4 comments/ 15143 views/ 2 favorites Her Hair By: MasterTouch She was waiting for her Master to come home. She checked herself in the mirror, to make sure she was presentable: Heels, the light-weight short skirt he liked with the white silk thong underneath, white matching bra, and a soft light blue silk blouse. Her make-up was done to perfection: Not too much, just a hint of color on her cheeks and lips. And then there was her hair! She had long, long red hair. It fell in a glossy cascade down her back, reaching down to her ass. She loved it, and she knew He did too. And tonight, it was at its best, all glossy and free. "Yes," she thought, "Master will be pleased". She went into the hall, standing at the end opposite the front door, ready to drop to her knees and greet Him when he entered. It was almost time, and her heart was racing, as it always did. It was incredible to her that she had so recently discovered where true happiness for her lay. She would never have guessed, even six months ago, that she would feel so fulfilled in serving a man. Indeed, she had always seen herself as strong and capable: In fact she was, and almost everyone who knew her thought that was the reality of who she was. But He had seen through that. Seen the desperate need inside her to be cared for, her desperate desire to be able to give up the responsibility and just obey, serve, in return for being cared for totally. She blushed as she remembered her early disobedience, her fear of losing herself...What a silly girl she had been! In fact, in giving herself to Him, she had finally found herself. She heard the key in the lock, and snapped out of her reminiscence, ready to focus herself on her Master and His needs. As the door opened, she fell gracefully to her knees, her head bowed, her hands behind her back. She heard the door close, and then there were his shoes in front of her. She bowed lower, silent, awaiting His greeting. "Hello, my pet. You may stand." She rose to her feet, her head still bowed, until he put a hand on her chin and raised her face to look at Him. He was smiling, a small, warm smile that melted her heart. "Do you know what today is, my pet?" "No, Sir...Except that it is Wednesday, of course." "Today is the six month anniversary of our first meeting, my pet! And, in celebration, I think we shall do something very special, something that will take us to a new level. Do you wish this? Are you ready to give even more of yourself to me?" She wondered what He meant. What could there be beyond what they already had? And yet, if there truly was more, she knew she wanted it! "Master, you already own me, body and soul. Whatever you wish, is yours to command." "Very good. Follow me." He led her into the kitchen and put his case on the table. He turned and walked slowly around her, examining her carefully. "You have done very well, my pet. Your dress is impeccable, your make-up perfect. However, what I have in mind will be better done without the clothing, so please, remove it for now." She nodded, wondering what He had planned, and slowly began to remove her clothing. She unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off, then undid her bra. As she slid that down her arms, her breasts came free, swinging slightly as she moved. She felt his eyes on her and smiled, feeling wanted in a way no one else had ever made her feel. He always made her feel beautiful and desirable, and in return she let him feast his eyes upon her whenever he wanted. She undid her skirt and carefully stepped out of it, folding it and adding it to the pile of her blouse and bra. Then she slowly slid her thong down her legs. Standing back up, she stood at attention for his approval. His fingers traced lightly over her face and down onto her neck. "Whose face is this?" "Yours, Master" *He ran his fingers down over her breasts, grazing the nipples, making them jump to life. "And these wonderful breasts?" "They too are yours, of course Mater." He walked around behind her, his fingers trailing down over her stomach and ending on her hips. He stood close to her, his head next to hers and he spoke more softly. "And these hips?" "Yours" She said in a breathy whisper. His hands moved again and he cupped her pussy in his palm. He could feel the heat there and knew she was getting quite aroused. "And this most precious place of pleasure?" "That belongs to you and you alone, my Master." "His hands traveled back up her body and gathered her hair at the nape of her neck. "And what of this magnificent mane?" "Master, all I have and am belongs to you, including my hair." "Kneel, my pet, and bow your head down, spreading your hair out so I may see it fully." She sank down and put her forehead on the cool tile. Then she lifted her hair and spread it out in a wide fan in front of her. She could sense him moving around, looking at it...then he knelt and placed something on the floor next to her, but she couldn't see what through the curtain of her hair. "Show me your devotion: Give me your hair, my pet." "It is already yours, Master, as I said." "No, my pet, that is not what I mean...look to your left." She lifted her head a bit and looked at the object he had placed on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat, surely not! There on the floor was a large pair of scissors. Her heart started to beat faster as she fought within herself: To lose her hair, how could she? It was so much a part of her, so big a piece of what made her herself! And yet, she was his. She had given herself to him, told him the hair was his. Once again, she found herself at that crossroads: Could she submit, would she submit? He stood there watching her, knowing the struggle that was going on inside her. He understood that she believed she had given herself totally, but he knew she had had a romantic, idealized picture of what that meant. Now was the true test. Would she pass? She swallowed hard, her body in a strange state of nervous excitement. She closed her eyes and in a small voice, she said "Master, it is yours...you may cut it as you wish." "Oh no, my pet. I have no intention of cutting it at all." Her heart beat faster still. Was that all he wanted, her agreement? Would she get to keep her long tresses? Yes, surely that was it! He had tested her and she had passed! Relief began to flood through her, but it was changed to an icy fear when she heard his next words: "You will do that....Please, cut it off and present it to me." He meant for her to do it to herself? How could he ask that! Not just to take her hair, but to make her be the one to do it! NO! No, this was too much! If he thought she was gong to do that he had another thought coming! And yet...somehow her hand was moving, picking up the scissors... What was she doing? Surely she wasn't going to actually cut her own hair off! She should say something...Why wasn't her mouth working? She took the scissors in her right hand and gathered her hair with her left hand. Her mind was whirling...then she noticed that her body was quivering...she focused on herself and realized her pussy was wet...This was turning her on? No, how could it be...she was scared, she was angry, she was going to rebel, she....she...she was going to do it, she realized. She placed the open scissors against her scalp just above her right temple. The cool metal shocked her. She held her breath, still not believing this was happening. Then her right hand spasmed shut and she saw a large swath of her precious hair fall to the hard tile in front of her. She stared at it, lying there. Oh God, she had actually done it! What had she been thinking? How could her body have betrayed her like this! And yet somehow, she felt relieved...there was nothing more to worry about, she was committed to this now. She cut again, another shimmering lock falling slowly to the floor. As she continued to cut and watch the pile grow, she realized that she had indeed entered a new place in her service to him. She had obeyed him even though her conscious mind had rebelled. Her deeper, inner self had known what to do. Her mind was still in turmoil, and yet there was a deep peace welling up from inside her. Even as her locks fell, her body rejoiced in her service. In fact, she realized, her nipples were rock hard and the dampness between her thighs was now almost a flood! She tried not to think any more. Just to follow the rhythm of the scissors as they cut, cut, cut...She felt her legs tense and relax as each lock fell, her arousal mounting along with the pile of red, shiny hair on the floor. She was almost disappointed when the last of her hair shimmered slowly down onto the pile. She put the scissors down on the floor and stopped to catch her breath again. Then she reached up to feel her head...It felt so strange! She could feel the cool air on her neck, something she had no memory of ever feeling before! And when she felt her hair, she was shocked anew to find just a short soft brush where once had been her long, heavy tresses. She truly felt light-headed in more ways than one! She pushed the pile of hair towards him and then raised her head, tears in her eyes, to look at him. Would he accept this? Was it worth it? Did he still love her? Was he pleased? He was sitting before her on one of the kitchen chairs. His eyes, too, were wet with tears. She was puzzled at first, until he spoke. "That, my precious one, was the most wonderful thing I have ever seen in my life! You have shown in the most deep, complete way possible just how right we are together: That we are one, and always will be! You have never, never looked more beautiful to me than you do now!" He stood up and held out his hand to help her stand too. "You deserve a reward for such devotion and service, my pet. We will go out tonight and get you some new jewelry to complement your new look. But first, I think you need to relieve some of the tension that your devotion engendered. Am I right?" She stood there, holding her hand, and blushed. "Yes, Master, if I may I would like very much to be allowed to orgasm." "And so you shall, my pet. Somehow I think this will be a very powerful one!" He led her towards the bedroom, leaving the pile of hair on the floor for later. Her Hair I had been at the bar about thirty minutes, waiting for my good friend Kan. We had planned to get a few drinks, and then head out to a local seafood restaurant, where they had a special on stone crab. After dinner we were going to run a few more of the bars on Duval Street, hoping to meet some interesting women. Kan was running late, which was strange for him, so when my cell phone rang I figured something was up. I looked at the caller ID and confirmed, yes, it was Kan. Answering the phone I said, "Hey Kan, I was wondering where you were." He explained he had some car trouble and wouldn't be able to make it. Apparently one of his wheel bearing had gone bad on him and he needed to get it fixed. "You sure you want to work on that tonight, I'll be glad to come pick you up," I said, hoping I could convince him to work on the car later. Explaining that he was going to need the car the next day to travel up to his parent's house, he had to get it fixed right away. He apologized for screwing up our plans, but promised me he'd treat me to the stone crab the next time they had a special. "Well, I can't refuse an offer like that. Good luck with your car and drive safely," I said before hanging up the phone. I'd have to do the cruising by myself. I was about to get up and head over to the seafood restaurant when an absolute goddess stepped into the bar. Wearing a pair of jeans with a neatly laced white blouse, which she left unbuttoned damn near down to her navel, she moved her sleek body through the doorway. Once she was inside my attention was drawn to her face, or more exactly to her hair. It was jet black, pulled back so tight against her head it made me wince. In the twirling lights inside the bar, her hair seemed to sparkle as if it was still soaking wet. As she moved to the bar and sat down on a stool, I could see it was tied up into a tight bun, which also glistened in the light. She must have noticed me looking at her, because she looked over and said, "Hello." Simple as that... hello, yet the voice, no the accent, it was immediately obvious she was not from Key West, hell, she wasn't from the US. I noticed a few of the guys sitting near me ogling her and commenting on her body, especially how her breasts were barely covered by her blouse. Before they could do anything, I immediately jumped up and sat down in the stool next to her. Prying my gaze from the dark, black and wet looking strands of her hair I looked at her eyes and said, "That is a beautiful blouse, such delicate lace, is it from your country?" "My blouse," she replied, running her hand down the lace, nearly exposing her breast as she did, "no, no I got it at J.C. Penney." Feeling my face flush a bit, "Oh J.C. Penney... it is a lovely blouse." "Thank you," she replied. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" "I'm from Belarus." "Belarus," I said, letting the word tease my mouth and lips. Glancing up at her hair I reached out my hand to touch it, but then pointed to the bartender instead. "Can I buy you a drink?" "Yes, that would be nice," she replied. Waving down the bartender I said, "I'll have a Vodka Collins and the lady will have...," I looked to her, once again gazing at the stunning black hair. "Please, I would like a White Russian," she said. "Make mine a White Russian too," I said, "and can we have it at the table over there?" The bartender nodded saying, "Crystal will bring the drinks to you." I took Belarus by the hand and led her to the table, realizing I needed to know her name, I couldn't just call her "Belarus." Pulling out her chair for her I said, "My name is Jim." Once seated she said to me, "Hi Jim," the accent giving the name the cutest lilt I had ever heard, "My name is Katiana." "Katiana," I repeated, "Katiana from Belarus." She smiled and then looked down at the table as the waitress delivered our White Russians. I just stared, fascinated on how her hair was so tightly woven into the sparkling bun. Once again I reached out to touch it, wanting to feel the wetness of it on my fingers, but I stopped. I was torn, part of me wanted to grab that hair and run my fingers through it and part of me wanted to leave it as it is, so perfectly sculpted with the bun in the middle and the strands radiating out, all looking wet and wild, like the Black Sea. We talked and continued drinking the White Russians. She had only been in the states for two months and only in Key West for about two weeks. Working at a nearby restaurant as a hostess, she planned to stay on the island for a while. Later she talked of her country, of the great upheavals they endured and finally how she got her opportunity to come to the states. As the evening passed, we both were pretty drunk and, except for a few other drunken couples, the bar had pretty well cleared out. I figured I'd take a chance with her and asked, "Hey, would you like to come back to my place, it's not far from here." She immediately smiled but said, "Oh I am sorry Jim. I would like to, but I have, how you say... period now. But I would like to help you. You understand what I say?" "Yes," I replied wondering what she had in mind. "You want me too now?" "Oh yes." She slid forward and then moved down beneath the table, kneeling on the floor. I felt her fumbling with my pants, so I moved my hands down and unfastened my pants for her. I watched as she reached into my underwear and pulled out my cock. I could see my cock slowly disappear into her mouth, but realized that wasn't what I wanted to see. Carefully grabbing the table I pushed it back and I watched as slowly, strand by glistening black strand her beautiful hair emerged from under the table. Fighting off the urge to touch it, I kept moving the table as the tight bun toward the back of her head came out from under the table. She did amazing things with her mouth, as she sucked me, running her tongue over my cock, but I remained mesmerized by the hair. When her head bobbed, the light sparkled through it and wondered if it was soft and wet, or was the gel one that dried hard. I looked closer, unable to tell for sure as I could see faint hints of her scalp between the jet black strands of hair. I reached my hand up and let it hover over the sparkling, black as her head continued to bob up and down on me. Moving my hand closer and closer I finally gave in and lightly touched the bun just as I came. Feeling the light gel on my fingers I marveled at the tight knot of the bun as my cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into her willing mouth. In a few minutes she let my cock fall out of her mouth and she moved back next to me at the table. She smiled, licked her fingers and said, "You taste very good to me, Jim." I could only smile and nod, my gaze transfixed on her hair. "You are so beautiful," I said, "your hair... your hair..." "Jim, I need to leave now, my roommates have come to pick me up," she said, pointing to the door. I looked up and saw two women at the door waving. Not sure what else to do I waved back, noticing Katiana's hair gel glistening on my fingers. Katiana then leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue slipping in to my mouth. She then pulled away and whispered, "Next time maybe the period is over and we can go to your place." She then stood up and headed to the door. Realizing I didn't know how to reach her I shouted out, "How will I find you?" "Be here for me. I will come back soon," she said, looking back. She then turned and headed out the door. The last thing I saw was her beautiful black hair, still pulled tightly in a bun without a strand out of place. Even after she left her hair seemed to glisten in the light. I reached my fingers up to my mouth and tasted her hair gel, wondering what her pussy might taste like. Not wanting to miss her, I've come back to the bar every night since then, hoping for another glimpse at her glistening wet, jet black hair, wanting to touch her incredibly tight bun. Her Halloween Her Halloween, A Trick or A Treat She kicked at the sand as she walked on the beach. Felt strange to her that it was so warm for the last day of October. Halloween, normally a chilly holiday built around spooky stories and trick or treating but not for her this year. This year was more of a treat. A business trip with perks. A few hours a day, listening to corporate pep talks and then a chance to relax and be free. Professional to the end, she represented herself well. She was early for the morning seminar and was at the least, prepared with notepad in hand. The reality was that they could have been talking about any topic but that was not her focus. Sitting in front of her was one of her bosses. He was a regular visitor in her thoughts. She often wondered what he looked like undressed. Curious what he thought about her, outside of her work resume. As she made her way back into her room, she glanced at the adjoining door that connected their rooms. So close but so far away. Was he thinking of her as she thought of him? A quick nap before dinner was all she wanted. She laid there drifting between reality and fantasy. Once again her mind was on her boss. She imagined him in his room. She knew that he was thinking of her. He would not be able to control himself so he entered the shower. Warm water ran down his back as he slowly began to rub his engorged cock. She thought of how his breathing would become heavier. How his eyes closed and his mouth opened. Was he thinking of her body or what he wanted to do with it? She knew her thoughts were safe so she let them come streaming in. She had the power and control to think whatever she wanted to, so she did just that. After a slow lick, she eased her fingers between her legs. She parted her lips and felt the warmth and the wetness. She began to rub and found the spot which she would concentrate on. With her other hand, she played with her nipples. She pulled them and squeezed. She was so very wet. Thoughts of being taken, running through her mind. She slowed down and found a less aggressive rhythm. She wanted this to last. She was at that point, ready for the first orgasm when she opened her eyes. She saw the shadow of the door expand. He was watching her. As if no time passed, she came to the conclusion that she was beyond the ability to stop. Her back arched as she came. She did her best to muffle her scream but she was not quiet. She didn't want the orgasm to end but she knew that there would be more. By the time she had finished cumming, he was at her bed side. As she felt his hands softly touch her skin, she reached over and released his cock. It filled her hand. Warm, hard and thick, she began to lick slowly from the base to the top. She opened her mouth and let it enter. It tasted as she had imagined. He played with her breasts and then worked his way down to her thighs. Parting her legs, he used his tongue to explore. She felt her body tense as he circled her clitoris. She wanted him inside her so bad. She was going to cum again. She heard the knock, first faint and then more pronounced. She could not believe her luck. She was determined to ignore it until she heard a throat being cleared. Her eyes slowly opened, to familiar surroundings. Yes, it was Halloween but she was not at a resort. She was in her office. She remembered closing her blinds and that she had locked her door and that for the first time in her career, she was going to masturbate at her place of work. They would think that she was busy and no one could get in. No one, except for her boss. She saw him standing there in front of her desk. She had been caught. She was leaned back in her chair with her form fitting skirt hiked up around her waist. Her tall black boots were firmly spread on her desk. Her breast had long since spilled from her sweater and the wet spot under her ass was too much evidence to overcome. Stunned and fearing the worst, her mind raced to get out of this mess. She knew she would be fired and that scandal would follow her. She knew that there was no way out. And then what she would see changed everything. He stood there staring with cock in hand. No, it wasn't the cock that she had envisioned. It was much larger in length and girth. As she attempted to stand up and gather herself, he was behind her. She felt his firm hand grasp her hair and the other graze over her breasts. He bent her over the desk and she felt the warm tip of his cock slide across the length of her pussy. He eased it inside of her. She was so wet that it gave little resistance, First it was just the tip, slowly in and out, always finding its way back. He let go of her hair and placed both hands on her ass. He slowly let his cock penetrate deeper and while she moaned he quickened his pace. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he continued to thrust that impressive cock deep inside her. She felt his body against hers beginning to become tense as he grunted with joy. With rapid thrusts, she felt his cum explode deep inside of her. She came hard as he continued to fuck her. Her pussy squeezing his cock until she was finished. Before she could get herself together and without a word, he quickly exited the room. She could not believe what had just happened. She knew that her job was safe and so was their secret. He had a significant other. He would not talk. As for her, she could not wait to get home and tell her husband. She had no fear, knowing that he would share in the excitement. That he would ravage her cum soaked pussy and that a secret fantasy that they shared had been fulfilled. She felt wonderful. Halloween she thought, a trick of her mind and then a very erotic treat. Her Halloween Fantasy Reality I should explain that my girlfriend, Elizabeth, has a bit of an exhibitionist streak. She won't really do it. But the possibility of being caught naked in public really fuels her libido. It is mostly a fantasy for her. The closest she has come to acting it out is to get me to have sex with her in secluded spots that offer the possibility of getting caught, but where the probability is pretty close to nil. I am not complaining mind you. Bringing up this fantasy or our secluded sex leads to some really hot sex and that's something I really dig. So you may have an inkling where this is leading. I decided to fulfill her fantasy. Big time! I mean why do things by half measures? Halloween was coming up and we get invited to some very wild costume parties. Adult only if you know what I mean. Liz always dresses up in something sexy and revealing for these parties. Well this year we are going to the sexist party of those we have been invited to. They usually turn into orgies later in the evening. We have always left early before things got too out of hand and went on to other parties. Not this year. Of course I didn't tell Liz my plans for our Halloween. We got our Halloween costumes a few weeks before Halloween. I laughed to myself at Liz's efforts to get the right costume. She spent days deciding on which costume to wear. She had it narrowed down to a sexy version of the Catwoman, or a Cleopatra costume that was very diaphanous so that with the nude colored bra and panties, she would appear to be almost naked. She finally decided on the sexy Catwoman costume. She didn't know what I knew. That wasn't the costume she would be wearing to the party on Halloween. I had something else in mind for her. On the afternoon' of Halloween, about the time we would usually start getting ready, Liz was in the bedroom and just starting to take off her clothes to change. She had just taken off her shirt when I walked up to her and grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. I kept at it until she pushed me away. "Frank, we don't have time for that. We need to get ready for the party." I grabbed Liz, spun her around, pulled the handcuffs from my back pocket and quickly cuffed her before she knew what I was doing. "Frank! Take these off. We don't have time for this. We need to get ready to go to the party!" "Liz, darling, there has been a slight change in plans. We are going to the party, but you are not wearing the costume you bought. Oh no, I have a much better costume in mind. So be a good girl and be cooperative." "Frank, take these cuffs off now!" "Well if you won't cooperate I will just have to make you." I got a small ball gag and forced it into her mouth. It was probably going to be in for a while so I chose a small one so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable for her. She was still making a lot of noise, but it was unintelligible. "That's still too noisy." So I put some tape across her mouth. "Much better." "Now time to get ready for the party. You need some prep first." I undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. Then I did the same with her panties. "So helpless. Don't you wish your friends could see you like this? Helpless and exposed. On display and not able to do anything about it. Doesn't just the thought of it make you hot?" I continued talking to her along these lines for a couple of minutes. Her breathing changed and she blushed and her pussy started to moisten. I could smell the fragrance. I guided her backwards to the bed and pushed her so she fell onto the bed on her back. I then took off her shoes and socks and then the jeans and panties. I then tied her ankles to the bed so that her legs were spread wide. She was a pretty picture lying across the bed naked except for her black bra and the gag and tape across her mouth. "I wonder what your friends would think if they could see you so wide open and on display like that?" "Back in a moment. Gotta get some equipment to do your party prep." I went into the bathroom and returned with my beard trimmer. It is sorta like a barbers clippers, but not as big and battery operated. Battery operation makes it so much more handy. No cords to get in the way as you work. Looking at Liz's pussy, I could see it was red and puffy and she was now very wet. Glad that the beard trimmer works wet or dry. "Liz, hold still. I am going to do the first stage of this part of your prep." I then proceeded to trim her bushy pubic hair. Though Liz has a very luxurious black pubic hair, she has very little along her outer labia. I quickly trimmed away the little hair along her labia. I then trimmed her bush down to a large V. I think it is much sexier than trimming it to an arrow pointing down or other cliché like a heart or a simple landing strip. I mean it calls attention and draws the eye downward without being too blatant. The beard trimmer did a good job. But it is designed to trim a beard. At it's closest setting, it still leaves far too much hair. Now the sideburn trimmer on it does get closer, but is too small. So I went back to the bathroom and brought out a pan of heated water, a can of shaving cream and my razor. "Too bad we don't have whipped cream. It would be fun to lick off." Liz looked daggers at me as she tried to shout through her gag. "Liz, just let me finish up. I know you'll like it. Besides it isn't permanent. It'll grow back quickly. Now do hold still. I wouldn't want you to move and cause me to knick you down here." Liz realized her situation and held still. "Good girl. This will only take a few minutes." As I ran my hands over her now smoothly trimmed pubic area, Liz began to moan. I ignored her and went to put away the shaving equipment. I came back with some lotion and rubbed it into the freshly shaven areas. Liz was really moaning now and squirming around on the bed. I stopped when the lotion was absorbed. Liz was by now quite excited and when I stopped she tried to scream out and get me to finish bringing her off. No way. I put a pair of white slipper shoes on her feet. I sat her up and then gathered her hair back into a pony tail. A style that she never wears. I kind of like it but she doesn't care for it. Her hair normally is worn down and comes to just a few inches below her shoulders. It made a glorious pony tail. I then lay her back down on the bed while I got into my costume. I had a Zorro costume. I thought I looked good in it. I like those big swirly capes, so dramatic. More importantly Zorro is masked. I came over and sat Liz up. I untied her legs, then I turned her to the side of the bed and got her standing up. She was still angry at me and looking daggers. I removed her bra, leaving her totally naked. "It's almost time to go to the party. Now that you're prepped, I need to get you into your costume. Then we can go." I went over to the closet and pulled down a large box and set it on the bed. I pulled the cover off and took out a large white feathered mask. "How do you like your costume?" Liz's eyes went wide and she began to shake her head no as she realized that I intended to take her to the party nude! "Liz, being caught naked in public has always been one of your fantasies. I am not sure why, but it is. And I am not complaining since it leads to the hottest sex." "So tonight you're going to live out your fantasy!" "Don't worry, I'll be by your side to keep you safe. The mask will hide your identity so this won't spill into our regular lives." "Halloween is the perfect time to do this and you won't get another chance until next year." "Can you keep your voice down to a conversational level? If so, I will take off the tape and remove the ball gag. If not, you can go like that." Liz nodded yes. So I took off the tape and took out the ball gag. "You bastard. I can't go to the party like this." "Now, now. I'll put a coat over you and no one will know that you are naked underneath until we get to the party." "No, I mean I can't be like this, Frank!" "Liz, I told you that you can and you'll be safe and I, Zorro, will protect my naked slave girl! Oh almost forgot. I have another piece of clothing for your costume." "Frank, you had me worried there for a moment that you were serious about taking me like this." "Here it is the other piece of clothing to help cover you up." I showed her the slave collar before putting it on her and buckling it up. I put her long large rain coat around her and buttoned it up. Actually buttoned it down since I started at the top. Why do they say button up when we button down from the top? I tucked the ends of the empty sleeves into the pockets so it would be less noticeable that her arms weren't in them. I hugged her and held her as I told her, "I know this is scary for you. But it's been your fantasy for years and this is your chance to act it out. If you don't like it, you don't have to do anything like it again and we can go back to it being just a fantasy. But you may find you like it." "Now are you ready to go live out your fantasy?" "I'm scared as hell, Frank. But I guess so." We went out to the car and I helped her into the passenger seat and buckled her in. I then got in, buckled myself in. The cape was in the way. Perhaps next year a costume with no cape? And we were off. ****** When we got to the party I pulled out a leash and attached it to Liz's slave collar. We went into the party and I unbuttoned Liz's coat. It stayed shut and I turned Liz so she was facing the room before taking the coat off her. The effect was most heartening. The room was stunned by the naked woman with her hands cuffed behind her and just the slave collar and white feathered mask and her pubic hair trimmed into a vee that emphasized her shaved pussy. The noise level dropped as all conversation came to a halt and everyone stared at the gorgeous, striking naked woman. Liz's was certainly the most extreme costume there even though it was the least. Liz stood proudly on display and stared the room down until they went back to what they were doing and the noise level returned to party normal. I said to Liz, "Bravo, that is exhibitionism at its finest." "Thanks, Frank. That was so embarrassing and scariest thing ever and I'm so horny I can't believe it." "Call me Zorro. Don't want to blow your cover. I'll call you slave." "Good point there Zorro. But I don't like slave as a name. Why don't we go with a Spanish sounding name. How about Teresa?" "Come, Teresa, lets party." I led "Teresa" around the party on her leash and we chatted with the other party goers. Of course I had to feed "Teresa" her snacks and treats and hold her drinks so she could sip them from a straw. In between, I took advantage of her being cuffed to caress her with my free hand. She was nervous at first, but as she relaxed, I began to brush the sides of her breasts as I moved my hand up and down her sides and across her belly. As she got used to this, I brought my hand up across her belly and brushed the undersides of her breasts which elicited a sharp intake of breath from her. I then cupped the underside of her breast and lifted it as I caressed it. "Teresa" moaned softly as I cupped her breast. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, giving in to the sensations. Her response brought a smile to the faces of the small group of party goers we were talking with. I then moved my hand up and took her now hardening nipple between my thumb and finger and then rolled it back and forth and pinched it and pulled it out. "Teresa" was now moaning more loudly and thrusting her breast out for more. I continued for a couple of minutes and then stopped. "Zorro! Don't stop!" "I must Teresa, the orgy is not due to start till later." "I'm so hot. I need to come!" "Later Teresa. We must observe protocol and wait until the orgy starts." About half an hour later, "Teresa" was getting fairly relaxed with being naked at the party, so I took off the cuffs. She hugged me. "I love you." "I know." "You are a bastard you know. Springing this on me like that." "Be honest. If I had told you this and asked you, would you have said yes?" "No." "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Yes, very much." I quickly reached down between her legs and ran my hand across her slit. She moaned. I brought my hand up and sniffed before putting it under her nose for her to sniff. "I can tell." "You'll get yours for that." "I'm counting on it. In an hour or so when the orgy begins." "You aren't serious?" "It's your fantasy. In for a penny, in for a pound." "I couldn't really do that with other people really watching." "Yes you will. If you won't do it willingly, I will just have to cuff you again." "God, Frank. You are making me so horny that I'm about to rape you right here, right now!" "Shall we at least move over away from the food before we kick off the orgy early?" "Teresa" grabbed Zorro and took him to a corner and did what she said she would do. The orgy kicked off early. **** Later, in the early morning, when we got home, we talked about the night. "So, from the first kiss to now, what were you feeling and thinking?" "Well, I was annoyed when you started kissing me. I wanted to get ready for the party." "When you cuffed me I got angry and when you wouldn't take them off I got really mad." "I did notice you looking at me with dagger eyes." "Then when you pulled my jeans and panties down I was fuming. Then you pulled that mind game on me and whipped my head around. That got me horny. But you knew it would." "Yep." "Then when you tied my legs open, I felt so exposed like that." "Maybe I'll have to do that again." "And shaving my pubes. That was humiliating, but sexy. I was so wet." "I noticed." "And then when you rubbed my freshly shaven mound and lips the feeling without the hair was fantastic. The lotion was very nice and you got me so close to coming and then you stopped. You left me horny as hell, wanting to come so bad and so close and you stopped. That was torture." "Well we didn't have time. We needed to get to the party. You said so yourself." "You bastard!" "I couldn't believe you were really going to force me to do it. I felt a jumble of emotions. Fear, embarrassment, horny as hell, angry, anticipation all at the same time!" "Worth the feelings?" "Yes, I suppose so when I look back on it now." "When you faced me into the room and whipped off my coat, I was embarrassed as hell and also horny in seconds." "Yes, but you were magnificent as you stood there and stared down the crowd. I was so proud of you." "I had to. I mean what other option was there? Curl up in a ball and die from shame? I do have a good body so I went with it." "Yes you do have a good body and after some sleep, I am going to ravish it again." After I got used to being on display and all the men and women staring at me I relaxed and had a good time. It was even better after you took the cuffs off." "I should have left them on longer so I could enjoy the party longer before you had a chance to drag me off and kick off the orgy." "You don't mean that." "No, I don't." "So I take it that tonight was a success and you enjoyed living out your fantasy. Want to put it back in the box and keep it as a fantasy only?" "Frank, don't you know the expression, 'Think outside the box'?" Well, friends and neighbors, life got a lot more interesting from there. Oh, and in case you are wondering, Liz kept her pubic hair trimmed in that vee for almost a month and while she kept her labia clean shaven, with some enthusiastic help from me, She let the rest of her pubic grow out again. The next time she shaved it into a new shape, well that is another story for later. End Her Halo Rests on Horns Her name was Angel. So misleading in its audible inference to a celestial being. Her lavender eyes were his downfall. Lavender; like the flower. With a speckle of red. Like... the red of the violin shape on a black widow spider's back. Oh, so apropos... ******* She had been sitting at the far end of the bar of the hotel's lounge; sipping on a drink when he first saw her and... those eyes. Besides the bartender himself, they were the only two in the bar at mid afternoon that chilly, but sunny April Thursday, as all the rest of the seminar's attendees were still in the conference center across the avenue. She sat somewhat astride of the plush backed bar stool; her long, shapely legs hosed in sheer stockings and crossed at the knees; a hematite anklet adorning her left ankle. She was dressed in a black business suit; black heels. All business in attire; demeanor. She appeared to be about thirty or so, but the all- business appearance may have tacked on a few as yet unlived years. Her deep red hair was pulled up into a French twist; wisps of the cherry wood color drifting down to either side of her face in faint tendrils. Something that looked like a key hanging from a chain around her long, swan-like neck was the only other jewelry visible. No wedding ring; no rings at all on her red lacquered nails; the hue of red nearly matching the deep mahogany of her hair. She seemed deeply engrossed in some legal binder's content, and he thought she was too into her notes to look up and realize that he was taking mental notes of her. But... the spider was aware. He casually walked up to the bar and sat on the stool two seats away from her; ordered a beer on tap, and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and his silver lighter from his suit pocket. As he lit a cigarette and deeply drew in the first of the nicotine, he glanced toward the lady in black, and caught her now watching him; almost studying him as she had been but moments before studying her notes; her red lips upturned at the corners ever so slightly, and with eyes the color of which he described to himself as "libido lavender". Her eyes; an instant turn on to him, were also an instant hard on to his cock. That had never happened before in all of his thirty two years of bachelor life. But as he felt the erection maximizing, he also sensed something else that had never happened before. He felt definite recoil of his balls; almost as if they were frightened at the sudden reaction of their excited associate. A reaction worth remembering. *** SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY*** "I see you found the seminar's speaker to be very motivating too" Lavender Eyes softly said; a tinge of sarcasm lacing the words. As she brought the last of her drink's content to her full, red lips, she did not take those exotic and erotic eyes off of him. "Yeah, if I found him any more stimulating, I would have fallen asleep in my seat" he replied; matching his tone of sarcasm to hers. "Actually, I think you did," she laughed, as she put her empty glass down. "As I was making my own hasty retreat, I passed someone whose chin was resting on his lapels. I believe that someone was you. Do you suppose the rest of the group have done just that? Fallen asleep, I mean? After all, it's only you and I that are here. Yet, I can't imagine why we are the only two sharing that opinion – and this bar," she remarked; as she glanced around the lounge. She was still holding the binder she had been viewing, but now closed it and put it on the bar to the other side of her. "Well, maybe it's just that neither of us find any real value in the seminar for our own professional needs, and just happen to have realized it quicker than the others" he surmised. "Christ! Those eyes are two wet dreams in the making!" he thought to himself, as he swiveled in his seat to face her; his brown eyes now transfixed onto those which sexual fantasies were made. "Miss, I'll have to go downstairs to get another bottle of Firewater for your drink. It will take me just a few minutes," the bartender explained as he cleared her empty glass from the bar. She nodded in acknowledgement with that same little smile as had been on her lips a few minutes ago. "Firewater, huh? Isn't that stuff lethal? I mean, a couple of bottles of dark Heineken would rock me off this stool; let alone something made with liquid flames!" he laughed; in total astonishment; and with a total erection bouncing in his jockeys like it was on a trampoline. And, like before, his balls continued to tighten; almost cringe; as if forewarned of impending danger. A warning he well should have heeded. Lavender Eyes just continued to smile; shifting slightly in her chair to face him now. And he just continued to talk. "My company paid a heavy chunk of change to send me here to listen to that guy. I didn't need to be here wasting their money - or my time. Instead of being at a worthless seminar for three days, I could have been working on one of our biggest accounts doing what I do best – selling an idea through illustrated presentation. But; no, the big guns at my agency decided that in order to put their best advertising artist on the cutting edge, I should come to this wimped out festival for overnight success hopefuls. What a joke! 'How to Sell Yourself through Innovative Advertising'. I don't need to sell myself – my talents as a commercial artist and the gift for gab sell it all. And to think there is yet one more day to deal with this boring drone! I couldn't even stick it out for the remainder of his presentation today, and obviously - neither could you." He hadn't realized he had blurted so much about himself to this total stranger that had simply begun polite; but impersonal conversation with him. Not until he ground out his cigarette; now burned completely down to its filter. It was then that he realized he had only taken the first initial drag from it. And it was then he felt those eyes, once more, searching him; studying him. "I guess I've just proven to you I wasn't exaggerating when I say I have the gift for gab," he confessed; somewhat apologetically, as the full impact of what, and just how much he babbled, hit him. "And I usually introduce myself before running off at the mouth, but hey; better late than never, right? My name is Doug- Doug Langley. I hail from California; born, raised and will most likely, die there too." He nodded his head once in confirmation with his belated formal introduction. "My name is Angel", the sultry voice behind the red lips announced; also simply nodding her head of burgundy manes toward him. Doug gathered she did not wish to offer her last name, and didn't think too much about it. She smiled that same; almost spellbinding smile as she had done twice before, and then continued her self introduction. "I am here for the seminar, but chose to do so all of my very own accord" she began, as an afterthought of that little confession made both of them chuckle. "I am a freelance photographer and my business takes me to many places; for many clients and for many reasons. I live in Boston, but was actually born and schooled here in Chicago. I am not staying here in the hotel as are the rest of the people from the seminar, but at a friend's home on the outskirts of the city. She and her husband are in Spain for a month, and it conveniently coincided with both my registering for the seminar and working on a photo assignment for a new client. So, I house sit and get to use her car in exchange. Everything fell into place nice and neatly." While Angel was telling him a little about her career and about her temporary living arrangements, Doug was telling himself that there was something behind the words; behind the full red lips and smile; behind the libido lavender eyes that she wasn't revealing. But then, why would he feel she was hiding something? After all, they were merely going through perfunctory introductions. He had neither reason nor right to feel she was concealing anything. He was more than interested; he was very intrigued and yes; very aroused by his new acquaintance. And although he didn't make it a habit to pick up a woman in a bar, this seemed different – she seemed different. He realized he had met her less than thirty minutes before, yet he found himself, strangely and uncontrollably, moving in very quickly on this mesmerizing vision; drawn to her much like a moth is to a flame. Like a fly to a spider's web. It was amazing to him that he didn't remember seeing this intoxicating woman in the seminar that day, but then again, the conference room was packed. And he had all to do to keep his eyes open when he fell out of interest {well, maybe he did nod off after all, as she said}; so he conceded it wouldn't have been too hard to have overlooked her. But now she was definitely noticed; very visible; sitting just two seats away from him; so close he could feel the inebriating sensuality emitting from her every pore. "And thinking about amazed and hard... I'm amazed that my cock- as hard as it is- hasn't torn through the fly on these pants and taken a dive under her skirt! I wonder if she's the type that wears thongs... or maybe crotchless panties... or maybe... nothing at all beneath a black lace garter b... " The bartender's return with the bottle of Firewater interrupted his undergarment guessing game fantasy and Doug's attention, for the first time since he walked into the hotel's lounge, was distracted from this seductive woman dressed in black {and maybe; just maybe, wearing a black lace garter belt, too} that called herself Angel. He lit another cigarette; intently watching the bartender concoct the potion; an infusion of Firewater, Tabasco, peppermint schnapps, and heaven only knows what else thrown in for good measure. Heaven only knows? That cliché, in retrospect, would be a bad joke by the night's end. ***THE LURE*** "The drink our bartender, Carl, is creating for me is called a "Fireball". I would like it for just the name; if for nothing else. I like things that are out of the ordinary; fiery in connotation; element." She explained this all to Doug, as they both watched the seemingly combustible ingredients being stirred in the shimmering, wide mouthed glass. He watched as Carl added a martini olive pick inverted – with a sliver of lime on the wrong end which, in its reverse, looked just like a devil's pitchfork. Nice touch. Subliminal; yet impressive. And as Carl, the bartender, presented Angel, the freelance photographer, his mixology masterpiece, she turned to Doug; slowly raising her glass with one hand to those full red lips, and leaning over the bar stool that stood between them with the other hand, said in a low, lusty breath, "There is nothing I love more than something that starts out hot - and then only gets hotter... and hotter... and... hotter" Doug's cock nearly ruptured in his suit pants, as she licked the rim of the glass all the way around its edge with her tongue; a tongue that took on the appearance of a cobra dancing to a snake charmer's melodic chant. Then suddenly... she stopped; smiling that should be copyrighted smile; those lavender eyes still piercing his own; as she slid back and upright in her own seat again and took a sip of the liquid fire through her equally fiery lips. Doug; his eyes now soldered to her inviting mouth, and his ears still echoing with the obviously seductive innuendo, was so enraptured with what his two senses of sight and hearing were experiencing, that he didn't realize another of his senses was crying out for attention. His sense of danger. He broke sexual eye contact with her just out of self preservation {and embarrassment; as his cock was a leaky faucet at this point} and ordered a second beer to quench his other thirst. Unlike his cockhead, his mouth was dry; so dry that he licked his lips with a tongue that was as equally devoid of moisture; dragging it across them as a frightened child is dragged into the doctor's office for a shot. He watched his second unsmoked cigarette burn down in the ashtray; the thin ribbon of grey film wafting upwards in wriggling and writhing movements. He imagined Angel as the smoke; curling in a voluptuous lapdance before him; then dissipating between his legs in an invisible; but very much felt; surreal blow job. The hot faucet began dripping again. "So, Doug... " his sensual fantasies just broken by his current fantasy's voice, "What do you plan to do with yourself this evening? The do- or -die crowd will be returning from today's session soon, and I have steaks and salad makings at the house; more than enough for two. Why don't we share the meal – and the evening together? Then, I will drop you off later tonight, so you can get a good night's sleep before getting a good day's siesta at the conclusion of the seminar tomorrow" she laughed, now sliding her entire self onto the empty barstool between them. That seductive smile – and those erotic eyes – fell upon him once more. He thought he had overlapped his fantasy right onto the reality of the moment. But, the deliriously erotic thoughts were real; not imagined. Angel was actually sitting on the stool next to him, looking into his face with those incredible irises awaiting an answer. "Whoa, steady there, boy! He warned his cock to himself, "It looks like you may get your chance to be ridden tonight. But you've got to stay corralled for a little while longer at least". Doug gulped half the glass of beer down as he gave his silent instructions to the rearing stallion in his pants and before he felt he could muster up a nonchalant response. "I'm ready whenever you are" he finally said; forcing his tone to sound casual. "And if you're willing to stop at a liquor store on the way over to your friend's house, I'll pick up something for us to drink at dinner." "That won't be necessary," she said, as she polished off her own drink and then reached over to get her binder and purse. "The house's bar is well stocked, and the fridge even has the brand beer you're drinking in it. All that is needed there to make the perfect night is you and me." And with that last suggestive and hopeful remark; they both got up and left the hotel's bar. ******* The traffic was still minimal at that time of day, and they were fortunate to be ahead of the usual mass exodus of workers as they left the city limits behind them. They spoke little at first; as Doug was feeling a little lightheaded from the second guzzled beer and was fantasizing, once again, about what tasty things - besides dinner - may lay ahead of them tonight. It was Angel that broke the silence; as she had done initially in the bar. "Doug, I couldn't help but notice that you are wearing a very unusual tie. Is that a constellation printed on it? The constellation of Orion, I think? I have never seen anything like it before, but noticed it the moment you sat down at the bar. Any meaning behind it for you?" "Oh, thanks, it's a new tie; first time I've worn it, actually. And yes; it is unusual because I have one weakness of fashion that I indulge myself. And it happens to be ties. Unusual, made to order; one –of- a - kind ties. I picked this one up from the designer right before heading to the airport to come here. Some men have themselves tattooed. I like to express myself through something a little more changeable – and a lot less painful," he explained, as he looked down at the topic of conversation adorning his shirt and continued. "You're right; it is a constellation of Orion; the giant hunter from Greek mythology. And the reason I chose to have it custom made for me is that the three stars that compose the belt represent strength, courage, and adeptness to me. And those three qualities are what, I believe, made me my agency's top man in my field. Strength as in, 'undaunted determination'; courage as in, 'to try anything once', and adeptness; as in, 'proficiency and expertise', and that last quality – adeptness - always follows the natural order if I have the other two. The sword symbolizes to me the willingness to attack and conquer any goal that I seek to achieve." "A very fascinating concept, Doug, very fascinating. Although... " she trailed off; seemingly deep in thought over his beliefs of what the tie represented. He looked up from the silk topic of discussion thinking she may not have quite grasped his meaning, and was about to explain further, but found they were just turning into a long, tree lined driveway. Doug realized they had reached their destination, and his attention was diverted momentarily from the subject at hand. As they entered the foot of the driveway, Angel abruptly stopped the car; startling Doug, as she turned to him; eyes boring into his and challenging, "You say one of those stars on Orion's belt represents courage; 'as in, to try anything once', right? Are you really willing to try anything once, Doug? Can your strength; your undaunted determination as you say, drive you to try something new; something that demands blind faith?" This sound in her voice was still alluring; yet with frightening undertones, and was one Doug had not yet before heard today. And he wasn't sure where this line of conversation was heading. "What do you mean, exactly? 'Something that demands blind faith'? I've already told you that I'll try anything once – and it's because I have blind faith in myself. Completely. Why? Do you have something new in mind; never before tried; like - to make for dinner?" He joked to lighten the underlying drama of the current barrage of questions, but was leveled again to the chilling seriousness of them when she replied, "No, nothing new in mind for dinner. Sometimes though, I like to have dessert and an after dinner drink. While sex is always a great dessert - blind faith in oneself sounds like a great new nightcap." This time, the upturned corners of her mouth belied an almost evil smile. And a deeper hue of lavender and those now prominent red flashes made her eyes overcast; stormy. He was witnessing both ominous transitions now, but... there would be yet another menacing; more sinister personality emerging soon. Another type angel. A Dark Angel. Doug sat frozen in his seat as Angel depressed the accelerator again and continued up the long, trellis-like appearance of the driveway. His cock was pulsing hard in its confinement, but his balls joined the rest of Doug in their fearful withdrawal. They both rode in utter silence. *** THE INVITATION *** When they reached the house, Doug was surprised to see a sprawling hacienda style ranch before him. The long driveway had curved; leading them on the right side of the driveway to the front portico and where a circle of high foliage to the left of them obscured the house from the street entirely. He realized the home he was invited to by this mysterious creature seemed as mysterious as she; very secluded, in spite of the fact it was barely on the outskirts of the city. The large piece of property it sat on lent to Doug the feeling he was on an island; that he was hidden and away from all human contact - hidden and away from all - except Angel. They alighted from the car, and entered the heavy, rough hewn wood double doors. The interior also carried the strong Spanish influence. Heavy, carved wood furniture in deep, rich stains with wrought iron fittings accented many of the pieces in the vast entry foyer. All stood upon earthen hued terra cotta tiles that spanned throughout. Stucco walls were enhanced by sconces and Moorish influenced artwork and tapestries also adorned the walls. Pottery was in prominent display in niches that formed little caves in the walls, as the Aztec accents of Mexico also were noticed intertwined. The bold and dramatic décor was evident throughout the home as the owners' obvious preference. Doug found it to be well appointed in these apparent authentic designs and tastefully done. Her Halo Rests on Horns His uneasiness from just a few minutes ago diminished as Angel, presently the gracious hostess, showed him through the house in a cursory guided tour; dwelling a bit longer in the master bedroom while she unpinned her hair allowing it to free fall upon her shoulders. While there, Doug couldn't help but notice a very imposing wood burning fireplace that was ready and waiting for nothing more than a matchstick. The stucco and stone structure occupied the entire length of one wall; the curved opening a yawning black brick orifice whose curved fire screen gave Doug the immediate impression of a black mesh spider web. 'That little detail alone must have cost her friends a fortune to have built', he thought, as his eyes now continued surveying the rest of the room. A very massive black wrought iron filigreed bed stood across from, and faced, the fireplace expanse. Deep green velvet drapes pulled to either side of the wall behind the tall, iron headboard gave a frame like illusion to the nine arm Spanish sconce directly above the bed. Like the rest of the house, it was well appointed, but this master suite drew its own marked distinction of a dramatic; yet romantic room to Angel's guest. The most impressive detail was the ceiling. Within the concaved center of the ten foot ceiling was a carved shield- shaped medallion; most likely a family crest; with the letter "Z" spanning from the center and extending out on all four sides of the ornately carved crest. It was the most striking detail of the house; without a doubt. Doug found himself talking to Angel while looking skyward from the moment he noticed it until they left the room. They finally came full circle in the house tour, as Doug now found himself in the kitchen where Angel offered him a beer; poured herself a glass of burgundy wine, and set about preparing dinner. The conversation through the meal preparation was much ado about nothing; as Doug's attention was primarily focused on Angel herself. As she went about the kitchen completing the tasks at hand, Doug's mind was drifting to his new updated fantasy: 'I wonder what it would be like to fuck her silly in that huge iron bed? Or on the floor doggie style in front of that awesome fireplace?' He nodded at her in mute agreement to something she had just said as he polished off his first bottle of beer, and was promptly handed another one. 'God, she has a hot ass! Everything about her is hot! I'd like to be licking those long, to- the- sky- thighs right about now and slowly tongue my way up to... ' "Doug, are you ok? Your mind seems to be a million miles away. Maybe it's on the constellation of Orion?" She remarked; again with that touch of sarcasm that began their original conversation in the bar. She handed him the plates and silverware to set the table, and turned to check on the steaks in the grill. "Oh, no; sorry. I was just thinking about tomorrow's wasted day at the conclusion of the seminar" he lied, as he arranged the place settings for the two of them and, taking his lighter out of his pocket, lit the candles that were already on the solid, dark oak table. "Let's not think about what tomorrow will have in store for us when we still have the remainder of tonight to fantasize and live out" she said; the same smile returning to her lips that had bewitched him from the start. The lavender eyes looked into his as if she had really looked behind them; into his thoughts and actually read what he was thinking just then. "But right now, dinner is officially ready, and we should enjoy that first" she announced, as she brought the steaks over on a platter to the table. 'We may get to see up close and personal that iron bed after all,' Doug thought, as he returned the smile and pulled out her chair for her to sit down. His cock had become fully excited again, and jumped for joy in the anticipation of what; now fairly certain, lay ahead of him tonight. However, his balls, once more, did not share in the excitement. The impromptu meal was delicious; as Angel seemed to not only have beauty, brains and sex appeal, but culinary talents as well. As they both sat eating and exchanging small talk, Doug had two more beers and was getting a major buzz in spite of ingesting the food before him. Angel, on the other hand, had been sipping from her glass of wine that she had poured when she first began fixing dinner, and seemed quite satisfied with drinking no more. The conversation shifted to free time activities and Doug; well on his way to getting drunk, decided to take a stab at impressing Angel with his physical attributes. "I have been going to the corporate gym faithfully for well over a year now. This is one reason why I know I have the outer; as well as the inner strength and stamina to achieve what I do. I run the entire gamut of machines and weights with no trouble, and even have fallen into the vain trap of projecting an image of a bodybuilder." "Projecting an image of a bodybuilder?" Angel repeated back. Doug, now grinning from ear to ear waiting for Angel to ask just that, boastfully replied, "I shave myself from nose to nads and after a workout and shower; I oil myself down like a well maintained machine. Even though I can drink a six pack, my abs are a six pack. Not that I'm bragging. It's just a fact." Angel sat there looking Doug up and down with no other expression on her face to indicate to him what was running through her mind. A few moments later, she rose from her chair and walked around the side of the table; slow and deliberate in her approach until she was alongside of the still seated Doug. His eyes traveled in moves with her moves toward him, and when she reached down to pull him up from his chair solely with his tie, Doug felt his cock swell as suddenly as a balloon being inflated with helium. He found himself looking directly into her eyes, and with her 3" heels still on, Doug realized she was as tall as he; about six foot one; another desirable surprise physical attraction to him. Those lavender eyes looking directly into his had deepened to a shade of purple; two purple passions that set him swaying gently side to side; entranced, as his arms reached out to pull her toward him. She held fast to his tie, as she beat him to the punch and jerked him forward; placing demanding and hungry lips onto his, and sucking his tongue into her mouth as if it belonged there with hers all along. He moaned softly into her mouth, the sound echoing within it; as his cock continued to throb violently; pleading in its own muscular way for release from its keeper. While their tongues dueled in provocative thrusts within her mouth, Doug felt Angel's hands unbuttoning his shirt, and slipping underneath his tee; all her fingernails gently strode across his chest and lightly caressed; then pinched his nipples. At the same time, his arms reached around her slender waist and dropped to her tight ass cheeks; pulling her lower torso to meet with his pounding member for its own type of thrusting duel. Suddenly, Angel broke their oral foreplay and stood back; smiling that smile; licking those lips as she had licked the rim of her glass at the bar. With her eyes welded to his, she began to loosen his tie and slip the shirt off of his sinewy shoulders. Doug went to aid her in removing the tie, and she at once stopped him; saying in a take control manner, "I like a tie on an otherwise naked man. It stays - the rest goes. Take off your shoes and socks, and just stand here for me to strip you. " Doug's cock was a pogo stick in ecstatic action, as she slipped his tee shirt off and then gently raked her fingernails down, down, and further down his muscled, shaven chest and his taut, hairless abdomen. She continued her sensual descent down to his belt; unbuckling it and unzipping his pants without so much as grazing his bouncing manhood that was anxiously awaiting release from its cloth cage. She continued with determination to expose his avid attributes without actually making physical contact; as his pants and underwear fell to the floor under her digital direction. Doug now basked in his semi numb and totally nude state as he stood before her in confident exhibition. Angel devoured his body with erotically hungry eyes; as Doug, under the mellowing influence of too much beer in too short a time span, was watching her reaction to what she just unveiled. He had no inhibitions; sensed no bad vibes; no bad karma, and due to the rather large quantity of alcohol consumed, he too was feeling no pain. He was feeling no pain... yet *** THE FLY ACCEPTS *** "You certainly live up to your physical self appraisal, Doug." She exclaimed; seemingly quite impressed as she stepped back once again to get a clearer overall view of the man she'd just stripped down to all but his tie. "And now it's your turn to show me what I've been trying to imagine is under that skirt you're wearing", Doug brazenly countered; slightly slurring his words. Angel; her eyes tracking the eye movement of her lusting beholder; began to remove her business suit in languid fashion; teasing and tickling his excitement of what lay beneath the business facade. She stepped out of the jacket and skirt and kicked them aside in one motion of her high heel. "Mmmmmm, I never would have dreamed it was that hot! Mmm; never! Better than I ever would have dreamed." he confessed between appreciative moans. He instinctively began stroking his continuously bobbing shaft; as his eyes remained transfixed to the vision before him. Beneath the black business jacket and skirt, Angel had been wearing something black, alright. But it had not been lacey; nor was it a garter belt, or even a pair of crotchless panties or thongs. It was a black satin corset; tight; revealing in nature; almost decadent in design with red satin laces crisscrossing up the middle. Strapless; it pushed up her ample breasts to provide cleavage that was mouth watering. And the key dangling from the neck chain she was wearing fell right down between her delectable mounds as he watched it bury itself as if it were playing a child's game of hide and seek. This ornate silver key would be brought out of hiding later tonight. Though not for a child's game, but as an opponent for an adult game; a power game. And it would win the game... against Doug. Angel's smile broadened just a bit, as she began walking backwards out of the kitchen with Doug in tow by his sole piece of clothing – the tie. He allowed himself to be led all too willingly through the large entry foyer; through the livingroom; the study; to the other side of the house he had previously viewed in his grand tour. His cock bounced over and over against his groin; as if clapping in earnest applause for its own imminent success. As they entered the master bedroom, he remembered seeing a bathroom door to the right, and his kidneys reminded him they were in need of immediate attention. He had the equivalent of about six bottles of beer to eliminate out of his system, and told Angel he needed a short break now in order to not be interrupted later. "You go that way, and I'll go start a fire to set the background mood," she seductively said; tilting her head in the direction of the master bathroom. Angel dropped his tie against his chest, blew him a kiss, and turned to walk across the expansive room as Doug stood there a moment longer to watch. The French cut legs on the corset did much to enhance the back view of her as well as it did the front. Doug was still grinning as he entered the bathroom; still smiling as he put up the seat to pee. As he stood in front of the toilet emptying what seemed like a gallon of brew through his cock, he glanced about the room out of simple boredom while waiting for his bladder to empty. Like the rest of the house, it was primarily Spanish influenced and the appointments, right down to the monogrammed guest towels, were coordinated to theme and color. Even without his eyes focusing clearly, and even with his mind still fuzzy because of his excessive imbibing, he still noted the initials; "AZA" on the designer towels, as he dried his hands on one of them, and staggered out toward the wrought iron bed, the fire now blazing in the massive fireplace, and... toward the devilishly decadent satin clad woman that called herself Angel. She was standing in front of the fireplace facing him; the glow from the flames surrounding her deep red hair in the darkness like a halo of smoldering embers. She seemed an extension of the fire; a three dimensional inferno all wrapped up in high heels and a black corset. But... something was slightly different; something was added to her appearance that wasn't there before. She was holding something in each hand down at her sides. As he crossed the room toward her, the objects hanging from each hand became distinguishable. They were ties – men's silk ties. "I also have a passion for men's ties, Doug. Some may even call it a fetish" she began, as she brought both her hands - and ties – straight out in front of her as if in an offering to him. "Have you ever been tied up before; helpless; all while fucking, Doug? If not, then here's your chance to prove your Orion theory to yourself again- and to me. Are you up for it?" The reflection of the flames licking the shiny black fabric of her corset intensified the mystery; somehow, to the challenge just presented. "I'm game. And I'm more than 'up' for it," he confidently responded glancing down at his lunging cock that strained to reach the dessert being served up in black satin directly in front of him. 'I'm up for any game that gets me into your pussy, tonight, doll,' he thought to himself as he and his cock stood at full attention. With understood, but with unspoken words, Angel began tying Doug's wrists together as they stood before the fire; the one tied expertly and successfully; securing his hands together. The second tie she looped and weaved somehow through the first; leaving the silk ends of tie fabric cascading onto Doug's hard cock; now appearing as a horizontal flagpole with the silk streamers of the tie hanging from either side of it. She did all this without once looking down at her binding efforts; as Doug now realized, with excited but nervous fascination, that his hands were wrapped in an immoveable, prayer-like position; almost as if in preparation for a sacrificial ceremony. "You're almost ready" Angel said in a solemn voice; the first words spoken since the bondage began. She now took both ends of the one tie into her hand, and led Doug to the bed. Even in his half drunken stupor, Doug began to sense the first signs of his mistake. He likened himself to a sheep being led to slaughter. "Lie down on your back and raise your hands above your head" Angel instructed, as she straddled his chest to knot the tie's ends to the scrollwork of the iron headboard. Doug felt the heat of her pussy through the corset as he stretched out in compliance; wondering what it would feel like if she slid down to his anxious throbbing member where it would then bury itself full within her hot, wet sex. His cock jumped as if through hoops at his new erotic thoughts. "There now. That will work. It wasn't so bad, was it?" she teased, as she leaned into his face and began to nibble and nip his lips; once again jutting her tongue into his mouth in search of a mate. All the while she rubbed her body up and down his; leaning into Doug's pectoral muscles with her firm, delectable tits, as she put her body into reverse and caught his erection between her ass cheeks; dragging his meat between her folds and against her clit. She stroked his tie as if stroking his cock; up and down; up and down; the hand movements slow and with obvious insinuation. He felt the cloth covering the snaps of the corset as she glided over his yearning; the sensuous material being the only barrier between his now dripping passion and hers. She continued this see-saw effect; down onto his chest with her hard and erect nipples; making contact with all four as if magnets irresistibly locked, and then raising herself up slightly to drop her pussy onto his aching- to- fuck hardness. Over and over she teased his cock in this manner; the deliberate taunting making his body silently scream for more; much, much more. But... it would be the last of the silent screaming done this night. As if she heard his soundless pleading, she unsnapped the crotch of her corset and ascending slightly; slipping down his torso for their sexes to rendezvous; wet flesh upon wet flesh. Doug felt the tug at the back of his neck, as Angel wrapped the Orion tie around her hand once; clenching it as if it were the reins of a bronco ready to be released from its shoot gate at a rodeo. With a firm grip of the silk within her hand, she mounted Doug's rod and began to ride it; driving his cock deep inside her slippery channel. "Ohhhhhh, yeaaaaah!", he moaned aloud; as the sultry lady of satin now began jackhammering onto his cock; with quick, deep, and deliberate thrusts. He raised his knees up against her back for resistance; as she braced and dropped; braced and dropped onto his pole. The moans grew louder as Doug's cream began its rapid journey from the root of his cock up into his shaft. He lifted his lower torso again with his knees bent and feet planted, and thrust upward to meet with her every fall, as the rise of his cum increased steadily. His powerful leg muscles served him well as Angel bounced high from his ceiling bound thrusts, and came down onto his vertical cock like a ring landing dead center onto the stake in a game of ringtoss. He was teetering on the edge of cumming when... Suddenly, she dismounted him, and slid herself down between his legs; encircling his glistening shaft with her fingers as she settled her cherry maned head into the vee of his groin. He raised his head slightly from the pillow to see the black clad beauty's tongue painting his cockhead; dipping into the slit at the tip and twirling it as if it were a baton, and then spinning it all around the base of his pulsing head. He watched his cock disappear between her lips as Angel deep throated him; her hot and moist mouth a sauna for the entire muscled organ that filled it. Doug felt his cream rise at warp speed once more as his cock glided back and forth over her wanton tongue again and again and again; the texture of her tongue's surface a French tickler to the underside of his cock. The escape route for his seed sucked it so near to its freedom, but then, without notice; without warning; Angel sealed the erotic passageway by withdrawing her mouth from Doug's shaking-to-cum cock. He had been so close; closer yet than before; so into the moment of collapsing the floodgates with his load; that he didn't realize for several seconds that she was... gone. ******* Angel had abruptly, but quietly, slid off to the side of the bed leaving Doug still in too close, but not close enough to cumming shock. His ongoing frustration was apparent in his short, gaspy breaths and writhing motions. Silently, Angel walked over to a tall armoire in the far corner of the room. She turned around and smiled that smile that he remembered from before; the one he saw -and felt- as evil. Doug dropped his legs down straight on the bed, and lifting his head as far as he could with his arms slung over it the way they were; strained to see what she deemed so necessary that it should take top priority in the middle of their fuckfest. The second signs of trepidation coursed through his system, as in the same instance, Angel opened the large chiffarobe doors to reveal a slide out metal rod filled with men's ties. In front of the men's ties hung something quite the opposite of the lightweight fabrics lined up like colorful silk soldiers. Something hard; metal; heavy - something foreboding stood at the head of the marchers in this inanimate parade. Her Halo Rests on Horns Angel's urgent requirement became eerily apparent to Doug now, as she took these objects from the rod and turned and strolled back toward him; swinging them at her side from her hand. The smile was still on her lips as she approached the foot of the bed; those lavender eyes now welded to his. She drew closer; as the fire's light cast apparitions of shadow voyeurs around her; a ghostly audience for what was about to take place. Doug began to squirm and draw his legs slowly up in a guarded reaction as she slung the heavy metal objects over the footboard and onto the base of the bed. They were shackles. Iron manacles. And they were required for him. "If you restrain my feet to the footboard, I won't be able to move much at all" he stated; a definite inflection of growing apprehension threading his voice. "Now, Doug, didn't you say a short time ago you were game and up for trying anything once?" She was leaning over the ornate metal footboard now; reaching for his legs and pulling them toward her as she continued. "You said, and I quote: 'courage, as in 'to try anything once'. That, I think, is an accurate proclamation of your beliefs; wouldn't you say?" She pointed to the tie of Orion that still lay tied on his bare chest. She then began pinning each of Doug's ankles within the leather cuffs of the shackles; spreading each leg as far apart as possible. He, for some inexplicable reason, remained still. 'Maybe she wants to see me sweat this out a little; maybe it's a part of the game to see if I'll break. Well, I can play along. After all, no real harm has been done. I would look the real asshole if I started to complain now.' He smiled and nodded in pseudo confident agreement as he allowed the dominant surge from this woman he thought he had picked up in the bar to fetter him; as the grim click! of the second cuff resounded; embracing his ankle. He had, at this precise moment... been rendered completely helpless. This was his biggest mistake of all. Angel walked around to the other side of the bed when she had completed her latest bondage feat. She never took her eyes off his; the wicked smile never faded; as she reached into one of the niches in the wall, and pulled out a barbeque lighter. With one snap of the button, it ignited and shot out a flame that illuminated the red flecks in her lavender eyes; like tiny flames dancing in possessed and frenzied abandon. She stood on the bed; stepping over Doug's restrained arms, as she lit the nine candles on the massive wall sconce behind him. "Why don't you drop yourself right down on my face, and let me show you what my tongue can do since its about the only thing you don't have cuffed, tied, or chained down", he remarked with a half, and somewhat nervous laugh; as he craned his neck backward to see the expression on the face hovering above his head. Only deafening silence followed his feeble attempt at lifting the heavy climate between them. Angel continued to light the candles; as if in memoriam; as if a shroud of impending doom was falling. Doug felt this, too, as he now made every effort to control his mounting fear. "Now, Dougie," she began as she finished lighting the ninth candle and stepped over to the same side of the bed again as where she started. "Don't tell me you already want to disclaim the 'courage as in, try anything once' motto? I'll be disappointed in you; extremely disappointed in you if you were to back out now. We haven't even begun our 'try anything once' night! If it makes you feel any better; any more relaxed, Dougie, I can honestly tell you that I have never shared this type of experience with anyone else before. You are the very first... to share in... this" That last emphasized word sent chills down Doug's spine as if each vertebra had been plunged into ice water. And why was she suddenly calling him "Dougie"? The tone in her voice reeked mockery; as if she was humoring a child to offset a temper tantrum. It almost pissed him off as much as her deliberate lure of him to this isolated place solely for the intention of using him as a chattel plaything; a tied fuck toy; 'a fucking test model slave to get this twisted power bitch off!' he heard his inner voice yell within himself. But all the anger in the world; all the physical strength he had; all the gift for gab – all of it – was not going to do a damn bit of good or get him any nearer to being released before the Devil's partner in crime decided she was bored with this sick game, and decide to let him go. While his mind was fighting to rationalize all of this, Angel returned to the armoire and opened up the large, deep drawer at its base, and brought out the next surprise for her guest. Angel was full of surprises tonight. Some dark; some sinister, and some... painful. *** WHAT A TANGLED WEB SHE WEAVES *** He remembered her telling him at the bar about her career. She was a freelance photographer, and that she also was here, not only for the seminar, but also because she was working for a new client while staying at her friend's house. 'What a fucked up situation this is! And if I didn't get pushed by the big shots into coming to Chicago for this shit symposium, I wouldn't have met this devil in disguise – and I wouldn't be laying here like a roped calf struggling to be set free. Look at her! She sure takes a lot of liberties by going through her friends' drawers and closets, and helping herself to the husband's ties. And then using their bed for her sex kinks! She's got some set of balls on her!" He lifted his head once again to focus on the corseted nightcreature at the far end of the room. She had removed several pieces of camera equipment from the armoire's drawer; lights; tri-pods, and was now commencing to set up a camera at the foot of the bed, and another at an angle from the side. He was getting a very bad feeling about this, as he watched her; completely at a hostage disadvantage. His ill feelings about this next development spilled out of his mouth as he heard himself say, "So what are you really, Angel? A freelance photographer... or an amateur porno film producer? Do you also star in all your fuck flicks? Or perhaps this movie is going to be made for your own personal enjoyment? Maybe to share with the perverted black sheep at the next family reunion? I like to fuck with no onlookers; present or future! I want out of this, and out of this NOW, dammit! This has nothing to do with 'trying anything once' – this has to do with luring someone into a trap; into a fucking web! Well, this fly's wings aren't going to be pulled off without a fight!" Tidal waves of fear and rage swept over him now as he thrashed to and fro on the bed; attempting to wriggle out of the ties that steadfastly imprisoned his hands. He knew trying to escape the pinions binding his legs would be fruitless, but he tried nevertheless with every means and to all ends. His struggle was undeniably in vain. "Doug, calm down! You're taking this way too seriously, and, quite honestly, I'm afraid, your attempts at escaping are to no avail," she admitted, in her own alter angelic way," You said you were courageous; that you would try anything once, and I'm merely taking you at your word. As for the pictures I'm going to take; they are not for a porno movie - far from it. Why don't you pretend the cameras are not even in here, and just go with the flow of what I have planned for us - ok? Now, if you'll just bear with me, and give me a few minutes to set this all up properly, I'll get the rest of the props ready for our use, and then I will join you in bed – and your amount of faith in your Orion's theory will then have my undivided attention." "What props?!? Angel, this is getting too crazy for me; for both of us. Let me loose, and we'll just call it a night, and I'll grab a cab back to the hotel. And we can just forget any of this ever happened, alright? We can even meet at the bar for a few drinks after the seminar wraps up tomorrow, and say our farewells from there. You know, before I catch my plane back to California." Angel never answered him; just smiled that wicked smile as she went about angling the tri-pods and cameras, and adjusting the lights. She knew her profession; it was evident in her precise moves and calculations as she replaced and focused different lenses on the cameras until satisfied. Although the messages he had been getting since the first time he saw her hadn't affected his ever hard cock, it was with her next return trip from the armoire that sent his cock cowering and retreating with his balls back toward his stomach. Angel was approaching the bed with paraphernalia that reminded Doug of the torture chambers of medieval times. In one hand she held a heavy hood of mail; black in color; blacker still in the silent declaration of what it represented in those times. Its formidable design only allowed the eye sockets and mouth and chin to be visible; as all else of the head would be concealed. This was grim enough, but when he saw another one of the "props" as the she devil called them, in her other hand, he wished to God he had never left the seminar early that day. It was a male chastity belt. Doug had seen them before in sex toy shops when he was there for more appealing items for his purchasing pleasure {like porno tapes}, and recognized it instantly. He never was interested in his cock being restricted in that manner; couldn't even entertain the idea, and now here he was; tied, shackled, and soon to be hooded and placed in this torture device for the Satin Satan to play with now; film, play back, and play with again on screen many times later. "This is a Kodak moment in the fucking twilight zone! Fucking cunt! But who's really the fucked up one here?" he chastised himself over and over again, as he watched Angel methodically get her new triple X film – and star - prepped. "Now, all I want you to do is try to relax and think of how proud you will be of yourself when you've proven your theory to me tonight", she instructed, as the hood was slipped over his head and adjusted on his face. The weight of the masked hood almost felt like a protective shield; a wall between Doug and his sex jailer, as Angel now descended to his groin to begin the ritual of cloaking him with the humiliating cock and ball restraint. However, Angel had yet another surprise for her involuntary audience; another of her fetishes to show Doug. An oral fixation fetish... She loved to bite. Doug's arms; while accustomed to weights and strength endurance exercises; were not accustomed to this. Feeling weak and numb in their forced overhead position now, he never bothered to raise his head to witness the inevitable ceremony he knew was going to commence at any second. He was resigned at this point, and felt the need to do as suggested – relax – and let this freaky role playing bitch do her thing. He almost had himself convinced when he felt something warm; her breath; between his legs; her sensuous lips kissing tenderly his now pathetically shriveled up cock and skin puddle that he once called his balls. Angel began licking and kissing the sides of his upper thighs; high up near where the leg joins the groin. Doug indeed began to relax and take it all in, as the moist kisses caressed his genitals over and over, and swathed them in erotic dampness. Even though he was wearing a mask, he found himself closing his eyes in ecstatic joy; drifting into another place where he was not bound by restraints and could return in due time the oral pleasures now being given him. He was sighing softly and often now, as he momentarily forgot where he was and in what vulnerable position he has allowed himself to be placed. Doug was still laying there in this unawares state; awash in the euphoria of her charmer's snake tongue and longing lips that were making love between his legs - when the sudden and excruciating pain hit him like an arrow piercing the flesh from close range. He felt the skin of his inner thighs; ever so close to his scrotum; squeezed with indescribable pressure between something hard; something sharp and something unrelenting. It was her teeth in his sex now; imbedding with steady pressure; that made him believe, in his threatened sanity, she was into a debased version of vampirism. Sex and teeth don't mix; don't mate. This was a marriage consummated in Hell. He screamed and twisted as she latched on like a pit bull; then nipping and biting in alternating ravishment that which never should meet with teeth. The oral rape continued in machine gunfire fashion nipping; biting; nipping; biting and then just as quickly as begun - it stopped. He thought she had drawn blood, but as his tear filled eyes shot open and he lifted his head to survey the damage, he saw that the warm liquid trickling over his genitals was not blood; but saliva. 'Thank you, God!' was all he could think to pray and say to himself again and again as he teetered on the eve of erotic destruction. In between revolutions of indescribable suffering, his mind scurried to collect every positive self protecting thought it could. 'You can't let her see she has you afraid, Doug. This is all for her sick entertainment; nothing more. She's got only the chastity belt left, and you can handle that. You can do it, buddy! By then, the fucking film should run out, and she'll be bored with this perverted shit. And you'll be set free; never to see this place or this devil's spawn again. Never, ever again.' Only, Doug was wrong. About a lot of things. And tonight - the chastity belt was not the last thing he would suffer. "Still feeling courageous?" the demon asked as she slid off the bed and stood next to Doug's hooded face waiting for an answer. "I believe your theory has holes in it, Dougie. I think you need to re-consider the part where you think you have complete blind faith in yourself." Doug's eyes had followed her movements as she drew closer still. Funny how he noticed the red glints in her eyes spark; scorching speckles; like dual two way mirrors reflecting the consuming infernos of the Devil's haven behind them. She leaned over his masked face and looked him dead square in his eyes; searching them for a sign of surrender; eyes that Doug willed not to show any fear. He was going to get out of this mess he got himself into, and he was going to do it by showing this devil's disciple that all of his faith was still held in that theory. "Any way you challenge me, I will prove you wrong, Angel. I stand my ground when I say I have strength, courage and adeptness; even here held down like a wounded animal. Oh, and don't forget what the sword represents - that I attack and conquer any goal I seek to achieve." He heard his voice faintly falter as he proclaimed this and hoped she did not pick up on it. But he could not help how his voice shook. His balls and cock, whatever was left of them after being chewed on, were throbbing dully; as were his thighs. He imagined they had suffered the most; his upper legs; as it felt like all thirty two of the bone and calcium assailants were gnawing on them still. "Oh, Dougie! You misunderstood me! I have only good intentions for our little session here tonight. Someday you will see that. But for now, time is of the essence, and we have still more to do." With that said she turned and walked back down to the foot of the bed; stopping to check the adjustment of the camera posed on that tripod, and then went to the second camera offside the bed and did the same. Without any further explanation, she climbed back on the bed and began to place the chastity belt onto Doug; lifting his ass up to slide it into position; the cold gray metal roughly making contact with the small of his back. As she continued attaching the device, Doug's mind, now attempting to divert itself from the current evil surprise, started to wonder why she brought all of these things here with her on the plane- to her friend's home- and how long she had been planning this night of decadent horror? He also began to realize, 'No, Doug, don't go there! That's too dark a place to handle right now' that he may have been her prey all along; maybe since she first had seen him dozing off at the seminar. Even under the hood, Doug could feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and stand on end, as he shook his head rapidly side to side in an attempt to loosen and rid those thoughts from his distressed mind. "What's wrong, Dougie?" She once again taunted," Not liking these 'days of old' jockey shorts? Well if it will relieve your mind any, I will tell you I am not going to be teasing your cock and balls any further." 'Teasing?!? Did she say... TEASING?!?I feel like my stuff has been attacked by a great white shark, and she's got the fucking warped notion she has relieved my mind with THAT news flash?' He laid there contemplating what she actually did need the chastity belt for if not to torture him further, then... what? Intuition told him there was a reason for it; most likely that she was just lying and would take him off guard again like before. He now remembered, with increasing dread, she had said there was more yet to do tonight. But, if it hadn't anything to do with the chastity belt, what "more" could there be? And how much more? There was only one thing more the devil's spider had in mind for the unsuspecting fly. The highlight of the evening; a candle's light of the evening. A hot, melting candle. He forced himself not to mentally venture deeper with these grim premonitions. His cock and balls were still throbbing from the black satin widow's spider bites, as he closed his eyes once more to will his mind to steer clear from what he feared could be; would be next. He raised his head just in time to see Angel reach down between those delectable tits that just a little while before had him drooling like a teething baby; now merely a vague erotic afterthought of what could have been, and draw out the chain that held the curious silver key. He continued observing; an astonished, cold realization washing over him now, as the cunning demon spider removed the key from the neckchain; leaned over her stung fly, and locked the chastity belt onto her porno movie insect. It had been the key to the chastity belt that she was wearing around her neck; the same key he saw on the neckchain when he first met her in the hotel's bar; the key to the chastity belt he now had sealed like a tomb about him; the key she wore as a sign of victory; much as a notorious gunfighter notches his belt after a high noon shootout. His head now joined his genitals in their pounding, sorry state. *** HER WEB OF WAX*** "Dougie, this final little thing I'm going to expect you to perform tonight is really very significant in proving to me, once and for all, that your Orion's theory is truly what you stand by; your career's creed." The she devil continued, "It is the ultimate test of endurance and stamina. You've gotten this far – are you ready, willing and able to go the distance? Before you answer that, let me go and get your cigarettes for you. I'm sure you have been dying to have one since I brought you here." And before Doug could reply, she headed for the kitchen where he knew his cigarettes were amidst the heap of shed clothes on the floor. Doug's head began to throb even more, as the mixed messages of this latest turn of events had his fatigued brain turning in tight, dizzying circles. A few minutes later she returned with a very cheerful smile and with a tray upon which were his cigarettes, his lighter, another glass of burgundy wine, and... a red pillar candle. Doug noticed the smile immediately; a smile she apparently had not tried on for size before returning to the bedroom. It was too wide; too cheerful; 'too fake' Doug concluded to himself, as she rounded the bed and placed the tray onto a table alongside of the headboard. Her Halter Top A description of our first venture into adding extras. "Hi Sherrie, how was your weekend?" the man asked his 26 year old employee. "Good Mr. Hagan and yours?" she responded quietly but with a smile. It was early in the morning and a Monday. It was only 8:10AM and no one had arrived Thursday. There were a few on the other side of the building but it was only Sherrie and Ben Hagan. Ben, who's been married for 14 years and like many other men, always tried to keep their distance from the ladies in the office, evaluated a woman with some civility, but personally demonstrate some interest in his staff so they felt they were attractive, hence boosting their self esteem. Other people always thought Sherrie was cute, especially her friends there, but that wasn't openly discussed other then a compliment her or there. Sherrie, like Ben, did the same. She might make a compliment occasionally, but she never went out on a limb and only said something brief. She always liked dressing nicely, but conservatively as she didn't want the office assuming she was flaunting her beauty. Ben passed her once again before the days activities got underway. "That's a nice outfit. Sometimes I'm jealous of women, because they have such a great variety of clothes to choose from." She thought it odd, but said thank you anyways again and smiled. He smiled at her and went about his business. She didn't see him until later at lunch. He was in deep thought. He was at the fast food restaurant for lunch, sitting alone, and writing some notes. She walked by with her trey of food, said hi to him again, and he looked up and said hi to her. They made small talk and he complimented her, unwittingly again, on her outfit. "Why thank you Ben, that's nice of you to take notice. Saying that as often as you have makes me think I should where this or something similar more often." "Ohh duhhh, I did compliment you earlier, didn't I? Well what's one more to make a person's day? And it is a real nice outfit either way." Of course it did seem to highlight the woman's tits as it was tighter fitting. It was only hidden a bit underneath her blazer. He noticed, but didn't look towards her chest. Not that she noticed. She didn't even think that he was either. After work, she went home, washed the outfit, and wore it again the next day to see what he might say. The next day she came in at about the same time, he walked by her, and they both stopped to get a cup of coffee. "Hi Sherrie, how are you? How was your day yesterday?" He was just being polite and nothing else. She answered that it was fine, but dull. "My, unknowingly he said, that's a nice outfit by the way. You always seem to wear such professional looking but attractive outfits. Like yesterday, this one is so similar in....well, design. It is flattering on you, but very professional. That impresses me." "Why thank you Ben, that's nice of you to notice. I appreciate that." He left and she snickered to herself that it was the exact same one and he hadn't noticed. The week passed and Ben and his wife were planning with friends to go to a new place for dinner, drinks, and dancing. It was a great location. The forecast called for mildly warmer temperatures so everyone was prepared to dress for summer like weather. Come Friday, Sherrie and her friends in the office had coincidentally planned to go to the same place. It was a hectic week and it just seemed appropriate that this was the hotspot. Arriving at about 7:30 that Friday night, Ben, his wife, and their neighboring friends all settled in at 5 tables towards the middle, but off to the back of the dance floor. It was modest in size, but there were all sorts of tables set up as well as bars in the outdoor eatery area. As the evening progressed more and more filed in and established their domains at various other locations outdoors. Eventually the sun went down, the music became louder, and many stepped out to the dance floor. That included Ben, his wife and a few of their friends who sat with them. Enjoying themselves as they danced and drank, but maintained as best as could be expected, Sherrie and hew friends got up to dance to. Sherrie and her friends all were wearing halter tops, some traditional where others who wore them might have been considered a lot more revealing. Yes, they showed a lot more cleavage and skin then some think was appropriate. Sherrie's was fine, but possibly it was too big as it was going to cause her problems soon. The music and the drinks in hand became more to everyone's liking. The music was favorable, the dancing became crazier, and everyone started getting wild. That included Ben's group as well as Sherrie and that group from the office. Ben never was around any of his coworkers when out for a night of partying. He wanted to let loose. His wife prevented that, somewhat, but their friends let loose and he figured what the hell. Upon seeing their boss, Sherrie and her coworkers began dancing unconventionally. Everyone was dancing, laughing, looking around, and 'enjoying the scenery'. Ben wore a golden brown tight necked collared shirt. It fit his frame well and highlighted a nice pectoral frame. He was in good shape for a guy of 36. His wife, Kelly was in slacks and a sweater top and any man would find her sexy, if she was alone. She kept her eyes on two things, Ben, and the others from his office. She anted to make sure he wasn't making too much eye contact with them. Who could avoid that as so much cleavage was flashed everywhere. He and his friend's studied the nature of the beauty being shown off that Friday. Kelly wasn't pleased how Ben's eyes wandered frequently over to Sherrie, Becca, Kim, Diane, Suzanne who was the eldest of the crowd, and Fawn. For whatever reason, they al wore halter tops and it was good. It was very good. Just as the last song was being played, Ben and his wife were still dancing and Sherrie's top began slipping off. Sliding lower and lower, he saw more and more boob. Everyone, other then Ben was caught up in the music. He still danced, but he was preparing to get a visit from the nipple fairy. The fairy was ready to open up the blinds so he could see Sherrie's center of ecstasy. Her top that she didn't realize was down to right above her nipple, was about to go below the poverty level of desire. Just then his wife and a friend slipped off the floor and went to the ladies room. He was left to dance for himself, he thought. The Sharon, another neighbor, asked him to dance. He was distracted due to Sherrie. She got his attention and he declined and walked towards Sherrie and the others. He walked up, staring at her bosoms and whispered, "I am going to be in heaven real soon. It's only because of the beauty that stares me down." At that point she turned with a weird face and wondered what he was talking about. At that point the others discovered what he saw a while ago. One began laughing. Two other's walked up and before they got there, Ben told her what he started out to say. She looked down and gasped and pulled up her top. She looked at him, blushed, and didn't know what to say. "Ohh my Ben, that could have been a disaster, couldn't it have? I'm so embarrassed." "No Sherrie, don't be... you are a beautiful sexy woman. In another situation, I'd be honored to prove that to you. You sure have a wonderful body. I sure hope you understand the intended compliment too." She said yes, but was conscientious the rest of the evening and danced half of what she originally started out dancing. Instead they all stood around flirting with guys, drinking, and arranged to find rides home. The last part they were unsuccessful as most guys found others to go home with or already had other plans. It was 1.30AM and Ben, Kelly, and the rest of them were heading back to Dave's house for some more drinking. Ben was stopping at the all night carry out for beer. On his way, since he was alone and Kelly went back with neighbors, he took his time and left after the others. He did a full circle and offered to drive Sherrie and the others home. Sherrie, by herself at the time, accepted. She was drunk by that time. She laughed, flirted, and tried snuggling with Ben. "So are you ready for the sneak preview that the 'fairy' almost granted you, or do you care to, ummm... hehehe... work for it", she asked Ben. In the Blazer at that time, no one knew where she went off to. He sat there in the parking lot, thinking that it was a prime opportunity to take advantage of the good looking woman. Albeit, several years younger, willing and available. He wasn't... he's married with children... but he was all alone and she was drunk and acting flirtatious as well as openly willing. He looked at her; she looked at him with that drunk, smiling stare. He looked at her chest and her cleavage seemed more visible. He was buzzed, but not as much as Sherrie. "Oh God Sherrie, if I do what I'm about to do, it's all going to come back and somehow haunt me... I just know it." "What's that you're about to do, Ben", she asked moving back and forth as she couldn't quite control her drunken frame. "Ohhh, I can't tell you what I'm thinking. I mean I've complimented you in the office and they are sincere compliments and nothing other then that. At least I try intending that to be the case. And if I do want I feel and desire to do right now, you might misinterpret my compliments later as potentially sexually harassing. I don't want that. But... but lord Sherrie... you look... so... wow..." So sexy tonight; do I look sexy tonight Ben. Sexy enough to be kissed or buffed by you right now, right this moment", she asked. "Umm, what's buffed mean Sherrie?" "Hehehe, she laughed, 'Buffed' means slick and lick and muff my tits, Ben...hehehe!" "Ohhh, god yeah... I'd do that in a heart beat. But now isn't the time. Let me drive ya home and if you wanna do some 'photo shares' with me on the way home, as in lower that top for me to see your glory, I'd allow you the best compliments I can think of. Is that good?" "Hehehe Ben, you are soooo cuuuute! I think you are sooo sweet not taking advantage of me. You could do that, you know that don't you?" "You really, honestly think that Sherrie? Well, I'm happy if you'd let me to compliment you all the time. I'm willing and available, if you are at all interested in the near future, to explore the nature of this conversation too, okay?" By the time they got to her house, she pulled her halter top down several times. She took his right hand and let him, while he drove, feel her boobs and nipples. She even pressed them firmly into her tits too. By that time, he was hard and horny. He knew he had to get some of that action, somehow and someway! "Sherrie, boy you are more then sexy. You are sweet, fun, and a nice person. But I have to tell you two things. Pull up your top and I've got a hard on right now." She looked at him in surprise, looked down at his crotch, developed a perplexed look on her face, and then looked up at him. "What would you like me to do? I don't think I should do anything, should I? Don't you have to go too?" Then she put her hand down by his crotch and grabbed it his cock, but with some hesitation as if she wasn't sure it was right for her to do that. He put the palm of his hand over her hand and squeezed her hand more, letting her know it felt great. "That's nice Sherrie, that's real nice. I have to go now though... okay. I have to leave now, sorry." "It's okay Ben, I liked that we did all this. I hope you and I, well maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up?" She kissed him on the lips and got out. Her Hand Is So Strong an Insistent Her hand is so strong an insistent; the sensation shoots from my clit into my stomach. I can't stop my pelvis from squirming. "Watch me, baby...look into my eyes." She tells me as she continues to massage my crotch. I look at her and her gaze is so intense; deep into my eyes and down into my soul. If my mind wasn't so focused on the sensations shooting through me, I'd be a little unnerved at her intenseness. Her hand slides downward and gently and swiftly her middle finger pushes inside my engorged tissue. Against her wish, my eyes close. She gives me a soft, light kiss on my lips, then another one on my left cheek then whispers in my ear, "Look at me, honey." My eyes flutter open and again our eyes meet. "Deeper please, oh God; I'm so sore!" I call out as the small of my back innately arches trying to coax her finger deeper into me. "I know baby, I'll be so easy," she says pushing another finger inside. With both fingers, she is able to give a gentle, deep stroke right over my G tissue. The sensation is so intense that it causes me to inhale deeply and with both hands, I reach for her hand - the one creating all the feelings. I just need to touch it - touch the source of all this sensation. She allows me this small bit of control for only two or three more glorious strokes. "Give me your hands," she says holding her other hand above me. Gladly, I grasp for her, glad to have the appendage to cling to. She takes both of my hands and extends my arms above my head gently and sweetly taking care not to stretch my arms too far. "Hold onto my hand, baby, and press yourself onto me," she tells me once she has me resituated. My body feels differently when I'm about to menstruate. I can feel my engorged tissue so acutely and I can feel her fingers glide through my wet, blood-rich tissue and it feels so good and yet different than usual. My body is so tender before menstruation and my stomach is a little nauseous as well. Before I can even try and stop it, a deep sigh breaks through the back of my throat. "That's it, baby, let me hear your pleasure." She tells me as I turn my face into my arm for some protection. Just then I remember that I must watch her. I know that she doesn't want me to break my gaze so I turn my head and look into her eyes once more. It's such an intense, personal thing to share when she loves my body and watches all of the sensations she's causing manifesting themselves in my face and eyes. I used to try to hide my emotion from her, but I don't any more. She keeps stroking me, again and again, round and round. The feelings she's creating shoot from my G spot like lightening bolts radiating out into my extremities. Small quiet sighs escape from my throat on each exhale. I struggle to keep my gaze fixated on her eyes. My eyes blink again and again as I fight the urge to close them and allow my pupils to roll back inside my head. With each electric beam of pleasure, I squeeze her hand tighter as my pelvis squirms in the bed. Between my pelvis and her fingers' movements I feel as if a whirling dervish is deliciously swirling inside my pelvis cavity. Being true to her word, she's being so gentle and yet ironically creating such intense pulsing pleasure. "Don't stop," I mutter during waves of desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop." "Shhhh, my love. Just watch me and feel me. I'm not going to stop. Shhhhh baby." She says to me as she continues to stroke and stroke, around and around. It's a little bizarre how I innately can tell that her sh's are not meant to actually make me suppress my noises; rather, they are meant to soothe me. How enigmatic, she's stroking and working my arousal to its zenith and yet she's trying to soothe me too. "Oh God," I say as I allow my eyes to roll back in my head. Maintaining eye contact is so hard! I really want to lose myself in pleasure but I know she doesn't want me to close my eyes. Keeping my eyes fixated means that I have to think about looking at her rather than thinking about what I'm feeling. "Please baby, look at me. I want to share this with you." She says to me so sweetly. I won't deny her so I open my eyes again and focus on her gaze. She is so talented at this. She has a million techniques that she can use to work me up or slowly pleasure me and keep my arousal at a steady plateau for ages. Right now, her fingers are simply a pleasure device that I'm craving. Her hand is so incredibly strong. Feeding my pleasure, she's got an entire plethora of neurons firing from my lower belly down to the last cell in my crotch. I can feel how wet I am. The slippery wetness is allowing her hand easy maneuverability around all my delicate areas. With her divine two fingers inside me, she has almost driven me to scream with a "come hither" motion directly on my G spot. All I can do is writhe in agony as I feel the electrical shocks radiating from my G spot come faster and faster. Writhing is fine as long as I don't break my gaze from hers. All of a sudden, I feel it. Heat - hot heat, washing over my body coming from my G spot in a tidal wave of pleasure. My body stiffens and becomes still for a second or two and I just look deep into her eyes. Deep, deep, deeper I gently push my pelvis onto her fingers harder and she gives on last sweep and it happens - my body convulses and I let out the deepest animal like growl from way down in the recesses of my chest. So deep in fact, it almost hurts the back of my throat. My face contorts in what would appear to be sheer agony; but, this is far from it. More like ecstasy. As my body contracts and stays that way for a good 3-4 seconds, I am able to loose myself in my lover's eyes. She can see it - me, my essence - whatever that is in its most raw and unguarded form. She's done it. She's laid me naked and exposed and she's drinking me in like sunshine. She's so intense, just looking into me, and there is no safeguard I can hide behind. I am hers. She's laid claim to me - all of me and I now belong to her. The convulsion subsides and my muscles release their tension and my body flops into the bed as my life force has been depleted. I just lay there like a limp rag doll. She keeps her fingers inside and doesn't move them at all. She kisses my face with small tender butterfly kisses and continues to look at me. She has now allowed me to break my gaze, which is good since I don't have enough energy to hold my eye lids open all the way. Dreamily, I just lay there feeling her fingers still inside me and letting the afterglow wash over me. She curls her body around me taking great care not to move her hand or fingers. I feel enveloped in her soft cocoon of love. I am so sated I can't bring myself to move. I just melt into the mattress and zero in on my body's feeling of depletion and ecstasy. I know her fingers are still inside me but I don't say anything or make a move for her to withdraw. I just rest - deep rejuvenating rest, in the bed with my lover and my soul mate holding me; feeling loved and being loved and resting. After a while, our bodies lying still and languid, I feel her fingers curl over my G spot and she whispers in my ear... "Again, my love." Her Handsome Prisoners Even before the knock on the front door, twenty-three-year-old Sophie could already sense who had paid her a visit at the moment. She opened the door, and her uncle and aunt appeared. The two of them wore their usual lavish attire, Aunt Martina with her black sleeveless dress and Uncle Joaquin with his casual black coat and tie. Sophie spotted the silver-colored vase, sealed shut with its own lid, that Uncle Joaquin held in his hands. Sophie gave a little smile. "I hope they didn't give you any trouble." Joaquin replied, "It turned out to be a very simple task." Sophie let her relatives enter her apartment. Joaquin placed the vase on the coffee table. "No niece of mine should ever endure such humiliation." Sophie nodded. "I cannot thank you enough for this." "It is fine. After all, it is free." Aunt Martina sat down on the sofa. "Men these days can be so unkind." Sophie asked her, "Has anyone ever given you such unwanted treatment?" "I remember when your uncle and I still lived in Chile many years ago. What you've been through isn't as malicious as what has happened back home." Joaquin remarked, "Please don't exaggerate, my dear. All he ever did was flirt with you in the library." Martina rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes. But even as I told him I was married to you, the man overlooked my little announcement and continued to ask for my phone number." Sophie chuckled. "That's what you call a straight-up pervert." Joaquin kept his eyes on the silver-colored vase. "You're not the only one who had a little bit of fun. I remember at least thirty years ago, when I worked for that inexcusably conceited bitch of a boss. Nobody liked her, including me. I felt tempted to give her a piece of my mind, and Saturday night had become the perfect night to do just that." Martina shook her head. "Oh, you were such a deviant back then." "You held the same philosophy, also. There is no room for double standards. And besides, at least she admired the experience when it ended. And we soon parted in good terms when I left the company." "The one in the library felt the same way." Sophie picked up the vase. "Explain to me again how the two of you used such incredible magic." Joaquin cleared his throat. "You know we are forbidden to give such elaborate details of our enchantments. If we did, then everyone in the United States would want to share these powers of ours. It's too great a secret to be revealed." "I guess you're right." Sophie pressed her left ear against the vase. She could hear muffled voices from inside. She couldn't comprehend the words due to such a faint volume, but she managed to hear the word "help" amidst the screaming. "I can hear Brent's voice. He doesn't sound very excited." Martina crossed her legs. "He will be as soon as you eat your mint." Joaquin pulled out a little green box from his coat pocket and handed it to her niece. "One is enough, but if you feel the need to bring things up a notch, take two more." Martina asked, "Do you mind if I stay with Sophie? I always love to watch such a dazzling performance." "I should remind you that-" "Oh, not to worry, darling. I won't participate at all. I will just have a look." Joaquin readjusted his tie. "Good. Well, I must leave. I have to go back to Los Angeles for a business meeting." Sophie added, "I'll take Aunt Martina home when everything's finished." "Good enough. See you tomorrow, Sophie." "Bye, Uncle Joaquin, and thanks for everything." When Joaquin exited the apartment, Martina followed her niece into the master bedroom. Sophie closed the curtains and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. She closed and locked the door just before Martina took the little green box from her and opened it. "Explain again who those two young men are." She pointed at the vase. Sophie replied, "It's quite complicated. I know one of them. His name is Brent, and he's four years younger than me." Martina picked up a tiny sphere-shaped mint, the color blue dyed on its entire surface, and put it in her mouth. She chewed on it while she asked, "Were you truly attracted to that young man?" "Yes, and I seem to regret the decision to go out with him." "Oh, don't be too hard on yourself. His leaving you for another woman is good news. Now you can entertain yourself as he and his friend become your...how should I say this...your prisoners." Martina handed her the open green box, to which Sophie took it and placed it on the bed. She remarked, "If this doesn't go very well, then I don't know what else to do." "Do not feel so concerned. I promise you good times once you open the lid." "Okay, here it goes." Sophie opened the lid. The faint echoes of two frightened men had reached her ears. She lowered the vase, situating it right above the already-made bed, and tilted it at a diagonal position, as if she was about to pour water on the blanket. Screaming, two tiny figures slid out from inside the vase and landed on the surface. Brent and Andrew had an average height for two nineteen-year-olds. Now, with the use of some exotic magic, they had been shrunken in size. They were now four inches tall. To the best of Sophie's knowledge, Brent and Andrew had been close friends for some time. So she blamed Andrew partially for what happened between her and Brent. At the moment, the two young white men both wore brown cargo shorts and plain t-shirts. Brent had short blond hair, while Andrew was the one with the brown shoulder-length hair. They stood up and gazed at the pair of Chilean women looking down at them with their arms folded across their chests. Sophie, especially, gave them an icy stare. Brent appeared as though he tried to fake a smile. "Nice to see you again, Sophie. Uh..." Sophie asked, "So who was that other woman you were with last night?" "Oh, she's an old friend from high school. Nothing's really going on between us." "You're not that good a liar, you know." Martina interrupted. "You have to admit, both of them are so cute. I particularly like his friend." She reached down and closed her fingers around Andrew's waist and legs. In a frantic manner, he tried to escape her grasp by pushing her fingers and kicking her nails with force. It proved unsuccessful as Martina lifted him up into the air. Andrew could do nothing but watch as she brought him up right in front of her face. She smiled. "Oh, he looks fine." Andrew's eyes remained wide open with fear as she asked, "Aren't you the one who persuaded your friend to see if Sophie would be the one for him?" Andrew gulped down air as he tried to say, "Yes...I am." Sophie shook her head. "That's not even the half of it. Brent always told me that I became something special. It seemed harmless enough. But it's a filthy lie, I tell you." Martina still fixed her gaze on the tiny man in her grasp. "Please, tell me more." Sophie replied, "I think Brent should be the one to tell you what's really going on." Brent took one step back. "Oh, I wouldn't want to bore you with all the details." She looked down at her shrunken ex-boyfriend. "Tell my aunt Martina about how you used me. Tell her how you wanted to see which one of the three women suited you the best." Martina asked, "Is that why he broke up with you? Because he chose the woman he wanted the most?" "It's sickening, isn't it? One day, he took me out to dinner. The next day, he bought the second woman flowers. And the day before that, he took the third one to the movies. And to make matters worse, he didn't even tell me about the other two. And I don't think they knew about me, either. It's an invisible contest, Aunt Martina. You pick the one you like the most and dump the rest. We had a trust that failed." "What a shame." "It sure is. I was used the entire time. It's been happening for eight weeks. And don't even think about what's been happening in his bedroom. I liked him very much, and now I'm crushed. Andrew has done the same thing." Martina held a devious look on her face. "This will be better than I ever expected." Brent had to ask, "Why? What are going to do with us?" Martina inhaled Andrew's natural aroma through her nostrils as she softly caressed his long hair with her index finger. She whispered, "Oh, it's exquisite." Andrew tried to look away. "You're not going to eat me, are you?" Martina chuckled as she continued to play with his hair. "Oh, of course I won't. Sophie and I have another thing in mind. Would you like to see it?" Andrew took a deep slow breath. "Okay. Let's see it." Sophie asked Brent if he wanted the same, to which, with a nervous tone, he replied, "Sure. Anything to please you two ladies." Martina murmured, "Oh, how sweet." She took a deep breath and blew a slow little breeze at Andrew. The scent from the now-diminished mint had become strong enough to linger in her mouth for this long. It caught itself in Martina's exhalation and came into contact with all of Andrew's five senses. He lifted his chin and gasped. He closed his eyes as several strands of his hair had been raised and demonstrated irregular movements while fixated with the gentle wind. Martina whispered, "You like that, don't you?" Andrew just moaned. She carried on with the transfer of her newly obtained chill fragrance, from her mouth to his body. Andrew slid his hand across his chest while clutched the side of his neck with the other. His demeanor had readjusted to a more sensuous stance, thanks to the strong sensation caused by the potency of her fresh breath. He became a spellbound hostage in her hand. Brent looked confused. "What the hell is she doing?" Sophie finally consumed a mint from the green box. "She's just preparing him for tonight's entertainment. But don't feel left out." She seized him by the waist and legs and brought him up to just a few inches in front of her face. "It's such a shame that you didn't grow fond of me. We would have had such a great future together." Brent found himself shivering beneath the skin of Sophie's fingers. "We can still have one." The absolute fear in his eyes became pure stimulation for Sophie. "It's too late." Now, it was her turn to give the four-inch-tall man a cool breeze. Brent let out a little whimper as the smell of a sumptuous mint took hold of his body and mind. The tingling sensation caused him to take deeper breaths, just the way Sophie liked it. Brent began to squirm in her grip. With the use of her fingertips, Martina pulled Andrew's shirt off from his upper body. He stood half-naked, baring his flat hairless chest to the woman towering over him. "Oh, you look so good to me." Sophie flicked the sandals off of Brent's feet. "Don't be afraid. Just stay calm." She ticked his feet, which made him grab hold of her thumb and laugh with added ecstasy. She didn't stop wiggling her fingernail against his skin, and just watched as the grin on Brent's face had grown to a more suitable size. She enjoyed the exhilaration expressed through mild laughter. Martina had just pulled the rest of Andrew's attire off of him. Her grip on his waist stayed firm as his unclothed appearance further enhanced her stimulation, especially when examining the dangling appendage between his legs. She began stroking it with her finger. Andrew groaned. "Oh, that feels nice." His cock stiffened as a more solid matter. Martina lowered her head and, for a brief second, gave it a lick. Thick saliva had now been embedded on its surface. Martina whispered, "You're so handsome. I know what's going to make you feel even better." Sophie dropped Brent's shirt and shorts on the floor and held his naked body in her hand. She kept on exhaling her cool and sensuous breath onto him. Thanks to the power of Chilean sorcery, it was as if he felt hypnotized by his ex-girlfriend's determination. He gasped and moaned as the sensation that she produced dominated his current psyche. She slid her finger up from his chest to his cheek. "Does it feel good for you?" "Oh, yes." He dug his nails deep into her skin, but she only felt a little jab. She murmured, "Look at Andrew. Watch as he feels the same way." Brent turned his head to see his friend experiencing the same opulent trance caused by a rousing aroma. Just the sight of a young man with his hair floating erratically in the mechanical breeze made his cock grow harder than usual. Sophie asked, "Don't you think he's handsome?" Brent took a deep breath. "Yes, I do." Martina asked Andrew the same question, to which he replied with a simple "yes." "Then, go to him." Both Sophie and Martina got down on their knees and brought their tiny captives down on the bed. They released their fingers from Brent and Andrew's bodies. Sophie picked up the remote control from the nightstand and turned on the stereo system from on top of the chest of drawers. It took several seconds for the speakers to blare the first few notes of electronic trance music at mid volume. Brent and Andrew, still small in terms of size, closed their eyes and let the simple and ambient rhythms of the music enhance their senses. Sophie and Martina placed their arms on the side of the bed and leaned their heads over. Martina muttered to the two young men, "Open your eyes, my darlings. Take a look at your friend." Brent and Andrew gazed at each other. As they took deeper breaths due to the stimulating fragrance in the air, they looked into each other's eyes. With rising arousal hanging in their heads, the sight of a naked man made their members even stiffer than ever. "Oh, he makes you hard, doesn't he? Go ahead. Come closer." By following Martina's command, Andrew grabbed Brent's arms while Brent began to stroke Andrew's chest. Their heads were only two inches apart. The music from the speakers grew tense, the audible bass swelling to a more strident level. "Do it, you two. You know you want to." Brent never realized how attractive his best friend really was. Amidst the hypnotic musical trance, he gave him a kiss to mark a volatile infatuation no longer in hiding. The two young men embraced, wrapping their arms around each other's backs. Potent feminine breath permanently altered their cerebral hardwiring and replaced their traditional needs for something that only Sophie and Martina found appropriate. Brent and Andrew stopped kissing and found themselves panting. Brent placed his hand on the back of Andrew's neck as he stared straight into his eyes. Sharing their warmth seemed to have a positive effect. Brent whispered, "Oh, Andrew. I want you. Please tell me you feel the same way." Andrew licked Brent's lips before replying, "I want you so bad." As the music continued, a female vocalist began to resonate with some straightforward lyrics. However, it became genuine bliss to the men's ears. Andrew grabbed both of their cocks and rubbed them together, both shafts pointing upward. Brent received a more dynamic feeling from this simple action. Gasping, he gave Andrew another long kiss. Sophie and Martina just watched from above, feeling impressed with the circumstances that they had created for themselves. Martina licked her lips. "Oh, you are doing well." Andrew gave her a sidelong glance. "Yes, we are. Do you want us to keep going?" "It would be nice." Still under the women's devious spell, Andrew told his friend to turn around. Brent didn't say a word as he spun one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. They now stood facing the same direction. Andrew began kissing Brent on the cheek before closing the fingers of his right hand around Brent's six-inch plaything. He slid his fingers up and down, granting Brent a welcome encouragement for an impending climax. He let out soft moans as Andrew pushed and rubbed his cock against Brent's buttock. Their hips moved back and forth in a pattern. They held each other tight. Martina still provided motivation with her alluring accent. "Oh, yes. Don't stop, my darlings. It looks impressive." Andrew didn't stop his repetitive progress with his friend's prick. As he sped up his hand movement, Brent couldn't stop with his moans and quick breaths. He almost let out a girly whimper when he reached his orgasm. Thick creamy cum spewed out from his shaft and onto the blanket. Little drops inadvertently landed on Andrew's fingers. Brent relaxed himself while Andrew examined the liquid substance on his own skin. The temptation seemed too great. He licked the drops of semen off of his fingers. Sophie grinned. "I love it. It's making me hot right now." Andrew whispered in Brent's ear, "Let me fuck you hard." Brent looked timid at the moment. "I'm yours. Fuck me please!" Andrew backed away as Brent got on his hands and knees and fully exposed his bare buttocks at him. He nudged his pair of hefty bumps, since Andrew held a look of untouchable ardor on his face. Brent gave him a dirty look. "Push it in. I know you want to." As soon as he got down on his knees, Andrew slapped his cock around the blond man's clear entrance. Brent blurted, "Don't stop! I want it inside me." The music gave itself a more epic scale as it grew more electrifying with its deep bass, smooth synthesizers and powerful female vocals. It became a perfect time for Andrew to shove his cock inside Brent's thin canal. Brent's loud moan was followed by shorter shameless cries. Andrew grabbed hold of his friend's hips as he thrust his ravenous member in and out of the hole that he longed for. Brent tightened his grip on the blanket as he tried to overcome the irresistible sensation that engulfed the entire state of his body and brainpower. He moaned even louder, giving Sophie and Martina supplementary satisfaction. Sophie would never forgive her ex-boyfriend for discarding her for someone else, which is why she took big pleasure in watching him endure deep penetration. She smiled, engrossed by such an explicit spectacle. Andrew provided more force to his pelvic thrusts, assuring that it would take longer for that long-awaited climax to arrive. Brent couldn't stop moaning at such a high volume. "Oh, it's so good! I can't take it anymore!" But Andrew didn't stop. Several minutes passed. Both Sophie and Martina let out their own soft whimpers as they found themselves deeply aroused by the performance of their two visual artists. Andrew grabbed Brent's shoulders and pulled him closer. He placed one hand on Brent's hip and the other on his shoulder. They held each other even as they carried on with their rapid movements. With the temperature rising and the humidity staying intact, both men had drops of sweat sliding down their foreheads and all the way to their cheeks. "Harder, Andrew! Harder!" Andrew used up all of his frenetic energy to keep himself inside his friend. At last, the two of them surrendered to their climax. Brent's scream didn't last long as both he and Andrew collapsed on the bed. Panting, they found themselves completely exhausted. Andrew's milky seed had been ejected from his cock and flooded Brent's vessel. Brent gave him a smile and a kiss. Martina took a deep breath. "Oh, that was so fun." Sophie stood up. "I couldn't agree more." She left the bedroom and returned with a cubic-shaped birdcage with thin white bars. She and Martina picked up their entertainers and placed them in the cage. Once she locked the entrance, Sophie proclaimed, "The two of you are my prisoners. I don't know when I will release you from this spell, but I hope it won't be sooner than expected." Martina asked, "Why don't you keep them for the rest of the weekend? You can have your friends come visit you and watch these two perform for you." "It's a good idea." Sophie pointed at her ex-boyfriend. "You be a good boy now." Brent lunged for Andrew and embraced him, an anxious look on his face as he gazed at his former girlfriend. "Will this be a harsh punishment?" Her Handsome Prisoners Sophie shook her head. "You can call it whatever you like." And she and Martina kept true to their words. The next night, Sophie invited three of her girlfriends over and they watched as Brent and Andrew repeated their sensual escapades right inside the birdcage. Brent hated to admit it, but he enjoyed every minute of it. He ignored the looks from those female eyes. All he wanted was to be with his best friend. He loved being so close to Andrew. He wanted their newfound affection towards each other to be as unbreakable as possible. Her Happy Ending It had been a long day and my body ached from working out. I promised to treat myself to a massage after this work out. I went to a spa that specialized in massage. They asked me if I preferred a male or female to do my massage. I chose a male because my back and body really ached and I wanted the deep tissue massage with some strong big hands. I was shown to my massage room and told to remove all my clothes and lay on the table with a large sheet over me. I lay face down on the table listening to the sounds of nature playing through the sound system. They had candles lit that smelled like a citrus paradise. While I laid on the table and started to relax. I heard a knock on the door. That must be my masseuse I thought and said come in. He came into the room and introduced himself to me. I was a little nervous I explained as this was my first professional massage. He told me to just relax. I kept my face down so I had no idea what he looked like. He told me at first he would start with a warm oil and put it on my neck shoulders and back all the way down to right before the start of my bottom. I started to relax as I felt the oil being rubbed onto my body. His hands were big and strong and felt so good pushing deep into my neck and back. Every now and then I would let out a moan of pleasure. After he felt that I was more relaxed. He asked me what other areas I would like to have massaged. I told him that I would love to have my feet legs and thighs rubbed. He asked me to roll over on to my back. As I rolled over I looked into his eyes. I realized that I knew him. I had known him for a while only we had never really met. We had been talking online for quite awhile always talked about meeting but nothing every worked out. I felt my cheeks get warm, I must have been blushing. He noticed and then finally said I believe I know you. I smiled at him and said yes you do its nice to finally meet you. He told me that he could stop the massage and get me someone else if I wanted. I told him that would not be necessary. He smiled back at me and told me that he was happy to finally meet me as well. I laid down on my back. he moved the sheet up to my thighs. he started rubbing my feet and my calves and then he slowly made it to my thighs. I moaned in pleasure with his touch as he caressed and massaged my thighs. I felt my pussy start to get moist the closer he got to my upper thighs. I'm starting to get a little hot now thinking of all the things I want him to do to me. I'm starting to breathe a little heavy for someone getting a massage. I sit up for a moment and he stops rubbing on me asks if I'm ok. I tell him I'm fine and tell him to come a little closer and then I pull his face to me so that our lips touch. His lips are soft and pressed against mine. I slowly feel him part my lips so that our tongue intertwine. Now my pussy is really wet and warm just from his hot kisses. His kisses are making me want him to touch me more. While are kisses are getting pretty passionate I grab his hand and put it at the top in the middle of my thighs. I tell him I want him to feel how wet he has made me. I feel him spread my legs and slowly move his fingers up toward my hot wet pussy. He starts by rubbing on my clit. At this point I'm doing the best I can to not be to loud with my sounds of pleasure. He finds my pleasure zone and I feel a finger slide in mmmm it feels so good I tell him. He slides another finger in. The feeling of two fingers is so intense I almost cum instantly. I tell him that we should finish this elsewhere so we can have more time. He agrees... To be continued... Her Happy Ending As he ran his hands back up her sexy, shapely legs & over her ass, she let out a slight moan as he let his thumb drag & graze her moist pussy lips. His hands continued the sensual trip up her back while he leaned in to give her pussy a playful flick of the tongue. She gave a long gasp & arched her ass to drive his tongue inside her, & he was more than willing to indulge her. After a short thrust of his mouth, he lightly licked his way up to the nape of her neck, flipped her over in one smooth motion, then started making his way down. His first stop was her wondrous breasts. They made for more than a handful as he playfully spiralled his way to her nipples; one with his fingers, the other with his tongue. Her nipples stood erect as he pinched & nibbled them for just a minute. While his hands continued to caress & massage her breasts, he kissed his way down the soft skin of her torso. He kept going down, past her waist; grazing her now swollen clit & pussy lips with his beard as he started putting little kisses on her inner thighs. With her breasts now slowly heaving in anticipation, his hands found their way back over her supple hips to roundness of her ass. He worked his hands into her cheeks so he could lift her ass as he licked his way back up her pussy & began to lightly suck on her clit. With her thighs now resting on his shoulder blades, he paused a moment to take in the beautiful sight of her glistening pussy on full display. Complete with her clit poking out & her lips spread in invitation, it was finally too much to resist. He let his tongue circle her pussy a couple of times, then slowly licked around her clit as a finger found its way inside her. With just a few inches inside, he sensually dragged his finger back against her inner wall. The sudden tensing of her whole body encouraged him to add another finger while beginning to suck on her clit in earnest. After reaching up his free hand to give each of her nipples a light pinch, he brought it back down to massage the sweet spot above her left hip as his other thumb rubbed back & forth between her pussy lips. All of this simultaneous stimulation had her breathing deep, ragged breaths while rolling her hips in an effort to grind him & his efforts further into her. He took the hint, keeping at with his mouth & left hand working her clit & pussy respectively. He let his right hand roam between her hips, thighs, & ass at his leisure; massaging her smooth skin & grazing his path from spot to spot. As her arousal heightened, she began pinching a nipple with one hand & using her other hand to hold his head in place; not wanting him to let up for even a second. He didn't mind the helping hand as he went from licking back to sucking on her clit. One hand still roaming her body while the other worked inside. Both adding to her pleasure. After his free hand made it back to lightly tracing over the spot above her left hip, her toes curled tight & her breathing turned into a series of barely muffled moans as the building orgasm began rolling through her body; her hands running over herself, grasping as if attempting to keep the energy from escaping. With his mouth still planted on her clit, he looked up at the ecstasy on her face & smiled at the pleasure he was giving her. She kept grinding her hips up into him, letting him know that one wave of gratification wouldn't be enough. He didn't let up for a moment, & before her body could settle down, another wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. This time her thighs tightened around his face as both of her hand came down on his head, keeping him locked in place while her legs shook with delightful abandon. As her body finally began to relax & her grip on his head loosened, he sat up & cleaned her wetness from his face. A wide grin of satisfaction had spread across both their faces as they each caught their breath. She would tense up occasionally, since he still had a hand lazily massaging her pussy. She collected herself & started to sit up with intentions of returning the compliment, but he playfully pushed her back down. Seeing that he had something else in mind, she looked down to see his hard, thick, throbbing cock being positioned in front of her still wet pussy. Their eyes met. He began sliding the length of his cock along her slit & seductively said, "I hope you're ready for round two."