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Peggy's Real Life Confessions Ch. 01

By: Peggy46



Although most of the stories here are fiction, as I begin this series of narratives, I'll openly admit that none of what you are going to learn about me is fiction. It is truth. It will perhaps give you some insight into the mental and physical workings of a very married mother of two.

Ever since I can remember, I have always been "sexual" and attracted to things that had to do with sex. In my early years, I find it impossible to remember the first time or how many times I went through the "if you'll show me yours, I'll show you mine." Of course, as I grew older, this went from "show" to "feel" and so on. I can remember reading a medical book when in high school that explained the differences in the male and female sex drives, and when the book discussed "the female", it discussed the differences in females. I have always been one "of those."

I started masturbating long before I physically had the ability to reach an orgasm. It just felt good, and I enjoyed playing with and touching my pussy. I remember when I had my first orgasm, I could not believe how good it felt, and quickly wanted to have another and another.

Not to get ahead of myself, but it seems like a good place to add this bit of insight. I am strongly attracted to the male penis. I love looking at them, unlike many women, and I love touching them. Most of all, I like exciting them and making them hard. I especially like the challenge of making shy men hard. Most men seem to think if they "can't get it up" that it is a turn-off for a woman. In my case, it is not. It just presents a challenge that I love undertaking. The two things that a man can't fake... a hard-on and an orgasm turn me on the most, especially when it is over me!

Perhaps it is also a good time to add this bit of physical information about my orgasms too. I am not just multi-orgasmic. I am poly-orgasmic. As the old saying goes, the more I get, the more I want.

Most women, like men, can cum once and then it is over. They have obtained sexual relief and physically, they have become so sensitive that, for a while anyway, they can't stand to be touched any more. I'm not like that. I've often wondered how many other women were like me. In this regard, I also discovered something else about my orgasms that is a bit different. 

Several years ago, at age 44, I entered into an affair with a man who enjoyed dominance. I found that I was very much turned on by being a total submissive. As I think about it, this is perhaps because by being controlled, I no longer had to deal with the responsibility for my sexual misgivings. One afternoon, while tied, he started masturbating me. He loved to watch me cum, and especially enjoyed making each successive climax better, deeper, and more lasting than the one before it. I had cum perhaps a dozen times during the hour long session. Then, like most of you, I reached the point of "maximum sensitivity" and could not stand to be touched.

Did he stop? No, he didn't. He took great delight in making me absolutely suffer as his continued to massage my clit and explore my pussy with the vibrator that he kept going in and out of my pussy. I was in absolute agony as he continued, and begged him to stop. He did not. H delighted in my torture, and not only did he focus on my pussy, but included my nipples as well. I truly felt I he was going to destroy me physically, but then something I had never experienced happened. I started to cum again. But, this time, it was very different. It was deeper and so intense that when I started the orgasm, it lasted and lasted and lasted. I started to cry, and this made the orgasm even more intense. When I use the word "intense" that doesn't come close to describing what I was going through!

My inner walls were contracting. My pussy seemed almost in an endless wave of contractions, so tight and intense that I almost stopped the motor in the vibrator. My orgasm, seemed endless. Tears were running down my cheeks, and I was in a physical state I had never heard of or reached before! When the end did come, I nearly convulsed and passed completely out, and lost contact with the world around me. When I came around, the feeling of really deep satisfaction was indescribable! Once over the "sensitivity barrier", I had discovered "the ultimate" orgasm. It scared him to death! He thought he had killed me. All I can say is, getting there was really tough, but once there and past "the gate", it was like a physical heaven, and words can not describe it.

I masturbate a lot when alone. I am sexual enough to where I can cum by just touching and tweaking my nipples, never touching my clit. I am quite an experienced female masturbator, and find caressing my pussy to be very satisfying and something that I must do several times a day. But, try as I might, I have never been able to take myself beyond the "sensitivity barrier" to reach what I now term "the ultimate" orgasm. I have had sexual encounters since then, and now at age 47, I am addicted to "the ultimate" orgasm.

Even as a young girl, I have always loved being watched, especially while dressing, undressing, and while masturbating. There is just something about knowing strange eyes are looking, and that "out there", there is someone who enjoying and getting a physical high off of seeing me naked and naughty.

Several years after we were married, my husband and I joined the swinging wildness of the free 70s. During this time, I was the cover girl several times over for the old, popular swinging magazines that could be found on the top shelf of most news stands. There were articles in these magazines where the cover girl would tell a little about her sexual-self. I have always been an exhibitionist, and opened up with all of the dripping details about being seen and my naughty habits.

One day an unsigned letter arrived from one of the forwarding services related to the Seekers, one of the larger swingers magazines. An article about me had told of my frequent delights as I undressed in front of open motel and hotel windows with the lights on and the drapes wide open.

The letter said if my husband and I were ever traveling I-95 in South Carolina that we should stay in a certain motel. It went on to explain that the motel owner had long enjoyed offering a special room to "promising" couples, and that the see-through mirrors in the room gave a full and unrestricted view to those next door of all that went on in the "special" room. I mentioned the letter to my husband, and soon we were on the way up I-95 to the motel.

I wore a very sexy and exposing outfit, and went in with my husband when he asked for a room for the night. I could see the delight in the eyes of the older man behind the check in desk when he handed us the key to what I suspected was "the special room." He asked us if we happened to be on our honeymoon, and smiled when we explained we were always on a "honeymoon." The old man said that he was sure we would like the room, as it was especially designed for couples, and as close to a honeymoon suite as he had.

Upon entering the room, there were mirrors everywhere, and I do mean everywhere! There was even a complete wall of mirrors in the bigger than average bathroom! The bed was round and king size, and mirrors covered the walls which backed up to the room on the left and to the right. There was absolutely no place in the room where you weren't visible to one of the mirrors.

I noticed when we entered the room that on the left and right of this room, there were doors, but the doors were not numbered like our door was. I quickly realized once we were in the room, that is was exceptionally quiet too. This wasn't for our comfort. I realized later that it was so those watching from the rooms that surrounded us couldn't be heard in our room.

As I undressed, I could feel eyes watching me. You know how you have that second sense sometimes. The whole idea of what was happening really excited me, and I, in turn, excited my husband to where he performed outstandingly during the evening, and when he wasn't fucking me, I lay on the bed and offered exceptional views of myself, masturbating as often as I could stand it. It was a fun evening, and the feeling of being watched by who knows how many made it even more exciting!

About a month later, a small package arrived, again from the forwarding service at the magazine. In the package was a video tape. As I placed the unmarked tape in the player, I was surprised to see that it was of our exciting evening in the motel. Not only were the rooms next door full of truckers and others who enjoyed watching our every move, but they had taped all of my undressing, masturbation, our fucking, and everything else! The note said that the tapes were available at several of the truckstops across the country and that they had been reproduced by the thousands!

This opened up a whole new world of sexual excitement to a born exhibitionist like me, and I will pickup on that part in Chapter Two of my confessions! 

Peggy's Real Life Confessions Ch. 02



Writing a narrative about one’s personal adventures and posting them on a website for the world to see and read certainly takes a bit of courage, I’ll have to say. But, the resulting e-mails and the very heated responses have certainly made it worthwhile.

As mentioned in my posting here, I am a very married working mom of 47. My husband is now 70, and as a result of age, his interests have turned from sex to those of work and golf. Although he was a wonderful sex partner during the early years of our marriage, I found my sexual drive and interests have increased since age 40, just as his have decreased. This true confession deals with a real life sexual event that took place right after we were first married.

I landed a job as a flight attendant a few years after we were married. The job offered an extra income around the house, one that was not only needed, but most welcome back in those days. It was in my flight attendant career that I discovered my absolute delight with girl-girl sex, as living and working together on the four and five day airline trips, and rooming two to a hotel room didn’t give one much privacy. But, that is another story for a future real life confession or two.

One day early in my flight attendant career, as I arrived in Miami and had only a few minute to run and get something to eat, and then make my way down to the next out-bound gate. I knew my husband was coming to the airport to pickup a client from South America, and thought perhaps I would have a few minute to meet him, get a kiss, and before leaving on my outbound trip. 

As luck would have it, we were a bit late arriving, and there was no time to grab a quick sandwich before we were to be at the outbound gate, ready to board the next flight.

Running down the concourse, I saw my husband in the distance, already in the airport and with his new South American client. We were too far apart to talk or even yell a greeting at each other in passing. He waved and I waved back, and was quickly down the jetway and on my next flight.

This is where the situation for this confession starts. As I waved, the man from South America, who did not know me and who did not have a clue that my husband and I were married, must have been impressed with me. He turns to my husband and says, “These American women are so pretty and sexy! I’d give a thousand dollars for a piece of that!” My husband, not wanting to make the new customer at all uncomfortable, smiled and made no comment about me being his wife.

Several days later, once I had finished my trip and returned home, my husband and I were talking while making love. In a joking comment, he told me about the customer’s comment of wanting to pay a thousand dollars for a piece of me. We talked a bit further, and as the conversation progressed, it became quite obvious that just the thought of me fucking another man was very much of a turn on for us both. And, too, once we were finished fucking, the subject did not go away.

As we sat at the breakfast table the next morning, I looked at my husband and said, “You know, this “other man” thing is obviously turning us both on, and you and I both know we could use the money. Do you want me to do it?”

“What? Fuck this guy for a thousand bucks?”

“Yes... “, I replied. “He is good looking!” Then, I laughed.

My husband didn’t say much more that morning, but I knew it was on his mind all day. It was on mine too. When he arrived home that night, he no sooner had hit the door and we were fucking like minks, and again talking about the “fantasy” of me actually doing it. Later, as we were having dinner, he turned and looked at me, and said, “Would you really do it?”

“Yes, if you wanted me to, I would. Does that surprise you?”, I responded.

With that response, he surprised me by saying, “He’ll be back in town this Thursday, to, hopefully wrap up this contract. You’re off Thursday night. I’ll set it up. If he wants you all night, are you game? Can you do this without any damage to us or our relationship? After all, you are my wife.”

I replied, “He must never know we are married. Is that going to be a problem down the road?”

“I don’t think so.” he responded.

During the next couple of days, we nearly ate each other alive we were so turned-on over having a real life fantasy come to life. During the week, my husband went with me to buy a really sexy nighty and some really exciting undies and a very sexy dress. I was ready. I was no virgin and certainly not an innocent wife by any means. Before we were married, I had been with several men and loved each and every experience. But, the thought of being a “whore for the night” and having to do everything and anything this man wanted, well... it was something that sent cold chills all over me. I would not have the option of saying, “No...stop!” if I took this to his hotel room, and we both knew it.

On Tuesday, the man called and confirmed his arrival. My husband told him that he would pick him up at the airport. They would go to the sales meeting, and then my husband would drop him off for the night at one of the Miami Beach hotels before he headed back to South America the next morning. All went well at the meeting, and my husband landed the contract in question.

On the way to the hotel, my husband told the man that he had arranged for a visitor to come by his room around 8PM, and mentioned that it was the “stewardess” that they had seen in the airport that afternoon. He told the client that he had met me on a quick business flight a week after their initial meeting, and when I commented about remembering them both from the concourse wave, he had jokingly responded about the “I’d give a thousand dollars for a piece of that...”, comment.

My husband then added, “I don’t know if she’ll fuck you for a thousand dollars, but I have paid her a hundred just to come by and have dinner with you. You are on your own after that.”

They laughed and soon my husband let the man out at his hotel, wishing him a good journey back to his country in the morning, and jokingly wishing him well for the evening ahead. The man smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I will, and thank you for the introduction to such a beautiful American lady!”

When my husband arrived home, it was close to 7PM and I was still fussing with my hair. Nothing was going right, and I had then become beside-myself with anxiety over what I might be doing over the next few hours.

I drove over to the beach, had the valet park my car, and with feelings that everybody was looking at me, made my way up to room 13072. Yes, I still remember the room number. I didn’t need to look at the note my husband had given me again.

As I knocked on the door, I suddenly had a huge panic attack, and wondered if I could still run before the door opened. My legs were actually shaking as he opened the door and said, “Come in...”

As I walked into the room, the bed was already turned back. There was a bottle of something on the dresser with some ice in the bucket. “Pour us both something.”, he said in a rather direct manner. “You are even more beautiful than I remembered. This is going to be a very nice evening. Undress. Tell me your name while you’re taking your clothes off.”

I was rather taken back by his directness. But, obviously too, I realized I wasn’t there for romance. I was a piece of flesh that he, hopefully, was going to pay for, and that I would have to produce for him during the next few hours! I answered, “I’m Peggy.”

As I started to undress, I turned by back to him. “No... Peggy, turn this way. I want to watch you.”, he commented. There was something about this man that haunted me, yet excited me beyond words. But, as you ladies can imagine, just undressing in front of a total stranger can leave your mind whirling and your body wondering about what is coming next.

“Forget the bottle and getting a little drunk”, I thought as I slipped my dress off and stood there briefly in just my bra, panties, and garter belt, hose, and heels.

He was a big man. I would venture to say maybe 6'3" or better. He did have a nice build, and really wasn’t all that bad looking. He watched closely as I slipped down my sheer white bikini panties, and then unhooked my bra. He commented, “Why do women leave their bra til last? You have nice tits and I can’t wait to see them, my dear. I also love your ass! It’s exceptional, my dear! Is it fuckable?”

Once I was down to just my garter belt, heels and hose, he motioned me to come over to him. Performing my most sexual walk in my 5" heels, I crossed the room, truly feeling like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten. His hands reached out and cupped my breasts as his eyes focused on the bush covering my pussy. My heart was racing.

“You are everything I knew you would be!”, he said as his hands explored by body. Then... as his hands reached down and grabbed mine, he pulled me close to him and kissed me. I could feel his cock pressing against my pubic area as he pulled me closer.

“What do we have here, Mrs Peggy????” He reached down and pulled my left hand up to where he could see it! I felt a panic attack seize my mind and body as I suddenly realized I was still wearing my wedding rings! I had meant to take them off, but had just forgotten! Then, as he wrapped his arms around me, my hands still captives of his large hands, he looked into my eyes and said, “Is the man I came here to business with your husband?”

I nodded my head, “Yes...”, wondering what was going to happen next! Was he going to pat me on the fanny and send me home?

“Call your husband, Peggy, and tell him that you are going to be here all night, and for him not to worry, I’m going to send you home very well fucked, my dear.”

“He hasn’t had time to get home yet.”, I replied.

“Even better... call him and leave a message. Don’t let on that I know you are his wife. Just tell him that I want you all night, and you didn’t want him to worry, then hang up.”

I did as he asked.

“Put your dress on. We’re going to go have some dinner. Leave your bra and panties off. You are worth every penny of the thousand dollars, my sweet, but you are going to have to earn every penny of it, and we’re both going to enjoy every minute of it.”

Before I could start dressing, he walked over to me and kissed me again. It was a long, wet kiss, and as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, his hands explored every inch of my fanny, and all in between. I jumped a mile as his fingers caressed my most private spot of all. Having a perfect stranger undress me, then kiss me as I stand there almost nude is one thing, but having him hold me in his arms and slip a finger between my cheeks and touch my asshole really caught me off guard!

He held me really tight. I couldn’t move. My arms held him too. After all, what was I going to do with them? To drop them to my side wasn’t something I was use to.

As he continued to kiss me, his finger slipped down to the juices of my pussy, and yes, I was very wet. Don’t ask me why. I was scared to death about what was coming, and yet somewhere in my subconscious, I was very turned on by what was happening.

Then, as the kiss continued, he again slipped his hands over my cheeks, and before I could blink, his finger, now wet with my pussy juice, slipped again to my asshole and pressed inside. At this point in my life, I had never had anal sex. During masturbation, I had open touched myself there, but never to the point of penetration! It was a new feeling. Although I was feeling somewhat violated by the presents of a strange man’s finger in my anus, I was very turned-on by what was happening too!

I could also feel his cock as it was growing larger and larger. In a reactive motion, my arm dropped to my side and without thinking I was caressing his firmness through his pants. When I realized what I was doing, it startled me! I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

He kissed me even harder, then with a muffled speech, he said, “Take it out.”

I did... it took a minute, but I did get it out. He was longer and thicker than my husband. My husband is probably five inches at best, when he is hard. I had been with enough men to know the hardening cock that I had in my hands was thicker and longer than any I had touched. Although I know there is no real relation between a man’s size, height and build, and his cock size, I was now very turned on by the enormous cock that was now filling my hand!

He pushed me back a bit and guided me to my knees! Oh my, was I going to have to suck him? The answer quickly came as he guided my head to where my mouth was at the tip of his cock. I reached up and held him in both hands! I couldn’t believe it! I was holding this man’s cock in both of my hands, and his length was so extensive that there was cock left over! As I tried to take him in my mouth, it stretched my mouth to the maximum to just get the head and an inch in my mouth! I thought I was going to gag as he pushed into my mouth, guiding his cock further and further into my mouth!

Clearly, he was getting very turned on. All I could think about was the massive size of his cock and how he was truly about to make me strangle if he pushed in any more! I knew if he were to cum in my mouth, I would probably not be able to handle it!

This went on for a few minutes and then he stopped. I could hardly move my mouth. He had been a mouth full, to say the least! “Stand up and turn around.”, he instructed. With that, he pushed me towards the bed, and then said, “Stand up, Peggy. Put your arms on the bed and spread your legs!”

Oh oh... I knew what was coming next! With one adjustment between his position and mine, I felt the large head of his cock pressing against my pussy. Then, he pushed full length between my pussy lips and deep in my cunt! He was huge! I never dreamed I could take him, just his thickness, much less his length! But, he felt good, I’ll also openly admit! He fucked me maybe twenty strokes, full in and full out, and when he was fully in, I could feel the heat from his full, massive balls slapping against my bare fanny! This clearly wasn’t romance. It was sex and I was being fucked!

On one outward stroke, I felt him slip out of my pussy and between the cheeks of my very bare and totally exposed fanny. He had come close to doing this in the earlier strokes, but NOW, he was OUT and BETWEEN my cheeks. I remember thinking, “He’ll slip right back in...” Wrong!

He pressed the head of this monstrous cock against my undefiled asshole. I was starting to panic, as I knew he would split me open if he tried to fuck me there! Then, as he learned over me, he whispered in my ear, “You’re about to earn that thousand dollars, my dear!” And, with that, and the pain that quickly followed, he pushed past my tightness and into my ass! Without concern for my feelings or how much he was hurting me, he proceeded to fuck my ass like there was no tomorrow. All I could do was submit and hope that he would cum quickly and all of this would be over! It seemed to last forever! His cock felt more massive with every stroke! Thank goodness, I was lubricated somewhat from the pussy juice that covered his cock and all in between my cheeks! When he came, I again thought I would explode! His cum was massive and filled my ass with a warmth I had never known!

As soon as he finished, he pressed me to the bed and kissed my neck, saying, “You have great ass, Mrs. Peggy! I’ll have more of you, my thousand dollar whore, when we get back from dinner!”

To be continued... 



Peggy's Real Life Confessions Ch. 03



As he grabbed me by the arms and virtually lifted me off the bed, I felt both helpless and totally violated, but there was little I could do. My mind whirled with thoughts mixed with panic. I realized both from thought and from the painful reminder that my virgin ass had just been used and violated by a man I did not know, and hopefully, would never see again after this night of pure hell mixed with some sort of perverted excitements.

Here I was, the perfect prim and proper wife, one who had certainly done nothing to deserve this, and yet due to the circumstances described in parts one and two of this true and real life narrative, I am now standing naked in a hotel room on Miami Beach and the night was still young. I knew there was more to come.

"Well, Peggy, may I ask what the hell you are doing just standing there?! Get your ass in gear, my dear, I am hungry and I am ready to go to dinner! Move your ass, lady, that is, unless you want me to fuck it again!"

As I reached for my clothes, he grabbed my hand and said, "You can wear your panties, but leave those pertly tipped tits uncupped, do you hear me?"

"Yes, I understand." I pushed my bra aside as I reached for my sheer bikini panties and walked to the bathroom to wash his cum from between the cheeks of my ass and what had also run down between my legs and over the lips of my pussy. After a scrubbing, trying to wash off his semen and my imagination, I slipped my panties on, then my black thigh-high hose. I could feel his eyes watching me.

He was ready, dressed, and ready to go. I hurried, believing that he would probably slap my ass for being so slow, considering his mood. As I reached for my dress, he grabbed it out of my hand saying, "Let's give the guys across the way something to look at." With that, he reached up beside his chair and pulled on the cord that opened the drapes. It wasn't dark outside, and undoubtedly, those in the windows facing ours could clearly see into our room. There I was, standing in the center of the room wearing nothing put my white panties and my thigh-highs. There were people in the rooms facing ours, and as I stood there frozen in the light, I could see them as clearly as they could see me.

I have always been a reasonable conservative girl, always brought up to keep my skirts down, my blouses buttoned, and my legs together. Of course, there were sexy times in my life, but they had always been with my loving and protective husband, but he sensed only the prim and properness side of me, and was obviously taking great delight in my sudden and uncomfortable exposure.

With his perverted insight, he opened the outer side of the opened drape ever so slowly and peeped out to see who was watching me. "Ah ha, you have about a dozen guys watching you already, Mrs. Peggy, and it looks like at least two of them are already stroking their cocks as they are looking. Give them something to look at, you little bitch! Get in the middle of the room and put your heels on, and give these guys a little something to look at as you dress."

Somewhere in the back of my mind, although I was on the verge of physically trembling, I did as he asked. My boobies were bare and fully exposed, and with the chill of the air conditioner, they were now supporting my rock hard, upturned and very prominent nipples. As I went through the motions of getting dressed, glancing out of the corner of my eye as I twisted and turned in my dressing process. Finally, my dress slipped over my head, and I walked into the dressing area to comb my hair. As I stood there, I couldn't help but notice how prominent my nipples were as their outline showed through the silky material of my dress.

As I walked back into the room, he smiled, and said, "Very nice, Mrs. Peggy, my little whore. You are behaving perfectly, and your husband will be rewarded for sending you if you continue to perform as directed. Let's go."

As we exited the room and stood in the hallway waiting for the elevator, I took a deep breath and had a minute to think. In my mind, I asked myself again just what the heck I was doing here, me, alone and totally helpless and with a man I did not know. Reality suddenly returned as my ass had an involuntary contraction, a reminder of the anal sex I had just endured a short time ago.

As we entered the elevator, the view of the lobby was spectacular from the enclosed glass capsule and our view from the 14th floor. We were alone, and I am sure he heard me as I took a deep breath followed by a sigh. After a moment of silence, he grabbed me by the arm and moved me to the glass inner wall, which for a moment I thought was a nice gesture, that was, until I heard his words.

"Get over here next to the edge, you whore. I want the guys who are sitting in the bar down there to see up those lovely legs all the way to that hungry pussy of yours as we descend." And, look they did as the elevator descended non-stop to the lobby below.

As the elevator completed the journey and we exited into the lobby, I could feel eyes watching me, drinking in the bounce of my braless boobies with my prominent nipples seemingly screaming out for attention. My dress was quite short, well above my knees, and with my black hose and heels, this too caused men to turn and look. My mind was whirling. Suddenly, I realized I didn't even know the name of the man who was totally controlling my life on this evening of what had become a wild sexual adventure.

The evening breeze was blowing as we exited the Miami Beach hotel. The doorman signaled for a taxi, and one headed in our direction from the nearby taxi stand.

"When we get in the cab, give him a good look at your panties and that hungry cunt, you fucking little whore." he forcefully whispered. Then, he paused and looked at me and added, "Don't give me that humiliation look. You're loving this, and we both know it, whether you want to admit it or not. This is going to be a night you'll long remember, trust me."

As we entered the cab, I purposely showed more than the normal, and there was no doubt the doorman and all of the others in his line of view had a great look up my short dress. My heart was racing. I was helpless and now in a cab. 

"Take us to this address." as he handed a paper to the driver. "How long will it take?"

"This is out west of Pompano, sir. I would guess it will take about 45 minutes." the driver responded.

"That's fine. Let's go."

As the cab headed north the traffic on Collins Avenue was light. I was seated on the left and just looked out the window, wondering if my husband had a clue as to what he had gotten me into just so he could land a contract from this awful man. Silence filled the cab until I asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll find out soon enough, my dear. And, we'll be there soon enough."

"Do you have a name?" I asked

"Call me Allio. That is all you need to know." he responded.

The cab proceeded through Hollywood, then over to the interstate and finally made a left turn on West Atlantic Boulevard, then another turn north on Powerline Road. I knew the area well. Then, without warning, Allio reached in his pocket and pulled out some sun glasses.

"Put these on!" he demaned.

As I did, I realized they were they were very dark and resembled those that doctors give to older people after they have had a cataract operation. In fact, they were so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. He had somehow put something on them that prevented me from seeing anything! It was like wearing a plastic blindfold! 

The cab stopped and I could hear Allio paying the driver, then, with his help we exited the vab. He took my arm almost like I was a captive as he guided me up to the door, then opened it and we went inside. 

"You may take off the glasses."

It was almost totally dark in what appeared to be a small lobby. Soon a woman who seemed to be a hostess appeared.

"Hello, Allio! What have you brought us tonight?" she said in her greeting.

It was obvious that she knew Allio and and he knew her. Again, down deep inside, I felt a little twinge of panic. What was this place? Where was I?

"Hello Sherry," Allio responded, "This is Peggy. She knows nothing about the plans for this evening, but I assure you, she will be cooperative, and if she isn't, then we'll just how to adjust her outlook, won't we."

Sherry smiled, and then reached out her hand as if to greet me, and in doing so, she took my hand firmly in hers and guided me through a door and into an adjoining room. To say to you that my mind was whirling is probably the understatement of the year! There I was... with a man I hardly knew and who had already performed anal sex on me just hours earlier, and now I am finding myself in another unknown situation with a woman who seemed friendly, but at this point who knew what was coming.

"Peggy, take off everything you have on except for your shoes and put this white robe on. I'll be back in a few minutes. Allio brings us some interesting ladies, and I assure you, darling, you will have the time of your life tonight. If you will just relax and let yourself enjoy the evening, it will be something you'll always have fond memories of, but if you fight it, tonight can turn into pure hell. Take my advise, relax and just nature take it course."

"May I ask you what I have gotten myself into?", I replied.

"You are in a bondage and discipline club, my dear. You and two other very attractive ladies are going to be the focus of this evening. I know you don't understand any of this, and I am limited as to what I can share with you. You may or may not like it here, but you have no choice but to stay and endure the deeds and events that will take place during the next few hours. And, yes, before you ask, Allio is one of our most devoted members."

My hands were shaking and truly I was thinking of trying to escape! I didn't like any of this, and to me, sexually or otherwise, I wasn't comfortable with any of this.

"Where is Allio now? May I see him? I need to talk to him about this. Please, ask him to come talk with me a minute.", I replied.

"I understand, Peggy, but it will not happen. The members are having dinner now, and you have about twenty minutes to relax, get yourself together, and then you will be presented to the members. Talk is not going to change anything and neither will tears, so just undress, put on the white robe, and relax. I'll be back to get you. Don't think about trying to leave. The door will be locked behind me."

Sherry handed me a very sheer white robe, and told me I could use the dressing room if I liked, or just undress here. She left and I heard the door close behind her.

I took a deep breath, took off my dress, my thigh high hose and my panties, then slipped my heels back on before wrapping the robe around me. I could hear muffled noises somewhere in the building, but could not really make out anything except it sounded like conversation mixed with laughter. There were both male and female voices as I continued to listen. The fact that there were other women mixed in the laughter seemed to put me somewhat at ease. Unknown to me, this was false security.

Soon, I heard the click of the lock and Sherry entered the room. 

"Ah, all dressed," she said, pausing to look me over from top to bottom. "You are a very pretty women, Peggy. Perhaps you'll be one of the fortunate girls tonight and not have too much that you won't enjoy. Come with me."

The robe was very sheer, and I wasn't wearing anything under it. As we walked down the long and very dark hallway, I would feel the soft and flowing material caressing my breasts and very upturned and prominent nipples, as well as flowing between my legs and over the dampness of my pussy. I'll have to say that I wondered if I was going to be the daily sacrifice to the idol. I certainly looked like it!

Soon, we entered an all black room where there were two other ladies, both very beautiful, dressed in the same sheer white gown as I was wearing. I remember wondering why they called it a robe. It looked like the sheer all white gown a bride would wear on her wedding night. The three of us looked alike, and clearly all of us were uneasy about what was going to take place.

Sherry left us alone again, but told us to remain seated until she returned. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, it seemed obvious that we were in an "off stage" waiting room. There was the door that we had used to enter the room, and the only other exit was a open doorway with a curtain that gave a hint of the stage on the other side. We could hear talking in what appeared to be an audience. From where I was sitting, every now and then, the curtain would blow back and forth just enough to let me see people in the darkness and an empty small stage.

It was obvious the other two women were as much in the dark about what was coming as I was. One was in tears but not sobbing openly. I felt sorry for her, but I was in no position to help.

Suddenly, the door opened and Sherry and two large black men entered the room. The men were dressed alike, no shirt, black pants, and no shoes. I would guess they were both 6'4" and probably about the same weight.

They looked at us, and Sherry pointed to the younger, very attractive blond sitting in the corner. She obviously was about to freak out as they walked over, one black man taking each arm. They almost lifted her off her feet as they escorted her through the curtain and out of the room and on to the stage. Lights came on and suddenly you could hear gasps of surprise and pleasure. The audience was obviously pleased with what they were seeing.

From where I was in the off-stage room, I could not see all that well, but I had a pretty good idea with the glimpses of what I was seeing and hearing as to what was going on. Like me, she was dressed in the all white see-through gown and whatever high heels she had been wearing when she was brought into this place.

She started to resist as the black men removed her gown, leaving her standing there on stage totally naked. Then, she was blindfolded and bound to a large black "X" frame which was on the stage. Next, the black men came back into the room and this time, they selected the other girl who was sitting next to me. She didn't resist. I guess she realized it wouldn't do any good. This time, I was able to get a little better look at the frames and how the stage was setup. The first girl was on the right. This girl was stripped naked and blindfolded and tied to the big "X" frame on the left. My mind told me this was not good, as that left only one "X" frame and it was in the center! I didn't have good feelings about this!

I also remember thinking, "Where the hell is Allio? That bastard had brought me here and now I didn't have a clue as to where he was or what he was doing. THIS wasn't in the deal he had made with my husband, not by a long shot!"

As expected, once girl number two was stripped naked, blindfolded and tied on the large black "X" frame, the two large black men returned to the room for me. I decided I would put up a little resistance and see what it got me. Their strength was beyond belief. You could not even tell I was trying to fight! I even tried to kick one of them, and that brought me an even tighter grip and a softly spoken response from the black man on the left.

"You'll pay for that, you fucking white bitch! Just you wait!"

to be continued...