0 comments/ 53214 views/ 1 favorites Velvet By: Selene 'Go up and wait for me', he said. 'I'll be two minutes'. Up I went, trembling already with anticipation. I was dying for a fuck - any sort of fuck - but the look in his eyes was different this time. It seemed to promise more than usual. The tone of his voice was low, controlled, but there was something extra there too - some secret, suppressed excitement. Two minutes - I could hardly wait. I had no idea what was about to happen but I felt sure that this time would be something special, would be memorable... As I climbed the stairs to our room, I could feel the tingling in my nipples as they hardened with excitement and the liquefying sensation in my cunt. Whatever was about to happen, it couldn't start soon enough for me - or go on long enough, I thought... In the bedroom, I scarcely knew what to do with myself. Should I undress or should I just wait? I decided to stay dressed as perhaps he wanted to fuck me with my clothes on. Sometimes we did it like that and it always gave me a thrill. It seemed to take me right back to my teenage years when I never did very much with most of my boyfriends but whatever we did it all seemed terribly exciting and I got so turned on... Anyway I was wearing my new red velvet dress and underneath that my new dark red suspender belt and the stockings with deep lace tops - they'd cost a fortune and I knew I looked good in them. My body isn't what it was but I've got really long legs and huge tits and look great in sexy underwear... I used always to wear satin French knickers which always made me feel incredibly sexy - that is until my lover forbade me to wear knickers of any sort... Since then I'd gone naked under my clothes. At first the sensation took some getting used to. I felt intensely aware of my cunt as the air flowed around my bare thighs and bum. It seemed to me that all the people I passed in the street must be aware of my secret, that they must know that under my skirt I wore nothing at all. I felt so exposed and it was a total turn-on. My lover must have known how I'd feel - I wanted to fuck every single minute of every day - and how he loved it... I took my shoes off and stretched out across the bed. My dress pooled around me in a swathe of red velvet. My clit pleaded for attention and I let my fingers stray idly across it, spreading my thighs and teasing myself gently. Two minutes - surely it was at least five since I'd come up here - where was he? I didn't want to get too carried away, I wanted us to have a really long, leisurely session with neither of us coming too soon... At last I heard his feet on the stairs and looked up as he came into the room, carrying a holdall which I hadn't seen before. He came over to the bed, placed the holdall carefully beside me and stood there looking down at me fingering myself for a minute. 'You just can't wait for it, can you?' he asked quietly. 'You're such a slut... my God, am I going to have some fun with you this afternoon...' Swiftly, he grabbed the hand with which I'd been stroking myself and bent my fingers sharply back. I gasped with the sudden pain as he fished around inside the holdall, keeping my hand prisoner the while. His hand emerged grasping a length of rope and before I knew what was happening, he'd secured my wrist with the rope and jerked my arm up as he passed the rope through the bars of the headboard, made a loop around my throat, took it back through the bars and then secured it to my other wrist... He stood back again, surveying his handiwork. He'd left a little bit of play in the rope but I realised as soon as I tugged against the pull on my wrists that any movement on my part tended merely to tighten the loop around my throat. I lay still, eyes half-closed, wondering just what was coming next. He came and sat next to me on the bed and circled my left ankle with his fingers, then started to run his hand up my leg under my dress. His fingers moved slowly upwards, stroking gently and more slowly as they encountered the deep lace stocking-top. I held my breath, willing him onwards. Then, as his fingers finally moved up onto my bare skin, he pinched hard on the soft, sensitive area on the inside of my thigh. I gasped and jerked my leg away. He smiled and pushed the hem of my dress up towards my waist, exposing me to his view. My breathing was heavier... I was so aware of him and the slow deliberation of his touch as he teased me into desire. He fingered the suspender belt and snapped one of the elastics against my skin. Then he moved so that he was kneeling between my spread thighs. He pushed them further apart and gazed down at me. Next moment I felt a stinging slap on my open cunt - just one - before he bent and kissed my thigh where he'd pinched it previously. Then he pushed my dress right up till it covered my face but left the rest of my body exposed. He gathered up the skirts of the dress and wrapped them around my face and head, a soft but effective and smothering velvet blindfold which I was powerless to remove. I could feel his hands next on my breasts as he scooped them out of my bra so that they were pushed up out of the cups. A sharp pain shot through my right nipple as, I presumed, he took it between his teeth and bit. He varied the pressure, alternately tugging and easing off a little, while I couldn't help crying out when he bit down hard. Nevertheless, despite the pain, I could feel the juices rushing into my cunt - somehow, at some level, my body was interpreting this pain as pleasure - and helplessly I bucked and reared up against him, seeking deeper fulfilment. Instead, the pain ceased for a moment and I heard a slight noise which I could not interpret - not until I felt my thighs stroked with what I knew was his belt. What I'd heard must have been him unbuckling it from around his waist, drawing it out from the belt loops on his jeans... Next I felt it stroking my breasts and the edge of it running along my sore right nipple. After a minute of this, I then felt the cold metal of the buckle as he trailed it over the hot lips of my cunt, letting it dip into me ever so slightly. The next moment the strapping started, just with the tongue end. Cuts rained down all over my body and although I writhed away from the blows, I had no idea of where they would fall next so the movements, though instinctive, in an attempt to protect myself, did me no good at all. He concentrated his efforts on my breasts, thighs and cunt. I could not close my legs as he was still kneeling between them and with his free hand holding me wide open. I could picture, in my mind's eye, my breasts and thighs becoming striped with red as the blood rushed to the surface of my skin, which burned where the blows had fallen. Worse pain followed as, just for a few moments, but moments which at the time felt as if they might go on for ever, he turned the belt about and struck me with the buckle end... As I couldn't help but thrash about, gasping and moaning, the rope around my throat was getting tighter and tighter. I could feel blood drumming in my ears. Just when I thought I was about to pass out, if not from pain then from suffocation, the whipping stopped and I relaxed. He untied my wrists at that point and removed my dress altogether before retying them, this time together above my head, without the loop around my throat, directly to the bars of the headboard. I looked up at him, my breath still coming fast, and lifted my head to kiss him. He returned my kiss, softly and lovingly, before moving back down between my legs. Holding my thighs wide apart, he gazed at my dripping cunt, which ached to be filled, swollen, red and smarting though it still was from the belting it had received. Taking the belt up again, he slid the tongue into me, pushing it in as far as he could. I moved my hips up, wanting it, wanting more... At that point he finally unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang out and I moaned in anticipation. Leaning forward, he thrust into me and started pumping swift and hard. With him and the belt in me at the same time, it was the strangest sensation. There was some pain - mostly, I thought, from the edges of the belt - but it made me aware of the feelings in my cunt as never before. Then, when he'd established a heavy, punishing rhythm, he grabbed the free end of the belt and slowly - very, very slowly - started to pull it out of me. It felt as if he was pulling my cunt inside-out as the belt was slowly but steadily withdrawn, whilst he was still thrusting deep into me with hard, fast strokes. It was the strangest sensation, intensely erotic, making me aware of every inch of the inside surface of my cunt as I felt simultaneously the belt pulling out and his cock pushing in... Once the belt was fully removed, he too withdrew. I moaned, the loss of his cock inside me leaving me aching with emptiness. Not for long... almost immediately I felt the cold, shiny metal of the buckle as he slid it deep into my cunt. There was a moment of pain as the pin grazed the tender velvety walls of my cunt. This was magnified a thousandfold as once again he plunged inside me and resumed his measured thrusts, more shallowly this time as he was evidently avoiding damage to himself from the buckle, now deep inside me. I thrust back at him desperately. I'd never felt myself fucked so deeply and thoroughly before. The strange sensations of the buckle and strap inside me, partly pain and partly pleasure, confused my senses so that I hardly knew what I was experiencing. Once more he withdrew, breathing heavily, and gazed down at the sodden strap issuing from my cunt. Taking hold of it, he gave it a vicious tug. As the buckle ripped out of my cunt I screamed - this was undilutedly painful and I felt sure I must be bleeding internally. He held the belt up in front of my face and sure enough, the brass buckle gleamed redly, filmed with my blood. 'How does that make you feel, slut?' he asked. 'Had enough yet?' I shook my head, unable to trust my voice, which I knew would wobble uncontrollably. I knew we wouldn't finish until he himself had had enough; and clearly, watching his enormous hard cock as he stroked it slowly and meditatively, that time wasn't yet come. He turned once more to his holdall and pulled out a couple of bulldog clips and a pair of pliers. I watched, guessing but not quite crediting what was coming next. He'd never, ever done anything like this to me before. I couldn't help wondering how long he'd planned this and whether he'd been fantasising along these lines during all the times he'd fucked me tenderly and lovingly with hardly a hint of what he was subjecting me to this afternoon. While I was thinking this, I hadn't noticed what he was doing. Then a sharp pain sprang into being as he fastened my left nipple inside one of the bulldog clips. I was just thinking that this was not a pain I thought I could cope with when he closed the other bulldog clip around my already-painful right nipple... The pain which shot through me then felt as if he'd rammed a red-hot knife into my breast and I screamed again. His mouth curved in a smile as he tugged gently at the clips to make sure they were firm - the renewed agony, which had me screaming some more, told him all he needed to know on that score. Pliers in his right hand, he sat back and spread my cunt with his left. I knew what he intended and wondered for a split second how it would feel - and then I knew. The jaws of the pliers closed around my clitoris and he squeezed the handles hard - then harder... I screamed so loudly I felt sure the neighbours must hear but there was no way I could control myself. Pain coursed through my body, lines of fire leading from my nipples to my cunt, pain that throbbed and pulsed and seemed to glow through me in trails of bright flame traced on my skin. I discovered that after a few minutes the waves of pain receded - my body accustomed itself. He knew, he saw me relax, my struggles ebbing. When he saw that, he tightened his grip still further and the pain intensified once more. I'd already thought he must be pinching my clit so hard that permanent damage might result and that it was impossible for the pain to increase. I was wrong... I'd ceased to feel the clips on my nipples. Now it was if every nerve-ending in my body was concentrated in my clit and as if all sensation began and ended there and flowed out and in, ripples of pain so sharp and deep that all of a sudden I was tipped over into pleasure... I felt the hair on my head stand on end - with me this always happens the second before orgasm - and no sooner had I registered this than I came in floods of feeling so powerful that as my body jerked in the throes, the pliers were twisted clean out of his grasp and went tumbling to the floor... Wave after wave of pure and exquisite pleasure filled my senses and I moaned and cried and squeezed my thighs together as tightly as I could to prolong the ecstasy... Time stands still when you cum - for seconds that if you're lucky, feel extended into minutes - but more often the moment passes almost before you feel you've experienced it.... Not this time. Hard and prolonged as had been the pain and struggle beforehand, so now the pleasure lengthened and filled me for what felt like hours... And although inevitably the pleasure lessened in the end, I still felt capable of experiencing more, perhaps because as the pleasure receded, I became once more aware of the pain in my nipples... Usually, when I come, I'm exhausted and all I want to do is sleep but this time, knowing he wasn't finished with me yet, I felt still that I could rise to any demands he wanted to make... I came back to myself gradually, aware that he was stroking my body, pushing the sweat-soaked strands of hair from my eyes, caressing me gently. He removed the bulldog clips... I gasped - the removal was almost more painful than anything I had experienced so far. I hadn't been prepared for this... why it should hurt so much I didn't know but I wished my hands were untied so that I could touch them gently and reclaim them as part of my body instead of a source of well-nigh unbearable pain. Tears welled from my eyes, there was nothing I could do to stop them. He looked at me and smiled, stroking his cock and talking gently to me. 'You've done well,' he said, 'and it's nearly over... for the time being...' He moved up and straddled my chest, leaning over me and sliding his cock into my mouth. I sucked him gratefully. This, at least, was something I understood, a familiar routine which we both enjoyed. I felt I was coming back in to a safe harbour after a stormy and perilous voyage into unknown territory... My bruised and sore body took over automatically, tonguing and sucking him in the ways I knew he liked. Mentally, I relaxed. Soon he'd come, jetting into my mouth as he loved to do, and then he'd untie me and we'd lie in each other's arms and rest. Soon there'd be peace... and I could relax... for the time being... Velvet WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately. Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways. This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further. ________________________________ Velvet. That's what it felt like. Velvet. "Oh, yeah." The sensation enveloping my hard cock felt like velvet. The more I thrusted back and forth, the more I felt the wonderfulness of velvet. "Oh yeah," she repeated, only this time letting the "yeah" drag on. The rest of my body, especially the inside of my head, felt like it had been plugged into an electrical generator. You know when you happen to get a shock, say, from a rug floor and then you touch something? "Ouch," you exclaim. Well, multiply that individual shock by ten and then times that number by twenty. That was what was happening inside my head. "Mmmmm," she cooed, and then bit her lower lip as I increased the tempo of my pelvic thrusts. I was fucking a beautiful woman. But it wasn't just any beautiful woman. I gave a hard thrust. I smiled as her eyes flew open and her head tossed back, her mouth open but no sound coming out. It was just a red-ruby lettered "O." I didn't come; it would be a while longer. I just wanted to see this woman make the "O" like other women have. I returned to a steadier thrusting tempo. Her eye lids lowered, the eyes fixed on mine. She gave a knowing smile. This woman, this beautiful woman I was pleasuring and was being pleasured by, was the most unexpected lay. And the sweetest because it was so taboo. I was making love to my mother. "Yeaaaahhhhhhh." Before I lowered my lips to meet hers, I gazed at her. She was a dead ringer for that famous English actress from that popular night-time soap in the late 70s. Brunette shoulder-length hair, deep dark eyes and a body—the image of her sexy shape which was to revealed to me for the first time earlier on when her evening gown hit the floor—which would have women half her age envying for. Mom was 51 but her attitude, personality, charm and wit made her seem like a college graduate. I pressed my lips to hers. It was not long before our mouths opened and our tongues were making love just like the rest of our bodies. Besides our vocal approvals of this incestuous union, there were only two sounds in the room. First was the bed which, despite being in an expensive mid-town hotel in Manhattan, New York, was making the same sound made by a bed in an hourly motel. The other sound was the repeated slap of our bodies. My mother's love nectar had flowed like a mountain river. (The flowing had initially begun on the dance floor, increased when I ate her out here, and continued now that we were in the classic Missionary position.) My penis, testicles, and the bed sheet were drenched. I was ecstatic to be in this female downpour! I released her lips from mine, moving my head backwards and up. "Ohhhhh," I exclaimed. Mom jackknifed me with her long sexy legs, pushing me deeper into her velvety, soaking pussy. Another electric shock went off in my head: I returned to the place where my life literally began. Mom's breathing began to be labored, reminding me of the first summer I had developed asthma. "Oh, Paul. Ohhhhh. I'm coming!" Her bountiful breasts—easily 36s, I guessed—bounced against my chiseled chest, her hardened nipples often grazing me. I also got the mental message that I too was nearing orgasm. "Me, too, Mom," I whisperingly concurred. (I didn't think the guests next door would appreciate this being a taboo union.) We increased our body motions (and the bed's squeaking). We were now fucking. No longer was this like before: first, surprised at the unlikely attraction and then the romantic-like slow motions like her hand stroking my hardness or my tongue sliding up and down her heated slit. We were fucking, and fucking hard...like two wild animals. And like many animals, we were doing it incestuously. It wasn't just the fact that we both had been divorced sometime, our respective bodies yearning for sexual contact besides the often-done self-service. It wasn't also the need for an emotional connection with someone; this had been achieved during dinner earlier on. Now it was just raw, heated, animalistic fucking...by two people not supposed to connect this way. Mother and son...fucking. "Yes! Yes! It's here!" she announced triumphantly. Her energized thrust into me and the volcanic eruption of her feminine juices—which already had an oceanic amount—told me that Mom was experiencing her orgasm. It was soon my turn to peak. I slammed my pole into her gushing geyser and I came...and came...and came. I could sense my lower region pumping my milk into Mom, similar to when I gassed up my Benz and I could feel the gas flowing in the hose. This sex felt sooooo good. I grunted her name, Joan, remembering not to accidentally reveal who she was to me. The erotic transfer of my semen into my mother's cunt continued for a few more seconds, and then slowed down and stopped. I was not worried about pregnancy; she had her tubes tied years ago. I was happy to be "riding bareback." Our motions had also subsided and I collapsed onto her, after being in a push-up position for so long. Mass perspiration had encased our bodies. My head lay on her left shoulder. Our breathing was gradually returning to a normal rate. I brought my lips up to her left ear and whispered, "You are a great fuck, Mom." She smiled at me and replied, "You too, baby." We kissed, long and hard. We then moved so that her head rested on my chest and my arms were wrapped around her. Our hearts beat as one. We stayed in this cuddling position for a bit, sleep overtaking her first. I looked through the window onto the midnight Manhattan skyline. I felt warm inside. I finally found the woman I wanted to spend my life with. But how did all this happen? Wait til next the installment of Velvet. Velvet She sat on the edge of the bed, closely examining two objects which she had placed beside her. The first was a long velvet cord, about 35inches in length, very soft, and in the deepest shade of claret. The second object was a long thin band made in the same soft velvet. About 4inches deep, and 30inches long, but with a Velcro fastening attached to both ends. She let her fingertips run across the smooth fabric, held it to her face, brushed it across her lips, and kissed it tenderly. Smiling, she placed both objects carefully into a small white box, and then placed the box on a wooden chest that stood beside the bed. She knew that he would spot the box as soon as he entered the room, and the significance would be immediate. It was late when he returned home. At first he thought the house was empty, but after closing the front door behind him, he could see the soft glow from the bedroom upstairs. He quietly padded up the stairs, hoping to surprise her, but found the bedroom softly lit, and empty. He could hear the shower running and knew she was preparing for bed. He took off his jacket and opened the wardrobe to put the jacket in. As he closed the wardrobe door, something caught his eye. On the wooden chest beside the bed – the small white box! He smiled. He momentarily thought about opening the box to discover the contents, but knew she would not be pleased if he peeked. This was a game they had invented some months before. Where the box had come from, it's doubtful that either could now remember, but they took it in turns on special nights to place something in the box. Something that would benefit their already mind-blowing sexual adventures. The presence of the box beside the bed, indicative of the activities that he now realised would occur that night. She turned the shower off, and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. Using the edge of the towel, she rubbed the moisture from the bathroom mirror. She peered closely at the face that looked back at her, turning her face this way and that, smoothing her hand across the skin under her chin. Feeling the softness, imagining the last time his lips touched there. Her hair hung wet and clung to her shoulders and back, she took a large toothed comb from the shelf in front of the mirror, and began to comb her hair smooth, soaking up the excess moisture with a soft towel. She stopped momentarily, deep in thought, thinking about the evening ahead. She wondered how he would react to the contents of the box. But their relationship was based on deep trust and she felt sure that he would feel comfortable about the contents – at least once the initial shock had passed. She patted her body dry with the towel, sprayed herself with her favourite perfume, and then wrapped a blue silk robe around herself, tying the belt around her waist. She jumped slightly, as she came out of the bathroom, surprised to find him in the bedroom. He was sat on the edge of the bed. He had removed his tie, and his shirt was casually unbuttoned at the neck. He had removed his shoes and socks and sat bare footed. He stood up as she came into the bedroom and moved towards her. He wrapped his hands round her waist and pulled her close to him, burying his face into her wet hair. She smelled fresh and clean, and he sucked her fragrance into his mind. She looked up at him and gently brushed her lips across his, watching his face as his eyes closed, as that familiar jolt of electricity passed between them. He was surprised when the kiss didn't continue, and opened his eyes, to feel her pulling away from his grasp. She was smiling and took his hand to lead him back to the bed. She stood in front of him, and touched the first button on his shirt. Her fingers slowly undid the button, and she smoothed the fabric with her hand moving lower to the next button. She did the same again, except this time he felt her hand brush across the skin on his chest, before moving on to the next fastening. His breath had increased at her touch, and he found himself mesmerised by her. She undid each button in turn, and then slowly slid the shirt from his shoulders, touching his skin as she did. Letting her fingertips caress his shoulders, down his arms, his hands, allowing the shirt to fall to the floor. Her eyes focused on the belt on his trousers, and she loosened the buckle, before undoing the button and the zip. Her grasp was firm, and in control. She slid the trousers and his boxers down over his buttocks in one smooth action, pushing them past his knees, allowing him to step free from them. He now stood naked before her. His breathing had become ragged, partly because of his nakedness, and partly because of her gaze on his body. He felt his cock stir, that familiar twitch that pre-ceded erection. She noticed, too, and the back of her hand brushed over his shaft. She pushed him onto the bed, into a seated position. Moved to the wooden chest and picked up the small box. He watched intently as she lifted the lid and removed the wide piece of velvet. She placed it over his eyes and fastened it at the back of his head using the Velcro. She leaned towards him and peered at the velvet band, checking that he could not see. He could feel her breath against his face, he could smell her aroma. He wanted her lips on his lips. She took a step away from him, and he heard the rustle of fabric. The noise as she slowly undid the belt of her robe, he could imagine the garment sliding from her shoulders. He lifted a hand to her, he wanted to touch her, but she anticipated this, and took a step further away. She let the robe slide quietly to the floor, her body now naked before unseeing eyes. Then silence. She stepped towards him again, and took his hands. She placed them on her waist. His face was in line with her breasts, so close, yet so far. He leaned towards her, and for one fleeting moment he felt the softness of her breast against his lips, but she immediately stepped away, smiling, pulling away from his reach. She leaned towards his face. Her lips momentarily touched his, and he pushed towards her, not wishing to relinquish the sensation. But, she pulled away from his mouth. The kiss was not allowed yet. She moved her lips to his ear, and gently sucked the lobe into her mouth. "Lie face down on the bed with your head on the pillow." he heard her voice purr. He felt something on his wrists, soft, like the material that covered his eyes - a velvet rope. She circled it around his wrists, and tied the ends to the wooden bed-head. His head lay on the pillow, slightly turned to one side. She leaned down and kissed him deeply on the lips. He responded immediately to her point of contact, and sunk his tongue deep into her mouth, dragging her taste into his memory. He felt pressure on the bed, the mattress sinking as someone climbed onto it, then the feel of her soft thighs as she straddled his lower back. He lay there imagining the position she was in. Her legs stretched across his back, her cunt open and moist on his skin, He could feel her heat. She wriggled down onto him, enjoying the sensations as her pussy rubbed against his back. She picked up a small bottle that stood beside the bed, and poured a clear liquid into her hands. She let the liquid drop onto his skin, and slowly began to rub his back in long, slow strokes. Her fingers manipulated the skin, pushing higher to his shoulders, circling movements, pushing deep into the flesh. She let her hands run down the length of his arms, wanting to touch every part of him. She could feel him relax beneath her. Felt sure he could also feel the trickle of juice that now escaped from her cunt, and which was settling on the skin of his lower back. She ground her hips down harder, in a slightly circular motion. She could feel her cunt rubbing against his skin. He responded with a deep moan. His hard erect cock completely trapped beneath him. He wanted her to touch him there. Imagined her mouth with his cock thrust inside it. He wanted to touch her breasts, to feel the erect nipples to suck on them, making her moan. But he was powerless to move. Only his imagination was free. She leaned forwards, and stroked her fingertips along his skin, from his shoulders to a point just in front of her thighs. A small gasp escaped his lips, as she teased him with her touch. He felt her weight shift slightly, and the pressure on his lower back, slipped lower, as she slid down his body, now straddling his thighs. Her hands moved to the spot on his back where she had been sat, and she looked at the wetness on his skin. Moisture that had dripped from her pussy had collected there. She touched it with her finger. His mind was now a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations, unable to see or move, he could only feel her touch, and imagine what she was doing. She moved the finger to her lips and slowly licked the juice from it. He heard the wet movement of her tongue and was desperate to see. She moved both hands to the moist skin and began to massage her taste into him, her fingers pushing deep into his skin. The pressure pushing his body into the mattress, his cock squashed beneath him. She changed position again, this time kneeling between his knees. Her hands moved to his buttocks and she caressed and stroked him, gently moulding the flesh, separating his cheeks with each movement. She retrieved the bottle of scented oil, and allowed a drop to trickle down between his buttocks. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, as the liquid ran down to his opening. He felt her movement as she leaned towards the wooden chest beside the bed, and picked up an object. His face was turned towards the chest, and he saw, a long, slim vibrator. She switched it on and held it against her face, momentarily, then dragged the vibrator across his shoulders and down his back. She followed the trail left by the oil, lubricating the tip of the vibrator. He felt the sensation as the vibrator slid through his crack, and tensed slightly as she rested the tip near his hole. She leaned towards him, not allowing the vibrator to move, and begin to cover his buttocks in long slow kisses – French kisses – she felt him relax beneath her lips, and slowly pushed the tip of the vibrator into his arse. A deep moan escaped his lips, as the vibrator slid inside him, her lips still kissing his soft cheeks. He tried to adjust his position on the bed, his erection now hard and solid and trapped beneath him. She continued to kiss him, while sliding the vibrator slowly in and out. He was desperate to be released, could only think of touching her skin, feeling her softness, her wetness, her taste. He writhed against the constraints, murmuring her name, as she continued to tease him. She could feel his desire building, and did not want to spoil her game, so she slid the vibrator out and switched it off. He felt the bed move as she got off it, then the feel of her hand stroking his hair, she undid the Velcro fastening and her naked body came into his line of vision. Her breasts hung near his face, and he smiled. She undid the fastening on his wrist, and he immediately moved his fingers to her nipples. He had wanted to touch them for so long in his mind, and now carefully, stroked the bud with his fingertips, and rolled her hardness between finger and thumb. She moaned - her eyes half closed. She too, had longed for this touch. She pulled him to his feet. He felt a moment of relief as his hard shaft was now freed. He felt her eyes on his cock. He was so hard, and desperate to fuck her. She guided him to the chair beside the bed, pushed him back, into it. His hands were in her hair, pulling her to him, his lips pressed hard against hers. He was losing control, wanting to touch her and feel her. Once more she pulled away from him. His hands moved to her waist. She turned away from him, and then straddled his legs, her back to him. Her hand circled the base of his cock, and she held him steady, as she lowered herself slowly. The head penetrated her cunt, and she held it there for a moment. She felt his fingertips gripping her waist, could hear the deep exhalation of his breath as his cock entered her. He was trying to push her onto him, but she resisted, knowing how much he wanted to sink himself deep inside her. Her breathing quickened and she tilted her head back in ecstasy, trying now, to control her own lust and desire. She felt his lips on her shoulder, his teeth raking across her skin, nibbling on her flesh. She could stand it no more and sank down onto his cock, taking him deep inside her cunt. They both groaned, and writhed with pleasure. He could feel the softness inside her cunt as his hard shaft penetrated, and felt the extra depth as she ground her body down hard on him. His hands moved round her body, and he dug his fingers into her breasts. He brushed the palm of both hands over her hard nipples, trapping them between his fingers. She felt his mouth on her shoulder, biting the skin. She used all her strength to squeeze her cunt tight around his cock, building a rhythm as she slid up and down his shaft, almost allowing the tip to escape from her warm place, before sinking down hard on him once more. Her juices were flowing freely and his balls were soaked with her nectar. She could feel her climax building inside, that wonderful warm tingly feeling spreading through her stomach and knew that he too, was close. She could feel his breath on her skin, his fingers curled round her nipples, and his cock embedded inside her. She could feel the urgency in his body, thrusting up to meet her cunt, as their sweaty bodies slid against each other as they fucked. She leaned away from him and heard him grunt as his cock, was forced into a different angle inside her cunt, she felt his shaft rubbing against her clit, and knew she would not be able to hold back for much longer. His hands were on her waist, pulling her down onto him, urging her on; long deep thrusts, her cunt enveloping his cock, her pussy lips sucking around his shaft. Their bodies rocked in unison, both seeking the same. She felt him tense, then the first spasm as he came inside her. She rubbed her body against his shaft, and her clit exploded with an overload of sensation. She felt her stomach tense, and was unable to stop the small panting noises that ran parallel to the climax that was firing through her body. They moaned in unison, as a deep orgasm overtook them both. Wave after wave of cum shot inside her, mingling with her own juices. His body continued to spasm as small after shocks continued to course through him, such was the power of his climax. She leaned back against him as his hands circled her body and pulled her close. His warm lips nuzzled against her shoulder, as their orgasms subsided. They stayed like that until he began to soften inside her and she felt his cum trickle out of her body. Satisfied and exhausted. Velvet Wrapped in the warm cocoon of sweetly scented ivory sheets in our lavish hotel suite, I had never felt such happiness. My life had been filled with unbelievable twists and turns over the last few weeks, and I could scarcely believe them when my mind wandered back to them again. I suppose you could say that I had finally arrived at my happy ending, despite giving up on it completely only a mere few days ago. My name is Velvet. I am quite attractive, and yes, I know how vain that sounds. But once you've heard my tale, I'm sure you'll agree. It all started once upon a time in a land far, far away. California, to be exact. My earliest memories were of a vague, muted warmth and the subtle pressure of hands all over my nude body. When my eyes opened, I found myself gazing into the sky blue eyes of the man I would come to know as Chris. "You're quite the lovely lady," he had breathed, his features pinched in concentration as he applied something to my lips with a feather-soft brush. "It'll be a shame to send you off." "Dude! Are you talking to the dolls again? I think you need a vacation." Another man's voice called from far across a brightly lit workroom. "Shit," Chris smirked, glancing over his shoulder. "Vacation? What is that? I've got to get the fucking boat fixed, and this little lady's going to help do just that. The least I can do is pay her a compliment." "Right. Well, if they start talking back, I'm quitting." The other man replied, and Chris gave me a soft pat on the cheek before wandering off. I longed to see where he had gone, but soon understood that I could only observe. I couldn't move of my own accord, nor could I feel or speak. All I could do was see the world around me and hear the conversations of the men who created "girls" like me. But Chris and his coworker, Matt, were very kind and thoughtful. They painted my fingernails, made sure my skin was smooth and flawless, and always treated me and the other dolls in progress as if we meant a lot to them. Not just creations of silicone and steel, but as if we were genuine creatures of heart and soul ... which, I suppose, we were. One afternoon, as I lay posed on a sofa clad in a raven chemise of the softest velvet, Chris appeared. He was lifting me and carrying me, and I saw the workshop and all my sisters in various states of assembly as we breezed past the rest of the workspace. We moved quickly, and Chris was humming gaily as he took me out into a large loading dock where a small truck awaited, and beside that, a large wooden box. "Ohhhh!" The driver exhaled a long plume of bluish smoke in the sweltering afternoon heat as I was carried toward the box. "Ain't she a looker? Where is she off to, Matt?" "New York," the other young man sighed, moving into view as I was turned and carefully settled down into a large wooden freight crate, my eyes fixed on the ceiling of the large garage. "The guy paid us fifteen large to finish her as soon as possible, which rocks 'cause her body type wasn't that hard to develop. Just smaller figure. Not much in the tits and ass department. I don't get it, but hey—it's his money." As Chris began to secure my arms and legs with clinging cloth straps, I could sense a great change in the air. I wondered where New York was. Why I had to leave Chris and Matt. Hadn't I been lovely enough to keep around? "Well, we'll get her there safe and sound," the uniformed man said as the cover to the crate was lifted before me, and then I knew only darkness. I don't know how much time passed. Only that when I next saw light, it was diminished and golden, and I was in an entirely new location. At first, I saw a large bed. It was piled high with fluffy pillows and looked very beautiful in the golden light. Then the crate shifted slightly, and I could see candles on a small table near a window. They were crimson, elegantly tall and slender. And then I saw his face. He bent over me, and I was greeted by the most enchanting green eyes. They seemed to be full of warmth and joy when they gazed down at me, and he hurriedly began to unfasten the straps that held me in place, bending to lift me out. "Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, hurriedly dropping me onto the bed, then collapsing onto it beside me, obviously slightly winded but elated nevertheless. "You don't look that heavy!" One of his hands ran over my belly, caressing the ebony velvet lingerie I wore as he gazed reverently into my face. Then his hand reached for one of mine, and cradled it between his own large ones. "Wow, you feel amazing," he mused, leaning over to get a closer look at my face. One hand left mine to reach up and stroke my cheek. "Soft as velvet. They picked the right clothes for you, honey. But I wonder about how you look out of them..." Getting to his feet, he crossed the room to a stereo system, turning on some sultry music. Then, he moved to the periphery of my vision to blow out all but one of the candles. Returning to the bedside, he bent over me and carefully removed the delicate piece of lingerie I wore. Then he draped the top sheet up over my waist, and gazed down at me with a soft smile curling the corners of his mouth. "Now that we've slipped you into something more comfortable, let's cuddle like you ladies enjoy doing." My first evening with my new handsome stranger was magnificent, and I frequently found myself longing to be able to feel all the lavish sensations he was no doubt providing. He embraced me with his eyes closed, and took great pleasure simply holding me. But when he parted my legs and I glimpsed how perfectly his own body had been made, I truly longed to feel, touch, taste and smell everything. The scent of his skin, the taste of his kisses. I longed to experience it all. Hours later, after he had bathed me with the tenderness of the world's most gentle lover, I reflected on how lucky I was to be with such a kind man. He was very thorough with his cleansing, and once he lifted me from the spacious, two-person tub, he lay me down on a fluffy, royal-blue towel, very carefully patted me dry, and applied a fine veil of powder all over my body before returning me to his bed, where he lay with his head against my shoulder. Over the next few weeks, we luxuriated in one another's company. I learned from his varied phone conversations that his name was James. I knew about his difficult dealings with The Bastards at Work. I was even privy to his secret passion for New Wave music, as he'd put in one of his favorite albums by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, and dance enticingly about the room before settling with me where ever I lay for more pleasurable interactions, smiling in a bashful manner and wistfully murmuring a cherished memory the music brought back to him as he rested his head against my bosom. All this bliss came tumbling down one afternoon when Julie came for a visit. I had heard his conversations with her over the phone, and the look in his eyes suggested that he was missing her very much. I was awakened out of my darkness to bright afternoon sunlight pouring through the large bedroom window and James standing before me, his auburn hair lustrous in the warmth of the radiant golden light. "See? Isn't she great?" he asked, reaching down to tangle a hand through my silken, honey-colored hair. "I mean her hair is as soft as silk, and feels so real!" "Yes," a female voice sighed wearily, and a lovely young woman entered the room to stand beside James, staring critically down at me. "Oh, my God, James! You've got to be kidding!" "What?" James grinned, elbowing the blonde playfully. She scowled, straightening in her crimson heels. She was clad in a garnet, spaghetti-strapped tank and raven Capri pants, and her own pale blonde hair was swept back into a tight tail, She was extremely lovely. "If you won't indulge a threesome with an actual girl yet, think of Velvet here as training wheels." "You've named her?" The blonde raised her eyebrows with incredulity. "Yeah. Why not? It's what she was wearing when I got her and it just fits, doesn't it?" Silence and an increase in the frown the blonde wore. "God, Julie! You're so dramatic. Come on. A little wine, some Massive Attack on the stereo, and we'll have an awesome time." So this was the mysterious Julie. She was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. Very buxom, with a delicately pretty face. And James looked at her with such reverence that I thought she'd agree for certain to his notions. "Oh sure. Hey, I've always wanted to have comatose sex with a huge heap of silicone and paint. Do you realize how serial killer this is?" James looked truly hurt as he distanced himself from her. He moved closer to the crate to lift one of my perfectly manicured hands, and held it out to Julie. "If I were a serial killer, this would be submerged in a gelatin mold in the refrigerator. Besides, I learned to indulge your anal curiosities when we're fucking, even if it feels weird to feel that huge dildo in your ass while I'm doing you." "Oh, there's that eloquence and suave disposition again. How can I resist throwing myself into your arms," she sneered, shrugging unhappily. The gesture made her breasts sway enticingly. "You know what?" She turned her back to him, and started out of the room. "Julie! Come on! Don't start this shit!" "I'm flying back to Miami. I don't need this today. If you're ready to put away your toys and come play with a real woman, I'll be at our condo. I cannot handle this, James." Smacking one hand to his brow in exasperation, James hurriedly followed, leaving me to gaze into the now-empty bedroom. Their voices were raised in the other room before the loud slam of a door resounded throughout the entire loft. Poor James. He seemed inconsolable. No longer did he lovingly brush my hair as he once used to, sitting me against the sofa with my head between his legs as he worked. No more did he return from fancy clothing stores with new outfits for me to wear. He merely threw himself into his work, spending more and more time away. His notebook computer was his constant companion now, and rarely did I see a smile in those lovely, jade-colored eyes. Especially after he got off the telephone with, I would assume, Julie. And so it was that late one night after I had witnessed James preparing to go out that an amazing event occurred. He had left, keeping the radio on so he wouldn't come home to a silent apartment, as he always did during his infrequent trips out to go dancing. I sat perched upon my stool in my crate—bound with the Velcro constraints so I wouldn't topple out—when I heard the front door open and close. Patiently I waited for his voice—he would often come home singing from one of his nights out. It didn't come. Instead, the brisk click of heels on granite tile grew louder, approaching the bedroom. A woman entered my line of sight, and as if she knew precisely where she was going, approached my crate. "Hey, Velvet," she smiled. It was a seductive smile. She was a seductive creature with a throaty, honeyed voice. Long, wavy crimson hair and large sapphire eyes. She wore an ivory tank dress and matching heels, and her figure was phenomenal. "Didn't anyone teach you manners? It's polite to say 'Hello' back when someone greets you." But I was unable to talk for something strange and wonderful was happening all over my form. My mouth suddenly felt ... What was it? And my arms and legs ... They were filled with an unpleasant sensation that I did not recognize. "You, my dear, are becoming Real. Go on. Say something." "I ... I'm..." My mouth felt warm and wet, and I ran my formerly stationary tongue over the smooth pearl of my perfectly even teeth. "How...? Who...?" "I'm Alex. Due to circumstances I've been sworn not to relate, my owner transformed me from a pleasure-doll into a real woman under two conditions. And that's what I'm going to offer to you tonight. I know how much you love James, and it's my job to help you show that to him." I wiggled my fingers, feeling the roughness of the wood beneath them. I inhaled the spicy floral warmth of Alex's perfume as she leaned in closer to me. I felt the coolness of the satin teddy I wore against the warmth of my skin. "Two conditions?" I asked, my voice a bit high and tremulous to my own astonished ears. "Yes. Two conditions. The first is that James consummates your relationship with you in your present condition unquestioned. The second is that you convince him in one night to forsake Julie and choose you. "If you accomplish all this, you can stay Real. But, if James refuses, then it's back into the crate you go, and I can never return to you." She folded her arms and leaned against the frame of the crate, narrowing her eyes mischievously. "I hate these things," she mused, kicking at my crate with one pointed toe of her shoe. "I just released this beautiful little Asian doll who had been left alone in hers for seven months! The poor girl nearly had a heart attack when she saw me." But ... but he'll never believe me!" "He doesn't have to. He just has to want you badly enough, girl. And with an ass and a rack like yours, you should have an easy night ahead of you. Seriously. No pressure. This will be totally easy. You'll see." And with that, she turned, starting for the door. "Wait!" I cried, trying to get loose of my bonds. "Wait! How did you find me? How can I find you?" The front door slammed, and I knew I was alone. Wiggling more confidently, I bent my right arm to reach for the strip of fabric securing my left upper arm, yanking it free of its corresponding cuff. It came free with a loud ripping and crackling, and I pulled my left arm free. Repeating the same process with my right, I bent to free my waist and ankles. At last, I stumbled out of the crate and lost my balance, falling hard onto my bottom. The pain was exquisite and amazing as I landed on the dove-gray carpet with my legs trembling. Rolling onto my side, I gained my feet again, and started toward the bathroom. Alive! I was alive! Settling my weight against the bathroom countertop, I lifted my eyes to the reflection in the mirror. Long, straight hair the color of golden grain warmed by the sun, aquamarine eyes that glimmered with vitality, and skin that glowed with ruddy good health in my sculpted cheeks and felt warm to the touch as I traced one fingertip over it. Reaching back, I tugged at a lock of my hair and felt sharp pain as I did so. Thrilled, I turned and wandered out of the spacious bathroom and into the living room. My bare feet smacked against the cold floor as I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs as I had seen James do so many times. Gazing around the room, my eyes fell on a spread of brochures and papers on the coffee table. Leaning forward, I caught sight of tall trees captured in mid-sway against the backdrop of a startlingly blue sky. Glittering cobalt waves churned in the background, topped with white foam, and a blinding strip of beach between that and the trees. More brightly illustrated pamphlets. And lists of numbers, some of which had been marked with a highlighting stroke of a pen. All of a sudden, I recalled the argument of many afternoons ago. Julie had said she was returning to Miami. Was this the mystery tropical destination pictured in these brochures? Was James going to leave me? "No!" I gasped, dropping the papers and getting to my feet. Unable to believe that he might be leaving me now that I was real, I panicked. Quickly, I made my way back toward our bedroom, moving to the trunk of clothes James kept for me and hurriedly trying to dress myself, fighting back tears of frustration as my uncooperative legs tangled in the denim length of my jeans as I rushed. I wanted to leave and find my James, but had no ideas where he might have gone. The city looked immense when I gazed out the plate-glass windows of the living room. All I could do was stand there, clad in jeans and a T-shirt, unable to decide what my next move should be. Should I go out and search the streets? Ask around? Thinking of how wonderful our union would be if I were able to find him and explain to him what had happened, I began to formulate a plan for going out when the front door began to rattle in the frame. Quickly, I dashed out of sight, hurrying into the darkened kitchen to crouch behind the countertop, listening as he entered the apartment and made his way toward the sofa with a shuffling step. "Fuckin' ... When I wanna grow up ... Fuck that..." A thump as he collapsed onto the sofa, tossing his shoes aside. Moments later, soft snores issued from the sofa. Getting to my feet, I slid from my cover and approached the sofa, catching a faint hint of the fresh marine cologne he had splashed on before venturing out. Glimmering with warm copper highlights, his hair looked impossibly soft and luxuriant in the low lamplight. Freed from my limited coma, I could hardly believe my luck when I was able to kneel before him and run the back of one hand over his smoothly shaven cheek. At last, I could be the one to initiate the moments between us. No longer would I have to lie there passively as I had been doing for so long. And what had Alex said? We had to consummate our passions mutually, and I had to convince him to choose me over Julie? Moving in closer to him, I brushed my crimson lips over his brow. He stirred, lifting a hand briefly to place it upon my shoulder before it fell back to his side. "Shhhh," I soothed, settling him onto his back as I embraced him. The feel of his muscular torso beneath my arms was thrilling. His skin was warm beneath my lips, and my own brazen actions emboldened me. I kissed his lips, and then parted them with my tongue, tasting his mouth. Running my tongue over his, then letting mine mingle with it, his body relaxing under me as I settled closer, and my breath coming in hot puffs against his cheek as I lost myself in the kiss. Surrendering myself to the music and mood, I was all lust and sensation as I felt warmth spreading throughout my body. One of his hands reached around to tangle in my hair, and he tossed restlessly beneath me as I settled on top of him, my breasts giving against his chest as he began to kiss me back. "Mmmm..." he sighed, his hips arching against me. I felt a hard rigidity against my crotch and gasped, suddenly limp with pleasure. "You're gorgeous," he breathed, breaking the kiss to gaze at me through half-lidded eyes. "Thank you," I smiled, sitting up to fling off my shirt, revealing the almost unnatural perfection of my bosom. "So are you, James." "Thanks," he smiled. One hand reached up to squeeze my left breast. I collapsed in a swoon as the tingle of that caress sent chills racing through my body like glittering stardust. My eyes closed. The next moment, we had toppled onto the floor and he was busily undressing me. His own clothes were hastily discarded. Kisses and caresses were exchanged, and I marveled at each new feeling. However, the most urgent and insistent stirring came from my vagina. I had never known such sweet agony. A feeling of clenching yet opening all at once, like a blossom to the increasing warmth of a summer morning. How fortuitous his trip to the bar had been! I suspect he merely thought of me as a girl who had accompanied him home, and that was precisely how I wanted him to think of me right now. My attention was abruptly returned to my handsome lover as I felt his hands delving between my thighs. His fingertips stroked me roughly and I gasped, which made him repeat the gesture once again. "God, you're just perfect." He breathed into my ear as I felt fingertips moving inside me. "Soaked and perfect." Unable to believe the condition of my body and my ability to feel it, I simply tightened my embrace and arched my hips higher. Velvet In a frenzy of kisses and embraces, I had rolled on top of him, my thighs parting, his cock straining against my navel. With the intuition that all women, real or not, are blessed with, I positioned myself above him then slammed my hips downward, reveling in the most glorious sensation I had experienced so far tonight. We went beyond making love. We fucked. His mouth ravaged my breasts while our bodies moved in an urgent cadence, my newly found voice letting loose cries of bliss as I experienced my first orgasm, my entire body quivering violently in his arms before he rolled me onto my back to take me hard enough to cause my body to slip across the granite floor. When he was on the verge of climax, I reached up and caught his chin to gaze into his eyes as I had done so many times before. The intensity of the moment was magnified as I felt a warm gush deep within my body and he shuddered on top of me, his hands gripping my shoulders. When we had calmed, and were sitting side by side on the floor, I reached for his hand, thoughts of returning to my former self now rising to the surface of my mind in unwelcome profusion. "Hey," I began, glancing at the brochures on the table. "You look like you're going on a trip. Where are you off to?" He was studying me intently, his eyes narrowed in drowsy concentration. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar..." "You might. So about this trip. Where are you off to?" "Florida. I was going to see a friend there. I was planning on leaving in the morning." "Well, I could use a vacation, too. I was thinking of going on one myself, but heard that Florida wasn't nearly as nice as the Caribbean. I keep hearing this ad on the radio for Jamaica and how nice it is this time of year." "Oh, hell, yeah, it's nice. I was there a couple months ago and it was, like, the best vacation." "Well," I began, stretching my legs across his lap and wrapping my arms about his neck. "I've got some time off, and you look like you could use some. What do you say we make that trip to Jamaica instead of Florida? We could just leave now. Fuck it, why not? I'll make it the best vacation you've ever had. No questions. Let's just go." James glimpsed at his watch, then up into my oceanic eyes. "Now?" "Yes. Now." A devilish smile crossed his lips as he shrugged. "Fuck. Why not? You want to go home and pack, honey?" "Nope. I've got everything I need. Let's go." Velvet: A Story of Obedience 1. The Beginning I met the two of them in an internet chat room. They were quite open about it; after a brief casual exchange, they boldly declared that they were 'looking for a co-operative submissive, prepared to surrender either her or him-self to their instructions'. 'These instructions would', they confirmed at the outset, 'involve the subject in a series of adventures and experiments of a sexual nature'. Maybe here I should explain my background. At the age of 37, I am an ambitious, successful business woman. Five feet nine inches tall, weighing just under nine-and-a-half stone, with a firm slim figure kept in trim by moderate exercise and a healthy diet. I run my own confidential courier service and I'm aware of the fact that most members of my staff regard me as 'something of a martinet'. I pay them well but I expect them to perform; and if they don't I make them painfully aware of the fact. Although by no means leading a celibate life I choose to remain emotionally 'unattached'. Their frank declaration, after an initial period of contemplation, intrigued me; and I began to fantasise what it would feel like to be controlled, for once, rather than always being the director – particularly in respect of 'sexual adventures and experiments'. That last thought already began to fuel my arousal. I could fell a distinct pulse deep in my vagina, my nipples and aureole began to stiffen and tingle and my clitty began to expand and tighten. I was aware of a dampening in the crotch of my panties. With my fingers figuratively crossed I responded. "What would it involve, exactly?" "You're still there," was the reply, "we thought we might have frightened you off! If you seriously want to pursue this, we'll show you. Have you got a video link camera?" "Yes." "Set it up." I did and after a short while a picture appeared on my screen – Ebb and Flo. They were both dressed alike, each in a satin corselet trimmed across the top and at the hem with soft, froth of lace. Six satin suspender straps, three each side supported, lace topped nylon stockings and both wore plain three inch court shoes. The woman I quickly came to know as Flo – obviously a sobriquet – who appeared to be about my own height and maybe a year or two older, was in shades of green that complimented her auburn hair, green eyes and pale, slightly freckled, complexion. Her firm strawberry tipped breasts thrust out over the top of her costume and her neatly trimmed pubic bush, a flaming match for her hair, was framed by the frothy lace hem, the satin suspender-straps and her lace stocking tops. Ebb, a fair skinned slender blond some three inches shorter than Flo and about five years younger, was dressed in shades of blue. Ebb's costume was completed by a pair of delicate lacy satin panties, also in blue, that inadequately constrained a rampant erection. Strangely, the disfiguration of his panties and absence of any bosom did nothing to detract from the femininity of Ebb's appearance. I was to learn later that, fully dressed 'en-femme', his femininity was unquestionable. There was a similarity about their faces that suggested a link – siblings or cousins perhaps; and I was vaguely aware that Ebb, at least, seemed familiar to me. I was to learn later just how familiar! "Okay," was the next text, "stand up and train the camera on your self." Anticipating what would come next I experienced a degree of panic, which I stilled by the thought that I had agreed to the exchange and, anyway, there was no diminution in my arousal. My body was ready even my mind was a bit reluctant. I wasn't wrong; there followed step by step instructions to removed my blouse and bra' and to train the camera on my, by now bullet tipped, breasts; followed, after an interval during which the two of them examined my breasts, by instructions to remove my skirt, underskirt and panties. "We're glad to see that you wear stockings and suspenders; not those ghastly tights," came the next comment. "Keep those on and train the camera up between your legs. Highly excited by now, and aware that my lower lips were salivating fast, I did as I was told, opening my legs slightly to allow an unrestricted view of my own vagina to appear on the screen. It was a strange experience, that first time, to see my most intimate feature spread out for others to view. I'd bared my breasts in public before, on continental beaches, but this was the first time anyone other than a chosen lover or an occasional doctor had had such visual access to my vagina. Strange it might have been but it was somehow highly satisfying, particularly as I was responding to the directions of others. The duration of their inspection was even longer; then the next instruction came. "Sit back in your chair with your legs apart, train the camera on your body and masturbate – slowly!" And so I did, as confirmed by the images that appeared on my own screen, as well as theirs, and the screens of those to whom they chose to allow a link, and for all I know anyone else who managed to 'hack in' to our private exchange. Despite doing my best to obey their dictate, and despite the slow rhythm I used, my fingers had barely touched my supercharged organs, my engorged labia and swollen throbbing clitty, before I exploded in an orgasmic flood that swept through my body and drenched my fingers, thighs, suspender-straps, stocking tops and the seat of my chair with my deluge and left me feeling weak and exposed. "Very nice," the computer clicked, "although much too quick. You were told to masturbate slowly! You'll have to learn to do better than that, to control your feelings until given permission to complete. Remember, you are our plaything and must subject yourself to our guidance. Your own needs and feeling are secondary – in all things. Now, use your fingers and your tongue to clean up your quim and your thighs." Completely under their spell by now, I did as I was bid and used my fingers to gather as much of my own musky, honey-dew as I could transferring them to my mouth to lick and savour the taste. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted my own orgasm. Curiosity had driven me to milk my own vagina before and some of my female lovers and I had held each others flows long enough in our mouths to share in deep kisses – something I'd never done with any of my male lovers, although I had in the past fed them with their own 'cum'. "Okay," the computer continued, "We are prepared to continue with this on the condition that you subjugate yourself completely to out direction. Any departure from any of our dictates will result in immediate cessation of our relationship. You will at all times await our call; at no time will you initiate any exchange; and you will comply with instant and total obedience. From now on you will be known as 'Velvet' and as such you will be in front of your computer to receive instructions between midnight and one am each day, with your camera link in place and functioning. During tomorrow you will purchase a minimum of four costumes like ours, although yours will be in shades of yellow, which you will wear when you are awaiting our contact. Like Flo, you will only wear panties when you are 'on', and you may be required to prove it. If this is clear and you wish to continue, please respond with 'accepted: Velvet'." It took me several minutes to decide before the massage went out. "Accepted: Velvet." And I wondered even then what I'd let myself into. I soon discovered ... To be continued ...