1 comments/ 27397 views/ 0 favorites Art Appreciation By: millennium_bard Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as well. Mike made plans to check out the exhibit. Mike wasn't really comfortable in the three-piece suit that he had dug out for the occasion, but he doubted the snobs at the door would let him in if he wore his usual black jeans and black shirt. He needn't have worried. Most of the people wandering the museum were denim and t-shirt clad anyway. Mike took the opportunity to leave the suit coat and the vest and tie in the car. Mike went inside and started looking around. He noted the sign directing him to the Vallejo paintings and wandered off in that direction. He noticed a nice looking girl studying one of his favorite Vallejo paintings. Mike sidled over. "Looking at the expression on his face, I wonder how many bottles of wine he's already had." The girl looked up irritably. "I don't have any idea, I don't hang out with drunken barbarians." she snapped. Mike just grinned at her. "You don't know what you're missing." he quipped. "Why just look over here..." and he pointed to the painting next to the one they had been discussing, "after meeting a monster like that, wouldn't you need a bottle or two just to unwind?" The girl looked up at the indicated painting, then back at the drunken Conan picture, and began to laugh. "You might be right at that." She closed her notebook with a snap and tucked her pen away in her breast pocket. "Any more insights?" She looked at Mike with a definite challenge in her eyes. Mike bowed low, "I shall do my best for you milady. My name is Michael Rivers." The girl's eyes danced with laughter. She curtsied to Mike. "My name is Vanessa Mann." Mike laughed, "We almost have to marry just for the joke." "What joke?" Vanessa wanted to know. "Why, if we married, you would hyphenate out last names." She nodded. Mike gave her a wicked grin," Then, when we retired, you would be a song." Vanessa looked puzzled for a moment, then a look of horror crept over her face as the realization set in. Mike dropped to one knee and started singing in a nice baritone voice, "Old Mann-River..." Vanessa couldn't help but laugh. "You idiot." she said when she got her giggles under control. Mike rose to his feet and offered her his elbow. Vanessa shrugged and tucked her hand into the crook of his arm. Mike thoroughly enjoyed himself, wandering among the paintings and offering outrageous and insightful comments on each picture, keeping Vanessa giggling and chatting for most of the evening. At the door of the museum, Mike wrote his home number down on a business card. "Call me if you'd like to get together for dinner sometime." He dropped to his knee again and kissed Vanessa's hand. "Thank you for a fun and educational evening milady fair." he declaimed. Vanessa just shook her head and laughed again. "Stand up you nut." She stood on tiptoe and kissed Mike on the cheek. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time. Thank you." She said. Mike winked at her. "Call me," he said. Then he turned and headed for his car. Vanessa stood there and watched him walk away. She glanced at the card she had in her hand and started to toss it in the trash, then reconsidered and tacked it into her fanny pack. A few days later, Mike was sitting in his hot tub when the phone rang. Mike reached over to the table where the cordless phone sat next to the Jacuzzi. "Mike here." he said. "Hi there. This is Vanessa Mann, remember me?" Mike sat up straighter. "OF course I remember you. The loveliest piece of art at the museum." "Well thank you." "Are you ready to take me up on my offer of a dinner?" Mike asked. "Well, that was why I called. I want to pick the place and time." "Sure, why not." Mike shrugged. "Anyplace you feel safe. Bring a friend if you want to." Vanessa smiled silently. She had planned to have a friend with her but sitting at a nearby table, just in case. "Um, that'll be fine." "Good." Mike said. "When and where? By the way, I am allergic to shellfish." I was thinking about Carlos Murphy's. The one downtown. About 7 tonight be OK?" "I'll be there." Mike promised. He hung up and leaned back in the Jacuzzi. Time enough to get ready after a good soak. Mike pulled up to Carlos Murphy's on his Harley. Since Vanessa had her own transportation, Mike figured that he might as well enjoy the warm summer evening. Inside, Vanessa was waiting nervously for Mike to arrive. She had her friend Consuela with her for moral support. Consuela was highly amused. "Come on mija, the one man who makes you laugh and then asks you out, and you get all paranoid." Consuela shook her head at her friends agitation, "come one, relax will ya? You called him, remember?" Vanessa took a nervous gulp of her beer. "I haven't been on a date since high school," she told Consuela. "And you remember how that turned out." Consuela leaned back in her chair. "Take it easy on the cervesa mija, or you'll be drunk before he even gets here." Mike stood in the doorway looking around. Vanessa's red/blonde hair was easy to spot, but he wanted to scope out the situation before he made his presence known. Vanessa was sitting with a slender but busty Mexican girl who looked like she was a party girl. Vanessa was wearing a sheath dress that flattered her curves. While not as big breasted as the Mexican girl, Vanessa still showed a nice bit of cleavage through the scoop neckline of the dress. Mike tugged on his shirt to straighten out any major wrinkles, and then walked over toward the girl's table. "Greetings ladies." Mike said as he stopped next to Vanessa. He reached into his shirt pocket and handed each girl a small picture of a rose. "What the Hell is this?" Consuela asked. "It's a picture of a flower. No worries about putting it in water, and no awkward figuring out where to put them while we eat." Vanessa stared up at mike in disbelief. Surely he wasn't so insane... Mike grinned suddenly, "Of course if you prefer the real thing..." And he raised his hand. A man from a nearby table stood and brought Mike a pair of long slender boxes. Handing one to each girl, Mike bowed slightly and sat down. Vanessa just stared at her box as if afraid to open it. Consuela was not as reticent; she tore the ribbon off her box and lifted the lid. "Oh my god, it's beautiful!" She leaned over and kissed Mike on the cheek. "Thank you," she said. Her curiosity piqued, Vanessa slid the ribbon from her own box and lifted the lid for a peek. Inside were a single rose, and a small gold necklace with an enameled fairy. Consuela was already putting on her necklace, the little crystal dolphins glittering in her dusky cleavage. Vanessa lifted her necklace out with trembling hands. Mike stood again and took it from her. He fastened it around her neck, and then sat down. "Have you two ordered yet?" Mike asked. Vanessa shook her head no. Mike raised a hand to signal for the waiter. Consuela ordered for herself and for Vanessa, Mike ordered pretty much what Consuela ordered. As they waited for the food, Consuela started the conversation. It took a while, but Vanessa finally pulled herself out of her reverie and joined in. All, with Mike keeping the girls laughing and listening when talked about themselves, had a good time. Vanessa and Consuela were students at the University of Arizona. They were both studying pre-med. "So I have a couple of potential doctors here." Mike said. "Good. If more doctors looked like you two, I'd be a lot more cheerful about those physicals." Consuela looked at him through her lashes "And if we become gynecologists?" Mike gave her a broad smile. "Good for you." he said. "I here there's lots of openings in that field." Vanessa cracked up, and Consuela blushed from her tits to her forehead. "Smartass." But she was grinning. Mike excused himself to go to the restroom. While he was gone, Consuela shifted to another chair and leaned over to whisper to Vanessa. "If you don't latch onto this one chica, I'm going to grab him." "Don't you dare!" said Vanessa, surprising herself. Consuela went back to her own seat. "Remember-mija, you screw this one up, and I'm taking over." Vanessa poked her tongue out at her friend. Mike came back to the table and sat down. "Any plans for the rest of the evening ladies?" "Not really." Said Consuela. Vanessa gave her a sharp look. Consuela tried to look innocent. She didn't succeed very well. "When was the last time you two lovely lasses went to a carnival?" "Not since I was a kid," said Vanessa wistfully. "A few years ago." said Consuela. "Good," Mike said with satisfaction. "Would you two do me the honor of accompanying me to the carnival over at South 6th and 1-10?" The ladies consulted each other by eye. "We'd love to," they said in unison. Mike paid the bill and met the ladies out in the parking lot. "I'll follow you two down there," said Mike. "Why don't we ride with you?" Consuela wanted to know. "#1, because you might want your own transportation in case the evening goes sour, and #2, I rode here on my Harley, and neither of you are dressed for a motorcycle ride." Mike said. Vanessa perked up. "A Harley?" Mike pointed over to where his pride and joy sat. Vanessa and Consuela oohed and aahed over the bike, then they hurried to their car. Mike swung a leg over the seat of the bike and kicked it to life. Vanessa pulled out of the parking lot and turned to head for South 6th. "I think I'm in love," said Consuela. Vanessa glared at her, then realized that her friend was just^ being a tease. "I wonder what he has planned for us at the carnival." Vanessa said. "Does it really matter?" asked. Consuela. "Nope." Vanessa replied happily. Consuela sat back with a smile. It was good to see her friend finally come out of her shell. Mike pulled alongside them on his Harley. He smiled and blew them a kiss. Then he dropped back and swung in behind them. Mike tailed the girls as they swung into the strip mall par-king lot. When they found a spot and parked, Mike stopped his bike right beside them. He got off the bike and opened the door or Vanessa. Then he ran over to get the door for Consuela. With a pretty girl on each arm, Mike walked into the carnival midway feeling pretty cocky. A few rides later, he was feeling pretty green around the gills. Playing the games was easier on his stomach, and the ladies were still having a fine time. It was after midnight when they finally made it back to the ladies car. The girls put their prizes .n the car, then came back to Mike and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly. "Wow." Mike said. "Tag-team make out. I love it." "Well ladies, it's time for me to head home and soak in the Jacuzzi for an hour or so to unwind, so I will hopefully see you again soon. Provided of course, that you had a good time tonight." Consuela nudged Vanessa. "Will your Jacuzzi hold three?" the redhead asked. Mike bowed to them grandly. "Thy hot tub awaits." Vanessa and Consuela followed Mike out to his place down by Sahuarita. Mike hit the remote on his handlebars to open the gates, then pulled through and to the side to give Vanessa room for her Toyota. Closing the gates behind them, Mike got off his bike and opened the kitchen door. Vanessa and Consuela came in behind him, pleasantly surprised to see that the house was clean and tidy. "Why don't you two get comfortable in the living room while I go turn on the Jacuzzi." Mike left the girls to their own devices while he went out back to take the cover off the hot tub. "I don't know about you, but I didn't bring a swimsuit." Vanessa whispered to Consuela. The worldlier Mexican girl shook her head. "I wasn't really planning on wearing one_" Vanessa's eyes got wide and she blushed. "You're incorrigible." She said in a strangled voice as she tried not to laugh aloud. Consuela just sat down and took off her shoes. After a moment, Vanessa joined her. Mike came back in wiping his hands. There are beach towels in the upstairs bathroom," he said. "And I think my sister left a few tie on swimsuits in the guest bedroom to the right of the stairs." Vanessa and Consuela stood up together and started for the stairs. "Would you like something to drink?" Mike asked. "Margaritas for both of us." Consuela called over her shoulder. Mike went to the bar along the north wall and made a pitcher of Margaritas. He took a couple of cold beers out for himself. Whistling, Mike went into the downstairs bathroom and put on his swim trunks. Carrying the drinks, outside, Mike turned out most of the lights, leaving only a small black light to shine down on the Jacuzzi. He slid into the water and sighed as the heat started to relax his tired muscles. A little later, Mike turned his head as the girls came out of the house. They were wrapped in the big beach towels. As they approached the tub, Consuela dropped her towel revealing an impressive rack, and no swimsuit at all. Vanessa hesitated, but her friend grabbed her towel and yanked it away. Vanessa was equally bare. "I'm starting to feel overdressed." Mike quipped. "So remedy that situation." Consuela asked as she stepped into the tub. "Or I can do it for you..." Vanessa swatted her friend on the butt. "Behave." She said. Mike reached under the water and wriggled out of his swim trunks. Tossing them out of the water and onto the patio, Mike saw Vanessa blushing from the waist up. She quickly entered the water and-sat down so that the water was up to her neck. Mike stretched over and snagged a couple of glasses and handed them to the girls. Then he reached back and retrieved the pitcher of Margarita's. He filled the girls glasses, then put the pitcher on the ledge surrounding the hot tub. Finally, he grabbed a beer for himself. Consuela stretched out her legs and wriggled her toes underwater. "This feels heavenly," she said with a sigh. Vanessa slowly relaxed as she sipped her drink. This was the first time a man other than her doctor had seen her nude since that disastrous date in high school. '^ Mike rested his head against the rim of the Jacuzzi and let the day's aches and pains ebb away. Mike noticed a something on Consuela's chest; he leaned over slightly to get a better look. There was a small tattoo of Speedy Gonzales on her left breast, right above the nipple. "Nice artwork." Mike said. Consuela cupped her tit with her hand and lifted it out of the water. "Kinda cute isn't it?" She said. 1 had that done about a year ago-when I was a little drunker than usual." Consuela grinned at Vanessa, "Show him your tattoo mija." "Yes, let's see your tattoo." Mike added. Vanessa shook her head, but finally stood, turned around and bent over. There on her right butt cheek was a tiny pair of lip prints with the words 'Kiss My Ass' tattooed above them. "OK," Mike said, and before Vanessa could react, he leaned over and planted a kiss right on the tattoo. The redhead almost jumped out of the tub as her friend roared with laughter. Vanessa fell backwards with a splash, landing square on Mike's lap. Just for a moment, she didn't know what to do. Mike made the decision for her by turning her slightly and kissing her. Vanessa responded to the kiss out of pure reflex, showing a lot more heat than she was aware of at first. When she finally pulled her face away from Mike's, she was mainly aware that she was very aroused and getting more so. Consuela eased over and wrapped her arms around both of them. "Now this is the way to spend an evening." Vanessa turned to say something to Consuela, but the Mexican girl silenced her with and open-mouthed kiss and slid a hand up her friend's side to cover her breast. Vanessa hadn't seriously kissed Consuela ever before, but she couldn't help but kiss back, matching her friends intensity. Mike slid his free hand down Vanessa's belly. Slipping his fingers down through her pubic curls and dipping into her slit to find and toy with the bud of her clit. Vanessa parted her legs in reaction to his touch, and moaned into Consuela's mouth. Mike was getting very hard, but realized that the Jacuzzi was just too damn confining for three people. Shifting his arms to support Vanessa better, Mike stood up, holding the redhead as easily as if she was a baby. Consuela stood also and followed Mike as he stepped out of the tub and carried Vanessa into the living room, and up the stairs to Mike's bedroom. Vanessa had her arms around Mike's neck and her lips glued to his. When Mike laid her gently on the bed, Vanessa stretched out, feeling Consuela getting onto the bed beside her, then Mike joined her on her other side. Vanessa lost herself in the sensations of their hands stroking and caressing her, their lips on hers, on her breasts, and lower. /Vanessa arched her back as Mike buried his face between her thighs. His fingers spread her pussy Lips and he ran his tongue from her hole to her clit. Consuela was kissing her, their tongues twining and sliding together, and Consuela's hands were stroking her breasts, lightly tweaking her nipples and tracing circles with her nails around her puffy aureole. Vanessa let herself rise on the wave of her impending climax until Mike's tongue pushed her up and over the top, her orgasm sweeping through her like an ongoing explosion. As Vanessa bucked and twisted in the throes of her climax, Consuela swung around to bring her pussy close to Vanessa's face. Vanessa grabbed her friend's hips and pulled her close, letting her tongue explore another woman's pussy for the first time. Mike continued eating Vanessa; he liked the way her salty/tangy juices tasted. Consuela came almost immediately. Not that Vanessa was doing such an expert job at pussy eating, but the Mexican girl was already super aroused even before the redhead started licking. When Consuela rolled away from Vanessa's frantically probing tongue, Mike eased up and over Vanessa, hooking her knees over his elbows to spread her high and wide. Consuela reached out and grabbed Mike's cock and guided it into her friend's waiting hole. Mike hissed through his teeth as his erection sank into Vanessa's incredibly hot, wet, and tight pussy. Mike held himself deep inside her for a long moment. Then he started stroking. Vanessa put her arms around him, digging her nails into his shoulders and back as she thrust her hips upward, straining to gat as much of him into her as she could. Mike obliged by sinking the last couple of inches into her, filling her with his entire 8 1/2" erection. Her breath coming in gasping sobs now, Vanessa matched Mike thrust for thrust as Consuela stroked her buttocks and thigh while Mike drove his cock into her. Vanessa shrieked and yelped as her strongest orgasm yet ripped through her like liquid lightning. As her vaginal muscles pulsated around Mike's shaft, her drove himself in until his cock head hit her cervix. He held himself pressed as deep as he could go as he spurted his semen to splash against the mouth of her womb. Feeling Mike come triggered another climax in Vanessa. She cried out loudly, and then went limp. Mike stayed in her for a few moments being careful to keep his weight off of her. Then he rolled off to lie beside her. Consuela moved around so she could reach both of them easily, then she spent an enjoyable few minutes sucking Mike's cock clean, then using her tongue to clean Vanessa's pussy out as deeply as she could slip her tongue up inside her. While Consuela knelt between Vanessa's thighs, Mike got up and moved around behind the Mexican girl and grasped her shapely hips. Mike thrust forward smoothly, and his cock slid straight up into Consuela's dripping wet pussy. Art Appreciation It was her request, that always gave the game an edge. The words came over dinner, with a coy smile and an embarrassed roll of her big, green eyes. "Can we play tonight?" His reply: "Of course," as it most often was. After the meal, he cleared the table and sent her to ready herself. In a few short moments she stood before him, powdered and perfumed, her auburn hair in pigtails tied with white silk ribbon (always a pleasing touch). She was naked, and he reveled in the sight of her. Her breasts full and glorious, her nipples hard and flushing deep pink against her pale skin. She stood with her legs apart, open for his inspection, and he noted her damp pussy and swollen clit already begging to be fingered and kissed. He drew close and kissed her hard twining his fingers in her hair and yanking her head back. He clamped his teeth firmly on her lower lips and she gasped and moaned softly . He lifted her head and looked into her eyes and noted them, wide with desire. For a moment he left her and returned with one of the folding kitchen chairs. He placed it, before her, the seat facing her. "Come here." Demurely, she obeyed. "Bend over, place your hands on the seat and keep your back straight, your legs apart displaying yourself properly. Again, she responded with wordless compliance, bound with cautious curiosity. "Now," he said--his voice was deep and authoritative, but under it lurked a playful smile. "I have to clean up the dinner dishes; I want you to stay here. If you utter a word, you will be gagged. If you move a muscle, you will be punished." He moved to the end table and picked up a plastic wineglass filled with small glass beads. She liked things that sparkled, and these caught her eye. How pretty they looked in the glass, like little jewels. He carefully balanced the glass on the small of her back, and she knew that if she moved, even the slightest bit, the glass would tumble and the glittering jewels would scatter about the room. Still, she kept her eyes down and focused now on remaining as still as possible. His hand stroked her bottom and then made its way between her legs to fondle her damp sex. The urge to thrust her hips to meet his hand was instinctive, but she caught herself, feeling the glass teeter precariously on her rump. He enjoyed the pretty scene before him, and quelled some instinctive feelings of his own. The sweet flair of her hips, the sight of her pussy peeking out at him as she stood, bent over and inviting, fueled his desire to a new height, and he wanted to take her, roughly, then and there. Patience, however, prevailed. He knew there would be a time soon when he would feel himself slide into her, her body yielding to his. Instead, he gave her bottom a playful swat. "Now, I don't want you to get bored while I'm away, so I'm going to give you a little project." He placed a white card on the sofa before her. "The other side of this card has a picture on it; I want you to study it. I urge you not to take your eyes off it. Why? One, I will be checking, and if I so much at see you glance away you will regret it with every crack of the 100 swats that land on your bottom. And, two, there will be a quiz later, and I think you'll want to do well." He smiled wickedly , yet there was a charming glint in his eye. She knew he was not joking and that she had better study the picture in every detail. Her mind, however was driven to distraction. This wouldn't be easy. She wasn't sure exactly when it happened, her mind drifting between studious scrutiny of the picture and wanton erotic fantasy, but something she did, perhaps a careless shift of weight; or an, ever so slight, involuntary thrust of her hips, caused the glass to wobble, and before she could compensate, she felt its base slide from her back and thud to the floor followed by the sound of the beads raining softly on the carpet. Her heart sank with the dread of some unknown, and now unavoidable, punishment; yet somehow along with that dread came an intensified heat between her legs. The ember was now fanned. He appeared quietly in the doorway, casually drying a glass. Before she could stop herself, she looked up at him as if to say, 'I'm sorry.' "Eyes on the picture." He snapped. She dutifully obeyed, but not without a silent, yet perhaps half-hearted curse at herself for looking away. Another fate, this one known, was sealed. "We'll clean up this mess when I've finished with the dishes. And, since you've proven to me that you can't keep still on your own, we'll have to give you no choice in the matter." He returned in short order with their toybag, placed it on the floor behind her, and set to work securing her. Her ankles were lashed to a long spreader bar, which was in turn lashed to the chair. Her wrists were similarly tied to a smaller spreader bar that too was tied down to the chair. A collar was placed about her lovely throat, and that also was fastened to the chair. Her position was the same as it had been, but now her movement was quite clearly limited. To further ensure her immobility, he added a pair of nipple clamps to the already sensitive buds. He then weighted the clamps so that even the slightest movement would cause them to tug harshly at her nipples. He did the same with a small silver ring which he fastened to her, now, desire-slicked clit. It was, perhaps, only a few minutes, but the time passed slowly for both of them. Each trying to focus on his/her respective task, but, thinking more perhaps, about what thoughts might be occupying the other. The dishes were dried, and carefully put away. He entered the room and beheld her naked and bound body before him. He paused, struck again by her sheer beauty. Again he quelled an impulse. That desire would be satisfied, in time. Lifting a notepad and pen from the trunk that served as their end-table, he circled her once, removed the picture from view and lighted upon the sofa opposite her. "Time's up," he smiled "let's see how much you remember." He hooked a finger under her chin and brought her eyes up to meet his. His face was stern, but his eyes belied his true feeling. They sparkled with playfulness, and deep within; they burned with love, and desire. And so, the bizarre little pop quiz began. "How many people are in the picture?" He said, propping the picture up in front of him. "Five." Her answer caught in her throat slightly, as if she wasn't quite sure her voice would work. Her eyes were demurely downcast. He made a big show of nodding thoughtfully and then made a careful notation on the pad. "The man in the background is wearing a hat, what color is it?" "Red." Another nod, more scribbling. "What letter is inscribed on the goblet?" Her mind raced for a moment. She remembered no goblet. Had she missed it? It was unlikely. She felt as though she had taken in every brush stroke of the painting. She decided to take a risk. "That's a trick question," Her voice found a note of playful boldness; "there is no goblet in the painting." "Well done!" His face lifted into a smile, but just as quickly, it vanished leaving behind only a slyly cocked eyebrow, "but I'm sure you don't know how many tiles are on the floor." His eyes dropped down to the pad, trying to maintain a cool facade and cover the smile returning to his lips. He awaited her answer. She had none to give. She wanted to shout, "That's not fair!" She heard his response even before her mind formed the thought. "Of course it's fair. You had plenty of time to count them. I did. There are 103."She sighed a slight protest, and shifted in her bonds; the weights swinging and tugging gently. But, inwardly she secretly thrilled that he caught her, even if it was on a silly detail. "Well my pet. You performed well on my little quiz, but sadly, not well enough. You see, to pass this quiz, you needed a perfect score. I would, of course, accept no less from you. It seems we must improve your eye for detail. This along with your other slight infractions," he nodded toward the widely scattered beads, "will make for quite an active evening for you. Are you up for it?" Again he brought her eyes to meet his. She nodded shyly. "That's not a proper answer." "Yes, Sir" she said, almost too loudly, her voice catching in her throat again with uncertainty--or desire. "Much better." He smiled playfully, and rose from his seat leaving the picture and notepad behind. He crossed behind her and placed a hand on her bottom. She closed her eyes and wished silently that the hand might slide down between her legs; open her widely; expose her; and quench the desire that was slowly consuming her. Instead, the hand left her briefly, and returned forcefully with a loud smack. She always knew when it was coming, yet somehow the feeling always took her by surprise. Something that shouldn't feel pleasant, yet somehow, wonderfully, inexplicably, it did. It sent a complex shudder of intoxicating pleasure and pain through her that was only intensified by the presence of the weighted clamps and ring. "Let me explain the rest of the evening's agenda. First, a little lesson in the importance of detail. Then, a break to clean up the mess you so carelessly made. After that, there is the matter of your disobedience. And finally, you will be fucked." His tone was not unkind, not harsh in any way. It was quite matter-of-fact, yet it was oddly soothing and reassuring. As if he was telling her that while there was discomfort on the horizon, he had control over it, and he would never allow that discomfort to cross over into harm. In a strange paradoxical way, she felt protected by him. No sooner had she completed this thought, than her bottom was met by another loud swat from his hand. "Now tell me, my pet, how many tiles are in the picture." "One hundred-three." Her voice was clear but tentative. "One hundred-three," he repeated, giving the number an ominous significance, "that is how many are to follow. I want you to count them down for me, and so you don't forget, after each count, I want you to tell me how many tiles are in the picture. Do you understand?" There was a brief pause, she wasn't exactly sure she did; but, she reasoned, a negative answer might compound her present situation. "Yes." "Good, because if you do it incorrectly, or if you lose count along the way, I will simply have to start again." She swallowed hard. Perhaps it would have been better to admit her uncertainty. She took a deep breath and readied herself, and a heart-beat after, the first official blow landed. "One hundred-three/One hundred-three," She gasped. Crack. "One hundred-two/One hundred-three." Crack. There was no other reaction. Apparently, she had the right idea. She was relieved, and at the same time the smallest bit disappointed. "One hundred-one/One hundred-three." It continued. She lost count twice, the first time in the mid-sixties; the second, to her horror, in the twenties. Her bottom was on fire; her loins drenched with the juices of her own passion; and she wanted, with all her being, to cry out. If she did, she knew she would be gagged, and she wondered how that would effect the punishment. How could she be expected to count with a gag in her mouth? A dark, secret part of her wanted to call him on it--wanted to find out. A dozen or so swats passed, and she could no longer contain her rebellious curiosity. "No," she said softly, but firmly, the tiniest of smiles playing on her lips. He stopped in mid-stroke truly stunned by her sudden display of willful defiance. "What was that?" He did his best to cover his surprise by feigning indigence. "No," she said again. This time she reveled in the rebellion. She knew she caught him off guard. Her unseen smile widened, she bit her lower lip timidly and her shoulders shook with a faint inaudible chuckle. "Well now, for a young lady facing such dire circumstances, you seem to be awfully high spirited." He circled her again, slowly, and again he settled on the sofa. He looked at her gravely; but deep down, he too was reveling in her defiance. "Do you recall, my love, what the price is for speaking out of turn?" "Yes." "And what is that price?" "I will be gagged." The words came easily; however, it sent a sudden erotic tingle through her to actually say them. "Look at me." She raised her head slowly. He leveled his eyes to hers. "Say it again." "I will be gagged." He recognized the look she gave him, and the tone of her voice. He'd experienced them many times before over a chess board. This was no different; she was challenging him, pushing his limits, as much as he was pushing hers. "And so, you shall." He rose and crossed out of her line of sight. She heard a rustling in the toy bag, and soon saw the large black ballgag lowered before her eyes, and forced between her teeth. He fastened the buckle tightly, making sure his rebellious captive could not somehow slip free of the appealingly harsh device. "Now, we shall begin again." She resisted the temptation to groan aloud. "I certainly hope, for your sake, I do not lose count. And since you seem so fond of moving and making noise, I am going to give you the opportunity. I want you to moan and twist in response to this punishment. I want you to sway those fabulous hips, and I want to hear how you enjoy the feel of my hand on your bottom." She did as she was told, shyly, timidly at first; but as the smacks continued to echo in her ears, and her already-scarlet buttocks was rewarmed by his hand, she lost sight of herself and gave over to her task willfully, and with lusty abandon. Mercifully, he did not lose count. And the effort to make herself understood with the enormous ball strapped in her mouth sent rivers of drool cascading to the floor...which both humiliated and excited her. When the punishment was done, to her surprise, he removed her bonds and her gag. "Now, to the mess that's here, pet. We'll have to do something to clean it up." Properly chastened, "yes, Master" the repentant girl replied. He took the glass, which had been sturdy enough not to shatter, and sat down with it in a chair on the far side of the room. "Kneel to face me pet." She did so in the way she had been taught was pleasing to him, knees wide apart hands palm up on her thighs, in a gesture of offering, chest thrust slightly forward, and head down. "You are to pick up each and every one of these jewels, and bring them her to my feet where you will drop them in this glass." He placed the glass on the floor slightly forward of his booted feet. "You will do this on all fours, and you will take each jewel one at a time between your teeth -- not you lips, or into your mouth -- between your teeth. Understood?" "Yes Master." She said with just enough voice to be heard, her body blushing with shame. "After you drop each jewel, you will assume the slave squat position, you will say the following, 'Master this one dutifully atones for the mess she made' and wait for me to tell you to continue." The position was one she loathed, even the very name of it, and he knew it. It was a stress position, she would be required to squat balanced on the balls of her feet her bottom could not touch her heels in any way, and she was not permitted to use her hands, they were to be outstretched palm up in front of her. Less than a minute in this position made her legs and feet burn with pain. And the very thought of it thrilled her. "Begin pet." She did, and as she did she swayed her hips to please him, for she knew she was being watched closely. She delicately took the first glass jewel up in her teeth and crawled as seductively as she could, slinking like a proud feline. She dropped the bead into the glass with a clink, and assumed the squat, reluctantly but gracefully. She had been trained to make this transition as gracefully as possible, but that never lessened the difficulty of maintaining it. She met his eyes and said with a clear and sincere voice, for nothing less would be accepted, "Master this one dutifully atones for the mess she made." "Continue, pet." And so she did, over and over -- thirty-five times. She truly did not think there were that many beads in the glass to begin with, and just when she thought the end was in sight, her Master would discover a bead she had not noticed. Twice he left his seat leaving her in the rigorous, straining position, for she had no idea how long. Her lower body and abdomen were on fire, she glistened with sweat from the strain. As she progressed, her crawl became more and more wanton. In performing her task she gave over to it and crossed into that realm where she was and was not herself. She was not the self she was publicly, but the self within. Primal, sexual free of all her human 'baggage,' a simple thing to be taken. When her task was completed, she was taken, right there on the floor. Even he was startled by the effect the simple game had on her. She came with an abandon he had rarely seen, even in her. She noted that in her throes, she toppled the wine glass again, and wondered if she would be required to repeat her duty. The next day found the painting framed on the wall. She never passed it without smiling and feeling a spark of lust deep within her. She was glad her Master had taught her the proper way to appreciate art. And, so was he. Art Appreciation Consuela wasn't as tight as Vanessa was, but Vanessa didn't have the fine control of her inner muscles like Consuela did. Mike thrust in and out of Consuela with increasing speed and force. Consuela lunged her butt back to meet his thrusts. Soon Mike was pounding his cock into the very talented pussy of Consuela as hard and fast as he could. When he felt her come, he let himself go with a flurry of super fast thrusts. When he was done, Consuela collapsed up beside Vanessa and lay there panting. Vanessa was just as limp, Consuela's oral ministrations having brought the redhead to a shattering series of climaxes. Mike lay down beside Vanessa again. This time, he wrapped his arms around her, snuggling close as he drifted off to sleep. Vanessa rolled over to face Mike and put her arms around him. Consuela was already softly snoring and drooling into her pillow. Vanessa lightly stroked Mike's face with her fingertips and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then she closed her eyes and went happily to sleep. In the morning, Vanessa woke up curled up to Consuela's back, and Mike was snuggled close up behind her. Vanessa stretched her legs out cautiously, and wriggled over to face Mike. He was already awake. "Good morning sunshine." he whispered. Vanessa smiled back and kissed him lightly. Mike pulled away and slid out of the bed. He reached out a hand to pull Vanessa out of bed. Consuela rolled onto her back and began snoring again. Mike put his finger to his lips and took Vanessa by the hand, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and downstairs. Vanessa giggled softly as he pulled her into the downstairs bathroom and started the shower. "I have a burning desire to scrub your back." Mike said with a straight face. Vanessa had to cover her mouth with her hands to smother her laughter. Mike did indeed wash her back, and as much of the rest of her as he could, while she did the same with him. At the last, they stood in the shower kissing as the water ran down their bodies unheeded. Dried and wrapped in towels, Mike and Vanessa bustled around the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of the coffee woke Consuela, she stumbled to the bathroom for a much needed shower etc. When she came downstairs, she was wearing Mike's bathrobe and nothing else. Vanessa jumped up from the table and greeted her friend with a kiss. "Good morning!" she chirped. "Morning." mumbled Consuela; she was still not quite awake. Mike leaned over her shoulder as she sat at the table. He put a plate of waffles in front of her. "Morning." he said. She turned her face his was, so Mike kissed her and gave her tittie a squeeze. Mike sat down and started eating. "These are GOOD!" exclaimed Consuela as she took her first bite of the waffles. Mike pointed at Vanessa. "She made the waffles, I just made the coffee and eggs." 6 Vanessa shrugged and kept on eating. When the breakfast was done and the table cleared, Vanessa came up to Mike. "We have classes this afternoon, so we'd better get going." Mike pulled her close with one arm and kissed her hard. He slid his hand inside her towel and cupped her pubic mound with his hand, his fingers finding her clit with unerring accuracy. The redhead lifted up on her toes and moaned. "Are you sure you have to go right now?" Mike asked wickedly. Vanessa clutched his head in both hands and kissed him fiercely. "OK, I suppose we can wait a while." In the living room, Vanessa knelt on the couch while Mike stood behind her gripping her hips. Vanessa's red furred pussy was super tight, even in this position; Mike gave a low moan as he slid into her depths. Consuela sat next to Vanessa on the couch and played with herself as she watched her once uptight friend get the crewing of her life. Vanessa came rapidly, her pussy still supersensitive from the previous evening. Mike stroked on with a loping rhythm until he shuddered with his own climax. Consuela scooted her hips to the edge of the couch and grabbed her knees, pulling herself wide open. "Me now!" she said. Mike knelt beside the couch and guided his erection into her. Consuela clamped down on his shaft and sighed. Mike used his thumb LO rub and stroke her clit until the busty Mexican girl was yelping and talking very dirty and very rapidly in Spanish. Mike screwed her hard and fast, grinding deep to splash his come against her cervix when he climaxed. Afterwards, the girls cleaned up and dressed, Mike walked them to the door. "When will I see you again?" Mike asked Vanessa. "Sooner than you think." she said with a smile. "It seems I have a lot of catching up to do!" Consuela winked at Mike. "And I'll have to come along for another ride." Both girls kissed mike and got into the car. Mike opened the gates by remote control to let them out. As they drove back to town, Consuela reached over and patted Vanessa on the thigh. "You and me, mija. We're going to make him so much in love with you that he won't stand a chance." "What about you?" Vanessa asked. "He sure seemed to like what you did with him." Consuela tweaked Vanessa's right nipple, almost causing her to swerve off the road. "Don't sweat it. I'll show you what to do." Vanessa laughed lightly. "I'm sure you will." Back at the house, Mike was taking a shower. He was feeling mighty lucky. Two for one was more than he had bargained for, but he damn sure wasn't going to complain!