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Playtime Ch. 01

By: Pattie1007



Chapter 1(Carrying out our fantasies before the wedding day)

I suppose it all started a couple of weeks ago – just before Ray & Lesley's wedding. Lesley was so excited – she'd reached the grand old age of 30 and had thought that she'd never meet anyone and certainly not someone who she want to be married to. She's only known Ray a short time but knew enough to know that they were so good together and it was true love for them both. 

The only thing that she was currently worried about was meeting Ray's close friends. They were real 'characters' Ray had told her. She knew he was really close to them, especially Nigel, and trusted them implicitly so it was important to her that she got on well with them.

Hen Party – (Trish's story)

We'd all been looking forward to Lesley's Hen Party. She was adamant that she didn't want to make a weekend of it so we'd booked a suite at the Grand Hotel in Stratford, for the afternoon / night. However, Lesley wasn't aware of the planned 'surprises' we had arranged. There were 6 of us in total plus one 'extra' who arrived in the suite around 2.45pm. Lesley had been told to arrive around 3pm. 

The phone rang – It was reception advising me that Lesley had arrived and was on her way up. I met her in the hall and laughingly said "Hi Lesley, just want you to pop this blindfold on. Don't want you spoiling our surprise, do we?" She looked a little wary but complied with my request.

What Lesley didn't know was that we had arranged an 'Ann Summers' afternoon. Our 'extra' guest was the (male) Ann Summers rep. 

As I trundled Lesley into the room and removed her blindfold, she just stood there – gobsmacked!! John (our AS rep) had set out all his toys along the length of the table on one side of the room with the other side of the room being set aside for naughty lingerie.

She looked very slightly embarrassed but I knew she could be a bit of a party animal and would be game for most things, so wasn't unduly worried.

"Right ladies" he said "before you start examining the equipment, I just need to tell you a few things. You're welcome to purchase anything you want, this afternoon, however, there are a few rules that Trish has insisted on.

1. If you buy any toys, you must show everyone else what you buy and be prepared to answer a truth or dare question.

2. Any lingerie you are considering must be tried on and modelled for the other

3. If you need proof that the relevant 'toy' does its job then I will be happy to demonstrate.

"Ok?" Nods all round.

I then piped up "Firstly, we're going to have a great afternoon girls and anything goes! It's all totally private and nothing goes further than these four walls. And secondly, for the Gala Dinner later, you must all choose something to wear from the AS Collection. Doesn't matter what – because it's a private party later and we won't be leaving the hotel so you have no fear of being arrested" I laughed.

Needless to say, we all had a brilliant afternoon. The wine flowed and the sound levels increased. Never heard so much raucous laughter in my life…. Especially when Elaine decided to challenge John about the possibility that the 12" Vibrator could actually fit? I didn't think he was serious when he had offered his services but, without a second to waste, he had Elaine pinned out on the floor and, with a swift wrist, had stripped her skirt and panties away from her. 

At that stage, everyone had stopped breathing I think, because it went really quiet. That didn't last for long because you could tell they had all started breathing a bit heavier in anticipation….. 

Elaine just lay there and said "You may need some of that lubrication that you sell John? Because there's no way you're coming near me without it" she sniggered. 

At that John knelt up in front of her – his hand moving downwards towards his pants and reached inside. He was obviously a little aroused himself because when he drew his hand out, his fingers were shiny with his own juices. He then shuffled his knees in order to widen Elaine's legs for easier access and began to smear his juice around her pussy opening. 

Well, we were all on the edge of our seats now… 

He then moved forward with the huge vibrator in his right hand, his left stroking her pussy lips and working his juices further inside her. Little by little we watched as the vib disappeared, deep into her pussy. The look of ecstasy in Elaine's face just said it all. 

After a while John said "Have I proved it works ladies?" 

Well I don't think I've ever seen so many vibrators being sold in one afternoon…..

Looking around at the others I could see they were having fun. I noticed Ruth had picked up an electrical clip – designed for stimulating either the nipples or clit! The way she was studying it made me think she had seen this before. I watched as she approached John to make her purchase. 

"Ok Ruth – What would you like? Truth or Dare?" I asked. The room went quiet.

She thought for a minute and then said 'truth'. We all sat around her on the floor in a circle. 

"Right, let's see?" I said. "We all want to know whether you have used those nipple clamps before and when?

She was a little hesitant but proceeded to tell us her 'story'.

Roger, her husband of 11 years, had been complaining that their sex life was getting boring and she had, once or twice, caught him eyeing up the lady next door. Their bedroom window faces the neighbour's bedroom window and she was sure he was spying on Lucy next door, when she gets out of the bath.

She was due to go up to London for a training course the following week. This finished early so, on her way home she decided to go into one of the many sex shops to see if there was anything she could buy to 'get him going'. 

Once inside, an assistant asked her did she have anything in mind? Having said no, he brought her along to the accessories counter and pointed out the nipple clamps. She'd obviously not seen them before and told him so. 

(At that point, she became very agitated and tried to stop the conversation…) 

"Come on Ruth" we all said. "If you don't finish off your story you'll be given a dare – and, trust me, that will be far worse." 

So she continued: 

It seems that he offered to show her how they work and brought her into the changing room, asked her to remove her clothes. Once she was naked (and very embarrassed) he started to rub her nipples. 

"We need them a little longer madam" he told her, a glint in his eye.

Well this really turned her on – the fact that she was standing in a shop in daylight in the middle of London – naked and being felt up by a handsome young man – young enough to be her son! 

Once he had achieved his aim, he quickly attached the metal to each nipple and then flicked the switch. Well, the jolt she got nearly made her orgasm immediately. This felt fantastic.

"They're not just for nipples madam" he advised.

Looking a little bewildered, she asked him where else they were for? 

He made her sit down, legs wide apart and proceeded to rub his finger up and down her slit…her pussy lips getting more and more swollen. Suddenly he moved the third metal clip and attached it to her swollen clit. 

What must she look like? she thought…..Stretched across her belly were 2 wires connected to her nipples and another stretched down to her pussy. Needless to say, when he flicked the switch her whole body spasmed…..

We couldn't believe what we were hearing…Out of all of us, Ruth had been married the longest and was probably, we thought, the most conservative of us all.

"And the rest, they say, is history" said Ruth. "I brought them home, tried them out with Roger and he loved them. Our sex life has never been better" she blushed. "We have a regular monthly trip to London to see what else we can buy".

Having totally dissected the toy range, we all moved over to the other side of the room to see what we could wear for the evening dinner. 

One thing that did surprise me though was my friend Kath. She was a very quiet and shy lady and I wasn't sure how she would handle these 'activities'. Well, I needn't have worried – because, after downing a couple of glasses of wine (Dutch courage I think lol) she was volunteering to be first up to try on the sexy lingerie. 

One outfit after another was tried on – inspected and either chosen or discarded. No-one was allowed to wear an identical outfit to anyone else's. 

"God, we were going to surprise a few people later on" I thought. 

I had already chosen my own outfit for later. A black Basque with attached suspenders….black silky stockings and 4" heels. The thing that I liked about this particular outfit was the fact that it only had quarter cups on the Basque. I was quite proud of my 36DD breasts and the fact that I had long nipples, so when I tried this one on, I was delighted to see the look of shocked faces around me. The bra cups just rested underneath my breasts and made my exposed nipples look even longer… 

"Is that a look of lust of Ann's face? I knew she had a boyfriend but could she be Bi?"

I thought I may shock (that was the idea!!) but Kath totally blew me away with her choice. A White lacy Body with cut outs for her breasts and pussy. There were no attached stockings but she intended wearing white silk hold ups. To complete her outfit she chose to wear a pair of long white silk gloves and no jewellery.

Stag Party – (Nigel's story)

Our mate Ray was getting married at long last. He had obviously chosen well cos we'd never seen him happier. He was always whittering on about 'Lesley' this and 'Lesley' that. Good luck to him though. He was a good mate and deserved this good fortune. 

Ray had told us that he didn't want a big fuss for his stag 'do' so I'd told him we'd arrange something pretty conservative and because we were good mates and had known him a long time he trusted us ………. hehehe.

The afternoon was ours, then we were arranging to meet up with the girls later on, at the Grand Hotel for a Gala Dinner. That suited us! We were a horny lot and were always up for a little 'stimulation'…

I'd told the lads to meet up at our local – 'The Dragon' in Warwick, at lunchtime. I picked Ray and his brother Frank on the way. 

"What we doing then Nig" Ray asked. 

"Oh just a few beers in the pub Ray then we're off to the Cricket Club. They're showing the England Friendly match on the Big Screen. Ok?" said Nig. 

"Yes – great!" replied Ray (I'm sure he was a little disappointed). 

"You didn't want any fuss did you?" I said. 

"No, that's fine by me" he replied.

What he didn't know was that we had all clubbed together to hire out the smaller, more private function room at the cricket club. Paul, one of our mates, knew of a set of twins who, for the right price, done a stage act together. So we booked them for a couple of hours.

Well, as normal, when we all got together, we had a good laugh in the local. We'd all been to school together (except for Ray's brother Frank who was a year or two older) so we were all pretty comfortable with each other. We all tended to tell the others of our current love lives – or lack of in some cases lol – what turned us on etc.

By the time 3 o clock came round and we'd moved on to the cricket club but were finding it difficult to stop Ray drinking too much and passing out. We wanted him to enjoy his last nights of freedom!! 

We'd manoeuvred Ray so that he was sitting in front of us when, suddenly the lights went out and 2 stunning young ladies appeared in front of Ray. They were identical and dressed very scantily with stretched tank tops and short (very short) skirts and little else. I could see Ray's eyes light up. 

"Yes!" I thought "I knew I'd done the right thing."

The music was turned up louder and they twisted and gyrated all around him…trailing their hands all over him. We all stood back a little so he could enjoy. 

Whilst one of them danced the other was slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt and trousers. They each took it in turns and became more daring as they went on. Until, at last they had stripped him naked. 

I had to laugh – he just sat there with a smile on his face and nothing else. And, an obvious observation – he was rock hard!!! 

They looked across, turned to each other and started to kiss. Firstly gently, like sisters but then became a little more insistent. We could see their tongues flicking at the other's – both were pierced! Their hands moved in unison to each others breasts….peeling the other's top down and exposing their breasts….. 

They turned to Ray and leant forward… "Which would you like to suck first Ray?" said Clare. "Mine are the biggest but Carol has longer nipples". 

At that, Ray just moved forward and grabbed at both. 

They just laughed and took a step back. "You are a naughty boy Ray" said Carol. "We haven't finished yet". 

"No" said Clare, as she proceeded to remove her skirt – nothing underneath it. She knelt down in front of him so her legs were spread wide and started to stroke her shaven pussy. 

Carol, not to be outdone, reached around her and unclipped the button on her skirt and let it drop. Again, no knickers! She now dropped to the floor on her back and slid along so that she was underneath her sister's pussy. 

As Clare leant forward to take Ray in her mouth, Carol moved her head upwards so she could lick her sister's pussy. We all watched as her tongue worked its magic along her sisters lips covering her mouth with her liquid.

You could have heard a pin drop! I looked around and watched as every one of the lads had their hands around their cock's, stroking and pulling to satisfy their growing erections.

Well, not to go into too much more detail, a good time was had by all. (And I mean all!). By this time, it was time to all go back to mine to get ready for the evening dinner. We had decided to all wear Dinner Jacket's – Grand Hotel! We knew it was to be held in a private suite but wanted to show the ladies that we could scrub up well! I had hired them and we were all going back to mine to get changed. No-one was absolutely pissed out of their brains but we were all pretty merry and well wound up.

Gala Dinner – to follow in the next chapter….

Playtime Ch. 01



Chapter 1

The Retirement of Snow White

Mairead stared at the blank screen, thoughtlessly pressing characters and then deleting them. She had sat in front of her computer over the last several months, trying to decide on the topic for her book. She had a journalism degree and had written hundreds of articles during college; one of them was for a rather prestigious paper. She was good at those jobs, but those articles were easy because they were assignments. She had her plot before the story began, and all she needed to do was research the details. Now, faced with the choice of any conceivable subject, she was overwhelmed into inaction.

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In her youth, Mairead had buried herself in her studies. She was the lone child of a single mother from Ireland, and wanted to take full advantage of the opportunities gained by coming to the US. They moved into an apartment when Mairead was eleven, and she worked hard to make her mother proud.

Being the new girl with a funny accent at a tough inner city school, Mairead's freckled face stood out among the mostly brown skinned student population. To make matters worse, she matured earlier than the other girls and their jealousy often manifested itself in nasty pranks. Mairead's one wish during puberty was to be invisible, and in the years since, everything about her had evolved to camouflage her from the world. 

Her clothing was the first layer of her defense. Work attire was a dark colored pants suit with the jacket long enough to hide her backside and her blouses never revealed any cleavage. Weekend clothes consisted of layered tops with baggy jeans, but she was most comfortable in an old brown terry robe which she wore around the house. 

She stuck to the fundamentals of good personal hygiene, and made sure she was always neat and presentable. Her one touch of femininity was the long dark auburn hair, but that too was part of the design. The natural bright shade of red hair was dyed and its length was used to hide her face.

On the job, Mairead tried to appear confident by following all the rules. She stood straight, always gave a firm handshake, and looked people in the eye and smiled while speaking with them. Yet she was never seen without an armful of papers, clutching them to her chest. Her voice was tight and controlled, despite her efforts to sound carefree. No one in the office knew it, but she was hurting and insecure inside. Mairead had begun to ponder her choices over the years. She had forgone friends and dating, and now at the age of 34, she was realizing the mistake in ignoring the social part of her life. Throughout the years she would begin to feel uncomfortable if a person grew too close. 

She had no personal connections with the younger women at work. All or their conversations were either bragging about the sexual escapades of the prior weekend or planning escapades for the upcoming weekend. Mairead had no stories to share and was usually left out. So she mostly kept to her job, punching the clock each day.

Outside the office, Mairead did have two friends. They were mature enough to see the person she was inside, and they didn't make her feel left out, despite her lack of life's experiences. Their busy schedules only allowed them all to get together every few weeks, but they made sure to carve out a girls' night whenever they found the time. It was during one of these girls' nights that Mairead's idea for her book came to life. 

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The movie was about a young Asian woman who was given to an older land baron as payment of her family's debt to him. She was scared and resistant at first, but as a concubine, she learned that she could use sex to her advantage, and ultimately used it to gain wealth and status. By the end of the film, the woman saves her father from prison by virtue of her social status. At first he does not recognize her, and when he finally learns the truth, he is disappointed in her. It turned out, however, that she was quite unapologetic and not embarrassed about her past. It was very women's lib for such an old movie.

"Wow," Mairead said as the ending credits rolled. "She was so determined in the way she used sex to improve her life. I don't think I could use sex like that."

"Me either," chimed Angie, a slim fit bleach blonde of 38. She was married to a rising star at a major law firm, but didn't work herself, so she spent her free time at the gym or the salons. 

"Oh my God," screamed Valerie, a 40 year old divorcee. "Are you serious? You are such a little whore and you can say that with a straight face? And I suppose you didn't use sex to get that Mercedes you have downstairs?"

"No way," Angie snipped back. "I earned my car, girl!"

"On your knees and your back, you ho!" Valerie lost herself in a cackling fit as the words left her mouth. Mairead could not help but smirk behind the hair in her face. It was always like this between the two of them. No one ever really won the verbal sparring sessions, but the back and forth was in fun.

"And I suppose your balloon job was charity for the homeless? Are you the VP of Cleavage now," Angie bit back. "Your title went up almost as fast as the CEO's cock once you started waving those airbags around the office."

"Don't be a hater just because you can't fill a sweater properly! You need more curves to keep hubby interested, girl!" Valerie tried to put on a straight face before the next sentence. "I consider my money spent as an investment in my career." 

"I didn't know pole dancing could be a career," Mairead chimed in sheepishly.

"Oh shit, even Snow White's on your shit!" Angie laughed so hard she almost wet her pants, but Valerie seemed a bit put off. Mairead was already regretting making the statement, but sometimes she couldn't help but add her two cents. 

Angie's cackling had barely died down when Mairead changed her tone to Valerie. "What's it like Val?"

"You mean the boobjob? It's sort of painful right after you get it, and you have to relearn to balance in high heels, but..." she started to giggle, losing her feigned indignance. "But you don't need one, girl. All you need to do is show them off a little more. Give the boss a little peek-a-boo!"

Mairead tugged unconsciously at her robe. "No, I meant the sleeping your way up the corporate ladder. Did you really do that? What's it like?"

Angie jumped in, "Hell yeah she did! Remember when it was the middle of the summer and she claimed she had chapped lips? She was sucking so much cock she had lipburn!"

"I'm serious Angie. Stop it." Mairead turned back to Valerie. "Did you really?"

"Look, I was dating a senior manager at the time, and we were quite... um, active. But he wasn't in a position to aid my career, and we had broken up months before my own manager promoted me. I never fucked anyone just for a promotion."

"You considering sucking somebody to jump start your career, Mairead," Angie snickered.

"Oh leave her alone, you sex starved bitch," Valerie countered. "You know Snow White doesn't even know how to suck dick, she'd probably get fired instead!" Now they both laughed out loud.

Mairead was too embarrassed to keep talking. She took the last sip of the wine and then took the empty bottle towards the recycle bin. It was late, and this was the sign to call it a night. 

"Well, my single woman fantasy world goes back into the box," Angie said as she stood. "The American dream beckons; hubby, kids, dog, picket fence, yada yada... "

"Hmm, good luck with that," Valerie said. "All this talk of cock sucking has me in the mood for some me-time. Mr. Wizard is calling my name!" She made a motion as if she was riding a witch's broom, and all three of them giggled again. "It's been a while since I had the real thing so he's my man for now!" She turned her head and looked at Angie. "How about you, Ang? Getting any more at home than I am? Do you even remember what his pecker looks like?"

"You're a bitch!" Angie quipped. It was common knowledge that Angie and her husband had not seen much of each other over the past year as he was working his way up to partner. 

"Just tell me when you are ready and we can hit the clubs and bring home some eager youths and educate them! They can be sloppy and clumsy, but they definitely earn points for eagerness and stamina!"

"Some other time perhaps..." Angie mumbled.

"Well don't say I didn't offer," Valerie ended, then turned to Mairead to say goodbye. "The offer is open to you to honey. We can find you some little middle school kid so you two can learn together."

Angie laughed again; glad the focus had shifted from her. It was a long time since she and Darryl had any sex and she was beginning to consider Val's offer seriously. Masturbation was not doing it for her any longer and she needed to be touched.

There were kisses and hugs all around, and the door closed on another night with the girls. Tonight Mairead wasn't happy though. Valerie's comments had hurt. Mairead was feeling the pain; the pain of innocence; the pain of ignorance. She could not get the thought out of her head as she cleaned up and prepared for bed. Looking into the mirror as she washed her face, she took a hard look at herself and decided that tomorrow things will change. Tonight was the last night she would be called Snow White. She was going to find out what sex was like, and she would write her book about her experiences. It was going to be cathartic and educational at the same time. She was excited by the thought and was able to lift her mood before her head hit the pillow. Tomorrow was the dawn of a new day. 

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It was early on Saturday when Mairead woke. The excitement of her new research project didn't allow her to sleep, so she decided not to wait any longer. She turned on the computer and headed to make some coffee. She wondered where to begin as she sipped at the hot cup, and then she remembered the news. There was some story about a guy using Eds List to find prostitutes. That seemed like a good place to start, so her fingers went to the keyboard and her journalist instincts took over.

Following the links to the closest major city to her town was easy enough. Clicking through the options, she found the personals. There were ads from men, women, and some folks calling themselves T 's and CD's. People were looking for others to do all sorts of things. Were they all just desperate? How many of them were cheating on their spouses? Some were quite open about their infidelity, but Mairead was sure that many more did not admit it. 

There were many terms Mairead was not familiar with, but BBW was frequently recurring term, so she switched to another site to look it up. 

"Big Beautiful Woman" (commonly abbreviated as BBW) is a neologism most frequently used in the context of affirmation of or sexual attraction to women who are overweight or obese. Today, the abbreviation is often found in personal ads denoting an identification with (or preference for) such women.

"Hmmm, you learn something new every day," she whispered to herself. She stood up and walked in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. She dropped her robe and tried to see herself as a BBW lover would. Her hands traced the fabric covering her large heavy breasts, moving downward over her jelly-belly. She called it that because she felt it jiggled too much when she walked. Turning to look at her profile, she pushed out her chest and behind. "Maybe there is still a chance for me yet. There are guys out there who like what I have. I just have to find them."

Mairead sat again to continue looking through the ads. So many men were posting pictures of their dicks, but not nearly so many women posted nude pictures of themselves. Were those pictures from the men supposed to turn women on? Mairead had seen pictures of dicks before, but simply the sight of one wasn't enough to excite her. There was, however, that porn film Val had brought one night. There was a scene of a guy stroking his dick and that DID excite her. 

The masturbation scene had aroused her so much that her underwear was soaked by the time the guy ejaculated into the air. In slow motion his sperm sprayed all over the chest of a bleached blonde with overinflated boobs. Mairead watched, feeling her wetness spread, and feared her jeans would be next. The chesty blond lapped up the white fluid as if she had never had so sweet a treat; Mairead's eyes were fixed on the screen. What does it taste like? She shuffled in her seat hoping to create some soothing friction in her jeans, trying not to touch herself. Once man had finished she needed to change her clothes. She used the excuse of wanting to change into her robe, and exited the room while the lights were still off for the movie.

Mairead put a hand between her thighs to check her seat. The first time she watched the masturbation scene, her panties were far beyond damp. It was exhilarating and embarrassing at the same time, and it was happening again now as she recalled that evening. Her yellow cotton panties had darkened and her sleep shirt was feeling moist. She stood to slip off her panties, and tossed them towards the bedroom door as she sat back down. They landed on the floor with a wet splat. She always got very wet when aroused and had wondered if it was normal. She couldn't imagine women soaking through their clothing every time they got turned on.

She leaned back in the computer chair and spread her feet apart in her usual position. She closed her eyes and envisioned the man stroking himself again. His dick was long and thick and curved upwards towards his stomach. She remembered staring at the purple head sliding back and forth through his hand. The balloon chested bimbo knelt on the floor in front of him; mouth wide open, like a young bird waiting to be fed by its mother. The bimbo's dark red nails scratched at the man's testicles as he stroked himself, telling him how much she wanted him to cum all over her. 

Mairead's hands moved faster and the wet rhythmic sounds grew louder. Her small nipples stood up beneath the sleep shirt as she massaged the side of her breast. She squeezed as if milking herself, sending waves of electricity directly to her clit as shivers of lust danced down her spine. She felt highly aroused this morning, and every touch seemed that much more charged. 

She typed in the web address of a porn site the girls had shown her and opened the first video with 'masturbation' in the title. There was a long haired brunette kneeling before a man with both hands on his cock. His lubricated dick glistened and stood straight out above his sack. The woman's hands twisted and slid about its length, her fingers barely able to close completely around his girth. 

"SHE was stroking HIM", Mairead thought out loud, becoming even more aroused by the idea. The brunette was passionate in her efforts and spoke to the man as she looked up at his face. She wanted him to cum on her, almost begging him to conclusion. She licked and sucked his balls, seemingly wanting to swallow one whole, but she never slowed the pace of her hands. It wasn't long before the man's hips matched her tempo and groans were heard from his throat. Mairead was fascinated and her clit was on fire as her fingers played faster and faster. The buttons of her sleep shirt were ripped open and Mairead pinched and tugged mercilessly at her pink nipples. She opened her mouth to mimic licking his balls. They dangled from his body, swaying with every stroke of his hard cock. "Give me your cum," Mairead echoed, "Cum on my tits!" 

The swelling orgasm rose in her lower back as the man proclaimed he was about to cum. Mairead's feet rose from the floor and she bit down on a hard nipple, never taking her eyes off the screen. The man's hips jerked forward as he groaned loudly, and the fluid sprayed from the end of his prick. "Yes, yes! That's it baby," the brunette cheered. "Give it to me; give me all that juicy cum!" Her pace quickened as she milked every last drop from him, catching some in her mouth, and then allowing it to drip down her chin. She continued to coax him on, and never missed a stroke. 

Mairead was immediately consumed. The onrush of orgasm was fast and harsh; the violent shaking almost knocking her from the chair. Her fingers were as deep inside as she could bear and she felt her vaginal muscles tighten their grip. Her teeth had clenched on a nipple and the electric charge was more than she could endure. Her legs flailed in the air teetering her on the edge of the seat, but she managed to get a foot to the floor before losing her balance. The orgasm was intense, but she wasn't yet satisfied. She continued to work her swollen clit, squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. It wasn't long before the aftershocks were sending more tremors through her body, finally leaving her fulfilled and exhausted. 

It was not uncommon for Mairead to find drops of pleasure, as she called them, on the floor after playing in this chair, but this time it was more of a puddle. Both hands were dripping with her cum and the sleep shirt was soaked to the waist. "Wow," she exhaled as the final shivers concluded. "Oooooh, I think I'm going to like writing this book."



Playtime Ch. 01



Prologue

I was lonely. I looked around the big house and thought about how happy my parents and grandparents had been here. My mother had attracted my father with her good looks and sweet nature, but had held him with her knowledge of how to gently dominate him. He had been more than willing to go along with her, and they had loved one another deeply. He had died before I'd been born, and my mother had been devastated. She had never gotten over his death, and had passed away before my fifteenth birthday, when she had finally decided she couldn't live without him.

Joyce just held me. We'd been together since we'd both been sixteen, and all alone in the world. I was just recovering from my grandmother's death, and she had been running from a domineering mother. I'd found her living on the streets and brought her into my home, and we'd become best friends. She had brought her own special knowledge to my little family, and I'd given her the time, opportunities, and attention she hadn't had in her mother's house.

We'd finished high school and gone through college, she in accounting and I in history, and now had come back to my hometown to make my family's house a home once more. With us, we'd brought baby, Joyce's lover and often times submissive. He was a man who had been blessed with many abilities and an abundance of good sense. Older than us by almost four years, he served our household as housekeeper, occasionally chef, and adviser.

The only problem was that I hadn't found someone I could love and take care of like Joyce and baby. There was only one way I knew of to remedy that. I'd seen the man I wanted, and now I just had to acquire him.





Playtime Ch. 01



Why I Hate the Beach

Rikki hated the beach. She hated the grainy feel of the sand between her toes. She hated the crowds pushing and yelling and making her feel trapped. She hated being out there with all those people in her bikini. Like most 20 year olds Rikki was under the misinformed assumption that she was not attractive if she even had a little weight on her body. If she were more objective she would have seen she was a tall leggy blond with a beautiful full face. Not to mention a cute little B Cup rack the bikini displayed to perfection. 

So why was she here if she hated it so much? Well that was simple. He was here. Michael was the guy. The guy that every woman in town wanted to be with. He was tall, dark and yes handsome. A quarterback in high school he did everything he could to stay in shape. And oh god what a shape it was. Today he was in the middle of a beach volleyball game with his friends. Sweat rolled down his muscular chest as he spiked the ball across the net.

"Hey Michael," she said walking up.

"Oh hey, Rikki."

"You look like you're having fun."

"Oh yeah, you know it. I love trashing these jerkwads."

"Ha ha," his friend, and opponent, remarked.

"Well maybe when you're done we can hang out a little," she asked awkwardly.

"Sure, sounds great."

"But Mikey you promised to hang out with me today."

Oh god that nasally little voice.

"Veronica."

Veronica was a bimbo. There was no other thing to call her. She wore clothes two sizes too small in an effort to emphasize her artificial assets. She flung herself at everything with a pulse and a penis and her IQ rivaled that of an ant. 

"We can all hangout together," Michael said not really paying attention.

"I wouldn't want to be a third wheel," Rikki replied.

"Good then leave," Veronica snapped.

"Why don't you make me, skank?"

The two women got up into each other's face and began to stare each other down. Then the shoving started. Rikki stumbled backwards right into Michael's elbow. 

"Oh Rikki I'm so sorry."

"It's OK, It's OK," she lied stumbling away.

She tripped over a piece of driftwood at her feet and fell ass first into a cooler. Everyone laughed. Rikki could feel her face begin to burn. Two women helped her to her feet. 

"Come on," one of them told her.

As they helped her walk away from the laughing crowd one of the women turned back to look at a laughing Veronica.

"Watch out for that one," she yelled, "she told me she was ovulating and was gonna get her self a baby daddy today!"

"No I did not!"

But Michael was already backing away from her along with the other men.

The women walked Rikki down the beach to a near by Jeep.

"Where are we going?"

"We're gonna drive you down the beach a bit away from those assholes."

"You don't have to do that."

"Please, it's no problem, just let us help."

So embarrassed, soar, and frankly a little vulnerable she agreed. They helped Rikki into the backseat and drove off. God she could never show her face around here again. That was by the far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her.

The Jeep rolled to a stop. She had been lost in thought she hadn't really paid attention to where they were going. The others were nowhere to be seen. In fact there was no one around. The only sign of life was an underused dock with a motorboat moored to it. 

"I don't think we had to go this far," she joked.

"Oh yes we did," one woman said.

"Can't have any witnesses," the other said.

"What?"

Before she could process what they had said the women were on her. They grabbed her and threw her onto the beach. Rikki screamed and kicked and hit and tried to force them off her. At one point she did and managed to scramble away on her hands and knees when one of the women kicked her in the ass knocking her over so the other could grab her. 

Producing rope they tied her arms and legs leaving her no way to move. They ripped off her bikini bottoms and shoved them into her mouth before wrapping it over with duct tape. Then they tore off her top and tossed it aside. One of the women roughly fondled her now bare breasts. She began whimpering behind her gag.

"She's perfect," the woman said.

"Let's go," the other replied.

They picked her up and dropped her in the boat. Starting her up they unhooked it from the dock and headed off into the sea.

TO BE CONTINUED ...



Playtime Ch. 02



Chapter 2 (When the boys met the girls....fun and games!)

7pm - Gala Dinner

Upstairs Suite

Well, it was nearly 7pm. All the girls had returned about half an hour ago – suitably 'dressed', for a glass of wine or two (to boost our courage)...I sat there just looking around. We'd excelled ourselves I think!

I loved my own outfit – Loved the feeling of silk on flesh...A real turn on for me! I'd dressed earlier in front of the mirror. Couldn't help touching my breasts. ..feeling their heaviness. I felt hot! And knew I looked it....lol 

Kath, now that she'd showered and moisturised, looked absolutely fantastic. Could fancy her myself I thought (But that's another story!)....White suited her dark Latina skin and, although she was only 5'1", her 34D boobs were very firm and perky. The peephole body was an ideal showcase for them.

Elaine, after her earlier encounter with a 12" dildo, had decided on a less revealing outfit. She still felt a little sore and wanted to give her pussy time to recover. She wore a red leather catsuit fitted like a glove. It had a front zip, fastening from neck down to below her navel– matching red boots with chrome 4" heels and, as a little 'extra' a short pointed tail attached to her rounded bottom...("Nice touch" I thought). 

Ruth, currently very much into playing games with her husband, had confided in me earlier on that she was keen to see if she was could do the same with anyone else? So her outfit was probably every man's fantasy. She wore a Nurse's uniform – practically moulded to her skin. The only difference being that, before putting the blue tunic on, she had nipped out and had visited 'Jonny's Place' down the road.. She'd had her nipples pierced (both), her belly button pierced and her labia pierced. A little uncomfortable at the moment but well worth it she'd said. As I looked at her, she stuck her tongue out at me – It was also pierced....(what's she like? Lol)

Ann, our closet Lesbian, was just wearing a long grey Mac? Mmmmm – "Very strange" I thought, until she shifted slightly and it fell open. I could see that she didn't have a stitch of clothes on underneath. Actually, I was wrong! She was wearing the minutest black silk thong. I only noticed because the straps were edged with black wispy fur and there were a couple of tassles hanging down which had little rubber balls attached to them. 

"I bet I know what they are for" I laughed to myself (knowing her penchant for self satisfaction).

And finally, Lesley! She hadn't had a say in her outfit. We had all sat down to choose hers for her. I wondered if she would have the guts to wear it but, to give her her due, she came out of the bedroom with it all on!! 

WOW!!! What does she look like? Does she realise what this is gonna do to her intended? 

To describe what she was wearing:-

Her 'outfit' consisted of basically, a series of leather straps - A Harness! Starting with a leather belt around her waist – A central strap extended up her chest, where 2 circular pieces framed her breasts, leaving them fully exposed. This continued up to circle her neck like a dog collar.. Below her waist, the straps fitted round the tops of her legs and cupped her rounded bottom, like a chastity belt. Both her pussy and her bum were again framed. 

That was it!! Other than that, she wore studded leather wrist bands with locking attachments to them.

I wondered what she was feeling at this precise moment? 

She must have read my thoughts because suddenly she said "I love the outfit girls – I'm feeling so horny!! Watch out boys, I'm going out with a bang tonight" trying to keep her face straight. I'd seen that look many times, on Lesley's face, so I knew she meant business.

"So ladies – Are we ready to party?" I shouted. This was greeted with a lot of raucous laughter, a few ribald comments and a rush for the door!

Although we only had to go down one flight of stairs, we actually bumped into a couple of hotel guests... the looks on their faces????? Lol

The Valentine Suite – Ground Floor

It was coming up to 7.15pm. "Where are they?" Nigel thought as he hovered around the door. He was feeling pretty uncomfortable in his DJ and he knew the others felt the same. They weren't used to dressing up – usually a pair of jeans and polo shirt was the extent of their wardrobe.

"I hope these girls are even a little attractive?"

Outside the Valentine Suite

"What must we look like" I thought... "God knows what the lads were going to say? " I could see that the girls were now a little apprehensive...Lesley especially! 

"Come on babes" I shouted "Hey!! You all look gorgeous – Heads up! Shoulders back! Tits up!" That seemed to break the ice a little. 

So, there we were – all standing outside the double doors, about to go inside.... We'd arranged for Lesley to go in last – her hen night!!!

So, I took the plunge and walked in the door (beforehand we could hear the loud party music, the men's chatter and the clinking of glasses). 

As we all entered the room it suddenly went quiet! You could hear a pin drop. There we were – me with my black, practically bra-less basque on – Kath, with her white body stocking leaving nothing to the imagination – Elaine, in tight red leather – Ruth, showing her piercings – Ann, seemingly a little overdressed with her Mac on (but undone!) and finally – Lesley, her leather straps bound tightly to her body, emphasising her full (and high) breasts and framed pussy (looking a little damp now).

Nigel was the first to step forward. He was the only one that I had met before. None of the girls or lads had ever met. That was our plan! 

Every one there tonight had a partner at home...but tonight we wanted everyone to really let their hair down and ensure that they would remember this night for a long time. Although we knew neither Ray nor Lesley wanted a big fuss, both Nigel and I wanted it to be a memorable night.

"Ladies" I heard Nigel say. "Welcome. Let me introduce you to the others. 

Frank stepped forward. "This is Frank, Ray's older brother!". 

"Thanks mate" Frank said "Older but more experienced" he replied, with a wink directed at Kath. She smiled back.

Frank took this as his cue to move beside her – his eyes never once leaving hers – looking for approval to continue his closer inspection of her body? She nodded! 

He couldn't believe his eyes - her breasts were straining to break free of the mesh on her body. 

The tightness pulling her breasts back forcing her nipples out even further, in front of his eyes. He travelled down her body to that special place between her legs – nothing hidden! It was like nothing he had seen before. 

No soft curls of hair. He was aching to move forward and touch those soft puffy lips..... that now shiny slit. He could feel his erection growing, becoming more and more painful – wanting release. But he knew they must wait...

Nigel motioned Paul to come forward. 

Paul was a typical Fireman. Very much a ladies man – always getting into hot scrapes. 

However, before Nigel could say another word Elaine moved forward, looked at Paul with a twinkle in her eye and said "I may need your help soon Paul. It's very warm in here and I feel a little warm in this leather. I may need your expertise (as a fireman of course) she laughed, "to help me get out of it?" 

Paul just nodded – mouth open!!. 

Nigel couldn't help but say "That's the first time I've seen our Paul lost for words! " they all laughed.

At that I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Ruth move forward towards Ian. "I know you don't I?" she asked.

He nodded "Yes – I'm a chef down at the Clover Restaurant in town. Yourself and your husband come in every month after a shopping trip to London, I believe". 

"I'm sorry if I sound inquisitive but its quite unusual for someone to come in so late at night with so many brightly coloured shopping bags..I've always wondered what you buy?" 

Well I was absolutely gobsmacked with what happened next. Ruth leant forward and very slowly unzipped her blue uniform to her waist, exposing just one breast. 

"Well I've recently had some piercings in London Ian, just like this one" as she gently pulled her nipple ring so it stretched her long nipple. 

Ian very nearly lost all control and could feel his temperature rise.

She quickly pulled the zip back up again and said "Would you like to know where my others are Ian?" 

He was lost for words.... I was beginning to realise that this night would certainly be memorable!

Ensuring that he would not be left out, last but not least Dave moved quickly across the room to meet Ann, who by this time was actually clutching her mac across her body. 

"And what can you offer me young lady?" he said. 

"A good slap if you come near me" Ann replied. 

Poor Dave! I didn't know but he was, by far, the quietest one of them all and had only plucked up the courage to speak having had a couple of drinks. He wasn't comfortable with women and always said the wrong thing. 

"Oh dear!" I thought.

But at that, Ann looked across at me, winked and took hold of Dave's hand. She turned him away from the others and we watched as she slid his hand inside her coat - making him run his hands up and down her body so he would know she was naked underneath. I didn't realise anyone still blushed.....

That left just myself and Nigel, Ray and Lesley.

"Last but not least" I said to Ray "Let me introduce you to your fiancée, Lesley". 

While all this was going on, I had been watching Ray's face and hoping he liked what he saw. It was pretty obvious he did – looking at the growing bulge in his trousers.

"Please everyone – have a good time tonight – enjoy yourselves with whoever you want, with the exception of our bride and groom". 

I didn't think with the state that Ray was in, that he would let anyone touch his lovely fiancée tonight. 

We all turned round to look at Lesley, who was approaching Ray. The look on his face told all! She was dangling a small key in her hand. 

"No – I don't think so Lesley" Ray said. 

She stood there! "Oh my god" she was thinking "He doesn't like this". 

In actual fact she had got it all wrong because he said (quite loudly) "I don't want those straps taken off. I want you – right here, right now!! 

Well much as I could see that each couple wanted to go there own ways, I could tell that they wanted to see how Ray would handle the fact that his fiancee was standing there, practically naked! Her body now glistening with anticipation.

He looked around the room and spotted the long dining tables covered with white cloths – One along the right hand wall – covered with a sumptuous buffet and the other empty. 

He grabbed hold of the strap bound around Lesley's waist and pulled her over to the table. "Paul, Dave, Frank – I need you here lads." They moved over to where Lesley and Ray were standing. 

"Can you lift Lesley onto the table please – on her back. Don't worry about touching her because before the night's out she will be begging for you all to fuck her!". 

So Paul and Dave held onto the leather straps that circled her breasts, both 'accidentally' touching her nipples in the process. Frank and Ray then took hold of the leather pieces surrounding her pussy. You could tell she was getting turned on because her once damp pussy was now dripping. 

"Hey Ray – she's ready for you" said Frank with a snigger, moving his hand over her belly and cupping her shaven cunt. 

As they all lifted her on to the table each one of them grabbed a limb and tied them to the corner legs of the table. She was so exposed! Her legs were so wide apart we all had no difficulty seeing her beautiful pussy lips.

At this stage I was a little worried whether Lesley was ok. 

I went to move over to her but was stopped by Nigel. 

"Leave her be Trish" he said "She's ok!" 

As I looked over to her she returned my look with a broad smile and a slight nod. 

"My God" I thought "she's enjoying this. 

Ray then walked across the room to the buffet taking various foods and putting it on a plate. 

"What's he doing"? I thought.

He walked over to Lesley and stood beside the table. 

"We're going to play another game lads" he said, turning towards the others and handing out several foods. 

They obviously knew what he wanted because, at that, Dave moved over to Lesley and began pouring fruit juice all over her tits. Ian placed Kiwi Fruit all over her belly, Paul – pineapple on the inside of her thighs and Nigel, pouring champagne all over her mouth. 

She squirmed and tried to move but couldn't because of her restraints. 

Finally, Ray took the bowl of Strawberries and inserted at least 4 directly into her pussy - one at a time, until she lay there with just the stalk of a strawberry sticking out of her cunt. 

He then proceeded to pour fresh cream over her naked pussy lips and moved forward to try to remove the strawberries, one at a time, using just his mouth..... mmmmmm 

Did we all want to do that or what? 

We watched him as every few minutes he rose his head – her own juices mixed in with the strawberries, smeared all over his smiling face.

Once we could see that he was happy, we all moved away. Although I would have loved to tasted her pussy myself!! (Again – another story!)

Nigel grabbed my hand and we walked over to the dark corner of the room. I wondered what he had in store for me? 

I didn't really know a great deal about Nigel other then he was an IT Engineer and good at his job (according to Ray) and never stayed in one place for long. Perhaps that was why we hadn't ever met properly? 

"Hello Trish" he said quietly (his voice sounding really husky and low. "A success eh?" he asked. 

"Yes" I replied, not really knowing what else to say. 

He just stood there – looking at me! His eyes moving up and down my body – especially my lack of clothing. 

I thought I would feel better for wearing 4" heels but Nigel was tall and still stood taller than me. 

For all of my brazenness earlier on – I felt a little embarrassed now. Had I gone over the top with my outfit? I have to admit, I had dressed specifically with Nigel in mind. 

As I said, we had met but only on a couple of occasions. The arrangements for tonight had been made mainly over the phone or by on line messenger chats. If I was honest with myself, I always felt really turned on after we had 'spoken' and wanted to look good for him – sexy and wanton! 

I think I had achieved my aim because he moved towards me and started to kiss my face, working his way to my neck, where he proceeded to bite me softly, sending shivers up and down my body. Then he slowly worked his tongue up to my ear, and licked slowly. Then blowing on it softly, making me shiver all over again, making me writhe with pleasure. 

Slowly he started to work his way back down my body to my breasts, where he proceeded to suck on my exposed nipples. Then he moved his hands to reach behind my back to undo the lace holding my black corset together. He was obviously experienced in such matters because after only a few seconds, my body felt freer as it slipped from me fully exposing the whole of my breasts. 

Reaching to remove his shirt and pull it off, I 'accidentally' touched his trembling body. I had lost control by this time.... starting to kiss his chest, lick his nipples, sucking on them and biting them a bit. I flick my tongue over them and blow some air softly onto them. He likes that!

I pull away enough to look up at him, showing him my intention of going further... wanting him to see the lust on my face. Then I start to kiss my way down his body, taking quick bites along the way, till I get to the waistband of his trousers. 

I pull them down and smile when I see his thick hard cock poking through his boxers. I push him back and take his cock in my hands, licking the tip slowly. Take it into my mouth and run my tongue over the shaft slowly down and back up to the tip. I keep doing that, listening to him moan and call my name softly, and then I move down to his balls. I take them into my waiting mouth – one at a time, rolling them around, savouring his taste. I move around a little and start to lick underneath him towards his bum, making him squirm a bit. Then I slowly insert one finger in his bum then pull it out slowly. I grab some KY jelly and put it my finger and slowly move it inside him again. 

Then I try a second finger, moving it in small circles, watching his face as I do this. I listen to him moan in pleasure, so I move my head over his cock and start sucking him again, slowly at first, my fingers still moving slowly inside him. 

Then I roll my tongue over the tip again, flicking, tasting his precum, wanting him to cum in my mouth, but not wanting him to cum yet. I keep moving my fingers inside him in small circles, in and out a little bit.... loving the reaction that his cock makes when I do.

By this time, unbeknown to me, the others had been watching us and had formed a circle around us..... watching as we 'performed' ....... There was no stopping now! The thought that we were being watched really turned us both on.

He moved me round – It seems it was to be my turn now...mmmmmm Moving his tongue up and down over my slit he slowly inserted one finger and moved it around a little. I try to hold back a moan as he inserts a second finger and starts to finger-fuck me as he eats me out. I squirm with pleasure, trying to take it all in, wanting more. He inserts a third finger, moving it slowly till my body gets used to it. 

At the same time continuing to use his talented tongue on my wet pussy. It's a very tight fit and I can tell that my pussy was going to be bruised in the morning, but I didn't care, it felt way too good, I didn't want him to stop, but I also wanted his cock inside me. He starts to move his hand faster inside of me, to the point where it's just enough pain to be pleasurable. 

Nigel says:

I'm going to fuck you hard babe

Trish says:

Oh please....

Nigel says:

my cock deep inside you - pumping

Trish says:

just like ur fingers are doing now.....

Nigel says:

taste them for me Trish?

Nigel says:

want to know that you taste lovely

Trish says:

mmmmmm good - but prefer your cock....I want to eat your cock....

Nigel says:

I prefer your pussy 

Trish says:

Want to take ur balls in my mouth

Nigel says:

mmmmmmm

Nigel says:

my tongue rasping along your slit

Trish says:

scrape my teeth against your hardness

Nigelsays:

probing your wetness

He looked down at me as I lay back naked on the floor. My breasts –heavy and reddened... my pussy – swollen and soaking and motioned Paul and Ian to come over! 

"This lady is acting like a prostitute lads – shall we treat her like one?" 

Nods of agreement all round. 

Paul then knelt between my legs, spread my legs so wide that it almost hurt and pulled his 9" hard cock out. Although it was obvious that he had recently used his 'tool' (it was very red and quite wet) he then proceeded to ram it inside me – hard and fast – again and again! 

"Oh my God" I cried. "Oh Fuck me please" I shouted. 

Ian, not waiting for him to finish, knelt over my face, forced my mouth open and filled it with his cock until I thought I would choke ....... 

What felt like minutes later I was covered with their hot white steamy juices.

As they moved away, Nigel returned and flipped me over on all fours... My bum sticking up in the air, my breasts hanging low under me. 

I felt his hand running up and down my bum inching its way inside me before – suddenly, his cock was deep in me, splitting me. I could feel the tears running down my face but urged him to carry on and on and on...




Playtime Ch. 02



It was nearly midnight, but she couldn't sleep. It had been a long day and she should have been exhausted, but she'd caught a second wind and felt full of energy. And horny as hell.

She sat at her computer surfing an erotic story site, trying to find something to read that would fuel her fantasies while she masturbated. As restless as she was, none of the stories caught her attention. She was about to shut off the computer when an instant message popped up. "What are you doing?"

She smiled at the username. What a perfect person to hear from when she was this horny! "Surfing porn," she replied.

"Seriously? That isn't like you."

"You're the one who gave me the link to the porn site, right? Didn't you expect me to use it?"

"Honestly, no. So what are you watching?"

"I'm not. I'm reading."

"Are you horny?"

She shifted in her chair, putting just the right amount of pressure on her clit. "Yes," she typed. "Very."

"Do you still have the toy I gave you?" he asked.

Her face got warm. Of course she had it, and she used it as often as she could. But she wasn't sure she could admit that to him. After a moment, he typed, "Well, do you?"

"Yes, I do," she said.

"Then use it. Have you used it since I gave it to you?"

"A couple times." More than that.

"Use it tonight if you're so horny."

"That was the plan." Though she wished he was there to use it with her, like he'd been the night he gave it to her. Of course, if she was with him now, she wouldn't need the toy.

"Then do it. Use it. I'll call you."

"Call me? Why?"

"I want to hear you."

The idea of him hearing her moans, of him listening to her cum, was a definite turn-on. Her pussy tingled at the thought. "Will you talk to me while I do it?" she typed.

"Of course. I want to help you cum. And I have a better idea."

"Should I be scared?"

"Never be scared of me. You still have your cam, right?"

"Right."

"Take your laptop and cam to your bed. Set them beside you. Then I can watch you and hear you on the phone at the same time."

He wanted a show? She'd cammed with him before, but his cam had been on as well; it had been mutual. This time, his full attention would be on her, it seemed. It scared her a little, but it was far more exciting than frightening. "You like to watch, don't you," she typed.

"I love to watch a woman enjoy herself. You know that. Will you do it?"

Throwing caution to the winds, she typed, "Yes. Give me a few minutes to get my cam set up, and then call me."

"Okay."

She unplugged her laptop, grateful that the battery was fully charged. After a few minutes' searching, she found her cam and took it and the laptop to her room. Once they were set up on her bed, she took her toy out of the drawer she hid it in and checked to be sure the batteries in it were working. She'd used it so much she was surprised the batteries weren't dead.

Her cell phone rang, and she ran back to the living room to grab it. "Hello?"

"Hello. Are you ready?"

His voice alone was enough to make her wet, if she hadn't been already. It had been far too long since she'd heard it. "I'm ready," she said.

"Where's your cam?"

"Hold on."

She went back to her room. "I thought you said you were ready," he said.

"I thought you meant emotionally. I just have to turn on the cam, and I'll be all set. Are you still on IM?"

"Of course. How else would I watch your cam?"

"Good point."

She turned on the cam and checked to make sure it would show what she wanted him to see. And to make sure no one else would be able to view it. This was a private show, just for him. 

"Let me see you," he said.

She clicked to allow him to view the cam. "Can you see me now?"

"Mmm, yes, I can. But you still have your clothes on. Take them off. I want to see your body."

Quickly, she stripped. Her nipples were hard, and her shaved pussy was so wet she could feel it on the insides of her thighs. "Is that better?" she asked.

"Much. Where's your toy?"

She picked it up from the bed and held it in front of the cam. "Right here."

"Use it. Touch your pussy with it."

She did as he said, bringing the vibrating head of the toy against her clit. At the touch, she moaned and closed her eyes. "Oh, that feels good!"

"You look like you're enjoying it. Tell me how it feels."

"It feels so good feeling this against my clit." She ran the toy along her slit. "I want to feel it inside me."

"You want to feel the toy?"

"Well, I'd much rather feel your cock, but since that isn't available..."

"Lie down on your bed, baby. Set your cam so I can see you, and put that toy in your pussy."

Again she followed his directions. When she lay down, it took her a moment to adjust the cam so it was aimed at her pussy. A moment that made her want to scream with frustration. She didn't want to wait any longer to feel the toy inside her. 

"I can see you," he said. "Your pussy looks so wet. How long has it been since you fucked anyone?"

"Since the last time I saw you."

"How long has it been since you fucked yourself with your toy?"

"A week."

"Do it, then. Fuck yourself." 

She spread her legs and slowly slid the toy inside herself. Her pussy walls clenched at it; she was so horny it would take her no time at all to cum. The smaller head rested against her clit, vibrating her closer to climax. "You look so hot with your toy in your pussy," he said on the phone. "Fuck yourself with it, baby. What would you be doing if I was there with you?"

"Sucking your cock." She pulled the toy slightly out of herself, then pushed it back in. "Oh, god!"

"That's it. Keep fucking yourself. Pretend my cock is fucking you."

She thrust the toy in and out, picking up the pace as she got closer to cumming, and was careful to keep the smaller head against her clit. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good!"

"As good as my cock?"

"Nothing's as good as your cock." She felt her orgasm building. "Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

"That was fast. You must have been a horny little slut tonight, huh?"

"Fuck, yes." She moved the toy faster. "Fuck! Oh, god, I wish you were here!"

"What would you want me to do?"

"Fuck me! Oh, my god, fuck me! Fuck my wet pussy till I cum!"

"Are you going to cum, baby?"

"Yes!" She looked at the camera; the knowledge that he was seeing everything she did was enough to push her over the brink. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Her orgasm hit hard, so hard she let go of the toy.

"Sounded like a good orgasm," he said. "Did you like that, baby?"

She took a couple of deep breaths before she replied, "God, yes. Not as much as if you were here, but it was good."

"Did you like knowing I could see you?"

"That was fucking hot." She pulled the toy out of her pussy and set it on the bed beside her. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes, I did. But I'm shutting off my computer now. You should get some sleep."

"Sleep?" She was disappointed. "You trying to get rid of me?"

"No. I just want you well-rested so we can do this again tomorrow. Sweet dreams, baby."

"Sweet dreams." 

He hung up. She shut off her phone and the laptop and cam, set them all safely on the floor along with the toy, which she would take care of in the morning, and curled up under her blankets. Now she would be able to sleep.



Playtime Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- Who is this Ed guy, really?

The discovery process of a research project always excited Mairead, but this time it was more than that. She had researched a wide range of subjects over the years, but up to now, none were for her own education. The personal nature of this research, along with the subject matter, truly had her juices flowing this morning. Like so many Saturdays before, she welcomed the weekend with some self gratification over a cup of coffee, but this time she could feel her clit still buzzing long after this morning's unusually strong orgasm.

Her sleep shirt slipped off over her head, destined to mop up her drops of pleasure on the floor before they marred the old wood again. On hands and knees, she unconsciously smiled as she rocked back and forth, dabbing at the spilled moisture. There were several older discolored spots on the floor beneath her desk chair. Mairead had told the girls that they were coffee spills, but her grin said there was more to the story.

In the mirror on the closet door, Mairead saw her heavy breasts hanging just inches from the floor. Large, milk- white, freckled pendulums swayed easily with the motion of her arms. She was unable to see her face from this angle, which gave her a voyeuristic sensation, and she found it surprisingly arousing. She watched a hand trace through the cavernous space between the breasts in the mirror. Lifting a single breast, the hand estimated its weight and density. Mairead figured it more than a bag of sugar, but probably not so much as two.

Youthful perkiness had lasted but a moment for Mairead. Blossoming early, she wore a C cup before finishing middle school. In those days, jealous girls accused her of bra-stuffing and pubescent guys looked for ways to 'accidentally' bump into her whenever they could. What was it about large breasts that caused so much commotion, she wondered? She knew that her 42Fs could easily cause a lot more commotion these days. 

Continuing its trek, the hand in the mirror slid downwards over a not so flat stomach. "Jelly-belly," Mairead murmured, squeezing the extra padding around the too soft middle. She sucked it inwards to take a look before relaxing again and rising to her knees. Her face was in view now as she traced her fingertips along her outline from shoulders to thighs. "Irish women are built solid," she said, flawlessly imitating her mother's heavy brogue. It was stupid, and she didn't even know why she said it, but it brought a hint of a smile. 

Leaning back with her legs folded underneath herself, Mairead spread her knees. Red pubic hair glistened with moisture and she ran a hand through the dense forest. "The rug sure doesn't match the drapes now", she thought, but even naturally, the color on her head never exactly matched her pubic hair. The saying seem stupid to her, but she realized that she didn't have much basis for comparison with other women. Angie was the only other live woman she had ever seen in the buff, but she shaved every morning, just like a porn actress in those internet videos. 

"I'm no beauty queen," she whispered as she pulled the hair back from her face, "but there are men out there who seem to like us bigger girls." She stared into her own eyes desperately wanting to accept the image in the mirror, "Now I just have to learn to like me." 

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She sat back in the chair and the computer screen stared blankly at her. Mairead wasn't sure how to move forward. She had so many questions, but was too embarrassed to ask her girlfriends. They knew she was a virgin, but she didn't want to reveal the depths of her ignorance. She thought it would be easier to ask strangers from behind the safety of her computer. It didn't matter if they judged her. She was safely cradled in the anonymity of the World Wide Web. The question remained, however, if people would be willing to help; teach her some things and open up her world. An ad on Edslist seemed the best place to start.

Edslist.com. It seemed an odd name, but Mairead expected it was just as good as any other name. Stanslist? Peteslist? Kieranslist? They each might have their own lists, but for now, she was going to use Ed's. Her mind was rambling as she sat back in the chair. Edslist.com. It was a simple name, but she wondered if the person who created it was really named Ed? The concept was brilliant in her opinion. A single place for all sorts of folks to connect for whatever; jobs, housing, general info sharing, selling and buying stuff, even just to voice their opinions on things; and it crossed the entire country. 

That Ed guy sure deserved a lot of credit, she thought. She wondered if he was sitting back right now in some big California mansion by the pool with some provocatively named umbrella drink in his hand? Was Ed a 50 year old married man with a beer belly that got lucky with one idea and skyrocketed up the social ladder? Did he dump his equally mature wife for some surgically enhanced arm candy? Or perhaps he was a young, single, ideas-guy , after years of toiling in obscurity, finally found the idea that vaulted him into the high life of parties and women. 

Maybe Ed was hosting another large party like he did every month with a bunch of girls in tiny bikinis frolicking in the pool. They must be the girls with fake boobs that are covered just enough to maintain a PG-13 rating. It probably looked like a scene from that cop show based in Miami. It seemed that every week the writers found a reason for the cops to apprehend some creep on a beach or at a pool party. Did everyone in Miami walk around in a bathing suit all day? She wondered how much would be accomplished in corporate board meetings if that was so.

"Hmm," she murmured out loud. "What if Ed liked BBWs too?" All of the girls in her mental image swelled up as the thought crossed her mind. Each skinny girl screamed at her sudden increase in girth. Tiny bikinis surrendered their PG-13 rating as they stretched beyond their limits. Climbing hurriedly from the pool, a dozen chubby girls ran screaming to escape further embarrassment, their fake perky boobs, now sagging with the added weight. Mairead couldn't help but smirk at the thought. "That's right; Ed's a BBW kinda guy and you skinny bitches can go!"

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"An email address...?" In order to post an ad on the site, Mairead had to supply an email address, but she wasn't about to use her regular ones. She'd have to make up a new one, but what? Then it struck her; it was painfully obvious. She started typing the letters into the free email server. 'I R I S H B B W'. It was her first public declaration and she said it confidently out loud, "I am a big beautiful Irish woman." The first step of admitting it was now behind her and she was ready to move forward. "Now let's see who is willing to teach this BBW a few things."

Mairead pondered several ideas for her ad, but finally chose to keep it simple and to the point. 

'A Question for the Men' was the title she settled on. She chose the 'strictly platonic' section for her ad with the hope that the guys here would be the most helpful without expecting much in return. The ad continued:

'34 year old female virgin wants to learn from your knowledge and experiences. If you are willing to help me, I'd love to exchange a few emails. Thanks for all your help in advance.'

It sounded a bit like an impersonal business letter to her, but she wasn't sure how else to write it. She knew that this was only the beginning and she would perfect her craft as she learned more along her journey of discovery. 

She hit the submit button, but Mairead knew there would be a delay before she could view it, so she decided to browse the ads while waiting. M4W section seemed the obvious place to start. Legions of sex starved men were looking to satisfy their carnal desires, but many of their ads contained codes and references she didn't understand. She was able to decipher 'NSA' as no strings attached, but 'FWB' was not immediately obvious, so she went back to the reference site she had used to find BBW, hoping it would help her now. 

FWB stood for friends with benefits, and the site defined it as:

Friends with benefits is an agreement between two people who are both friends and physically attracted to one another to have a sexual relationship. Neither party is considered committed to the other, and both can start dating someone else at any time with prior warning. A friends with benefits arrangement is not considered dating, a relationship or even casual dating by most people who use the term.

"Wow," she wondered out loud. "Do people really do that; just have sex without any real commitment?" She wasn't sure she was comfortable with that idea.

'Soccer Mom Wanted', 'Times are hard', 'Married man looking to enjoy life again', 'Let's meet for lunch', 'I need a release now'; the ad titles were not particularly inventive and she wondered how she could ever pick out a guy if she chose to. She assumed that most of these guys posted online because they were too ugly to meet women in the real world. The thought of those ugly freaks gave her a chill, so she checked back for her ad. Not finding it yet, she decided to step way for a quick shower.

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Returning invigorated and smelling like spring flowers, Mairead sat back at the computer and refreshed the screen. There it was! Her first ad was published for the entire world to see! She hoped that she wouldn't have to wait long before someone answered her; she could already feel the warmth of anticipation between her legs. Her email inbox was still empty, so she returned to reading ads, though barely able to focus as her eagerness continued to grow.

'Webcam Buddy'. That sounded interesting. She had only ever used her webcam for work. She knew that folks could webcam with friends, but she assumed this 'buddy' wasn't only looking to say hello. Was it just about nudity? So far it seemed that guys liked to show off their penises. This was probably the next step after posting pictures on the website ads. 

It was here that her research list would begin. She expected that new things would come up too fast, so she decided to keep track and go back to them at another time. She scribbled 'webcam' at the top of the page in the notepad she kept on the desk next to the pc tower. She wondered if he would really show his stuff to any stranger that answered him.

It had been years since Mairead had seen a live naked male. She had seen plenty of naked men in videos, thanks to Valerie, but the last live one was just after her high school graduation. Her mother was hosting a party that night, and there where a guy who tried to convince her that she couldn't start college as an 18 year old virgin. It was not so much the brilliance of his argument than her own curiosity, with a touch of underage drinking, that got her to give in. She had no intentions of returning to this city once she left for school, so it didn't matter if she was talked about; none of these people were truly her friends. She finally conceded, but as it turned out, the entire event was over before it started. 

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Mairead sat on her bed with her shirt open and bra unhooked as he nervously groped at her breasts, repeatedly asking her if it felt good, but not really caring about the answer. Behind a feigned smile, she nodded yes, hoping he would move things along. "They're so big," he said as he pinched her nipples roughly. "Are you ready to try now," he asked eagerly, again not concerned with her response. He was already pulling at this belt and his pants dropped to his ankles. He stepped from them and moved closer to her. "Do you like it," he asked as his excited penis protruded towards her chest. She could only stare, and her mouth opened slightly as she admired its features. 

Mairead measured against her open hand; it was shorter than the length from her wrist to fingertip; its girth slightly more than her thumb. It twitched in the air above her palm in anticipation of her first touch, and his testicles hung loosely below. In response to his question, she nodded slightly, but her eyes remained transfixed. Having no understanding of what she saw, she could only assume wearing pants made men very uncomfortable.

An overzealous hand awkwardly tugged her nipple again, drawing a squeal of pain. In his bumbling ignorance, he believed he was pleasing her. "Touch it," he insisted. "Take it in your hand; both hands!" Mairead reached out, drawing from him a gasp of pleasure. It looked odd to her. Something was not quite the same as the pictures in the magazine she found in her mother's room, nor the statues in the museum. 

"Rub it," he said his eyes wide with the lust of youth. She closed her hand and rubbed backwards from the tip. His foreskin slid backwards exposing the head, and now it resembled what she was expecting. Inquisitively, she took hold of his scrotum, gingerly testing the spongy contents. This part of his body was so different from the rest; his penis was rigid despite the looseness of the covering flesh; his testicles dangled from his body, seemingly not so solidly attached as an arm or leg.

Mairead's manual examination was already causing him to shudder. He stepped closer, grabbing onto her for balance, but Mairead did not realize that his climax was imminent. His breathing was heavy and his hips rocked as she felt his fingers dig into her shoulders. She really had no idea what she was doing, but he seemed to be enjoying it. She looked up into his face for some clue or direction, but his eyes were closed and his hips started jerking forward. The head of his penis suddenly erupted fluids and she was startled. Reflexively, she jumped backwards, but the sticky fluid was already dripping down her neck and chest. The white mess repulsed her and she grabbed her shirt to wipe herself clean, while he stood fixed to his spot, coaxing the last of his ejaculate on his own. 

She watched him to conclusion as his penis went flaccid, even with his continued manipulation. It shrunk to half its size, almost disappearing behind the surrounding hair. Sheepishly, he stared at Mairead as her eyes asked him what was next. Without a word, he grabbed for his pants and ran off down the stairs. In retrospect, she found it ironic that the front door not only closed on him, but on her sex life for several years to come. 

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The wait for a response more excruciating than Mairead had expected. She rationalized that placing the ad was the start of her new life attitude. She posted her ad in another city to avoid the possibility of conversing with someone she actually knew. It was all anonymous so no one would know who she was. Things were going to be just fine. She would think of this a just another research project. Before long, the familiar announcement of "Mail Call!" was heralding the arrival of the first responses. Her stomach leapt as she switched screens to see who had responded.

There were three messages waiting. She decided to open them in from first receipt to last which made Robsworld up first.

'A virgin at 34? I got something that can fix that!' Attached was a waist level picture of a man holding his penis in his hand. It was rather fat and veiny, and the hand was in desperate need of a manicure. 

"Ewww," Mairead was immediately put off and closed the email. She wondered just why guys want to show off their stuff so badly. It wasn't such a good start it seemed, but perhaps Kittylicker would have a better response.

'Millions of women across America are needlessly suffering from virginity when a simple cure is widely available and absolutely FREE! Contact Dr. LOVE and let me fill your prescription!!'

Quite creative, she thought as a smirk edged across her lips. It was witty and not as disgusting as Robsworld, but still not what she was looking for. 

Daddy4U wrote, 'Hello Ms. Virgin. I'm always eager to help out when I see questions posed to the men, but I never thought I would find a 34 year old virgin! I guess you are eager to catch up now so I'm willing to help with whatever questions you may have. Ask away. I'll do my best to share whatever I can.'

"We have a winner," Mairead cheered out loud, waving her hands in the air. She was excited and aroused at finding a new friend, or maybe teacher was a better word. She was going to learn so much! Her fingers went to the keyboard but she hesitated on the first hurdle; what to ask?

She typed slowly, 'I feel funny about this, but I'd like to find out about sex. I want to know what I am missing. I know the basics of how it goes, but I'd like to find out what else there is to know. What do people do when they get naked together? And what should I call you? Should I use your name?' 

Send. The blinking (1) next to her email outbox indicated a single message preparing to depart. It appeared only a few moments, and then disappeared. The journey had begun and she was left to wonder about where it was going to take her.



Playtime Ch. 02



Joyce and I were gone, attending to other things for a couple hours before we returned to our still somewhat reluctant companion, giving him time to rest and become accustomed to his current condition. The discreet monitor in the corner had registered only snores and our other ally, baby, had not noticed any distress. It was still cold in the deep dungeon room, but we had allowed him to use the warm blanket.

We brought other clothes for him, black silk pajamas that would keep him warmer and still allow us access to his body.

"You are coming along nicely, pet. Before you may have these, though, you will need to be washed. You're all sticky and we wouldn't like to soil new clothes."

Drawing a basin of hot water from the tap in the corner and collecting a cloth and soap from the cupboard, I started at his feet. He flinched at the sight of the steam rising off the water before I added a little cold. Avoiding the cuffs at his ankles, I ran the wet, but not dripping cloth up our victim's legs. I massaged them gently, allowing him to relax into the bath before drying him carefully, not letting him become chilled. I ran the cloth across his buttocks and back, drying them quickly, and then massaging them with scented oil, warmed in my hands, before turning him over.

Using both hands, I washed his jewels and pubic hair, and then pulled back his foreskin to clean even there. Once again, he seemed curious about our motives as I gently washed and dried him. After he had been attentively dried, I moved my basin up from his feet to by his arms. Cleaning and drying his chest and abdomen, I ran my warm, well-oiled hands over his cool flesh, his well-developed pecs and biceps. I didn't take off the black baby doll, but washed underneath, getting him clean all over.

When I had finished with it, Joyce took the basin from the bed, dumping it in the corner 'bathroom'. After drying him, I used deodorant, making him jump at the cold spray.

"Tilt your head up." I washed his face and gave him a drink of water, using an icy glass of liquid we had brought just for the purpose. "Much better. Now that you're clean, we'll let you have something to wear." I unchained his feet and Joyce slid the pants up his long, muscular legs. Relaxed and warmed from the gentle bath and massage, he allowed it, no longer struggling against us.

I cuffed his feet back to the black iron bed and uncuffed his arms. "Sit up." He sat, wriggling around until he could comfortably lift his arms.

"Did you bring me here just to treat me like this?" It was clear he hadn't expected to be kindly treated after we had kidnapped him from his home.

"I brought you here because I wanted you, my pet." The explanation was simple.

My friend slowly slid the black lace of the filmy nightie up his sides and over his arms. His small nipples hardened as it brushed against them. Drawing it off over his head, she pulled his arm out to the side and dressed one side of him in the pajama jacket, then the other.

He reached for her black clad bosom as she buttoned him into the garment and I slapped his hand away. "You will only touch when we say so. Is that understood?"

He pouted at us, a look which would have swayed weaker women. I fastened his right hand back to the post of the bed and bent over to pick up my chosen weapon. He flinched away from me, knowing what was coming. The whip grazed the exposed flesh of his belly with a crack, leaving a dark red line.

He yelped and cowered back as far on the bed as he was able, covering his exposed skin with his free hand. "I understand. Okay? Don't do that."

Joyce looked at me, her eyes glittering. So far, she had been the good cop to my bad, but she wanted her turn. "You will address my friend as 'Mistress,' and I am to be called 'My Lady.' There will be no mistakes in this." If he believes us, we're better actresses than I thought.

He nodded vigorously and whispered "Yes, My Lady." He was confused by her sudden change of attitude.

As I moved to lock him back to the bed, he whimpered. "Is there something, my pet? If there is, I need you to speak."

He blushed. "Yes, Mistress. I need to urinate. Am I allowed to use the toilet?"

I glanced from him to Joyce, then to the commode in the corner of the room. I considered his request, taking into account his freshly washed state and new pajamas. He realized there was always the possibility that I would not let him up and he would have to wet himself.

I hoped I would never have to resort to such cruel means, and that he would come to us willingly. I'd never had an unwilling playmate. As a matter of fact, this was the first time I'd ever brought in a playmate that hadn't been trained beforehand.

Cautiously, I unfastened the shackled hand and locked them both together in front of him. He sighed with relief. Loosing his legs, I helped him to the edge of the big bed while Joyce reached into the cupboard for yet another toy, as yet unused. Her eyes lit up at the thought of testing it out on a real, live person. It had a bulky handle with a long fiberglass wand attached and two electrodes on the end, making a very handy device for delivering an electric shock. "My partner is using a shock prod. It is safer than a TASER, but still very uncomfortable. If you try to get away, you will receive a rather nasty shock."

He turned to look at the long white stick and his already light skin turned a shade paler. He smiled slightly, as if in thought. "No, Mistress. I wouldn't even think of trying to get away." I helped him to stand and he stumbled. "My feet are asleep, Mistress. I can't feel them."

I nodded. "Maybe we'll have to make adjustments to our sleeping arrangements, then. Can you manage without my supervision, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress. If I need help, I'll be sure to ask My Lady." He was cautious about his new freedom, thinking it would be taken away before he could relieve himself.

Listening to the little noises of life, I remade the bed with fresh sheets and removed the cuffs from the foot of the bed, replacing them with looser leather cuffs, attached by long silken ropes instead of the short chains. There was a loud clatter and, as I turned back, a quiet moan.

Our captive had managed to throw his long arms around Joyce and was kissing her, mouth open, tongue twined with hers. His curly fringe mixed with her long, dark brown hair and he had pulled her close enough that he had to bend over to reach her lips.

I picked up neither the cattle prod nor the whip, but the smaller flogger that had served me in such good stead previously. Considering this a good test of both his and my control, I pulled up the back of the silky apparel and lashed at his back, just hard enough that he could feel me. Already enjoying the feeling of the flogger, he purred and kissed harder, pushing Joyce back toward the bed.

I reached around him, releasing the locks on the handcuffs, and she scrambled away, allowing me the sight of his impressive erection. I turned on him with the flogger again, and he stood erect in front of me, in more ways than one. "Move to the bed, pet. You need to be punished."

"Yes, Mistress." The look on his face was one of anticipation. He had learned well all that we had taught him in our previous session. He had no problem with the pain, knowing that there would be pleasure either during or after it.

I steered him to the edge of the bed, where he sat down. "Will you lie still, or will I have to chain you like a dog again?"

At his grin, I reached for the cuffs, dragging him across the freshly made bed to where he had lain in the center. I fastened his legs and right hand before reaching for the other cuff, which had dropped to the floor some distance away.

When I turned back to him, our companion had pushed his hand into his pants and was massaging himself. "Hurt me, Mistress, My Lady. I'm yours to do with what you wish."

I think he's mocking me. I rather doubted he was mine, but was ready to see what we could do to please him. Joyce scrambled for the door, stopping only long enough to close it.

"Please, Mistress. Teach me."

Why was he having this reaction? I'd expected him to fight us. It was my turn to be confused. I really hate being confused.

Enough was enough. He wanted pain? I'd give it to him. I reached for Joyce's abandoned toy and pressed it against his buttocks, discharging it into his body. He screamed and came at the same time, coming back to himself with a smile. I locked his hands over his head again, and, reaching for the little flogger from the floor, I dragged it again across his chest.

"You haven't learned your lesson well enough. I need to teach you not to touch when you're told not to." I looked him over, finding just the weak spot I was looking for. I pulled down his soaked britches and unbuckled one foot, pulling the wet and sticky pants off and leaving him bare from the waist down.

The goose flesh rose on his legs and I looked upon him without pity. His testicles shrank back against his skin. Well, maybe I felt a little pity.

Buckling the first cuff back on, I loosed the second one. He kicked out at me and I lashed at him with the flogger, catching him on the thighs. He shrank back from me and I smiled at him.

gYou don't need these, do you?" I tossed the blanket off the bed onto the floor and masturbated him to full arousal, doing with my two hands what he had tried to do with one earlier.

He struggled against his bonds, pulling at the cuffs above his head and turning his wrists into an excoriated mess.

I pulled up the skirt of my leather dress and sat on his thighs. "Shall I ride you now, or are you going to lie there hard and full until I come back?" Maybe a lesson in control was in order.

gPlease, Mistress. Relieve my distress. Ride me until I come." He squirmed with the proximity of my warm slit so near him.

I tickled his cock with my inner thighs. Then, I considered his request and his contrition. "Will you never touch us again unless we allow you?"

gYes, Mistress." He pleaded with me to take him. I slid my curly triangle side to side up the back of his erect manhood.

I once again brought up the flogger. "If you do, this little toy is the least of what you will suffer. I like the whip too much to leave you unpunished." I wasn't going to tell him I had never used a whip on my lovers before, although I had been taught well enough, and didn't intend to start now.

gYes, Mistress. I've learned my lesson, and will follow your instructions." He cast his eyes downward, as if with shame. His tears were those of desire though, not contrition.

I finally took pity on him and moved down his body, taking him into my mouth. My tongue ran across the head of his cock, causing him to moan.

gPlease, Mistress. Please, swallow me," he begged. I began to suck at him, still moving my tongue across his cock.

He fought the bonds once again, trying to reach for me, but unable to. I pulled my mouth away. "Remember, you are not to touch." I teased at the head of his manhood with my tongue again. I quickly lapped at it, making it stir the air before I backed off again.

"Please, Mistress. Just bring me to completion. I promise not to touch." He relaxed, lying back within his bonds, only to tense again as I brought my mouth back to his body.

Unbuttoning his pajama jacket, I kissed a line starting at the hollow at the base of his throat, around to nip and suck his pebbled nipples, back down to his treasure trail, then finally to his cock, engulfing it. I ran my tongue up the tender underside of his upright penis and sucked him like a lollipop once again.

Backing off another time, I continued to tease him, following the line of fine, curly hair up to his belly button. I dipped my tongue into it, and then started back down to his cock. I swallowed against him, causing pressure on his member in different places. He was screaming by the time I felt his jewels draw up and he came into my mouth. I swallowed everything he had to give and licked him clean.

I teased him gently. "We need to work on your skills. You need to learn more about how to make a woman want you."

He gave me a lopsided grin and nodded. "Yes, Mistress. Let me make you want me." I saw the glitter in his eye, and knew he was ready to go again.

"Better yet, I'll make you want me." I smiled down at him.

I unzipped the red leather of my corset and pulled off the white silk camisole I was wearing underneath. The cold air stimulated my nipples, making them stand out. His eyes rounded.

I brushed my full breasts against his hard chest and he hissed. I sat up, running my hands over my breasts, playing with my nipples, squeezing, pulling, and twisting. He ran his tongue over his lips. I pushed my breasts together, bringing them almost, but not quite within range of his seeking mouth.

gHow much do you want me?"

gPlease, Mistress. I want to touch you, feel your breasts, and taste them. I want to make love to you until we both scream."

gRelax your hands. You're going to be bleeding again if you keep pulling at the cuffs." I didn't want him scarring his wrists too badly, although a little bit might make him remember this night.

His hands dropped. He gave me a look that smoldered in its intensity. I leaned over him, letting my nipples skim over his lips.

gLet me make love to you, Mistress. I want you." He put his tongue out and I bent over a little farther, just enough for him to lap at my nipple. "Please, let me pleasure you. Let me kiss you." I put my lips just close enough to him that he could lick at them with his tongue. "Please, Mistress." As he begged, I knew I had feelings for him. "Let me kiss you, please."

I pressed my lips to his, knowing I was making a mistake. His mouth was warm and it opened under mine. I withdrew, and then leaned back to him. He pressed his lips around mine, licking at my lower lip. I opened for him and allowed his tongue to slither into my warm orifice. His hands started to come up again, and I pressed them back to the bed. The kiss continued as we played tonsil hockey.

Finally, I drew back, seeing stars. As I sat back, I could feel his erection against my backside. Before I forgot, I needed to get a condom on him. We didn't use them very often, but I also didn't have relations with strange men very often. Feeling for the pocket in my skirt, I tore open the foil packet and rolled it on him. I raised myself, positioning my wet slit above him and lowered myself onto his thick column. Struggling to regain my balance, I pulled my hands up away from his. I put one hand underneath of me, steering his engorged cock into me.

gNow, pet," I told him. "Make love to me if you want. Buck me off or let me ride."

He pushed up underneath of me, driving himself in deeper. I felt him hit my wall and rose up a little. He pursued me. I let him have his way, riding him like a bronco, pushing down as he rose up to meet me. One of the corners of the sheet came loose in our passion, allowing the satin to bunch up under him.

I twisted around, riding him backward. He pushed into me harder, and I swayed with his rhythm. I played with my little bud, bringing myself closer to my peak. My pet shuddered with the effort of pleasing us both, and I turned back to face him.

I could feel my body's response and allowed my mind to go along for the ride. Warm colors of red and yellow played at the corners of my eyes. Light and sounds dimmed in the excitement of the moment, and I felt rushes of heat and cold. I pressed my hands to his chest, whispering, "Come with me, pet. Fill me at the peak of our loving."

He cried out wordlessly and we reached our peak together. I fell on him, exhausted, as he lay still. Our sweat slick skin and the moisture from our loving was all that lay between us. I smiled at the feeling.

I went to the corner of the room, filling the sink with warm water, and sponged myself off with the cloth we had used earlier on my pet. Reaching for my camisole and corset, I redressed, adjusting the cloth to cover my still excited nipples.

Then I took the basin from the small table where it sat, filling it with more warm water. I washed him gently, talking to him as I did so. "The reason for all this is for you to learn the control demanded of my slave. I can't have you just taking what you want, or how could I be a good Mistress for you? I gently caressed his face.

He sighed. "But I love you, my Mistress." Did he really love me, or was he just saying that to get me to look kindly upon him?

There's something wrong here. His voice was honest and he was smiling.

I looked him in the eye and he did not look away. I considered what he had said, thinking that he was not far wrong. I had wanted him, but was falling rapidly in love with him, too.

gI will talk to you later. For now, get some sleep." I unbuckled his feet, slipping clean pajama bottoms on him from the cupboard and buckled him again, covering him with the blanket.

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Jason thought about the time he had spent with the red haired girl and her friend. They had been kind, even though they had locked him in the cuffs and weren't letting him out. He thought back on his cruel father and uncaring mother, and decided these people weren't as harsh as that. He could love this woman, and maybe even trust her.



Playtime Ch. 02



"Island of No Escape"

Rikki continued to scream into her makeshift gag but to no avail. They were too far out for anyone to hear her if there had been anyone out there to hear her. She struggled with all her might but her ropes wouldn't give. 

"Shut up girl," one of the women said giving her a rap on the head.

She squealed indignantly. The boat came to a sudden stop.

"What gives?" the woman asked, "we're still miles away."

"Never. Hurt. The girls." her accomplice said coldly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean ..."

But it was no good. The other woman grabbed her now former partner by the hair and shoved her roughly off the boat. Without another word she started the boat and took off again. Rikki was silent for the rest of the trip.

The boat came to rest at a small dock. They had reached a small forested island several hours from the shore. From the looks of it no one had been here in a very long time. Why would they bring her here? She didn't have long to think about it though. Her captor left and returned with an electric golf kart. The woman forced Rikki into the passenger's seat and took off down a long and windy dirt road.

They rode for what felt like another hour or two deep into the woods until no sign of the outside world could be seen. Finally they pulled up to a large white house. The modernist structure was built at odd angles contoured into the hillside around it. A large picture window wrapped around a protruding circular room at the front. The front door opened and a woman strolled down to greet them. She walked with the speed of a woman with all the time in the world, which she clearly had.

This woman was beautiful. Twice her age this woman stood tall with a slender body which exuded great physical strength. Long wavy brown hair graced her shoulders. Large firm breasts jutted out from her chest demanding attention. What surprised Rikki most about this woman was the fact that this woman was naked too and seemed perfectly at ease with it. 

"Here you go Madam," her captor said.

Rikki gulped as the woman walked lazily around her examining her naked body as if it were a piece of meat for her to examine. She could feel the power radiating off this woman. 

"You've outdone yourself," she told the kidnapper, "the money will be in your account."

"Thank you Madam. Now I'll leave you two be, I have to fish an idiot out of the drink."

She climbed into the golf kart and took off again leaving Rikki alone with the woman. Somehow she knew she wasn't coming back. 

"Oh dear look at you, sand and sweat all over you, that'll never do. Come along dear let's get you all cleaned up."

She took her arm and led her around back. A small stall open on all sides had been onto the back of the house to house an outdoor shower. Pulling the gag out of her mouth she untied her arms and legs. Before Rikki could say anything the woman drug her into the shower and turned it on. The sudden cold was a shock on her bare skin but it felt good. The woman grabbed a bottle of body lotion squeezing some into her hands. She then grabbed Rikki and began rubbing the cool soap all over her body.

"Hey stop that."

Rikki tried to back away but the woman just grabbed her and pulled her right up against her wrapping her in her strong arms. She didn't say another word just continued running her hands over Rikki's body grabbing handfuls of skin whenever she could. What scared her most about this whole situation was the fact that the attention was getting her wet, in a totally different way.

Suddenly the water was turned off and a towel was being drug all over her body hunting every drop of water on her skin. When she was done the woman drug her to a garage with a collection of electric golf karts. Choosing a nice white one she placed Rikki in the passenger's seat and drove off. They went off down the dirt road into the woods again.

"Where are we going?" Rikki asked nervously.

"Don't worry my pet I'm just showing off my island."

They rode around for a while as the Woman gave a little tour.

"As you can see my pet there is no one else is on this island but us. We are miles from the nearest city or outpost of any kind. I have no radio, television, telephone, internet or any other means of communication with the outside world. The only boat on or off the island is the one you came in on and it won't be back until a prearranged date and time."

"Why are you showing me this?"

"So you understand there is no point in trying to escape. You are my pet until the boat comes back so just do as you're told and everything will be alright. Who knows you may even come to enjoy it."

They drove back to the house.

"I'm feeling a bit peckish, let's get some lunch."

Apparently that meant Rikki had to make lunch. She felt so strange fixing the only thing she knew how to make (baked macaroni & cheese) in a strange woman's kitchen and completely naked to boot. She fixed two bowels and drinks and brought them into the spacious living room with the wide wrap around window. She handed the Woman hers in her chair then took the seat she'd been shown before: on the floor at the woman's feet. She wrapped her legs around Rikki placing her feet near her womanhood rubbing against it every few minutes as they ate quietly. 

"Eat up Pet, we've got a full day ahead of us."

To be concluded ...



Playtime Ch. 02



This had obviously turned everyone on because, not realizing what was happening around me, everyone was now naked. So many bodies...... 

Without knowing, Kath had slipped her small frame underneath me so that her large firm breasts were pressed hard against mine. Her face moved upwards so that her lips could reach mine....our tongues met and caressed each others.

As time went on, the room got hotter and hotter. The food seemed to disappear along with various bodies.... Perhaps they were taking Ray's example?? 

However, I had taken the liberty of locking the door when we entered so any action being taken was all in the room for everyone to view. Unfortunately, time went really quickly – and before we knew it, the waiters were at the door - it was time to go!!!

The events surrounding Ray & Lesley, Frank & Kath, Paul & Elaine, Ruth & Ian and Ann & Dave will be told in a further story.....

The next time we meet will be at the Wedding! I think we're all really looking forward to that.....Aren't we ladies?



Playtime Ch. 03



Playtime 3 – Individuals 

I'm sorry it's been so long since I published the previous 2 parts.....But I would truly love to hear your comments...and please dont forget to vote!

Frank & Kath

Frank, although extremely interested in events happening in the room, was also very keen to get close to Kath. 

"You like my outfit Frank?" said Kath, as she began to remove her long white silk gloves. 

"Don't do that Kath" he replied. He was a little hesitant to go further because he knew Kath was shy and didn't want to scare her off (even though he couldn't wait to touch her, stroke those rosy round mounds of pink flesh). There was something exotic about her covering her body in mesh but framing her breasts. He loved the fact that her hands were covered in such a way and that her tight pussy was inviting him to touch her.

She knew she had to make the first move. "Have you ever felt silk before Frank? Not on your body but directly on your cock?" Before he could answer, she reached over, snapped the belt on his trousers so they fell in a heap on the floor. "Ah! I see you don't wear undershorts Frank" as her eyes slowly moved down to look at his jutting hardness. She slowly moved her silken fingers up and down his thick trembling shaft. He was unable to move – rooted to the spot – it felt so incredibly sensuous and he knew that one false move would bring forth a torrent of his own juices – he was so ready to cum! 

All he wanted was to fill her, watch her face as he spilled into her. He needed that!! Realising his need, he reached forward and took her exposed breasts in his mouth. His tongue moving around seeking out the hard erect nipples, feeling her excitement as he did so. Feeling his need mounting he dropped down to his knees in front of her shaven hairless pussy. He moved his tongue over her sweet lips, gently opening them up, like a new bud coming to life. He then used his fingers to spread her open, to enable his tongue to seek its prey. He didn't have to wait long before he felt her moment coming. She was clinging to his shoulders for support as her orgasm rose, her juices starting to seep from her body, all over his face. 

He quickly rose, pinned her back and impaled her with his hard and throbbing cock. He thrust into her, her body thrashing about with his force....again and again and again until they were both spent!! His cock, now limp – wet and red, drooping sadly now to one side, resting against his leg. She was unable to totally close her legs together – her pussy also wet and bruised. She lightly rested her hand over her sex, moving her index finger up and down up and down her now delicate lips.

She wanted him again. "Could she possibly arouse him so soon" she thought, as she stood and placed her feet either side of his face – knowing that he was looking up directly into her dripping cunt.

Paul & Elaine

Elaine took Paul's hand and led him across to the other side of the room. "I hear you're a bit of a ladies man Paul?" said Elaine. 

"Don't always believe what you hear Elaine" he replied. "I'm always willing to learn more" he continued, a twinkle in his eye. "Can I ask you something? How come, with a fantastic figure like yours, you've chosen to cover yourself up like that? Don't get me wrong, you couldn't look more sexy, with the red leather and those heels?????" he said." I look forward to peeling back that red leather and seeing what's hidden below mmmmmm 

"Ah well, I like to leave some things to the imagination Paul. I want you to find out for yourself what my hidden treasures are" she laughed. "Also, if I'm truthful, I still feel a little tender from earlier on". 

"Earlier on?" said Paul, a puzzled look on his face. 

"Hey Paul, why don't I show you?" said Elaine, reaching down to remove a small door key from the heel of her 4" ankle boots. 

They sneakily opened the door and made their way upstairs to the suite the girls had used earlier on. On entering he noticed that the room had been cleaned and everything was in its place – a puzzled look on his face. "Well" he asked, looking at Elaine. She didn't speak but gently pushed him down onto the single armchair in the corner, facing the wall.

"Just stay there, will you Paul? I won't be a minute" she said, disappearing out of the door. The lights went out and it went dark for a few minutes. 

He felt, rather than saw, Elaine come back into the room and sit down at his feet, in front of the armchair. She had something in her hand. It suddenly became light and pictures appeared on the wall – Elaine had pressed the remote control to start the video camera rolling. 

She had arrived first at lunchtime, on purpose, to set up a hidden camera. Nobody knew but she had done this before, many times. Ordinary porn films didn't interest her – but filming people she knew, in compromising situations, really turned her on. She had sensed there would be opportunities that afternoon and had prepared the camera ready.

He watched, totally engrossed, as Elaine and her friends had played with their dildo's & vibrators. He watched as the outfits had been chosen and tried on – listened to the raucous laughter and disgusting language he wouldn't have believed had been said, if he hadn't seen and heard it with his own eyes. The finale, and by god it was worth waiting for, was watching Elaine and John, the AS rep demonstrate the huge 12" Vibrator. He was fascinated by the amount of juice John had smeared on her pussy. Watching this cock replacement disappear slowly inside her – the look of ecstasy on her face. God! This was really turning him on....

He was so engrossed with what he was watching on the screen that he hadn't felt Elaine turn round and release his cock from its confinement – springing free......He didn't, at first, feel her sensuous lips around him – licking him, sucking him in to fill her mouth. He looked down at her – watched her as she had her fill of his cock. He was ready to cum! He couldn't believe it – she was still fully clothed? He would normally have had his women naked by this time. She was experienced – that much was obvious. The way she guided her tongue up and down and around his thick shaft, licking the little slit at the top and occasionally looking up to see the lust in his face.

She didn't have to wait very long – As her mouth worked its magic, she suddenly felt a warm stickiness fill her mouth. 

"Guess what I bought this afternoon Paul?"

Dave & Ann

Watching the others split up and move away to get to know each other, Dave felt a little apprehensive. "Who am I kidding?" he thought "I am absolutely petrified!! This wasn't my 'thing'" 

He was a very private person and liked to keep himself to himself. He knew it was a bad idea to come today but Frank, his workmate at Land Rover, had insisted he should get out and enjoy himself before he got too old. He knew that Frank didn't like Clare (Dave's wife) much and thought he could do better. But he didn't know her – he didn't see the good person that she was inside. He only saw the big built (I refuse to call her fat!) sort of old fashioned lady.

Ann was also a little disturbed. Not many people knew that she was a closet lesbian but even fewer knew that she was also bi-sexual. She normally wouldn't have been involved in this sort of situation but Lesley was a good friend and she wanted to give her support before her wedding. So after downing a few drinks more than usual, Ann decided she was going to make the most of this. In actual fact she was more turned on than normal, feeling very horny now having seen all the other 'goings on' and was in the mood for some good hard sex – even though it was to be a man that provided it.

Feeling a little awkward standing in the middle of the room, Dave said "Hi Ann. You ok? Everyone seems to be having a good time tonight eh?" The conversation continued in this vein for a further 10 minutes or so until Ann, really fed up and very frustrated, said to Dave, "Shall we get out of here Dave? There's a lovely conservatory next door. Its much more interesting and we could leave them all to their business". 

Dave thought this was a good idea and said "Yes – let's go next door". He was happier with this. He knew quite a bit about plants and was comfortable with that kind of conversation.

Ann had a totally different plan in mind. He knew she was all but naked underneath her Mac but what he didn't know was that she also carried various pieces of equipment in the pockets. She was going to get sex whether he liked it or not. The large conservatory was of the old style - hard metal windows with steel supports every few yards..... ideal for fastening things too. They walked around the hundreds of plants, Dave explaining what this one was for, what time of year this one flowered in. 

He hadn't noticed that there was no one else in the conservatory however, he was trying very hard to block out the images of Ann's naked body underneath her coat. He kept getting glimpses of flesh when they moved around the passageways. Getting to the end of a row of large green tree like plants he turned to move down the next aisle. It was quite gloomy at this end so he was totally thrown when Ann suddenly grabbed his wrist, placed a metal restraint around it and locked it around one of the steel supports. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" he cried. 

Bad move really, because he was concentrating on his right hand and hadn't noticed that Ann had swung round and done the same to the other one. He was now pinned back by his arms. 

"Don't be stupid Ann. Let me go" said Dave, feeling quite angry by this time. 

She just looked at him – a crazed look in her eyes. Moving forward, she grasped the lapels of her coat and deliberately opened it up slowly, in order that Dave could see she meant business. His eyes took in her nudity and he tried to look away, knowing that his obvious arousal was encouraging her further. 

"I don't want this Ann. I won't co-operate!" 

On hearing that she bent forward, crouched down and completed her task of restraining him. She fastened metal cuffs to his ankles – fitting them tight so he couldn't move without drawing blood. She now had him where she wanted him! 

He was very angry by this time and started to raise his voice in protest. Quickly, she delved into her pockets and pulled out some tape – speedily placing it over his mouth. 

She laughed – "You're mine now Dave" 

He look at her and could see the determination on her face, her dilated pupils and tight mouth.

As she moved forward again, he continued to struggle but only succeeding in tightening his cuffs. He could only watch as she proceeded to open his trousers and pull them down (along with his boxers) but only to his knees! She now had full access to his manhood. 

Mmmmm she thought – "A little work is needed here I think?"

Standing back a little, she, very slowly, slipped her coat from her shoulders - exposing her nakedness. She knew she looked good and had prepared well, for this situation. She was fortunate to be very slim but had large DD breasts. Her narrow waist, encircled by a belt of imitation sharp cut diamonds, highlighted her curves. She had long legs, made to look even longer by her 4" heels and between them sat a narrow black silky thong, edged with whispy fur. She was a very tactile person and loved the feeling of silk next to fur surrounding her pussy lips. 

"That thong seemed to be moulded to her fleshy mound" he thought. "Wonder what that is?" he said to himself, staring between her legs. Falling from inside her thong were 2 silk ribbons. Attached to the ends were 2 small rubber balls. 

"Ah! I see you're wondering what they are" said Ann (as if reading his mind). "Let me show you" she said, stooping down in front of him – her exposed breasts swaying gently as she did so. 

She took hold of the small rubber balls and slowly pulled them down from inside her pussy. Suddenly, a much larger ball appeared. "I've had this in all day Dave – my clit is now so hard and tender I am ready to take you inside me – hard! And if you won't submit to me willingly, I am ready to force you....He gasped! 

"Don't be stupid Ann – I can't!". 

"Oh yes you can" she replied, as she pulled on his restraints – tightening them as she did so, forcing him lower. 

He now found he was held rigid, spread out and unable to move at all. By this time, though extremely unwilling in his mind, his body was not so unwilling. He knew he was becoming more and more aroused and his hard thick cock was jutting out – erect and proud!!

Once she had brought him down to the right height, she climbed above him, legs either side of his cock and plunged down hard – wanting him to feel the impact of her raised clit......It worked! She plunged deeper and deeper, raising herself each time until his cock was almost out of her each time. She knew she was hurting him as she was herself but had completely lost control by this time.... As she felt her orgasm rising to its peak she felt a tremble from Dave...

"What!" she thought "Is he going to cum with her?" 

"Yesssss" they both said in unison. 

Dave, feeling really disgusted with himself but somehow satisfied thought, 

"How could I do that? "What would Clare say? Could I actually tell her?"

As his cock deflated inside her, Ann climbed off him – now fully satisfied, winked as if to say 'Good Lay eh?', picked up her coat and walked away.

The other couples had been pretty busy too, suffice to say a good time was had by all!

If you want the full details of what went on with them please let me know.....



Playtime Ch. 03



That evening, Joyce and I returned to our captive. He looked at us hesitantly. "Am I going to be able to eat something, My Lady? I'm getting hungry." Joyce looked at me, a little unsure of what to do, because the last time we had let him loose, she had been on the receiving end of his affections. I nodded to her, and she left the room to fix him something to eat.

I tucked a pillow behind his head and shoulders to prop him up a little so he wouldn't choke when we fed him, pulling him up from where he laid curled half on his side in the middle of the bed.

"Mistress, will you be unchaining me, or will you feed me?"

"We will be feeding you, pet. When we removed the cuffs, you became impulsive. We need to cure that before we can trust you again." I didn't think I wanted to rescue Joyce from him again, and even less to be faced with an undisciplined male bigger than me, even one who professed to love me. There might be a way, but I decided to hold off on that for a little while.

"Please, I promise I won't repeat that mistake. I need you."

I went to the cupboard, returning with a blindfold and a towel. "Just close your eyes, pet. I'll tell you when to open your mouth." I considered his words, knowing what I had in store for him.

At last, Joyce returned with his meal. She had taken a divided plate and put some pureed food in it, of the consistency of baby food. She brought a spoon and a glass with a lid and straw as well.

"Open your mouth, little one." She said. "I've got a bite for you. Be careful, it's hot." Even without seeing his eyes, I could tell he was wondering what was going on. I never called him anything but pet, and Joyce had rarely addressed him at all.

He opened his mouth and Joyce slid the spoon in. It was a little too full. As he took the food from the spoon, he sputtered and gulped.

"You're dependent on us for all your needs right now, pet. If you're good, we'll treat you nicely. If you're naughty, you'll be punished." He nodded as I grabbed the towel from the edge of the bed, where I had laid it, and wiped the excess off his mouth. "You need to be more careful. You'll burn your mouth. Here's some more."

This time, Joyce gave him a more manageable mouthful and he swallowed it all. The glass contained some milk, which he grimaced at, but drank thirstily.

"Why milk, Mistress? Am I not ready for something else?" He thought he was ready for something else, and we were not complying with his wishes. I cleared my throat, and he shut up.

Soon though, he was opening his mouth like a baby bird, asking for more when he was ready. When he had finished the beef stew we would be having for our dinner, and some applesauce, Joyce gave him his dessert.

I took the blindfold off and he could see the peppermint stick ice cream she had found in the store especially for Christmas. "I hope you can finish your dessert, because then we have a special surprise in store for you for your Christmas Eve present." I smiled at him, as if he were a small child for whom we were preparing a special treat. His return grin was wicked, and he seemed to think he knew what we had in store.

The ice cream was sticky, but we cleaned up most of the mess before it got on the sheets. "Okay, pet. Now comes the surprise." I unchained his hands and opened the door. Another young man stepped in.

"What would you like, Mistress?" The tall young man with mid length curly blonde hair and piercing amber eyes looked at our prisoner. "He's really lovely, you know. Do I get a piece of him?"

"No, baby. He's mine. Keep your paws off. Maybe if you're good, I'll share." Joyce's baby bowed to me and waited for me to untie my pet's feet. He was wearing nothing but a loincloth and the leather strap that was holding his hair back in a ponytail. He didn't show it, but I knew how cold he had been standing watch over my new pet.

When I loosed pet's feet, baby helped him stand. "Baby will help you walk. Don't fight him, or you'll probably fall down." My pet looked uncertainly at the slightly bigger, more muscular man holding him up. There was no means of escape, but pet didn't seem to be looking for one any more.

Pet's honey colored hair fell in his face, obscuring his darker brown eyes and long, straight nose. Baby reached up, flipping it back out of the way. The chain hanging between his pierced nipples swayed and the ornaments hanging from it jingled slightly.

Pet looked shocked at the piercings, and baby smiled. "Anything for My Lady. She loves the feel of them." His love for Joyce showed and pet looked at him, considering his position in our household.

Holding firmly to my pet's shoulders, baby assisted him to the bathroom, where he had a steaming bath already drawn for my captive. "I'll help him get undressed, baby. Go find your Lady." I turned to pet. "Hold still. I'll get you ready."

I helped him take off his black silk pajama bottoms and get into the hot water. "Just stand for a minute. Get used to the water." His skin was still cold from the dungeon and he flushed from the heat. I unbuttoned and took off the pajama jacket. "Now, slowly lower yourself into the bathtub." His knees were stiff from the time he had spent chained to the bed, and they crackled as he knelt. His flaccid cock floated in the water for a moment before being pulled down under it. "Lay back and relax. I'll soap you."

There was a warm spice scented shower gel at the edge of the bathtub and I used it liberally to remove all traces of the dungeon from his skin. He slowly warmed and relaxed, and I reached into the water to take his genitals in my hand. Lifting them slightly, I soaped under them, causing his penis to stiffen a little bit. He moved under my hands, sliding into the softness.

I heard a soft throat clearing from the doorway, and, turning, saw Joyce and baby standing there. "Do you mind if we start the shower before you finish there?" She looked suggestively to where my pet lay in the tub. He was lying there, looking at Joyce and baby, allowing me to gently move my hand up and down his hardening cock.

"Not at all. We'll join you there as soon as he's clean and warm." I turned from where Joyce was undressing baby. His loincloth slipped to the floor and my pet stared at baby's Prince Albert, shuddering.

"Don't worry." I assured him. "Baby came with accessories."

I ran my hands over his cock under the warm water, stroking and pulling at him, peeling his foreskin back and running my finger along the head. He leaned back against the high end of the big claw footed tub and sighed. I started to grip him harder and pull on him faster, making him move under my hand. He panted as I masturbated him.

The soap made him slippery and my hand slid up and down easily. Soon, instead of me moving my hand, he was pumping into my loosely fisted digits. Abruptly, he stiffened. "Mistress, you might want to pull away." He shot into the tub, turning the water milky with his honey, and then he melted back into the water.

As he lay with his eyes closed, I shed my clothes, leaving them on the wing back chair in the corner of the specially designed bathroom. "Come with me, pet. We're going to join My Lady and baby in the shower."

The shower was also specially done. It was an 8' X 8' tiled square with multiple showerheads and a steam setting. There was also mood lighting set into the sides above the showerheads. The glass doors swung open outward instead of sliding, allowing for more people inside it.

I helped my companion out of the big bath and into the shower. Joyce and baby had four of the six showerheads going, and when I stepped in, I turned on the other two. The room filled with the steam from the hot water.

I soaped pet's cock again, making it harden with the movements of my hand. I backed him against the wall and took one of the toys from the shelves, where several unusual items had been stored for communal showers. Taking the lube from the shelf, I slicked up the dildo, stretched his hole, using four fingers this time, and slid the toy into it.

As I fucked him with it, Joyce was already busy on baby with a small waterproof vibrator. He moaned and pulled her closer as she ran the vibe over his jewels and the head of his cock, around the piercing. "Ohhh, My Lady. My love, more, please."

Pet turned and looked at baby once again. I forced the dildo in harder, returning his attention to me. Angling it slightly, I dragged it across his pleasure spot, making him grab for me.

Joyce frowned and smacked her baby on the ass. In return, he kissed her. "Baby! Stop, now."

He abruptly stopped, dropping his hands to his sides and bowing his head. "You're setting a bad example for Mistress' pet. Now, behave properly."

He bowed to her, sounding properly contrite as he responded, "Yes, My Lady." His rich baritone voice, slightly hoarse to begin with, softened to a purr. She picked up the vibrator again, using it under his balls and up and down his cock until he was fully erect.

His eyes slowly turned a golden brown and he reached for Joyce. "Will you come to me, My Lady? I'd like to take you and make you scream for me once again."

Joyce nodded, "You may take me, but before you do, there's something I need to do." She reached once again for the toy shelf, picking up a small conical object.

Pet looked at it with bewilderment. His mouth was open and he was breathing hard. I watched him as the muscles in his flat belly tightened. I almost have him, but what could be causing it?

He was getting close and I pushed the dildo into him again, pulling at it and changing the angle to give him more sensation. I ran my hand firmly up and down his cock, and he pumped his hips into it.

"Come for me, pet." I ordered him at the right time, and he obliged with some force. His boy honey spurted across the space between him and the wall of the shower, covering it with his cream.

I stroked his head and started washing his matted hair, pulling my fingers through the tangles. He looked back at Joyce and baby, puzzled.

"You'll learn about anal plugs soon enough, pet. You aren't ready for that just yet." I let him watch as Joyce led baby out of the path of the water and lubed up her fingers and the plug while I massaged the shampoo into pet's mass of long hair. She spread baby open and inserted the plug, leaving pet wide eyed.

Baby pressed Joyce up against the wall and she spread her legs wide for him. He picked her up, allowing his shaft full access to her dripping slit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back against the wall. He started slowly, but rapidly sped up to Joyce's favorite speed, pounding into her hard and fast.

Pet stared at the rutting couple. "I've never seen someone having sex before," He admitted, a little embarrassed. "As a matter of fact, I've only done it once or twice myself."

"Then you're in for a treat. One of the things we aren't around here is body shy." I understood how he felt. When Joyce had come to me, she had been shy too. It had taken several months and half a dozen lovers to convince her that I wasn't going to judge her. Then we had found baby, and it had changed her life.

Baby once again changed his technique, Slowing down, he pulled at her, allowing himself to push in more deeply. We watched as Joyce's head fell back, striking the wall.

"Fuck! Do it, baby. Shiiiiitttt! Baaaabbbbbeeee!" She came loudly, her fluids running down both of their legs along with the water of the shower.

By this time pet was hard just from watching them. "I knew you had the makings of a voyeur." I handed him a warm, wet washcloth, understanding what he needed now.

I let him do it himself this time, knowing he needed a release again after watching my best friend and her lover. I looked at pet, jerking himself until he came, shouting wordlessly.

"Let's get out. You're not ready for anything more, pet. We've done enough for the day."

He looked at me, disappointed, and I relented. "Okay, if you are very good, I'll give you a ride."

I helped him step out of the shower, since his knees were still a little wobbly, and grabbed a towel from the stack in the warmer sitting on the vanity beside the double sink.

"Stand still until I tell you to move."

I had also had baby put a fresh set of pajamas in the warmer, knowing the heated air and the activity would make them seem too cool otherwise. I started drying my pet off at his long, wet hair, stretching up high to do so, and proceeded down his body. I lavished attention on his muscular back and tight ass, gliding my fingers and the towel between his cheeks. I squeezed his right buttock and he leaned back into my hand. I dried down his smoothly muscled runner's legs and feet to his long toes.

"Turn around."

His chest and belly were next. I took the towel to his cock and watched as he developed a stiffy.

"Very pretty, but save it for your room." I took the pajamas out of the warmer and dressed him in the blue silk bottoms.

"Don't I get underwear? I'm not used to going commando." He looked at me desperately. The tent in his pants showed very well without briefs.

"There are a lot of things you'll get used to that you've not done before." I smiled at him, loving his discomfort. "You can have underwear when we decide you're ready to move upstairs, if you still want it." He blushed. "You can put the top on by yourself." I ran my hand through the thick blonde hair on his chest.

He picked up the pajama jacket and slowly dressed. "I want you here and now. Right here in that chair, on the floor, anywhere. Mistress, love me."

"Back to your room, pet. We can have sex there." I was trying to stay detached, but I had learned to love my pet. It's impossible for him to love me. We've known each other for less than twenty-four hours.

Baby's blonde head poked out of the shower. "Are you going already? We only just started..." A feminine hand reached out, grabbing him and pulling him back. His voice was muffled by a kiss.

I steered pet out of the bathroom and down the hall to his dungeon room. Pushing him down on the big bed, I pulled the pajama pants down and feasted my eyes on his rock hard erection. Making sure a condom was in place, and thinking I needed to talk with the man whom I was making my pet, I knelt over his warm thighs, and lowered myself on his cock. Holding it stiffly upright, I pushed it into my tight entrance.

He grabbed my breasts and twisted my nipples. I returned the favor, pinching his and pulling at them. He moaned as I rode him, his body rising to meet me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I didn't push them off. Instead, I welcomed the feeling of his strong hands on my back. He steered me, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts, and then slid one hand between us. He fingered my swollen nub, rubbing at it and swirling his fingers around it. I felt my climax approaching. He worked harder, speeding up again. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to follow my urges. He came as I did, spilling his warm seed inside the condom.

Using a warm washcloth, I cleaned him before pulling up his silk pants and, regretting it as I did it, fastened the cuffs on him again, leaving him to sleep.

It was my turn to sit and watch from the hall, and, as I watched him trying to get comfortable, I thought about his wrists and what I needed to do for him. After he was asleep, I moved into the room, sitting on the other side of the bed. Sometime in the early hours, baby relieved me again.





Playtime Ch. 03



"A Lesdom and her Pet"

After lunch the woman suggested they work off that food with a swim. Of course you've got a pool out here, Rikki thought, why the hell not? Oh and it's not a dinky little plastic pool either. No this pool suited its owner. It was large and crystal clear. It did look awfully inviting on such a hot day. 

"Don't just stand there," the Woman said, "get in."

Before Rikki could do or say anything the woman shoved her from behind. The cold water sent a sudden and electric thrill through her naked body she could not quite explain. With a loud splash the woman jumped in next to her. 

"How about a little race?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"I'll tell you what if you win I'll give you free run of my home for three hours. That's three hours of peace from my ... attentions. But if I win I'm going to tie you up and fuck you for those three hours."

Rikki knew she didn't really have a choice and she was an OK swimmer all in all.

"Alright let's do this."

"Excellent, first to finish five laps wins. Go!"

Rikki took off with all the speed she could muster. She made it to one end of the pool then turned and headed the other way. She didn't dare look behind her. She had to keep going. She had to win. Who knows what she could do with those three hours. Finally five laps were up and she popped out of the water grinning. 

"Hello pet."

Her heart sank.

"What took you so long?"

The Woman sat at the edge of the pool swinging her feet innocently. 

"Oh did I forget to mention I'm an Olympic class swimmer?"

Of course she was. The Woman pulled her out of the water and toweled her off before commencing with the roping. She pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together. She bound her ankles together as well. She tied her arms to her her sides with two lengths of ropes framing her breasts. 

The Woman scooped her up into her arms like a baby and began walking into the house. The whole way she smiled down at Rikki and playfully kissed at her lips. Rikki knew better than to resist. Soon they were in a lavish bedroom and Rikki was laid gently onto a large canopy bed. The Woman closed the curtains around them. There was no one else on the island to see them but by blocking out the outside world it made the space feel more ... intimate. The Woman lay on Rikki slowly, teasingly, wrapping her arms and legs around and pulling her close in. 

She started lightly kissing Rikki's neck, sending little waves of pleasure crashing through her lithe bound body. Then the kisses got rougher and rougher until it felt like she was attacking her with her mouth. She moved up to her face kissing her all over until she reached her mouth. Rikki found the Woman's tongue forcing its way into her mouth fighting to dominate her own. The Woman smiled as she continued her assault. After a moment Rikki realized why. Rikki had begun kissing her back. She hadn't even known she was doing it. Why was she doing it? 

She didn't have time to think about it however. The Woman began kissing down her neck again this time moving to her breasts. She grabbed one of her nipples with her mouth and began to playfully bite and suck. Rikki began to scream out in ecstasy. Suddenly the woman left Rikki's breasts and made a bee line for her already moist pussy. There was no more thinking after that. Just three hours of the best sex she'd ever had.

When they were done they fell asleep with the Woman clutching Rikki to her. A few hours later Rikki awoke to find the Woman removing her ropes and carrying her outback to a waiting hot tub. They said nothing and did nothing. For what felt like forever they just soaked there with Rikki in her lap, head resting on her Mistress's breasts.

"It's time," the Woman eventually said. 

"What?"

She felt a small prick on her arm.

"Ow."

She looked and saw the woman lower a needle she'd just injected her with. Before Rikki could say anything darkness overtook her.

Rikki awoke. She had no idea how much time had passed. She looked around and saw she was on a beach. No she was on the beach, the one the women had taken her from. Had it all been a dream. Looking down she saw she was still naked and had some fading rope marks as well. No it was real. Next to her she found a duffle bag full of money. Attached was a note. 

You deserve this, thanks for all the fun.

- Your Mistress Heart 

Flipping it over she found another note on the back.

PS. I'm looking for a full time pet. Be here with my money in one month if you wish to accept.

One month later the Woman stood at the docks as the boat pulled up. Rikki stepped off duffle bag in hand.

"I believe this belongs to you," she said quietly, "and so do I."

The Woman threw the bag aside and pulled the already naked Rikki into her embrace and kissed her deeply and passionately. She then looked over Rikki's shoulder to the woman she employed.

"This will be your last visit here. I now have everything I could ever need so your services are no longer required."

"Yes Mistress.""

And with that she left, leaving Rikki to her new life.

"Ready Pet?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good."

She scooped Rikki into her arms and almost ran to her bedroom. She was so excited, her pet was finally home to stay.

The End



Playtime Ch. 04-05



Chapter Four

The morning came. It was Christmas morning and we had got presents for the whole group of us. I looked in on the man I had grown to love over the last day. "Breakfast is ready. Would you like toast, sausage, and eggs?"

Pet shook his head. "I'm not hungry. I need to go home. I've been having a good time, but I have someplace I have to be." Pet looked at me with trepidation. "My family will be expecting me for Christmas, and Mom and Dad will worry if I'm not there. I should have been at their house before church last evening. Mom's going to freak."

"Of course, pet. We can't ask to have you all the time this year. We know you have obligations." I had securely bandaged his wrists, dressing him in his jeans and the t-shirt he had been wearing when we had taken him from his apartment and reminding him to wear a long sleeved shirt.

I was sorry to see him go, but knew he'd be back. He was already enthralled with me. "Next year, we will expect you to make your excuses to your parents."

"My name's Jason. If you call me pet, you know you will be able to order me to stay." He looked at me with regret. "I really don't want to go. I've grown used to the affection and attention you've given me, even it's been just a day."

"Baby will drive you home. His name is Brett, since we're getting formal. You've met Joyce." And scared the shit out of her. "I'm Laura. I've got a present for you before you go. If you open it here, I can keep it for you." I handed him a gift-wrapped package. He opened it eagerly to reveal a leather-covered box. Within lay a thin honey colored collar, almost the color of his hair, with glittering amber studs and a chain leash. "It reminded me of you." His eyes lit with pleasure.

"Thank you, Mistress. Merry Christmas. I'll be back as soon as the family thing is over."

When he left the collar with me, I slipped a piece of paper into his pocket, kissing him, and he got into the car. Baby, acting as driver, had dressed for the occasion in a pair of leather trousers, a silk shirt with long full sleeves, and a heavy wool coat. He wore kidskin driving gloves and a chauffeur's hat.

I laughed as I watched them leave. Baby liked to get into his role. They would soon be at Jason's apartment and he would be on his way to his family's home.

While baby was gone, I cleaned the dungeon and put the toys away, restocking the cupboard with lube to replace that which we had used. We definitely need to go to the toy store. I remade the bed with fresh white sheets and pillowcases and changed the canopy for a sheer white one, changing the atmosphere of the dungeon. I also added a blue blanket and a heavy blue and white comforter.

When baby was home, this was usually his job, but I wanted to do it myself for my pet. I turned up the heat, since it took some time for the dungeon to get warm, and, remembering his chafed and bloody wrists, replaced the handcuffs at the top of the bed with leather ones lined with lamb's wool.

Just as I was finishing, I heard the door opening behind me. It was baby. "Mistress, I have a question if you will be so good as to answer it."

"You know I would only keep something from you if I thought it was necessary, baby. Ask, if you will." I wasn't in the habit of lying to Joyce's sub, but I could refrain from answering if it pleased me.

"Jason has a job. He says it's one he's good at, and likes. Will you ask him to quit, or will he be working outside the house?"

Baby sounded uncertain, and it was a good question. He'd worked outside the house for a couple years while Joyce and I were in school, until we felt it was detrimental to his mental well-being. He had been in a job he no longer found challenging and we had brought him into our home permanently, ostensibly as our housekeeper. He no longer maintained his own apartment, but had separate rooms here. He usually didn't use the bedroom on the third floor, though, preferring to sleep curled at Joyce's feet instead. Well, to each his own.

"If my pet prefers to stay at his job, and it's something he likes to do, I'll let him stay for as long as he wishes. If it's something that, like you, he finds to be objectionable for some reason, we'll bring him in. We can support him as we do you."

The three of us worked on dinner. We would be having the traditional turkey and trimmings. I enjoyed giving the house a homey feel and had shopped for days to get everything just right. Baby and Joyce had trimmed the tree, and we had started the meal before I had gone to see pet in the morning. There were presents under the tree for all of us, including several more labeled 'to my pet'. He had looked at them curiously when he had seen them.

"What are you thinking?"

"I think you are spending too much money on me. I've only been here one night."