you would be gracious enough to allow me to dress you and lead you in to the show tonight. If you are all in agreement I would be honoured to be your 'Master' for the evening. I won't be offended if this doesn't appeal to all of you but you will find me a kind and generous man, used to having my way." He paused while we took in his words. "With your agreement of course."

We all looked at each other, dumbstruck and in partly in shock, searching for the right words to reply. 

"Would you punish us without marking us if we deserve it, Sir?" I eventually stammered. My excitement at the prospect of accepting Kent as our Master for the evening was showing in a very Freudian way. "I mean--" 

Kent interrupted with a wry smile

"I would never do anything without your agreement, and I will always respect what ever you all decide." He said, sincerely. "You have all pleased me and my friends enormously, so far. Please let me know what you decide over dinner." He paused to allow us to speak. We were all still in shock and stood there dumbfounded. Kent spoke again to reassure us. 

"Whatever your decision, it will never affect our business relationship one way or the other. I will still help and guide you and I hope that we can keep this meeting strictly personal, with no hard feelings either way." Kent qualified his proposal. 

Cathy looked at me and Des, then at Ken, all approving.

"Yes Sir, we all agree. Would it please you if we all sat down to dinner now. I'm starving!" She chuckled audaciously.

Kent smiled and indicated our places at the table, taking my shoulder gently and guiding me to the place he had set for me. Margaret sat next to me and we all spoke while Monique served our dinner, smiling serenely and paying special attention to Ken and Des as she dutifully attended to their needs. For tonight at least, as Kent would allow, I gathered that she would be happy to serve them sexually. She didn't need to remind Ken that she had lusted after him and my husband, Des. 

We spent the next hour getting to know Kent a lot more intimately, with everybody in the room apparently happy with the turn of events. After dinner Margaret gave Cat and I new costumes that she had designed in the master bedroom and helped us into them while the men talked and Monique served their liquid needs, still naked. 

She called Rick in to do our makeup while she got into her own chosen apparel. Rick had always been professional in his handling of our body makeup. His fingers lingered on this occasion, as he adjusted our clitoral rings, adding gold chain and attaching the chain to our costumes. As always, his touch was gentle but there was a much more personal feel to the way he touched our bodies that I found far more exciting. He clipped emerald attachments on to our nipple rings, his fingers lingering again over our erect nipples, stimulating them even more. He smiled, finally surveying his handy work and calling Monique in for her costume. 

We walked back out to where the men were talking, almost orgasmic as the chain tugged on our engorged clits delightfully reminding us of the growing wetness between our legs.

"You will be allowed the opportunity to clean up on the way, my little doves! I'm aware of your needs and wouldn't embarrass you." Kent said softly. 

"Rick and Ken will bring the convertible and Des will drive the Limo when we drive to Taylor's Ridge tonight. If you agree, I will ride with Des in the front and you ladies can stay in the back of the Lincoln with Margaret and Monique." Then in a sharper even more authoritative tone. "Do you agree!" 

"Yes Sir!" We answered in unison as we came alongside him, walking in small steps to relieve the approaching orgasms that were nearly overwhelming both of us by this time. This night promised to be the most deliciously exciting night of our lives as both Cat and I began to shudder with the first orgasmic wave. We still had not felt Kent's touch. His soothing voice and Des's obvious pride in the way we were dressed and made up sufficient to orgasm without shame, just imagining the evening ahead.

On the way over to the club we talked to Margaret and Monique in the comfort of the limousine as it noiselessly sped toward Taylor's Ridge, feeling the warm air circulating around my exposed genitals. Margaret instructed us on ways to please Kent by keeping our knees twelve inches apart and our skirts, if we wore any, up when we sat so that our we could feel the upholstery on our naked bottoms. We had already discussed the 'Story of O.' and Kent had used that scenario often when he took her and Monique out socialising. He was mindful of our concerns regarding disease and always checked out any potential partners before exposing his ladies to any risky situation. For many years they hadn't shared their lives with anyone else. 

"I hope you ladies don't mind sharing your sexual favours with us?" She asked, unexpectedly. "It's better to get that out in the open, Don't you agree?"

Cat was overjoyed, her eyes shone and her body radiated with warmth as she realised that we were being welcomed into Margaret's family for expanded sexual play. We had all discussed the possibility but the reality was almost overwhelming. Kent was an experienced Master and we looked forward to pleasing him, more now than ever before.

I looked at Cat and answered her with a nod.

"I was hoping you would ask, Margaret" I said softly. "You don't know how often I was close to asking you and Kent lately but I thought I might be misreading your interest in us. We all talked about it and we would love to get a bit closer if that's what you have in mind."

Over the forty minute drive Cat and I learned that Margaret and Monique had been pierced for many years and were now able to take out their jewellery for longer periods of time at will, but Kent and Rick preferred them to decorate their bodies when they were alone or in appropriate situations. Margaret had designed a complete new range of apparel that was crafted, as ours was tonight, to maximise the sexual sensations beyond mere exhibitionism. Cat and I already discovered that at the bungalow, earlier in the evening. The outfit design that I wearing tonight put stiff upward pressure on my breasts and the chain attached to the corset stimulated my clitoris with every single movement of my body. It accentuated my sexuality whilst exposing my private parts in a way that none of her previous designs had.

Margaret unlocked Monique with a small golden key and extracted the padlocked device. Monique shook with excitement at her intimate touch, closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy. She began to shudder. 

"You should never be ashamed to demonstrate the way my designs affect your body." Margaret was saying as if she was reading my thoughts. "Orgasm brings a glow to a woman's complexion that mere makeup cannot simulate. Your body looks exciting and vital, glowing and desirable, a true celebration of womanhood." She indicated toward Monique. "See what I mean!" 

Cat was listening intently as Margaret instructed us not to be embarrassed, but proudly demonstrate the delights of wearing Kent's Creations apparel to the envious spectators. She told me that our modelling of last years line had demonstrated our unique ability to convey the desirability of her designs. Both she and Monique had seen this at our last showing at the boutique but had slipped away before the show finished, on Kent's instructions.

It felt strange, sitting at traffic lights practically naked and right alongside of other traffic. We were watching people that often seemed to be looking directly at us, safe in the knowledge that nobody could see the interior of the limousine with it's one way glass windows. The centre glass panel was raised obscuring the view ahead and we couldn't hear any conversation between Kent and Des. We were feeling more confident by the time the car drew up to park next to a three story building in a darkened side street. 

The men all went inside as we waited in the warm comfortable interior of the plush passenger compartment, tension building as Cat and I shifted nervously. Rick opened the door and climbed in to adjust our costumes and makeup and help us into the high heeled shoes that he brought for us to wear. Cat and I were blindfolded, and the older ladies assisted and led us out of the car. Kent already knew of the additional anticipation of danger that thrilled both of us so, prior to the showings at the boutique. He enjoyed the dramatic effects on our bodies when we were unable to see the audience prior to those shows. 

Tonight we all gasped, as the cold night air stimulated our naked breasts and pubic regions and we were led into the foyer. Kent had insisted that our coats were left at his home, correctly sensing that this would add to the thrill and drama of the occasion. Cat and I were more used to walking in these high heeled shoes and carefully, taking small dainty steps, made our way inside. 

There were voices, both male and female audible now and I gripped Cat's arm sensing her nervous terror. We knew we were being looked over by unknown spectators. There is alway's a sense of dread and extreme vulnerability in being observed so intimately whilst naked and blindfolded. Even Des and Ken knew this, from the last show that Ken had arranged in the city. The foyer area was cold and I could sense that it was a large atrium with stairs either side as I could hear footsteps descending on either side of the room. The muted conversations were becoming much louder as we stood, waiting for exposure toward an even larger unknown audience. 

I started to tremble as I felt my nipples harden and grow and my labia stiffen in anticipation. I subconsciously moved my feet further apart, for stability, trying to relieve the growing pressure of my throbbing clitoris as we continued to wait. I sensed that I was exposing my moistened vagina even further in doing so but it steadied my body more comfortably for the time that we all stood there. 

"Remember Barbara, don't be embarrassed, you're looking great." Margaret whispered to me. "Monique and I have experienced all this and more. It's so exciting." She squeezed my shoulder.

She whispered similar encouragements to Cat as I struggled to regain my confidence and composure. 

Finally the doors opened and we were walking into a warmer room and increasing noise as we were put on display to an obviously crowded room. Although I was getting wetter I held my head high as music started and I heard an announcer present us all as honoured guests this evening. I was grateful when Kent finally removed my blindfold and I could see Cat's had already been removed. Her body, like mine, was flushed and radiant. Her decorated nipples were enlarged and swollen and she was smiling at me. Her eyes were glistening with pride and I could see that she had enjoyed her entrance to the club as much as I had.

Margaret had been right, she looked vital and desirable as we joined hands and moved toward an elevated platform where our men stood waiting. My brief assessment of our surroundings revealed a younger crowd of mixed company sitting around the tables, similar to the Revue Bar at Rose Valley but in a much larger room, with polished wooden floors like a ball room. Monique and Margaret followed us up the steps to stand on either side of us in front of the men, as the entire room applauded us warmly. The announcer, having first quietened the room, announced the beginning of the very first fashion show the club had ever had. 

Behind the stage area was a dressing room with toilets and showers and our gear was laid out in the order of showing. The men had been busy and, not unlike the boutique, the dressing room was comfortably decorated and familiar. Kent asked us to parade around the room in the gear we were in, stopping at the tables and conversing with the occupants. We could allow touching if we were comfortable with that, so that the audience could feel the quality of the merchandise. We were at a closed membership club so there were no legal reason to stop us getting closer to the audience and letting them touch us as long as we didn't object. It was different to the strip club in that respect and I wondered what it would feel like to be caressed by total strangers while I interacted with them. Kent was giving us his permission to enjoy the experience if we wished.

Nervously we stepped down from the stage and made our way to the audience, anticipating the delights that we had been given permission to experience but with a sense of dread on my part. Cat and I had not been to the toilet since we arrived. A combination of nervous tension brought on by waiting blindfolded earlier had taken it's toll and I felt I needed to pee. 

The first round seemed to go on forever as Monique and Margaret left the stage to prepare the dressing room. Luckily, nobody touched us indecently but some of the women examined the leather corset that I was wearing and looked at my nipple jewellery, asking how it felt and other time consuming questions. I didn't wish to be rude to them but I indicated that I would spend more time with them after the next costume change. 

By the time we reached the dressing room we were both desperate to pee and we rushed to the toilet. Cat and I felt a sense of relief and regained composure as we vacated our bladders. We were also very wet having orgasmed, as discretely as possible, twice already. It was a joy to clean ourselves up and freshen up our perfume before going around the tables again. It would have been far too humiliating to be touched and stimulated beforehand. 

The whole scene was more pleasant than our previous appearance with Ken and Des at the other club. As we set about changing and showing off the other items left, Monique joined us and we made our way independently around different areas of the room. 

We were all propositioned and touched intimately at various times, but only with our permission. I allowed one couple to play with my exposed bottom, as I leaned over the table with my legs apart, but I forbade their probing fingers from any penetration. As strange as it may seem, any humiliation that I should have felt was compensated by the knowledge that I could have stopped their sensuous and intimate touching at any time that I chose. Instead, I took pride in allowing them to pleasure me to the point of orgasm on occasion and delighted in the understanding way that they smiled when my body began to convulse. I was truly in charge and I enjoyed giving them pleasure. I allowed both men and women to stimulate my breasts and even my vaginal lips occasionally when I opened up to them, knowing the limits that we had set were being observed. I found it to be far more exciting than the atmosphere at the strip club and sensual touching of my genitals by complete strangers made me thoroughly wet. By now, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed to display my pleasure openly in front of the members of the club. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, smiling serenely at those that gave me pleasure. Kent was pleased with us and asked us to go out on stage, totally naked, with him at the conclusion of the show. He wished us to demonstrate the various submissive positions of a sex slave at his command. 

Des, Margaret and Ken were taking orders and dealing with the many customers so unfortunately, Des probably missed the most erotic demonstrations. I was proud to display in front of Kent, only once hesitating to comply at once. The look in his eyes was enough to reprimand me, reminding me that I must always obey him straight away. A crowd of patrons were gathered eagerly around the stage and Kent had me assume a yoga position which opened my vaginal lips fully as he inserted a small anal plug and caused me to orgasm in front of a sea of eager faces. I turned bright red, partly from the exertion of maintaining the position but mostly from the embarrassment that I felt from being put on display in this way. To further compound my lowly position, he asked me to thank him for being so lenient.

"Thank you Master." I managed haltingly as the men in front of me applauded his control over my body. It was so humiliating but I learned my lesson and it gave me a sense of pride that I had followed his instruction without argument. Monique had always obeyed without a murmur so Cat and I followed Kent's instructions to the letter after that. Kent left the anal plug inside my bottom.

"Now don't lose it, my little dove." He instructed.

I nodded quickly. He smiled. I had been told not to speak unless I had to. The anal plug made so it much harder to walk in a ladylike manner. 

Rick was packing up all the gear as Kent led his three slaves, naked and totally compliant, as he toured the rest of the facilities of the club. He stopped occasionally, to talk to other Masters. 

"Ahh! I see you do enjoy submission." Said a familiar voice. A man similar in stature to Kent spoke to him. "May I examine Slave Barbara for a moment?" He introduced himself to Kent. I gathered that he was the man that I had spoken to earlier at the club. The Club secretary. I lowered my eyes and clenched my anal plug, making my discomfort obvious. The man led Kent away out of earshot. They were talking earnestly and I saw Kent give the man a pair of latex gloves. I tingled with a weird mixture of fear and excitement, having some idea that they were talking about me. Once the men started to walk back toward us they seemed to have a new understanding and Kent was smiling.

"This is Sir Gideon, Barbara my dear. He admired our show earlier on and asked me if he could show us around the Gentlemen's Club." He explained. "He has my permission to examine you. Do you agree?" He raised his voice sharply.

"Yes Sir--Thank you Master." I heard myself speak softly but I had no idea of what lay ahead. I desperately wanted to please Kent this time though. I trusted what Margaret had told me on the way to the club. Kent would keep us all safe, I told myself.

"Come with me then!" Sir Gideon went ahead, beckoning all of us to follow him. He took us to a large room with all manner of kinky restraint and suspension devices, far more sophisticated than the one we had invented at home. Other people were using them and it reminded me of some of the illustrations in the books that Margaret had loaned us. The musky scent of sex pervaded the room but the other occupants were merely carrying on with their activity, practically ignoring our presence. Cat's eyes opened wide and I shared her nervousness. We both began to tremble uncontrollably at the same time. I looked at Monique and noticed her eyes were glistening with anticipation and she was appearing to accept the situation that we were confronted with without any noticeable alarm. Her naked body was firm with desire and her nipples were unusually enlarged. She had evidently been in this situation before and was apparently looking forward to whatever lay ahead of us.

"Come with me, my dear Barbara." Sir Gideon's cultured English accent invaded my thoughts. It was not so much of an invitation but an order. I raised my eyes toward Kent but he was merely nodding his head without speaking to me. Like a robot, I hesitantly walked toward Sir Gideon as he stood beside a vacant bed-like device with velvet ropes hanging from all four corners. He noticed my trembling and smiled reassuringly.




Addicted to Attention Ch. 09



"You have been examined before, I take it?"

To Be Continued...

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Addicted to Attention Ch. 10



Sir Gideon asked me to try the equipment in the room for comfort, smiling at me reassuringly. 

"Please be gentle with me Sir. I've never been examined like this before." Indicating the velvet ropes at each corner of the device with my eyes before lowering them again.

"Your safe word?" He asked abruptly, his smile vanished.

"Kent." I replied softly. Another Freudian choice, I realised as soon as I said it. That was the second time tonight that I had let my intrigue about Kent and his strange penchant for this unusual lifestyle slip from my lips. It was obvious that I needed to be under control by somebody other than my husband. Wordlessly I lay down and opened up my arms and legs to allow him to secure me to the unusual examination couch to his entire satisfaction. It was the first time that I had surrendered myself this way to a total stranger but I could see Kent, Cathy and Monique watching me as they walked around the room. 

When he finished securing me he smiled again as he pulled on the latex gloves that Kent had given him. I noticed that his fingers were long and his nails we well trimmed. Whatever he did for a living, his hands had never done any sort of manual work. Despite my exposed position I grew wetter before his piercing eyes and I could sense that my clit was fully engorged. It was rigid with anticipation. I closed my eyes, partly because of my embarrassment and also because I didn't want to appear arrogant. Margaret had instructed me that it was expected that I shouldn't look a Master directly in the eyes, in this very sort of situation. 

"Very good, my dear." His rich voice reached my ears. "You may watch while I show your friends how this couch operates."

He pushed a button and suddenly I felt pressure under my bottom as the top half of my body was lifted in the air and my bonds tightened on both my wrists and my ankles. I opened my eyes wide in alarm as the pressure became uncomfortably noticeable.

"There! That's better." Sir Gideon exclaimed with a sigh. "Now I can see what I'm doing." He flexed his fingers. "Just relax my dear and this won't hurt you a bit." He purred.

I felt my anal plug being gently removed and being replaced by two long probing fingers. At the same time he opened my vagina tenderly and probed inside my entrance. With my arms and legs fully stretched and securely held by velvet ropes, I realised that the lower half or the device had slipped away and my genitals were totally exposed to his touch. By this time I had surrendered any embarrassment that I had felt earlier as I bucked and convulsed with imminent release and vocalised my enjoyment in the usual way. The fact that strangers were in the room no longer mattered. This man seemed to know a great deal about a woman's anatomy and sensed when I was about to explode in helpless orgasmic release. He made a sharp movement and withdrew his fingers and then squeezed my nipples as hard as he could. I heard a piercing scream as I orgasmed again and again, realising it was my own voice as I bucked and squirmed with delight.

"Isn't she delightful." Sir Gideon was talking to Kent. " I knew that she would be quite special when I first laid eyes on her." 

He and Kent were watching me enjoy the powerful climax that he had induced. "Leave the details of our arrangement to me, my friend."

Without as much as a backward glance, Sir Gideon left the room with one last parting remark. "Enjoy yourself, my friends."

What did he mean by arrangement? As I gathered my wits and Cat was given Kent's permission to release me, I pondered that question as my breathing returned to normal. I never would have believed that a total stranger would take my breath away with no sexual penetration by his penis. I was still bewildered when Cathy was asked to try a suspension device while Monique brought her to ecstasy with her oral technique, and then later reversed roles. I watched in awe, at her enthusiasm, as Cat skilfully brought Monique to an ear splitting orgasm, continuing to stimulate her until she nearly passed out. 

I can't begin to describe the feeling of pride and wonderment as I took my place on the device, opening myself to the advances of all three of my friends as they satisfied me in all areas of my being. 

I was weak-kneed when I put my shoes back on and made my way to the limousine with the other ladies, still naked, wearing only high heeled shoes and my waist chain and sank into the plush seating. I hadn't even noticed the cold night air as Kent escorted us all to the open rear door, closing it after making us all comfortable and kissing us tenderly. 

"What a night!" I whispered to the other ladies. "That man that examined me really knew what he was doing." I whispered excitedly. "I couldn't have said the safe word, even if I had wanted to."

Margaret just smiled.

"You haven't been with Kent yet. You just wait, my dear." 

We talked, swapping our experiences and touching and kissing among ourselves, as we drove back to Maple Lake. It was three in the morning by the time we went inside Kent's bungalow so we stayed for the rest of the night. By agreement, we all slept together until later on that morning and spent the rest of the day, after breakfast and showering, having the most outrageous sexual encounters with each other as one family.

Kent was a real stud, very well endowed, with a metal stud through the knob of his penis that excited me as well as Cat from the first moment we saw it. I had never been with a pierced man before and begged him, as he entered my vagina, to take it slowly as I wasn't sure how it might affect my internal organs. I had pleased him orally beforehand and it felt smooth to the touch of my tongue but I was still quite concerned, knowing I knew he would stretch me further and penetrate me deeper than I had ever experienced before. 

I faced him and lowered myself onto his member, hovering astride him he lay still to allow me to sink lower and thus control the action. He was a considerate lover, letting me lower myself at my own pace until I had all of him inside me. I had been penetrated as deeply before, with an artificial penis, but the feeling of accomplishment and the human warmth of his penis was amazing. 

At the age of twenty-seven I had only had four other penises actually enter me until now. I knew that Cat had enjoyed more that twice my number of lovers. She was brought up by far more permissive parents and had enjoyed her first lover at the age of fifteen. Des was only my third serious boyfriend and although last night's amazing performance would belie my inexperience, {I still couldn't believe what I had freely allowed with so many complete strangers} I was still relatively virginal when it came to counting other partners. 

As I lay there with his enormous penis deep inside me, Des lubricated my bottom. I must have tightened my vaginal muscles as he did so. Kent reassured me by gently rocking me back and forth and whispering in my ear. At least it was Des. I could hardly refuse him. 

I relaxed and allowed my husband to enter my anus and began to move. I had never been so fully penetrated and orgasmed almost immediately, the release making me more reckless in my movements. Des climaxed first and I felt him explode his hot sperm. Des withdrew then Rick mounted me, sliding his penis fully into my lubricated anal canal. I looked at Kent, but he smiled and reassured me so I allowed myself to be anally pleasured yet again. I felt the pressure build as Rick expended his seed inside me as well. I was thankful that Ken was occupied with Monica and Cathy as I was getting a bit sore around my sphincter muscles. Being stretched as I had been, with Kent's penis still inside me, I raised my hips until my vaginal muscle was almost at the tip of Kent's throbbing member. I then lowered myself more quickly as I found the stud of his pierced penis stimulating. 

I rode him faster now until he spurted his hot sperm deep inside me. He was concerned and he asked me if I was all right as I gingerly raised my hips off him, to clean up in the bathroom. 

"I'm fine now, thank you sir." I said, without thinking. 

"Would it please you if I helped you clean up?" I knew that Kent liked to shower between partners from my conversations in the back of the limousine. I was also unsure how long to keep up with the Master/ Slave relationship. "Just instruct me Sir and I will be very happy to do whatever pleases you." I stammered awkwardly.

"You and your family pleased me more than I could tell you last night." Kent began, as the others were otherwise occupied. "As you know, I have always respected you and your family. Last night we enjoyed an incredible evening and I certainly hope we may do it again soon. I would like you to call me whatever you wish today. Our business relationship will remain unchanged. It is my wish, that when your family leaves here today, you will talk together about your experiences. If any of you don't wish to repeat the light bondage discipline then I will understand. If you do, however, I know that we have much to teach you and experiences to share that will thrill you more and more as time goes on. Perhaps we can teach each other. If you all decide to continue just let me know."

I was enthralled and humbled. This man, for whom I had enormous respect, recognised me as the head of my family. He was allowing me to make a conscious decision and let him know before proceeding along the path begun last night. I kissed him. 

"Thanks Kent, we'll have an answer for you as soon as possible.

He grinned. 

"By the way, you made a lot of money last night and all the profits belong to you by right. Whatever you decide." He said mysteriously.

I had just concluded having sex with my boss, both of us still naked and this wonderful man acted as though he had just concluded a business meeting. I was beginning to love him all the more. 

"There's gotta be an upside somewhere." I giggled as I ran to the shower, holding myself from spilling his seed on the floor. 

I knew he wouldn't take offence, as Kent and Margaret had an amazing sense of humour, a brilliant lifestyle and a sense of adventure that I hoped to equal. 

We stayed for the rest of the day, that Thursday, enjoying our new relationship. During the time remaining, everybody in the room experienced vaginal and anal sex in every possible combination. Margaret and Rick had also combined at one point, much to my surprise. I had mixed feelings about allowing Kent anal sex with me though. I was still a little sore in this area but I promised him that I would try to accommodate him at some later time and he seemed to understand. I was pleased that he wasn't about to make an issue of it. Monique and Margaret persuaded Kent and Rick to stay on for the weekend and make business arrangements on the phone. It was pointless to return to the city for only one full day. I spoke to Kent and agreed to discuss the issues of the relationship fully with the others as no doubt, he would with his own family. We agreed to spend Thursday night and Friday separately to allow some free space for discussion. I had already made up my mind.

The weather on Friday was improving but we discussed at length between our group, all the possible negative implications of sexual involvement with Kent's friends. There were a few, but the additional freedom from constraint and the additional security that the other group offered heavily outweighed any negative elements. Not surprisingly, I was elected to deal with Kent alone if possible, to resolve any issues that may arise. My darling Des actually suggested this and the others agreed straight away, wholeheartedly. 

Cat, when we were alone, confided to me that the experience of taking Kent anally, while riding Ken, was the experience of a lifetime. She had never felt so accomplished as a woman. I told her that I would have loved to try it but my sphincter muscles were still too inflamed and I wanted the experience to be perfect, when it happened.

We discussed the full details of allowing intimate touching by the members of the club as we had made our way around. I was still rather incredulous that we had permitted ourselves to orgasm so publicly and enjoyed the caresses of complete strangers in this way. 

We decided in the end that the permissive atmosphere of the crowd, the excitement of the occasion and of being subservient to Kent had combined in a very unique way. Cathy and I had long abandoned any remaining inhibitions we may have had. Being mastered by Kent, who we knew would not permit penetration by any unknown individual, had protected us from going any further. In the heat of the moment this may easily have happened without Kent's instructions. 

Kent's experience and respect had been invaluable in the situation. I trusted him implicitly, to protect us from allowing our emotions to override our better judgement and keep us safe. Cat agreed that she had thoroughly enjoyed the liberated yet controlled experience of allowing intimate fondling of our sex organs by strangers, to the point of orgasm. Exhibitionism was relatively unexciting, although we always enjoyed that as well. Under Kent's experienced guidance we could enjoy our continuing sexual education as Margaret and Monique obviously had. 

Monique was totally subservient to Kent as he, alone, held the key to unlock the entrance to her vagina. We all suspected that she was an otherwise uncontrolled nymphomaniac. Kent controlled her, largely for her own and more importantly the group's safety. It had been obvious to all of us, the relish with which she had engaged in sexual activity the moment Kent unlocked her vagina and removed her butt plug on our return last night. She was totally under his control, willingly submitting to any command that he gave. Her flawless body was a testament to Kent's gentle authority over her sexual desires. It was evident to all of us that he wasn't sadistic. Many of the others in the club last night were a lot different. Cat and I had both noticed the scars and burn marks on many of the women, as well as some of the men, as we made our way around the room. I shuddered when remembering the deeply scarred breasts and genitals of some of the women in that room. 

I would willingly kill any man that attempted to disfigure Cat or myself in those disgusting ways. I just can't believe that any sane woman would willingly allow the mutilation of their breasts and vaginas, evident on some of the women. I had never before seen a woman with her labia and clitoris totally removed by crude surgery, or with deep scars where their nipples had been. I had heard that the practice of this barbaric ritual was common in some countries but the reality of seeing European women so horrifically scarred had almost made me sick. 

I had purposely refused the touch, intimate or otherwise, of the men in the company of those women. Fortunately, they had accepted my refusal with no argument and I had moved on, doing my best to forget as I allowed the more pleasant groups at other tables almost totally unrestricted access to my body parts when they asked me. 

I believe that this mutual pleasure assisted me to forget what I had seen. There was no denying that both Cat and I had thoroughly enjoyed our submissive behaviour with Kent and his family. For the first time we were truly liberated by our experiences at the club. We felt that we could be ourselves and unafraid to express our pleasure in front of strangers.

To Be Continued...



Addicted to Attention Ch. 11



Kent arrived, remaining dressed as we sat down to talk. Des, Ken and Cathy had gone to Lakeside to take charge of the small crowd expected that evening. I was always naked at home and I sat opposite to him, with my knees further apart than usual, in the way I had been instructed would please him. We talked for four hours, sipping coffee occasionally, speaking frankly about every aspect of the concerns of our two groups. Age had never emerged as a concern with any of us and after telling him just that, neither of us mentioned it again. 

Social concerns and business limitations as well as philosophy were discussed at length. The natural pecking order of the individuals within both our groups was taking a lot of reconciliation and understanding. When moral issues came to the fore, Kent frankly confirmed my suspicions that Monique was indeed a nymphomaniac. Even his own dear wife Margaret was an enthusiastic lesbian although, like Cathy, very bisexual. The room was warm and Kent soon removed his clothing as he felt more comfortable during the course of the conversation. He noted that I was sitting in a manner that always pleased him and thanked me for the thoughtful complement. On a philosophic level he believed that all serious discussion should be conducted as openly, private parts fully exposed to the other party. I laughed with him, as he said the world would not be in as much trouble if all world leaders followed our example and did likewise. He was serious and sincere in this belief, I know, but the thought was hilarious as we imagined the possibilities with the current leaders. 

That set the mood for the rest of the meeting where we discussed all aspects of the personal and professional lives, within our two groups. At the end of the discussion we agreed on every aspect of a future relationship. I knew everything I needed to know of their group's individual personalities and Kent had intimate knowledge of my family's objectives and beliefs. 

Kent and I had always been friends and our individual hopes were almost complementary in joining our two groups in a way that would stimulate and enrich all our lives. Even our finances had been covered during the discussion and although Kent would continue to guide our personal lives, I would advise and lead our financial future. Kent readily conceded that my guidance in this respect was as good, if not better than his own. He would consult with me in all matters of business, investing with us in my audacious plans for Maple Lake, to expedite the end result envisioned by me. 

As yet, this aspect of my personal aspirations had not fully been discussed with Des, Ken or even Cathy. It would not be possible to amalgamate funds equitably so any joint venture would be on a strict business footing. 

"Ken and Des can both be taken into the lingerie business as soon as they can arrange to leave the bank." Kent said unexpectedly. There will be no drop in salary. You can sell your house and stay with our group if you like, Barbara?" He offered. "You'll like our house. We have lot's of interesting features. He urged.

"I'll talk to the others first, but it sounds wonderful." I looked at him quizzically. "What was that business about arrangements with Sir Gideon. The last thing he said before he left the room."

"Oh That!" He grinned. "He was very impressed with you. I'll tell you later." He said enigmatically "First, did you enjoy his little examination?" He was interested in my reaction.

"I never knew--" I blushed. "I mean-- He was very good really-- Yes, it was very memorable, Kent." I recovered my shock. "The man was a real expert." I blushed again. "It felt so good--knowing you were there to watch over me. I would never have done it on my own-- you know --let him--." 

Kent was smiling as he watched my stumbling reply.

"Will you always obey me? No matter what." He probed.

"Yes Kent. I will!" I said without hesitation.

"Then, you will move in with us!" He stated. "No argument?" 

"No Sir. No argument." The words slipped easily off of my tongue. Kent would be my only Master. The best part was that our relationship would be normal, as it had always been, but we would all play slaves to Kent's Mastery when we went out. "Do you wish to take me now?" I looked at his magnificent member, watching it grow as I invited his attention.

"You know what I like, Barbara." He sighed. "Are you ready for that yet?"

I told him that I had enjoyed his sexual control and trusted him to be a benevolent master whenever he wished. I would freely and willingly do anything he desired, as he ordered, refusing to use the safe word at my discretion unless I absolutely had to. 

"I do want to please you, Kent--I mean Sir." I was still mildly sore but I trusted him, wanting to convey the respect that I had for him in the most appropriate way that I could think of. Domination was beginning to free my moral convention completely, in a most exciting way. 

"Will you pleasure me first?" Kent indicated his stiffening penis.

I took his penis in my mouth and brought him to full erection, marvelling at the taste and size of his organ. I then brought him a jar of lubricant and followed his instruction as he positioned me with my legs fully outstretched offering him full-unrestricted access to my quivering bottom. I sighed as he tenderly massaged the oil and lubricant around my sphincter muscles, relaxing them as much as I could in preparation for receiving his beautiful erect penis. I promised myself not to inhibit Kent's full penetration in any way and just accept any pain that I felt.

"Just ask if you want me to stop." Kent whispered softly. 

He really was the most considerate lover, stopping to allow me to catch my breath as he eased his throbbing hot penis progressively further into my anus. I felt tears come to my eyes as he pressed further inside me than I would have believed possible, warming my internal organs and throbbing vaginal walls as he went. 

My clitoris was fully engorged and I orgasmed loudly before he was fully inside me. He stopped immediately, while I subsided and regained control.

"Keep going Sir, please." I urged him to continue, shamelessly making it quite obvious that I wanted his entire penis inside my bottom. Although tears came to my eyes I ignored the discomfort as the pressure built, pushing back toward him until I felt his large testicles nestled in between my legs. I now had all of him inside me and he rested momentarily, fully buried in my anus. 

I could feel a warm throbbing sensation deep inside my internal organs, further inside than I would have believed possible. I felt a strong sense of personal accomplishment. It was a pleasant sensation once he was inside me and Kent slowly stroked at first, filling me with satisfaction. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as he tenderly caressed my hardened nipples and kissed my neck. I felt as if I belonged to him in every way and I knew that I would always do anything that he asked of me. When he climaxed deep inside my bottom, he guided me to lay beside him with his penis still firmly inside me. We must have laid together like that for nearly half an hour as he played with my body tenderly and thrilled me with continuous orgasmic delight. 

"You are everything I could ever have hoped for. Regarding your earlier question, my dear. I want you to become a Mistress." He held my face. "Not that sort of mistress." Looking into my eyes. "You already are in charge of your family. I've arranged for you to have Master status from last night." He confided, softly.

Kent had received an complimentary life membership of the club in Taylor's Ridge, and come to an agreement with the club's management committee to sell his creations exclusively throughout the entire city. He had done this through my company, ensuring that I would have Master status in the club and access to all their facilities and profit from every sale at the wholesale level. I would be able to go there at any time in his absence as an honoured guest, guaranteed of safety and high status within the club. The club was renowned as the most exclusive in the entire district.

I was radiant with happiness and rang to inform the others that I would not come into town, unless they needed me. Kent rang Margaret to let her know that everything had been discussed and agreed and he would be home later. Meanwhile Kent and I shared some of the most tender moments as he explored every inch of my body with his tongue and hands. He was wonderful, stimulating my mind as much as my body and already making plans for our next encounter as a complete group. I knew that the next time we all went out on an evening it would fulfil every fantasy my family had ever expressed, and more. I spent my energy trying to stimulate Kent for a repeat performance and finally I was rewarded by a vigorous erection. Although I was mildly sore I lay down in his favoured position and gritted my teeth as he filled me yet again. It was hard to understand how something so painful at first could possibly be so pleasurable. I was a tiger for punishment of this sort and this time, the sensations of his penis sliding in and out lasted even longer. It was magical while it lasted and I knew that Kent was enthralled by my willingness to allow him to push in as far as he could. I urged him to ejaculate while he was fully buried inside me, shamelessly wriggling back against him once I felt the first hint of climax and gripping him tightly. He flooded me with warmth, both in a physical sense and emotionally. I knew that I would never tire of this unique experience and I was gratified by the more permanent arrangements that we had made this evening. 

Once again we lay side by side as Kent and I tenderly enjoyed the feeling of togetherness. I wished that we had started this relationship much earlier but I realised that Cathy and I would never have accepted his advances from the start. In a strange way he had trained me gradually, right from the beginning of our business relationship to the present moment with love and complete understanding. It was an unreal situation and Kent was still with me at Rome when the others returned, two hours later. We told them about the results but not the means of it's resolution.

Kent explained to my family the results of our extensive discussion and the benefits of selling our family home, inviting Des and Ken to leave their jobs and join him at Kent's Creations in expanding the business along the lines of my discussions with him that evening. Kent gave me a key to the boutique as well as his family home, even entrusting a spare key to Monique's chastity equipment to me alone. This act proved to me beyond doubt that Kent regarded me as an equal which made me feel very special. 

He had already conveyed to me, the set of circumstances under which he would allow her freedom from these devices. I knew that Margaret had the other key at most times, to allow for her toileting needs. Rick did not have a key, for reasons that Kent had explained to me in strict confidence. I ranked next to Kent and equal to Margaret in the new arrangement. I was happy to be Kent's slave in matters of our sexual enjoyment, particularly on an evening out. 

After Kent left to go home, my family congratulated me on the best arrangement for everyone, personal or business. Des had been my main concern as it wasn't normal for me to negotiate on his behalf without fully consulting with him. Ken and Cat trusted my judgement because they had never been as well off, prior to joining my family. 

Tonight however, Des had left the whole decision in my hands and was genuinely thrilled with the end result. He knew that I loved him and after all the changes in our lives following that first drive into the country, when I fulfilled most of his fantasies, he loved me and supported me even more. He was returning to the bank job with Ken next Monday and I left him in charge of selling our own house and negotiating with the directors of the bank to leave his job, with the best possible pension settlement terms for our family. 

The new pecking order in the expanded family pleased both Ken and Des. My darling Cat was ebullient when I confided in her later, telling her I would alway love her and promised never to be jealous of her enjoyment of Monique, Margaret, or indeed any other partner she chose to be with within our two families. In all the time that we had been together as sexual partners I had never needed to give her orders or been questioned by her.

Saturday night was good for this time of the year. Kent brought his family and invited Harold and Heather to join our table for drinks. The show was an ordinary enough affair. I pointed out Caroline to Kent, as Jill's sister who did nude modelling for a living. Melissa and Darlene's shop was almost ready and Rick was looking for someone to manage a photography studio as an add on to the lingerie shop for next summer. Rick approached Caroline about a job, sounding her out to check her knowledge of the studio business.

Harold was pleased with Darlene's new career and looked up to Kent as the source of their stock and adviser to their business enterprise. Kent was on a fishing expedition, among the pleasant social chit chat. His active mind was filling with local knowledge, as he extracted the information he required, to fast track the plans that I had outlined to him on Friday night. I admired his evaluation of the surrounding area as he probed the local peoples knowledge to his advantage. We all had to return to the city the next day and there was a huge amount of arrangements to be made. 

Tony and David had worked on the main building faster than we had expected and the internal work almost complete. They explained that new building construction was faster than renovation because timber could be pre-cut, saving hours of measuring then cutting every individual piece. 

"You won't mind building another shop next to Melissa's then?"

"Same size?" Tony asked me with a smile.

"Rick will let you know what he needs." I explained. "Over the winter months my plans for Maple Lake can now be expedited." 

The next day we all returned to the city, anxious to view Kent's family home and begin our forward plans. Cat and I still enjoyed the preparations and modelling but we knew a new dimension to the shows would result from our more intimate relationship with Kent's family.

We were in awe as we toured Kent's large family home, noting the privacy and facilities within. As our plans progressed, we looked forward to sharing the beautiful mansion with our new partners whenever we were in the city. Kent had exquisite taste and he and Margaret showed us where we could all sleep. 

The pool area was magnificent, heated for winter, with an adjoining gymnasium where Margaret and Monique had kept their bodies so trim. Monique did all the housework and Margaret designed gear and kept the outside grounds immaculate, having men in once per week to do the heavy work. It was an idyllic lifestyle that they had enjoyed for many years and we felt privileged to share with them. We had left the convertible at Maple Lake for the return trip but Kent had three cars, which we all had the use of whenever we went shopping in the city. Sunday night was spent, together with our new family, getting used to our new luxurious surroundings. Monique was always totally subservient, sharing her workload with Cathy in the kitchen when the rest of us talked and planned the week ahead. 

I had always enjoyed Margaret's company on an intellectual level and as Kent and I had predicted, Monique and Cathy readily satisfied Des and Ken's sexual needs. Along with Margaret and I, the men enjoyed watching as much as participation and the new pecking order seemed to satisfy all of us extremely well. 

Over the following months I experienced, as we all did, all the support and pleasure that resulted. As we went about preparations for the following summer, Kent arranged for conferences for other firms as well as holding six major lingerie exhibitions at the newly finished additions to Lakeside at Maple Lake. 

Des and Ken left the bank, our house sold readily and the funds were invested in more prime property around Maple Lake. Des did some amazing deals, buying two of the motels near Lakeside on Kent's behalf, including the newest one where we had stayed on the long weekend with Cat and Ken. On our behalf he negotiated for further vacant property on the other side of the lake, including the spot that Melissa and David had used as a lover's retreat. 

Kent and I spent less time travelling now, as we had organised air travel from nearest airfield with a charter helicopter directly to Rome. This reduced the travelling time to less than an hour. Surprisingly, it worked out cheaper, taking everything into account. 

Our young friends did very well with their lingerie sales and although the shop had slowed down over the winter, they had organised sales in the district with all their friends to keep them very profitable. The added swimwear lines that Darlene made were starting to sell with her own label. Kent and Margaret were developing their own range to supply the shop as well. Wherever possible I involved our young friends in management or care-taking of our interests as their abilities permitted and Kent and I spent more time in managing the overall concept. My vision of changing the small town to a bustling economic tourist destination was becoming more of a reality. Spring saw property values increasing and I was glad that Des had secured most of the valuable lakeside property in the area between all of us. The ultimate aim was to sell the boutique operation in the city and concentrate our combined efforts at Maple Lake, making trips to the city a lot less necessary. Although the city boutique had been profitable, the design and wholesale selling of Kent's Creations was really the most lucrative part. The Lakeside showings, to out of town as well as overseas buyers, had been extremely well received by the clients. Many of them stayed for a few days, spending their money among local traders and accommodation venues in the town. Most of them stayed at one of Kent's two motels, much to his delight. 

Kent and I worked well as a team. Our mutual respect had grown over the last months. I alway's remembered his preferences when sitting, in his presence, even during business meetings. I always raised the back of my skirt and sat with my naked bottom touching the surface of the chair. My knees were always at well apart displaying my smooth vagina for his approval. The ritual had become such a part of my life that I now did it without thinking. Cathy also observed this practice automatically and we were always rewarded with a loving smile of satisfaction. 

As the mutual trust developed, Kent challenged our sense of adventure with progressively more daring exploits. Caroline had been developed in a similar way. We often used her talents at Lakeside, along with Sue and her sister Jill, in modelling the various lines of lingerie at the larger shows. As they were all attractive in their own individual ways, and kept their figures in good shape, they were ideally suited to model the more standard lines. Rick would guide and encourage them, as he had done with us, to flaunt their sexuality when modelling progressively more revealing numbers. The workload, otherwise, would have been far too demanding on Cat and I, with swimwear to model as well. Caroline was also to run the photo studio for Rick as soon as it was completed. Lakeside was now completed and bookings for conferences during the week now more regular. I often used my contacts with the professional strippers to put on special shows for them. Neither Cat nor I wanted to appear ourselves as we were busy most of the time with our modelling work.




Addicted to Attention Ch. 11



Kent found the perfect buyer for his city boutique just as we were closing one day and called me in to meet with him. Cat and Rick had already left to go home, thankfully. As I was about to sit down I looked at Kent. He nodded imperceptibly. We had developed a signal over the last few months for use when clients were in our office. 

Depending on Kent's assessment of the situation, I would either stand during the meeting or sit as I normally did in Kent's presence. On occasion this worked to our benefit, taking advantage of my readiness to exhibit or on some rare occasions to demonstrate my submissive nature to clients. 

On this occasion Kent showed me off while I sat in the submissive position. 

"Look at her clit! She loves showing herself off for me." Kent chuckled. "Show him your tits--No, Take your dress off!" He ordered.

I quickly removed my dress and stood naked in front of the man while he surveyed my body. I lowered my eyes, allowing him to feast his eyes on me, deliberately putting one foot on the chair so that he could see my arousal more plainly. Kent had instructed me not to make eye contact with any of the clients while he was showing me off this way, reasoning that it showed a degree of arrogance. I could smell the scent of my sex wafting in the air and feel my cheeks redden. 

The old man caught me by surprise as he tweaked my nipples and rolled them between his fingers, remarking on my nipple rings. I felt a rush of blood spring to my breasts and my nipples stand to attention. Kent enjoyed testing my limits with strangers in this way, although I had never let him down. I had always assured him that I would do anything he asked of me to prove my trust in him. 

"You can use these if you want to examine her more closely." He said casually. Kent handed the client a pair of latex gloves, as he had only done once before. He addressed me. "What are you waiting for, girl. Assume the position!" He barked.

I blushed, as I knew what Kent expected of me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks again. I sat on the edge of his desk with my legs wide apart. Without a word I complied with his instruction and positioned myself, holding my ankles and fully exposing my moistened genitals to the client. 

"Look at the way her clit stands to attention for you." Kent was smiling as the client was eagerly putting on the gloves. "See if you can make her squeal." He chuckled.

The elderly man was allowed to explore my body as I leaned backward over the desk. Kent ordered changes of position as examined my breasts and cupped them in his hands. It was a humiliating experience for any woman but I was proud to know that I was pleasing Kent so I was co-operating fully. The creepy old man subjected my body to the crudest of internal examinations of my vagina and then my anus as well, probing both orifices with his gloved index fingers. I bit my lip and attempted to hold myself back. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making me squirm or make the slightest sound. 

"Keep your legs apart and show the good gentleman how you feel when I shove my cock up your arse!" Kent raised his voice, suddenly.

"Whatever you say Master." I whispered.

In this most humiliating way, I gently stimulated my clitoris to orgasm. I gasped and shuddered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure took over my body. I vocalised my enjoyment in the usual way. The client watched as my orgasm subsided and once again I was still.

"Look how wet she is now!" The client gasped. "I'll bet she's much hotter now." 

Breathing heavily, I glowed triumphantly as I leaned back again and used my hands to support my body. I remained in that position while Kent and the other man discussed the glow that the climax brought to my body in the crudest possible terms. The old man commented again on the increased internal temperature of my body as he wriggled his fingers inside me again with a smile on his face. After a few moments he withdrew his hand and took off the latex gloves. The client seemed contented with his fun and he congratulated Kent on my subservient nature. 

"Thank you sir. Now let's talk business." He enthused. 

Kent dismissed me to the dressing room, handing me my dress.

"Go and clean yourself up, girl!" He said in a sharp voice. 

I showered and cleaned myself up, happy that I may have assisted Kent with his dealings and proud that I hadn't let him down. When he left half an hour later, Kent was smiling broadly as he told me that the buyer was a member of a small BDSM club and would pay well for the business. He would be changing it into clubrooms with a sex shop outlet. 

"You really will do anything for me, won't you?" He smiled at me. "You did well!" He hugged me without waiting for a reply.

I kissed him and returned his embrace.

"Now, for the house!" Kent had renewed enthusiasm.

I nodded my head coquettishly.

"And onward to Maple Lake." I agreed. I was flushed with pride and we went home to tell the others.

To Be Continued In The Final Chapter...

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Addicted to Attention Ch. 12



Kent's house was put on the market and sold, not unexpectedly, for a small fortune to another business leader who had been introduced to the property by Des. He suspected that one of his former clients would appreciate the unusual decor and amenities offered by the mansion and he paid the full price, asked by Kent

The commission for the deal was sufficient to freehold Lakeside and some other properties Des had acquired on our family's behalf. Kent willingly paid the commission that the other real estate agents had quoted him to us. We had always kept our individual finances on a separate footing and although we offered to handle the sale for less money, Kent insisted that we take the lowest commission offer that he had received from the professional agents in the city. All Kent's lovely personal artworks and possessions were stored in preparation for the move and he took all his vehicles to Maple Lake.

As I had counselled Kent over the winter months, I believed that the business profits would increase by the move. Most of his contract manufacturers were dotted around the country and Maple Lake was central to both his suppliers and his client base. 

All our fashion shows would be held at Lakeside in future as we now had no further business in the old city. A smaller, more intimate showroom was fitted out at Lakeside under our skilled direction, specifically for the purpose of showing BDSM gear. It was in a separate and secure area of the building from the general public and decorated like a dungeon for additional dramatic effect. Of all Kent's clients, only those who bought specialist gear were to be invited into this showroom. It was more discrete and only Cat, myself and sometimes Monique did the modelling in there. It had been my idea, remembering the mutual pleasure of close contact with the spectators at Taylor's Ridge that first night. Any worthwhile clients were allowed to touch and occasionally caress us if they wished.

Margaret and Monique had mixed feelings about selling their beautiful mansion with all it's facilities and sculptured grounds, but Kent promised Margaret that he would allow them to pick any property at Maple Lake. He would duplicate and improve, a brand new replacement wherever they chose to live. Meanwhile they would continue to live in their current bungalow. 

Margaret liked the spot across the lake from Rome that Des had bought for our family. Tony and David would construct the new building, able to employ as much additional labour as they needed. There was no road access, the property being part of a fifty acre block adjoining a larger farm owned still by an elderly couple. It had been a brilliant deal, also protecting the privacy we enjoyed at Rome. Des had secured the block because we had wanted to buy as much of the lake frontage as possible, knowing it would only become even more valuable in the future. I immediately offered in to Kent in return for an equal share in their business. So I obtained for my family a full partnership in Kent's Creations. It would give us equal control with Kent. 

We celebrated the deal by all going out to the finest restaurant in town, spending the evening discussing all the possibilities for the location of the largest and most palatial private dwelling at Maple Lake. 

"We'll both be Masters now, in every sense of the word." Kent toasted the deal with a smile on his face. "To you, Barbara."

Later, when we arrived home, I enjoyed submitting to him as I had always done, proving to him that nothing had changed in respect of our recreational activity. I enjoyed his control in that aspect of my life. Margaret was thrilled and looked forward to the move. 

Des and Ken, as always, sorted out the legalities and fine tuned the minor details with Kent the following day and we transferred our land rights to Kent in exchange for fifty percent of the company shares.

Over the time that we had stayed in the city the opportunity for recreation had been severely curtailed. I looked forward to spending time at the Gentleman's Club at Taylor's Ridge. Kent had his private facilities at the mansion but the thrill of submission to strangers at the Club still excited me. I often thought about the first night we were there with Kent's family and I was now ready for even more challenging direction. I couldn't quite understand the unique thrill that I experienced from my submissiveness and humiliation in front of strangers. I loved the challenge of dangerous situations and trusted Kent to educate and guide me to, as yet, unknown limits. 

I now sensed that Kent had much more to teach me about my developing sexual needs for domination. I had been close to curtailing the disgusting activities of that horrible old man at the city office and yet it was thrilling me at the same time. Only my determination to succeed in pleasing Kent forced me to comply with his demands. The pride and elation I felt afterward, as I showered, had confused me. I began to wonder at which point I would choose to use the safe word or gesture. There was no doubt that my compliance had pleased Kent, who I knew respected me even more. The only limit that I had told him earlier on was not to mark or disfigure my body permanently. I knew that he would never expose me to disease because I was a part of his family.

Four of our young friends were now married, a double wedding, as Darlene and David had moved their plans ahead to coincide with Tony's wedding to my dear friend Melissa. They still lived together in the lakeside property rented from us but I knew that with Kent's contract to build the new mansion it probably wouldn't be long before Tony could afford to build his own house. I talked to Melissa about her hopes for the future, assuring her that the property would be theirs to rent as long as they needed it. She asked me if I would have a more private discussion with her later as she needed my advice on a personal matter. I arranged a time when we could get together alone during the following day, suspecting that she and Tony were planning to build. 

The following day, Melissa hesitantly asked what I thought about her and Tony sharing sex with David and Darlene. She had known, or at least suspected that my family was more intimate together than we let on. She was quick to point out that it didn't affect the way they all felt about our group, and all her friends respected our friendship with them. She had wanted to ask but been afraid of offending me before now. From the first day I met Melissa she had idolised me, often asking my advice regarding womanly matters among other things. I was amazed that after she had been married only months that she would even been considering the sort of relationship I had with my family but I explained all the potential pitfalls first, then the benefits if it worked out. I didn't mention anything about Kent's family or our other little unconventional interests. She was far to young to understand my growing submissive nature. I gathered that she must be considering wife swapping or group sex with Darlene and David. She began to cry, telling me that they had all been sleeping together since they rented our property and it was working out just fine. She and Darlene now had a clit piercing since her marriage to David and it had increased her need for more sexual excitement, as Darlene's parents had forewarned. 

The real reason that she wanted my advice was that Tony had noticed the new showroom decorations. I put my arm around her and asked if she found it too embarrassing. 

"No, that's not it either." She, smiled shyly. "David and Tony have always encouraged us to be naked, as you know. The trouble is that I enjoy it so much now, as I know you do. It makes me feel all tingly and sexy. No, I think I need your guidance on the other interests you seem to have."

I sighed, as I opened up to her. 

"It is time I had a long talk to all of you together, Melissa. You could be in danger of all manner of problems if you go it alone without my advice. You must all tell me everything, honestly and without fear and I promise to explain everything you need to know. There are too many dangerous people out there who could hurt you and your family." 

"We've all agreed to ask you some time ago." she told me, drying her eyes. "We respect you so much that we didn't want to offend you and it's too embarrassing to ask anybody else, even Harold. Darlene would just die if he knew. I knew we could trust you to tell us." She gushed, as she squeezed my hand. 

I made arrangements to see all of them alone that evening after they had all finished work. 

Melissa greeted me at the door, totally naked and displaying her new genital piercing, inviting me in to the room where they all sat at a table, also naked. I sat at the head of the table where Melissa was holding my chair. 

They listened intently as I elaborated on the many risks associated with the lifestyle that I was now part of, extolling the virtues of cleanliness and trust that had to be paramount in associating with others. 

This set the agenda for the rest of the meeting as for two hours I asked and answered questions that arose between them, determining that they were indeed serious and they had put intelligent thought into the health and other issues that concerned me. I had seen couples at the Gentleman's Club as young as these friends but it surprised me that in the time I had been so busy advancing my families business interests, our young friends had developed their sexual interests to such a profound degree. 

I was proud of Melissa for having the respect in me, to allow her hesitant approach. I looked at her as I rose to leave and told her that I would tell my family, with her permission. I promised to discuss what we had spoken of and get back to them soon with an invitation to discuss their interests further.

Over the spring my plan was to make Maple Lake a Mecca for adventure with young adults, using outdoor as well as indoor events to promote nudity as normal around the town. One or two events like Naked Mile, Nude Water-skiing or other such events might be conducted regularly? This would attract publicity nation wide and the town would become more affluent as it attracted free spending tourists. Convention work would boom. Between Kent and ourselves, we now owned most of the best real estate for future development. 

There was a core group of free spirited, relatively uninhibited inhabitants already living in the town. Interest in the town had already grown, just through the business conventions so far. Des and Ken had expanded the client base of Kent's Creations, making them valuable employees and well worth their large salaries. 

From my conversation tonight, I gathered that Melissa and Darlene would love to be trained in the same way that Cat and I were. 

Kent answered the phone and I asked him to call in to Lakeside for a meeting, briefly explaining the reason.

Kent listened intently as sat before him, explaining the potential to train our young friends, bearing in mind that they were eager to participate. I personally thought that they should be introduced and guided in their education by older and wiser people than myself. I wasn't so worried about their moral corruption as they seemed to have been discrete and mindful of the dangers already. After all, I had been amazed to discover they were already living communally without arousing suspicion. On the business front, the young ladies had turned the lingerie and swimwear outlet into a profitable outlet already, showing their business flair.

"Do they know about my special interests too?

Kent was deep in thought as he asked if Melissa knew about his own involvement in BDSM activity. 

"They may suspect, but you weren't mentioned by me."

Kent was a highly discrete and strangely moral person, like myself, reluctant to involve others unless sure of their willingness to be trained and educated. He didn't doubt my assessment of the situation and agreed to speak to Melissa and Tony, offering the girls the chance to model his swimwear range and the lingerie too. He had been impressed with our employment of Caroline, as he was with the other young ladies, Jill and Sue. They had already proven their enthusiasm to model the more revealing lines faultlessly. 

"Well, my little Dove." He sighed finally. "You have proven to be worthy of Mastering your young friends. As always, I will help and guide your interests. I would like you to guide their development, as you think fit and will be happy to assist you, when you believe the time is right."

After explaining the events to my family, Lakeside closed for the night. We visited Kent and his family, seeking their approval to train our new friends together at a later stage. 

Meanwhile, we planned an evening at the Gentleman's Club. I wanted Kent to instruct me further and the entire family evidently felt the time was right for another session at the club. The events of the day had made me ready for the next step, whatever that may be.

Thursday night, Des drove Kent's limousine with Margaret and Rick in the front while the rest of us stayed in the back. There was no need for additional stock as we were all in costume, the front passengers discretely cloaked and the rest of us ready to walk into the club. 

Cat and I were dressed similarly to before, but with newly designed corsets and garter belts. Tonight's creation was even more exciting to wear than the previous one that I had worn to the club. Monique, Cat and I sat opposite Kent and Ken in our normal way, but the sexual tension was almost overwhelming. 

When we stopped outside the side entrance, prior to leaving the confines of the plush interior of the Limo, Kent inserted a device into my bottom, not unlike love beads, that dangled between my legs and lubricated my rear passage as I walked making my pubic region protrude abnormally. I could sense the device slipping out as I walked so I had to automatically clench my sphincter muscles to hold it in place. I had tried a similar device during sex play at home but never in front of strangers. It had the effect of keeping my clitoris engorged and more prominent and wet. I had expected to be blindfolded but tonight Kent walked us all in, taking a table at the far end of the room. I was keenly aware of the eyes on all of us as we made our way through the crowded room and we sat at the table. Although there were other women dressed in similarly outrageous gear I actually felt the humiliation factor even more acutely without the blindfold on. 

I did note, with a degree of satisfaction, that there were many outfits at the gathering that bore Kent's Creations unmistakable design. Cat appeared flushed with her nipples enlarged and hard as her eyes shone with excitement and anticipation. Kent ordered some refreshments from the waitress and we sat in Kent's submissive way, opening our legs to display our vaginas for his pleasure or to anybody else that was passing by. We were allowed to talk quietly. 

I found the beads uncomfortable and they reminded me constantly of my vulnerable lower body parts but I didn't complain.

Later, as the evening progressed, Kent took us to a separate room where we witnessed a group of people playing sex games and punishing the unfortunate slaves in their company. The kinky scenes that we saw horrified me as much as they excited my sense of adventure. Ken was placed in stocks and left to contemplate what may lie ahead. His erection seemed to grow as he waited, proclaiming his enjoyment of the nervous anticipation. After a suitable time period had passed, by which time Ken was fully erect, I was asked to take our long awaited revenge with a soft leather flail. I gave him several strokes with the flail, noting his soft moans as his throbbing penis quivered. 

Cathy then took her turn, enthusiastically reddening his cheeks before he ejaculated with no other stimulation. I was surprised that the pain and humiliation that he must have felt during this treatment excited him sexually. 

Kent was a true master at determining hidden sexual turn ons within his larger family. I really wouldn't have believed that after almost a year of intimate knowledge and frequent sexual activity, that this aspect of Ken's psyche had remained hidden from Cat and I. 

He was then lubricated and taken by Des, anally, as he groaned with pleasure and then immediately afterward by Rick as well. Meanwhile Monique and Cat had been joined by Margaret in trying some of the other equipment in the room. Kent asked me to accompany him to a separate room, telling me to leave my corset, stockings and high heels on, after blindfolding me with a velvet mask. When I was ready he led me toward the room. My ears were straining to hear the sounds within the room as the door opened but all I could detect was that there were people inside. I had no knowledge of the layout within. The feelings of danger and vulnerability were overwhelming when Kent guided me into a most humiliating and submissive position and bound me in place, gagging my mouth with a round plastic ball. I was totally exposed in an ideal position for penetration and completely helpless once he stood back to survey his handiwork. I was bent back over what felt like a barrel with arms and legs stretched wide and securely restrained. My breasts felt like they were hanging down toward my neck I was totally helpless, unable to move or prevent my fate, not even able to make a sound. I could hear comments around me in quite crude terms as the men were eagerly discussing my body parts. The next thing I felt was the sensation of the anal beads being drawn from their position inside me. My sphincter muscles clenched to hold the device as it slowly pulled out of my bottom until I found myself unable to hold it any further. 

I was shocked when I heard Kent's voice growing more distant and I felt strange hands exploring my body. It was the first time that Kent had allowed other club members to explore and stimulate my body whilst I was blindfolded and restrained in this way, unable to make a sound of protest or use the safe word. It was yet another test of my trust and the level of discipline that I would accept from him. I was determined that I would not let him down and yet, Where the HELL had he gone. My mind was racing with doubt. 

By now the strangers were playing with my clitoris and probing my vacant anus with bare hands. I could feel them breathing heavily as they expertly stimulated me and I calculated that several people were involved in giving me pleasure. I wanted to scream as I orgasmed, trashing my body around against the secure bonds that held me in position. My body weight was resting on the small of my back and I could only feel hands. Some rough and large and others smaller and more delicate like a woman's, with short manicured fingernails. I not only felt, but was in fact totally vulnerable to the whims of these people that I couldn't see. 

A small hand inserted three and then four fingers into my vagina, expertly stretching me further with each insertion. Tears of ecstasy, fear or frustration, I really couldn't tell, were now making my blindfold moist as wave after wave of orgasmic delight racked my body. The experience was transporting me to new levels of helpless pleasure as this continuous invasion progressed. 

Suddenly, to my consternation I felt a penis probing around and then being inserted through my lubricated sphincter muscles and into my anus. The man didn't appear to be wearing a condom and he was beginning to stroke within me.

Now I was really alarmed by the turn of events. I couldn't speak and the penis inside my bottom, as far as I knew, was different to any other within our families. I hadn't heard Kent's voice for some time now and panic set in. Pleasant as it felt, I was helpless to object and the hand in my vagina was almost fully inserted now. The penis began to move more rapidly and I could feel the coarse pubic hair rubbing against my cheeks as the man plunged deeper within me. 




Addicted to Attention Ch. 12



I was rapidly reaching the limit of what could be considered prudent sex play when the hand became fully inserted into my vagina. Cat and I had tried this once before but as small as her hands were, it had proven impossible to fully insert her entire hand. This was new. As the wrist stimulated my clitoris I orgasmed again, at this point helpless to prevent the plunging penis from ejaculating deep inside me. 

I almost passed out as the penis erupted inside me and withdrew. The hand eased its way out, to be replaced by an even larger penis almost immediately. I had no time to think before the penis moved rapidly and pleasurably inside me. I was so wet from all the lubricant and digital stretching that I could hear embarrassing squelching noises with every movement. 

By now, I had stopped trying to free my bonds and just lay there helplessly as the stranger erupted within me and then withdrew. 

I lay there, sperm oozing out of my body and trying desperately to gather my wits, totally humiliated and praying that my trust in Kent hadn't been misplaced. I started to cry, sobbing at my predicament with the room now silent although I could hear activity next door. 

The gag was being taken out of my mouth while I was still sobbing, allowing a much needed breath. I hadn't heard anybody leave the room, or come in, but a gentle male voice told me that Kent was pleased with me and I was looking beautiful. Strange hands began to caress my breasts, tweaking the nipples as others gently wiped my vagina with warm wet cloth. The strange voice spoke.

"Would you like me to remove your blindfold?"

I thought for a moment. Another test maybe? I answered. 

"Only when Kent is satisfied with me, thank you. I take orders from him, nobody else." I said firmly. "I hope I have pleased you, whoever you are, but I must hear from him that he has finished using me." 

There was an eerie silence, as I struggled to hear any response. Then applause, almost deafening after the silence. Then as people filed past me, playing affectionately with my exposed genitals, I smiled, knowing that they would tell Kent that I had been totally submissive to his instructions, as he would have wished. 

I waited in that room, for what seemed like hours, shifting my weight awkwardly to relieve the pressure on my back. I was inhibited by the bonds that restricted my movement to a minimum. 

Finally I heard the door open. As a draft blew colder air on my exposed genitalia I heard a gasp of surprise, a female voice and then the sound of the room filling with people yet again. I was expecting Kent to untie me, but to my horror I felt the sting of a soft flail across my breasts at first, then my pubes. This went on for a few minutes before I felt my body being assaulted all over again, by unfamiliar hands. One gentleman remarked on the engorged state of my clitoris, commenting on how inviting I looked, laying there open for all to see. I heard chairs moving around as if spectators were manoeuvring for a better view. Then I felt a large penis pressing up to my anus as my cheeks were spread, even further. I gasped audibly as it pressed through my well lubricated sphincter muscles, driving further in through my anus. I was almost about to say the safe word when I hesitated for a moment. It felt more familiar as it stopped to allow me to catch my breath. I felt more at ease. 

"Is that you Sir" I whispered softly, hoping for a response. Then I felt a female hand on my clitoris playing gently with my ring. I thought it felt like Cathy or perhaps Monique, as they had a special way of flicking the ring up and down, teasing me to orgasm. Then I felt the large penis move inward again as I inhaled audibly. "That is you isn't it Sir." 

I smiled happily as the man pressed his penis fully into my bottom and I realised that it must be Kent. Nobody else could stretch my bottom the way he did, filling it completely and so tenderly. 

"I hope I have pleased you Sir. I have waited for so long in this position, hoping for your attention."

The blindfold was removed and I knew it was Kent. His smiling face looked at me so tenderly that I cried with happiness as Cat and Margaret joined me, untying my hands. Monique was kneeling beside me and gently caressing my vagina, running her fingers up and down the lips of my vulva in a familiar way as I exploded into orgasm, twitching and shaking, as happy as I could be. 

The room was not as full as I had expected but there were two or three strange faces among them. I didn't care. Remembering my place, I co-operated with Kent and he ejaculated deep inside me filling me with hot sperm and kissing me tenderly. Once he withdrew, he untied my legs and helped me up to stand. He took off my shoes and unrolled my stockings, telling me to stand properly as soon as he finished. 

My feet were still spread wide because I had waited for his next instruction before I stood normally. It was painful, but I was happy that my test was considered to be over at last. I swelled with pride as he explained to the strangers in the room that he had only trained me for a few months. The strangers applauded spontaneously, as he was speaking.

Feeling totally relaxed Cat and I showered together. Her body was glowing and pink, just as mine was. Monique was waiting with hot dry towels as we emerged from the shower and she dried us before we put on our makeup and rearranged our hair. Our clothes were not in the shower room and all Monique had with her was our make-up bags and our shoes. I gathered that Margaret had already packed our clothes into Kent's limousine. 

I was wearing my waist chain and shoes, otherwise we were naked, as we made my way back to our table in the main room. Monique carried our makeup bags and Cat and I walked hand in hand toward our group at the table. I felt a sense of pride and wild elation as we walked slowly through the crowded main room, sitting daintily with our knees exactly twelve inches apart on the edge of our chairs. I felt clean and refreshed after my shower and I loved the attention that we had attracted when we walked through the crowded room. Almost all of the patrons had stopped their earnest conversation and the room had fallen silent, as their eyes had followed us across the room until we sat down. I imagined that they, or at least some of them had witnessed the test of my devotion to my Master. 

My trust in Kent's judgement was now proven absolutely. When Kent was ready he may tell me who had entered my body but I was determined not to ask. Any doubts that I had experienced were dispelled the moment Kent took me, unprotected, in his own favourite way. I looked at Cat and knew that whatever she had been doing for those three hours, it had produced a magnificent glow in her body

We stayed a little longer than usual at the club as various groups approached Kent to congratulate him on his training techniques. They cast their appreciative eyes over toward the chairs, where Cat and I were still displaying our naked charms, and nodded approvingly as we lowered our eyes in the way that Kent had instructed. Most of them were telling Kent that we were model slaves in their opinion, and seeking his advice. 

I found myself looking forward to the day when I would be holding court with my peers and receiving similar adulation and respect. Meanwhile, it was exciting to be the focus of all this attention and to know that so many other Masters were envious of Kent's skill. 

Kent told me that I was now ready to give instruction to the younger group and mentioned that he was extremely pleased with me on the journey home. I didn't ask, and unfortunately Kent didn't volunteer any information about the mystery people that had taken advantage of my helplessness in the private room. I pondered on the subject all the way home, none the less. The unknown people that had used me in that room included both sexes and had been gentle and respectful. No real harm had come to me but I was still intrigued that Kent had allowed them to have unprotected sex with me.

An hour later we arrived at Rome and Cat and I took the opportunity to refresh ourselves with a swim in the lake before curling up to sleep with Des and Ken. The following weekend would be the very first anniversary of our initial trip to Maple lake. Before I went to sleep I marvelled at how far I had come in the last year.