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Introductions

By: Celticfae



Jennifer and her husband Chris were in a bind. They were a young couple, she was 22 and he had recently turned 23. He had been in the military since he graduated high school. They had just gotten the news that his unit would be shipped out. She needed a place to stay while he was serving his country. So they began to search local papers for a reasonably priced room with someone who was already established. 

They were in luck. A single woman in her mid 30’s was looking for someone to move in to her spare bedroom in her apartment. The place was a steal at what she was charging, being that it was in a high-rise downtown. Jennifer called the number listed in the ad, and arranged to meet with Janice at a local café.

She was a bit surprised by Janice’s appearance, guessing her to be around her mid 20’s rather than well into her 30’s. Jennifer found herself attracted to this woman; even though she was married to a man, she had entertained fantasies of women before. She tried to put those thoughts aside and focus on the task.

They hit it off well, and Jennifer moved in with Janice the next week. Chris and she had put most of their furniture into storage, so it was an easy move. The place was astounding! It was huge, had several bathrooms and three bedrooms. One of the rooms Janice used as a home office, and there was extra space for Jennifer’s computer. 

For the time being Jennifer was not working, but she was taking a few classes online. Janice was a successful real estate agent working for a company that dealt with large estates, which sometimes required her to work odd hours for the eccentricities of rich business people. Jennifer quickly grew accustomed to seeing her roomy at odd hours. 

Though she missed her husband, Jennifer found herself fantasizing about her roommate more often as the days passed. Hearing Janice’s heels click against the tiled floor sent shivers racing through her. Seeing her in sleek black stockings and short skirts often sent Jennifer to her bedroom to relieve the tension as soon as the door clicked shut.

One evening when Janice got off work, the two decided to rent a few movies and get a bottle of wine for each of them to celebrate one of the realtors’ recent successes. She had just closed a major deal, and was ready to kick back and relax. Janice headed straight for the shower after she got home, and Jennifer headed to the store. She returned home to find Janice on the couch with her hair in a towel and wearing nothing but her robe. “I’ll go get comfy, do you want to start a movie?” asked Jennifer. 

“Sure, you go ahead. I’ll uncork the wine too,” Janice replied.

After a few glasses each, they started to get comfortable, and were acting as if they were old friends. The women started discussing the finer points of the steamy romance they had picked to watch first. Giggling like schoolgirls, they started to make fun of how unreal sex in the movies was. Jennifer found herself wondering again, what it would be like to caress Janice as though they were in a movie. 

Janice noticed that Jennifer seemed a bit distracted. She had noticed that over the past couple of weeks Jennifer would stare at her sometimes, as though she were interested, then quickly it would pass. Janice wondered if there was anything more too that, or if she was just missing her husband. 

Inhibited less by the wine, Jennifer decided to pry a bit and find out if her attraction was all one sided, or whether Janice shared her feelings. “So, um, do you have a boyfriend?” she asked shyly. 

Janice beamed and replied, “No, I don’t have time for a relationship. Besides, I am not into men.” Jennifer nearly choked on her wine. Janice chuckled and said, “Does that surprise you?” 

Jennifer shook her head and stammered “No, but I was not expecting you to be so blunt. I mean, um…” 

Janice grinned and said, “I did not get this far by being subtle. Let me ask you, have you ever been with a woman?”

Jennifer shook her head again and blushed. She might not have made her next statement, but wine does strange things to people. She confessed, “I do have… thoughts… fantasies I guess you could say.” 

Janice smiled and said encouragingly “Well that is normal. I mean, it took me years to figure out what I was. I went back and forth, between bi, straight and lesbian before I decided. Hun, I hate to say it, but I think you married to young. You are a beautiful girl, and if you are having these urges then you should be free to explore them.”

Jennifer sighed. “I think you are right too. I often feel as though I married too early. I mean Chris is a great guy, but I think I am missing out. So you really think I am beautiful?” Janice nodded. 

“I think you are stunning.”

For a few minutes there was a tense silence, mostly caused by Jennifer. “I wouldn’t know how to start experimenting anyway, I mean, I don’t know how to pick up women or…” 

Janice cut off Jennifer by holding a finger over her lips. “I have seen you looking at me. I can show you how you start, you start like this.” With that, Janice put one hand under Jennifer’s long black hair, and pulled her closer for the first kiss. It was long and tender, with all the longing of the past few weeks behind it. Jennifer swooned as Janice slid her free arm around her petite waist. After a few moments, Janice pulled back and looked deep into Jennifer’s emerald eyes. 

“Are you sure you want to continue?” asked Janice in a soft voice. She knew the answer before she asked, seeing her own feelings reflected in Jennifer’s eyes. Jennifer nodded slowly. The two embraced again, a little more passionately, less tender than before. Need surfaced in both of the woman like a sudden hunger in a wild beast. “Let us not rush things,” whispered Janice, wanting to savor every moment of their first contact. It had been some time since her last encounter; she wanted to make this one worthwhile.

Janice lay Jennifer down across the couch slowly, and admired her satin nightgown. “Green to match your eyes.” Janice cooed. The gown came down to her knees, and was cut to be comfortable and seductive at the same time. “Did you choose it on purpose?”

Jennifer blushed, adding to the color the wine gave her. “I think perhaps I did, although unconsciously.” She could feel herself getting moist with Janice’s experienced touch. Janice nodded. 

“I think I will show you the beauty of a woman’s body, and then let you explore.” 

Janice ran her fingers over Jennifer’s supple breasts. She rubbed her fingers over the hardened nipples, underneath the smooth fabric. Slowly she slipped the nightgown over Jennifer’s head, revealing an almost perfect body. Jennifer had been blessed with natural beauty. Janice admired the not too large but by no means small breasts that went well with her size. Her legs were graceful like a dancers, and her stomach was flat from the exercise that she did. “You are truly a treasure,” Janice purred. 

She kissed her willing partner again, and moved to her neck, tenderly fingering her rock hard nipples. She kissed her way to those pert nipples, making sure to leave not an inch of Jennifer’s milky skin untouched. She sucked on her nipples lightly, teasing and tantalizing her. Jennifer could feel her clit begin to pulse at the mere thought of Janice’s tongue. 

Janice smiled noticing the shy movements Jennifer made, in some futile effort to hide her reactions. “Just let go,” she whispered. Janice kissed her smooth stomach and ran her fingers along the inside of Jennifer’s shapely thighs. Unable to hold back any longer, she begged Janice with her body, arching at her touch. “Oh so that is what you want” Janice teased. She continued to kiss a line down to throbbing cunt. 

Janice opened Jennifer’s lips spreading her so she could have better access. “Such a pretty kitty” she whispered intoxicatingly. Janice lapped at her swollen clit a few times, watching Jennifer arch her back in reaction to her tongue. 

“Oh please” she pleaded. 

“Ok, I will show you what it is like to cum for a woman.”

Janice inserted two fingers into Jennifer’s dripping sex, instantly finding her g-spot. Jennifer moaned in response to the action, lost in a bliss she had never known. Janice resumed lapping at her clit, reveling in the sweet tender fragrance of the younger woman. She enjoyed seeing her reactions, as Jennifer arched and moaned in response to the stimulation. It was hard for her not to smile as she concentrated. 

Jennifer came at last, with a scream. Janice felt her inner walls clutch at her fingers, gushing as though she had just had her first orgasm. The girl was flushed from wine and passion, and she lay there breathing deeply as Janice sat back. “And that is how you begin…”

Introductions:



Not having been told otherwise, I assume the next morning Jennifer wanted organic oatmeal again and was waiting on the floor next to her chair when she came down. She sat in her chair and looked down to smile at me. It gave me a warm feeling when she did. 

"I e-mailed your list to an account I setup using your new name. You will have to setup the e-mail on the computer down here. I left the account information on my desk upstairs. Also, around lunch, my friend is going to come by. I mentioned yesterday at the Mexican restaurant that I have a new submissive and she wants to meet you. You will treat her the same way you treat me."

As Jennifer ate her morning meal, she reached down to lightly touch the back of my neck and the sides of my face. It put me into bliss and her sudden stopping to stand caused a little bit of a shock as I returned to my senses. I was very aroused from her touch and rose erect within my confinement to watch her depart. She left without comment and I stared out the window to see her leave down the driveway for the day.

After cleaning the dishes from breakfast, I went upstairs for the first time. Jennifer's bedroom was elegantly furnished with a four post bed and matching dresser as well as a sitting area where she had her desk. There was a laptop computer, printer, and a leather bound chair. I found the e-mail account information on a note stuck to her laptop. My new e-mail account was mr.jennifer.wilkens@gmail.com. I took the information downstairs and setup the account in the machine there. When I finished, the e-mail with Jennifer's list appeared.

There were more cleaning items. She also wanted me to take an inventory of her closet and dresser. She indicated this would be so I knew where she kept all her clothes for when I was putting away the laundry. I was in her bedroom with a pad of paper recording what each drawer held when I heard the doorbell. I guess time had slipped away and it was lunch time already. I had been without clothes for so long that it barely phased me that I would be answering the door to a stranger while not wearing anything. Plus, Jennifer told me to treat her the same.

I quickly looked out the window and saw a woman with long hair at the door. I opened the door and stood aside. The woman who walked through was about nineteen or twenty had a slender body, long hair, and was wearing a skirt with a business styled blouse. I closed the door behind her and followed her into the kitchen. I stood while she looked me up and down and walked a half circle around me.

"Jennifer was right. You are cute." Her eyes settled on the chastity device and said, "So, that thing can't come off without the key?"

I responded that I didn't see how. "Good, then I guess I don't need this" and she started to unbutton her blouse. I stood as she took it off and tossed it to the ground and said ".or this" and then proceeded to unclasp her bra and slowly take it off and also drop it to the floor. Her standing in front of me topless in just her skirt had an immediate effect and I then stood erect and confined before her. She seemed to enjoy this and said, "Fold those up."

I got down on the floor where she dropped her shirt and bra and began to fold them as she had asked. "That's good. You like that, don't you bitch." I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I thought so."

As I finished, she leaned back against a counter to accentuate her breasts and tone stomach. Her nipples were hard and I was all but jello. I could not have spoken if I had to. My erection was unceasing. I had found that when I remained erect for a long time, I started to feel pain in how the chastity device worked. I assumed this was by design to keep me from staying erect too long, but with a topless woman in front of me, I could do nothing about it. The pain was tolerable, but just barely.

"You can call me ma`am." she paused waiting and I replied, "Yes ma`am"

"Good, that's perfect. Now make me some lunch."

I went to the fridge and got out the makings for a deli sandwich with a plum on the side. As I brought the things over to the other counter, she walked over behind me and I felt the warmth of her skin and breasts as she lay over my back and put her face on my shoulder. The sensation made by heart skip a beat and pant in pleasure before I composed myself and continued with the food preparations.

I had the sense that she was learning about what to do. She did not have the same commanding presence that Jennifer had, nor were her approaches coming from a seasoned routine. I could tell she was enjoying learning though.

With her body draped over mine, she reached around to my front and began stroking my hip and inner groin with her open hand. As she did so, she began to grind her hips against my ass. I heard her breath begin to become erratic and soft moans of pleasure escape as she continued. She stepped back for a moment and when she returned, I could tell her skirt and panties were removed.

"You can stop that and lay down." The kitchen had an area rug in the center and I put my knife down and turned to the middle of the rug and lay down on my back.

She stepped over me leaving one leg behind so she stood directly over me. She began to cradle one breast and lightly rub over her vagina with the other hand. "You want to have some lunch too, don't you?" 

"Yes ma`am" I replied.

"That's right you do. You are a good bitch and are going to let me ride your face." Her hand quickened its pace with rubbing and she slowly lowered herself down onto my chest. What followed was her enjoying me bringing her to an orgasm followed by some more rubbing and again her moving back over my face for a second pass. The second one was more intense and she actually lost her breath for a few moments and gasped in ecstasy. When she composed herself, she stood and without speaking, gathered her clothes and left. I was still lying on the kitchen carpet, and stood. I washed my hands and face and put away the sandwich fixings and went back to my dresser inventory upstairs.

The last two things on my list were to make myself a tofu wrap which I was to eat with a multi vitamin and water from the sink and the second was to spend the rest of the evening in the kitchen writing a poem about my submissive feelings in crayon. Paper and a box of crayons were in a drawer below the silverware.

I was working on my poem on the floor of the kitchen when I heard the front door open. Jennifer was giggling and a man's voice was in the background. The two came into the kitchen and Jennifer said, "Steve, this is my new submissive." as she gestured to me. She then looked at me and said, "This is my boyfriend, Steve. You will treat him as you do me. Come upstairs with us."

I followed as the two of them walked to her bedroom in what appeared to be a known route for Steve. They were holding hands and Jennifer was holding onto his arm giggling to him. She retrieved what looked like a dog leash from her desk without breaking her gaze with Steve and extended it to me. I took it and assumed she wanted me to put it on. I saw there was a collar too and I quickly put it on and she took the leash back. She walked with leading me to a spot next to her dresser where there was another small eyebolt. She tied the leash there and I kneeled in place against the wall. The two of them began to kiss and Steve had his hand outside Jennifer's shirt, cupping one of her breasts. 

"Hey, do you mind if I use him to get ready?" Steve said as they broke their kiss. "No, feel free." Jennifer responded. She broke away and laid back onto the bed in a reclined position watching Steve walk to where I was keeling.

He stopped only an inch or so in front of me. I understood what was being asked and I felt dread. I was not at all ever gay and never wanted to do anything like what I was being directed to do. The humiliation was overwhelming which somehow triggered my submissive pleasure. Looking over to where Jennifer was reclined on the bed watching, I reached up and undid Steve's belt. I then looked up at his face as I undid his pants and zipper. They fell around his feet and he lifted his feet for me to remove his shoes and each pant leg. I then reached up and pulled his boxers off too. He was flaccid as I took him into my mouth. I looked up to see him look to the ceiling and I softly and slowly worked my mouth back and forth on his penis. My embarrassment was overwhelming. I was humiliated beyond words. My submissive pleasure in turn kept me going and he began to respond. As his erection grew, I could taste some salty pre-cum and he stepped back erect. He then tuned to where Jennifer lay and she removed her panties while he closed the space between them.

The two made love for almost an hour. Jennifer had several orgasms. When Steve finally did too, he spasimed in her embrace and had obviously came inside of her. After a moment, Jennifer rose from the bed, came to where I was keeling and took my leash. She led me to the floor in front of the bed and told me to lie down. She straddled my face and I ate Steve's cum from her until there was none left.

She told me to go back to the kitchen to finish my poem as the two embraced on the bed.

My trip back to the kitchen was one of walking on a cloud. I wad humiliated beyond anything I had been in my life, but felt a submissive bliss and a realization I was used for Jennifer's enjoyment fully. After about ten minutes, I heard the two coming down the stairs, and the front door open and then close. Jennifer came into the kitchen in a robe and said, "Hello my submissive boy. Did you enjoy date night?"

I said, "Thank you for asking. I feel awash in the pleasure of pleasing you."

"You did wonderfully. I know how hard that was for you, but also know how much pleasure it makes you feel. If I weren't so tired, I would give you a treat, but we have all weekend. How about if tonight you sleep with me upstairs?"

That sounded wonderful and I was welcomed into her bed and drifted off to sleep against her nude body.



Introductions



You knock a playful tune onto the solid oak door before which we both stand. It is a new door, one I have never encountered in the waking life. A portal to a world I have never entered. I recognize the tune as what you've been bobbing your head to and humming on the walk here, though it's not a song I know. You're grinning your ass off. "What are you so excited about?" I ask, gliding my hand across your lower back.

"You're gonna like Erika," you blurt out, "you're really gonna like Erika."

"You gettin' me laid right now girl?" I squint my eyes and meet yours directly, attempting to read you. Your grin looks like it's about to burst through the edges of your face.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Our heads swerve to face the door as we hear footsteps from the opposite side. The knob turns. The door opens. The woman standing behind it has pale skin and wavy red hair. She has freckles and stands about 5'4," wearing a white tank top and no bra. She leans her arm against the door showing unshaven armpits. Her tits are thick, full, faintly visible through the thin white fabric. Her skin is glossy as though she'd been active prior to our arrival, and her lower half is bare, save a small pair of simple black panties. We're caught by surprise and she savors the attention, allowing us a tantalizing moment to take her in before she speaks. "You've been needing this for a looooooong time, haven't you?" She sizes me up.

"Uhh... maybe? I'm not entirely sure what's happenin-"

"You have," she cuts me off, "it's written all over you." My posture shifts self-consciously, "Don't try to hide it. It's a beautiful quality you've got. Anyway, the more you attempt to conceal, the more apparent it is to anyone paying attention," she looks me straight in the eyes, "and believe me, I'm paying attention." Her eyes are stern, serious, but not threatening. Small crows' feet are developing on the edges. I feel compelled not to blink, for fear that she may miss something. I immediately want this woman to know me. Your cheeks have gone pink as you witness this. I hear heavy breathing from your mouth which may literally be salivating. I feel a desperate urge to kiss you but she turns to you before I get the chance. "You are a very good girl for bringing him to me. Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes!" You squeal, bouncing your head up and down. She pulls her panties down to the floor and steps out of them. We glance around the neighborhood nervous that someone may see; equally excited that they might. Erika does not flinch.

"Pick those up," she instructs me, and I do. "Now put them to your nose and smell them, as deeply as you can." I freeze and start scanning the neighborhood again; apparently for too long because she grabs my pantied hand and stuffs it into my face. "I didn't tell you to pause and look around, slut, I told you to smell my fucking panties." I inhale deeply and feel intoxicated. She stares down at my pants and watches my cock growing inside. She lets go of my hand. "They smell divine, don't they? I've been masturbating in them all week. I bet they taste even better." Her eyes sneak over to you. "Open your mouth," she commands and you obey. "Put those in her mouth," she orders. As I do, I make sure two of my fingers are between your tongue and the fabric, so that I may feel them slide in and out of your mouth. You're visibly squirming at this point. Your hands are frantically groping at your thighs, too nervous by the surroundings to put them where the three of us all know you're dying to. Erika is smiling with immense satisfaction, "Alright, I think you two sluts have earned your way in. Shoes off in the house." She grabs my cock, which is now visibly outlined beneath my pants, and pulls me in. She slides her fingers down the front of your pants and pulls you inside. Then she closes the door behind us.

"Couch is around the corner on the left. Go sit down. I'll be there in a moment." She heads upstairs while we make our way onto the deep, soft, forest green velvet sofa. I push you down immediately and get on my knees before you. I press my face as deeply as possible between your thighs. I slide my hands up your shirt and squeeze your tits. I climb on top of you to press my raging hard cock against your body and grind on you.

"Thank you!" I whisper gleefully into your ear, "thank you, thank you, thank you!" You start moaning through the panties stuffed in your mouth as you grind against me.

"Having fun without me?" We hear. Behind me, standing at the base of the stairs stands Erika. She's wearing a skin tight low-cut red latex dress that reaches no more than 4 inches beneath her pussy. "That's no good. What you two need to understand is that you're on my turf now, and I did not permit this." She declares as she approaches, "here, how you two get off - and make no mistake, you will be getting off - is according to my whims and will happen when I'm absolutely certain that you require it more desperately than you've ever needed anything in your life." She stands over us. "Now climb off of her." I begin apologizing as I move to sit beside you, but I'm cut off by a slap to the face. She pulls my face and inch from hers. "Apologies are useless boy. People are always apologizing for mistakes they never stop making. If you're sorry, learn the lesson and don't fuck up again. Understood?"

"Yes," I whimper, feeling her eyes penetrate me, "I just... she's so beautiful I can't help myself. I want her so fucking badly. I need to feel her against me!"

"On your knees," she demands and I obey. She grabs the back of my head by the hair and pulls me under her dress between her legs. "No licking," she presses my lips to hers. My nose is buried in her bush. "You think you 'want' each other. That may be enough for little whores like you on a daily basis, but not today, and not with me. I'm going to push you two beyond wanting... far beyond. You want each other now, but soon you're going to need each other. No touching yourselves, by the way. Then we're going to move beyond need into realms you never knew existed, until you're incapable of feeling anything aside from desire, and then..." she looks straight into your spellbound eyes, "he's going to fill your pussy with the largest load of cum he's shot in this, or any other lifetime." I can hear you moaning and gasping for air through her panties. You're squirming around the sofa like it's made from fire ants. She's enjoying the show. The scent of her pussy beneath her dress is powerfully arousing. I dream that I may stay inhaling her essence forever, but she pulls me out and pushes me onto the sofa. I immediately lick my lips. "Clothes off! Undress each other, but no excessive touching!" We stand and stare into each other's eyes. I see so much in you. Arousal, desperation, but also comfort and joy. I think you're beautiful. I try and tell you so with my eyes as I pull your shirt over your head. Your body is trembling. I'm sure you feel that mine is as well as you unzip and pull down my pants. You stop for a moment to stare at my throbbing cock. Suddenly, Erika grabs your head, pulls the panties from your mouth, and thrusts you onto me.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I cry out as I nearly lose my balance. Erika slaps my ass and pushes it forward. I can see your neck tense while you start to gag. You're trying to pull back, but she holds your head firm. 5, 10, 15 seconds pass before you force me away with your arms.

"You little bitch!" She grabs you by the neck and pulls you up to her face. "Open your legs!" You do. She looks at me, "You! Hold her arms behind her back." I get behind you, clasp your hands together and hold them tight. I make sure they brush against my cock as I adjust them. I want you to feel me in any capacity I can get away with. I want you to feel my desire.

She winds up and... SLAP! Right on your pussy. You buckle with pain but I hold you up. She winds up again and your legs flinch so she slaps your face instead and pinches your nipple. "Looks like we're going to need more restraints for you," she whispers into your ear.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you..." you moan. She looks me in the eyes with a devilish grin. I stare back in awe. With my eyes I tell her, "You're incredible. You're so sexy. I've been dreaming about you for years. I would do anything for you."

She responds verbally, "I know."

* 

"Upstairs march!" She has 2 fingers in my asshole and is pushing me forward. You're in the rear with your arms tied in front of you. She pulls you by the leash around your neck. She leads us into a room stocked with various bondage tables, ropes, and sex toys. Suspension gear is hanging from the ceiling. She pushes a low lying table beneath it. "Lay down, boy." As I do, she pulls you over, spreads your legs directly over my face, and ties your bound hands over your head. She then secures a spreader bar to your ankles. Your pussy is 2 inches from my face. She straps my head, arms, and legs down. She unhooks you from your leash, and pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. "Oh by the way! All of this is being filmed! I would never deprive my fans the right to see what a gorgeous pair of obedient little bitches you two are." She announces gleefully.

"Thank you..." I'm writhing in my straps. I can see the juice running down your inner thighs. "Thank you... Mistress..." it feels good to call her that.

"Good boy!" She is excited. "It feels good to give in, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"You like to be a little bitch and obey me?"

"Yes!" We cry in unison now.

"Having your bodies used, feeling and being felt by each other in this state. Torturing each other at my will."

"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mistress!" We attempt to pronounce between involuntary moans.

"Good!" She declares, "because I've got so much more in store for you two!" She picks up a wooden paddle and slaps your ass. SLAP! I feel you lurch forward and pray that it may cause even the slightest drop of your fluids to drip onto my tongue. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She slides a finger down between your legs to gauge your wetness. She licks you off her finger. "Delicious, but you could stand to be a lot wetter."

"Sorry, Mistress," you plead.

"Can't you see he's thirsty down there? Don't you want to give him something to drink?"

"Yes! So badly I want to squirt all over his pretty little fucking face!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I'm squirming and sweating and shaking beneath you.

"Please! Please! I need you! I need to taste you!" I push my tongue forward desperately. "Please Mistress, let me taste her!" She raises her hand and slaps you hard in the clit, keeps it there, and starts caressing you.

"Do you hear how he begs for you?" You nod your head and breathe a yes behind moans and tears. "I think he's been a good boy and I think we should reward him, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress!" She puts her fingers inside you and works them back and forth.

"Well then that means you need to be a good girl and squirt for me when I command it. Understand?" Her pace inside you increases. You're starting to drip onto me now.

"I want to Mistress, but I don't know if-" she cuts you off with a slap.

"What you know is irrelevant right now. What I know is that when I tell you to squirt on this boy's face, you'll do it. UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes!" You cry out above me. Your hips are shaking uncontrollably. She perches one foot on the table next to my head, presses her body into your back, and wraps her arms around you. You feel the softness of her tits pushing against you through her latex dress. Her hand works your pussy. Her mouth is against your ear, caressing it with her tongue and lips. She adjusts herself and switches hands, but instead of pinching your nipple she takes her soaking right hand and pushes her fingers down your throat. I can hear you gag on them and feel your saliva drip down onto me.

"You told me his cock was magnificent, but good god!" She whispers into your ear, "Look at it! Imagine how it's going to feel when he empties it deep inside your pussy. The thought almost makes me jealous. Maybe I'll have him squirt into me instead." She is stroking your insides more quickly now, "Maybe I'll have him fill me up while you watch and after you can lick it out of my pussy like the little bitch you are. Maybe I'll have him lick it out of my pussy and swallow it while you get nothing!"

You want to cry out and beg for my cum, "Please no! Please let him cum inside me!" but she's still gagging you.

"Cum on his face, whore!" She shouts into your ear, "soak him, cover him," your hips jerk over my face like a jackhammer and I hear your moans become screams as your juice gushes out and onto me. "He'd better look like he just came out of the fucking pool when I pull my fingers out of you!"

"Thank you Mistress!" I cry out between moans. I open my mouth to take in as much of you as I can, but it's spraying everywhere. It splashes onto my face, neck, and chest and runs down my sides. The feeling is incredibly arousing. "Thank you for soaking me with her cum! Thank you for using me like a dirty whore! Thank you!" Your shaking and spraying subsides now and I can feel your body go limp above me.

"Awwwww," I hear her from above, "Ain't he just the cutest little fucktoy?"

"Yes, Mistress," you muster with all your remaining energy, "that's why I brought him to you."

"And how grateful I am for that," she grins, "we're all going to have so much fun together!"

* 

I'm tied upright now, my chest, arms, and legs strapped to a table that is secured against the wall. You're kneeling in front and to the right of me with your arms tied behind your back. She's pressing her body into mine and running her hands up and down from my face to my thighs, taking moments to caress my lips or my nipples. She savors my trembling as she nears my cock, teases her hand on my inner thigh, and then moves it upward again. You watch us as you fantasize: fantasize about being in her position and feeling me as she is, about being in my position and being felt by her, about how my face must have looked while you showered me, about how my face will look when I finally enter your pussy, about choking on my cock, and about being smothered by her pussy. You fantasize about all of it and it makes you wet and for a moment nothing else matters and it's an incredibly serene feeling. An incredibly serene feeling inspired by utter desperation, which, though it may seem an irreconcilable contradiction, isn't at all; not for the person experiencing it. An impossible feeling. A beautiful, dreamlike state.

"You smell terrific, boy," she inhales near my armpits. "No deodorant. I've noticed she hasn't been wearing it either recently. Did he inspire you that way, girl?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You two! Doing such lovely things for each other. You're very lucky to have him, and you, her. Of course, that makes me the luckiest because I have both of you." Our eyes meet and we exchange playful grins. "I don't wear deodorant either. Would you like to smell me?" She asks me, noticing the question arouses me.

"I have been thinking about it since the moment you opened the door," I blurt out. The two of you burst into laughter.

"I know! But it feels so good to hear you say it." She crouches down and puts your face to her armpit, "how do I smell girl? Tell him."

"Good," you say, "you're going to love the way Mistress smells."

"I bet you'd like a turn in there!" She looks at me.

"Yes, please!" I beg.

"There's just a small problem," she looks up at me, "you're so tall and I can't reach my armpit all the way up there." I'm visibly distressed by the revelation. "But wait..." her eyes slide to the corner and mine follow. A small stepstool rests there. "But someone would have to go get it, and that's certainly not going to be me," she caresses my body, "and I sincerely doubt it's going to be you," she smirks as she fondles the straps holding me tight. "Would you like her to fetch it for you?"

"Yes, please, Mistress."

"Well then you'd better ask her."

I look down to meet your eyes and see that look in them. You recognize the power you have over me and revel in it. I love when you look at me that way. I love you to know how powerful you are and how desperately I can need you.

"Please... Alexis... Help..." I look like I'm on the verge of tears. I AM on the verge of tears. You savor it for a moment before starting to stand up when... SLAP! She hits your face.

"No walking! You may get that for him on your knees. Should be entertaining to see with your arms tied like that." You let out a whimper and make your way over on your knees.

"Thank you, baby," I call to you. You reach it with ease, but the stool is in the corner, has two steps, is made from solid wood, and will not slide across the carpeted floor. We watch as you turn your head back with a pathetic look on your face, "Please Alexis... I need you," I call out again.

"Don't look at me," she says, "pay attention to your task, that stool isn't going to move itself." You manage to kick it out of the corner with a leg while kneeling and start nudging it forward bit by bit with your head and knees. Mistress was right, this IS entertaining. She turns back to me, "Where were we? Oh right, the teasing! You certainly love it, don't you!

"Yes, Mistress," I confirm.

"How long can you withstand it?"

"As long as you wish."

"I'll tease you like this all day then," She sees the idea turning me on, "All week even. I'll leave you tied here and have my slaves come in on rotation to tease your cock to the brink of orgasm over and over and over, until I come in and suck a week's worth of anticipation out of you. Then I'll spit it into your mouth and watch you swallow it all for me. How does that sound?"

"Oh my god..." I'm trembling. She slaps my face.

"How does that sound?" She sternly restates.

"I... nnnnnnn... credible," I manage to gasp. My cock is fiercely erect at the thought, "See what it does to me?"

"I do," she states, "I see everything about you. I can see straight into your soul, and what I see pleases me."

You've managed to nudge the stool over at this point. She steps onto it and pushes her armpit into my face. "Smell me, slut," she commands, though her doing so is less necessary than the nutritional information on bottled water. I inhale her scent as deeply as possible over and over. She smells divine. She pulls away, looks down onto my face, smiles, and spits on me. She wipes her spit over my face then pushes her tits into it. Her dress tightly enwraps my face as she pushes into me and I enjoy the feeling. She smothers me like that, seeing how much it excites me. Periodically she pulls away allowing me a momentary breath before she pushes back in. She looks down at you, "maybe I'll just suffocate him like this," she grins, "you know that's how he'd want to die; with a raging hard-on and tits in his face." She laughs. You laugh. I would laugh if I could breathe. "Glad to see you find the subject amusing, because suffocation might be your own fate in just a moment." She pulls her tits away, steps down, and kicks the stool aside. "Here!" She snaps her finger and points directly in front of me. You move into place. "Open," she puts her finger on your mouth. She grabs the back of your head and pushes you down onto my cock. She moves you back and forth like this for a minute before she thrusts you forward to bury me completely in your throat. She holds you like that. "A lot harder to push away with your hands tied behind your back, isn't it?" She pulls you out for a breath.

"Yes, mmmm-" you're cut off by her forcing you down again.

"Better not waste that breath, you're gonna need all the air you can get." She pulls you back and lets you gasp until you breathe normally. Then she forces you down once more and steps behind you to straddle your legs. She removes her hand from your head and replaces it with her pelvis. You can feel her pubic bone pushing forward on the back of your head, holding you down onto me. Her upper half pushes into me. She takes my head now, pulls my face to hers, and puts her tongue in my mouth. "Kiss me, slut," she demands, "like you've wanted to since I opened the fucking door." Our tongues dance through each other's mouths. You feel weak and try to pull your head back. She responds by pushing it down harder. "Little bitch! I'm not done here yet!" She sucks my tongue between her lips and holds it between her teeth while she gazes into my eyes. Your throat feels fantastic on my cock. I feel the urge to cum building when she finally backs away. You cough and gasp as thick strands of saliva run from your mouth. Again she grabs your head and pushes you onto me. Back and forth she works your head on my cock. When I near orgasm, she pulls you away, until I calm down, then she resumes. She's using your mouth and throat to tease me and she appears incredibly proud of that accomplishment. "You want to cum, don't you boy?" I moan and nod, unable to respond verbally. "But you know better than to cum in her throat." I nod again. "Because you know that belongs in her pussy." We both moan hearing her say this, and I nod. "Only before that can happen, I'm going to need to feel this magnificent cock of yours inside of me!"




Introductions



"Oh... thank... you Mistress! I... I need to... feel your... pussy... please!" I manage to squeeze out between gasps and moans.

"When I let you out of your straps you be good and lay down on your back for us." She pulls you off my cock and up on your feet, "this pretty young thing- kiss him dear," our mouths virtually leap off their faces and onto each other's, "-is going to sit on your face while I ride you." She unstraps my arms and puts my hands onto your breasts while we suck each other's faces.

"Thank you Mistress!" we cry upon feeling each other's bodies again. I ravage you with my hands while she unstraps my legs. I pull your body against mine and push my cock against your belly. "Feel me," my body is telling you, "feel what I never imagined I could need so badly to put inside you."

Yours responds as powerfully, grinding against me, "I'm dripping wet at the thought, I'm shaking, fill me as deeply as possible, over and over."

I lay down on my back and feel your pussy press down onto my face before I have time to blink. I suck your clit between my lips and swirl my tongue around it. You shake and moan. "Lovely," Erika smiles and watches, "But don't either of you dare cum yet, not before you're deep inside of her and I've heard sufficient begging."

"Of course, Mistress," you moan. My mouth is too occupied to respond. She positions herself over my erection and squats. She braces her hands on my chest, digs her nails into me, and pushes her clit onto my cock which is pressed against my belly. She is as dripping wet as you are and starts to grind. She begins moaning with pleasure, which we both find incredibly satisfying. She pulls your face to hers and pushes her tongue into your mouth. The two of you kiss and moan and gaze into each other. She reaches her hand down and wraps it around my cock. She points it between her pussy lips and comes down slowly, taking the head inside and carefully rocking back and forth. She massages my tip inside of her this way. She takes my hands and pushes them into her breasts. She puts her hands on you, squeezes your breasts, and claws them as she does. She takes great pleasure in hearing my moans smothered by your pussy.

"Do you think he wants to feel the whole of me around him, to be deep inside, completely enwrapped by my pussy?"

"Of course, Mistress."

"Well I want to hear him beg for me, but his mouth is full, but don't you get up! Push down harder! Grind all over his tongue. Beg for him. Beg me to fuck him."

"And what if I don't?" You flash her a playful grin.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to keep him here forever," the two of you feel me shudder, "but that means you'll never feel this cock again either. Remember the deal, whore?"

"Please, Mistress," your tune changes, "he's been so good. Please let him fill your pussy. Please take him deep inside you. Please let me see you use him, get off on him. You're so beautiful and I love to see your pleasure. Please." She presses down and moans as I slide into her.

"Now move for me, boy, work that cock inside me like you do so well for her." I feel her rhythm and follow it. Flow with it. Move with her, into her. I feel her wetness drip onto me. I feel her clit pushing into me. She's getting off on me, using my body like a toy for her pleasure and it is wonderful. "Make my pussy cum you little slut!" She gasps. I push into her and feel her tremble. Her pussy tightens on me. She grips your body and pulls at you. She throws her head back and moans... louder... louder... LOUDER. Her hips jerk violently back and forth. She's gasping for air. "Fuck!" she cries as her body starts to shake out of control. "FUCK!" Her pussy tightens like a vice on me and her shaking reaches a crescendo. Her pace and breathing begin to slow. She lets her arms fall onto me. Her face comes down to meet yours. "Off, " she says simply. You follow instructions. Her face meets mine, she smiles, licks your juices off my lips, and kisses me for a moment. She climbs off of me and behind you. She unties your hands. "Fuck," she states.

"How would you like us-" you attempt before she cuts you off.

"Just fuck," she states again, "of course no cumming without my permission," she slaps your ass, "but until then, fuck." She lays down next to me. "Put your hands on each other! Kiss! Show me the passion that has so consumed the two of you! FUCK!"

We both smile, "Thank you, Mistress,"

"You're welcome," she smiles back. I grab your hand and pull you down to me. Our faces meet.

"What are you so smiley about, BITCH?" You giggle in my face.

"Oh, you gonna play like you don't know, WHORE?" I giggle in return as I slide my fingers inside your pussy. You grab my cock. I push you over onto your back and climb on top, opening your legs with mine. Your hand positions me before your pussy lips. It feels like an eternity since I've felt you this way. You pull my head in to kiss me and I slide into you as we do. I hear and feel your moan as our mouths meet and inhale your breath into me. "I've missed you so much." I whisper to you as I press inward.

"Me too," you respond as you pull me closer. Everything outside of our bodies fades into obscurity. Nearly everything inside does too. Fear, anxiety, discomfort, daily tedium, depression, have all faded. Time itself ceases to exist. All that remains is desire. I never want to wake from this dream.

Erika watches with great interest. I love to feel her eyes on me. I love her to witness my passion for you. Our bodies become one and we dance; animally, rhythmically, sensually, aggressively. Grinding, moaning, biting, clawing, caressing, licking, spanking, pushing, pulling, gazing, groping, feeling. I'm above you with your legs pushed back over your shoulders. I feel your pussy tightening on me; your growing urge to cum feeding mine. "Ohhhhhh!" I have to pause my thrusting. "NO! Don't stop please!" "I'm so close..." "Please Mistress! More... don't make him stop! Please!" "Please Mistress... let me fill her up, I-"

"Stop," she coolly states. "Stop talking. Show me your eyes. Beg me with those pretty little eyes of yours." We turn to meet her face beside us. "Beautiful..." she gazes into us. We tremble and squirm and gaze back. "Wouldn't you two rather just remain in this state forever? Eternal desire, wouldn't that be a treat?"

"Nnnnnnn... ye... I don..." I manage to breath out.

"Look into each other's eyes." We do. "Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"Yes Mistress," we answer together.

"Isn't that the most incredible feeling another human has ever inspired in you? Well... myself aside."

"Of course, Mistress."

"Then why would you want it to end?" We're lost for response, left only to shudder and whimper and stare into each other. She smiles with delight at our position. "Go slow, boy, this orgasm needs to last." I begin again, moving in and out slowly, caressing you inside. You respond by rotating your hips with me. We continue this way, carefully pushing each other closer and closer and closer to the edge, never backing away to let the feeling subside, slowing carefully so as not to orgasm but only allowing the intensity to increase with each passing moment. We perpetuate our agony for Mistress, and we love her for the way she appreciates it... appreciates us. Her eyes are transfixed on us, soaking up every gesture; every stroke, shudder, shake, moan, gasp, twist, thrust, tease, kiss, caress. She is studying our bodies and our desires so that she may better arouse and control us in the future, and it excites me to no end.

She flashes me a smile before she leans in and whispers something into your ear. You grab the back of my head to hold me close for what you're about to say. "Fill me with your cum, please. Mistress would like to see it now!" I glance to her. She smiles and nods in approval. I push into you as deeply as possible and hold there. I feel myself slip over the edge. "Yes!" you cry. You grab my ass and pull me in deeper. "Ohhhh!" my moans increase in volume. You're pressing your clit into my pelvis and grinding. "Uhhhh!" your moans match mine. My cum squirts out and into you. We shake uncontrollably.

"Fucking gorgeous!" Mistress commentates. Our bodies squeeze each other as my cum continues in spurts that seem to last forever. "Empty that cock into her, you sexy slut!" She slaps my ass. The tension subsides as I empty. Our bodies loosen. You lay your legs down as I collapse onto you. I remain inside as we rest in each other's arms. I giggle into your ear. You turn to face me with an exhausted smile.

"What?" you giggle yourself.

"I dunno. I just... I feel... happy." I slide out of you and fall to your side.

"Open your legs girl," Erika slides her head between them. She licks up the cum that's dripping out of you, then climbs over and kisses you, depositing it into your mouth. "Don't swallow that all now! Save some for him." You turn back to me and slide your cum coated tongue into my mouth. I suck it between my lips and taste the wonderful concoction we've brewed.

"Mmmmmmmmm, tastes like... passion." I remark. The two of you laugh.

"What would you like of us now, Mistress?"

"Now? First you two may thank me for that incredible orgasm you've just received."

"Thank you Mistress!" We blurt out together.

"Then, well... that's obvious, isn't it?" we think for a moment and only manage to answer with puzzled glances. She laughs, "Now you two hop up off your little asses and join me downstairs for a cup of tea!"

"Sounds lovely, Mistress," I laugh. She pinches my cheek and smiles.

"My name is Erika," she says, "Call me that." She gets up and heads toward the door.

You're snickering to yourself while you look at me, "I told you you were gonna like Erika!" I burst into laughter.

"TEA!" I bellow, "of course! How could we not know that?"

You laugh, "Is there a more appropriate beverage for the occasion?"

"No..." I pause to think for a moment, "It's perfect."

"It is," you nuzzle me. 

As we lay and stare into each other's eyes, we wonder if either of us has ever spoken a truer statement.



Introductions: The Setup



Authors note: To the surprising number of people who wanted chapter three to my last story, I hope this will tide you over. I needed to write something to get back into the habit, and this quickie is the result. You may notice a theme with the uniforms, but I assure you, it's purely coincidental(!). Anyway, I hope you enjoy, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

*

You notice her of course, you are a man after all. Though you feel a sudden rush of guilt as you do so. At first glimpse you're looking at a young black schoolgirl, you allow yourself nothing more than a glance before turning back to the newspaper you were only half reading to begin with. A slight breeze, and the page you're holding curls at the edges and you see her again, you allow your eyes to briefly linger on her tiny body, her rounded breasts pushing against her tight blouse, the very same blouse which is held high by a knot revealing an agonisingly flat stomach. As you force your eyes down to your newspaper, you appreciate that short plaid skirt, and what, at this distance, look like black knee high socks. In a blink you're looking at her face again... and she's looking at you.

Feeling heat bloom across your face you look down, trying to make sense of the words on the newspaper, hoping she didn't notice you staring. You consider leaving, but you're waiting here for a reason... you wonder of anyone else noticed you. If at this moment people are turning their noses up at you thinking you some kind of sexual deviant. Your mind's rushing when you hear a quiet voice.

"Excuse me." It's the girl, she's walked over to you and wants to speak. "are you waiting for someone?" Her voice is soft, nervous. The accent is hard to place, part English, part American, part something else. You look up and your response gets stuck in your throat.

Up close you realise you're looking at a woman, not a young girl, though her tiny physique and youthful appearance startle you slightly. The knee high socks are actually thigh high black suede boots. Her hair falls over one shoulder like a black waterfall and while her skin is the colour of brown sugar, her facial features are those of a stunningly beautiful Japanese woman. You can almost hear the light bulb click on in your head. "Kara!" you manage to say, "I was expecting to meet Sara today."

The girl looks relieved, as though you're not the first person she's spoken to today in her search. "I'm glad I finally found you. Sara thought it would be, um, interesting if she didn't tell me exactly how to find you. May I join you?" 

"Of course," you begin to stand, but she stops you, gently pulling out a seat, and sitting at the table with you. "can I get you a drink?" 

"Thank you, no." she responds. "It is nice to finally meet You. After talking for so long it is pleasing to put a face to the kind words." You notice she has yet to make eye contact, but is immaculately polite in her mannerisms. Perfectly submissive. 

You want to ask if Sara will be joining you, but don't know how exactly to bring the subject up. Fortunately, Kara does it for you. "Sara asked me to bring you to her. That is, if you're not an ugly fat old guy." Kara looks down a little more, eyes slightly wider than before. "please forgive me, her words, not mine."

"That sounds like her!" you reply, forcing a chuckle to try and reassure her. Do I pass inspection?" Kara nods quickly. " I like your choker" you say, noticing the black line around her neck. You read the letters, "S-O-S... what does that mean?"

"Sara thought it a good idea to remind both of us that I'm her property today. That you're using me because she has chosen to offer me as a welcoming gift."

"a gift?" you ask.

"Sorry, Sir, I'm getting ahead of myself. I've been ordered to comply with your requests until it is time for you to go to our meeting place." She looks up at you for the first time, though her gaze does not quite reach your eyes, "My Mistress thought it would be a nice gift for you, if you want me. To use a cliché, your wish, Sir, is to me, a command."

You look around, a sly smile on your face, wondering when the punch line will hit. You decide to play along, confident in the knowledge that Sara will jump out at any moment to make fun of you. "So then, Kara," you begin with a concealed smirk, "if I were to ask for a blowjob in this very public place, you would.....?"

"I would comply, Sir, and ask only how you would like me to end it. Would you like me to swallow, or perhaps you would prefer to come across my face and leave it there as we walk to our destination. It's not far, but I no doubt deserve the humiliation it would cause. Or would you prefer to..."

You cut her off... could she be taking this seriously? You begin to wonder and feel yourself grow against your boxers. "I think swallowing would be acceptable." you say, with a smile, as casual as you were a minute ago when you chose coffee over tea.

"Very well," Kara says. She looks around at the people as though wondering how many would see her slip under the table cloth. She doesn't appear to be hesitating, simply assessing the degree of her humiliation. Wordlessly she falls to her knees and lifts the tablecloth. Out of your sight you begin to notice the people who stopped their activities to watch the young girl disappear under your table. You try to read your news paper again, as though this sort of thing were perfectly reasonable, trying very hard to pretend they're not there. You just about manage to make out the first word of the headline when you feel a hand slide up your thighs. You feel the zip of your trousers being slowly pulled down and find yourself shuffling a little further under the table cloth in an attempt to hide Kara's actions from view. You try to look casual as you feel a hand delicately reaching into your boxers and take a hold of your swelling penis. You feel it being pulled out into the open air where it's greeted by another small hand. Kara seems to be gently massaging your growing erection and you feel it growing. Something small and moist starts at the base of your penis and you picture her as she runs her tongue up and down it's length. Her hands pull down on your cock as she guides it to her mouth where she licks the head tenderly, Making her tongue a little firmer, she licks the tip of your cock as you feel fingers exploring and massaging it's shaft. 

"Is everything OK" says a voice from the forgotten outside world. You look up and it's the waitress who brought you your untouched drink and food.

"Y-yes, thank you" you stammer, "Just waiting for it to cool down" you feel a tightening at the end of your cock which can only mean Kara has wrapped her lips around you and is sucking you inside her mouth.

"let me know if you need anything" the waitress says, and after an eternity of a lingered moment, she walks away. Kara has sunk her head onto your cock and is slowly moving up and down over the head. You feel like you could explode at any moment.

Kara's hands have moved to your thighs as she concentrates on using her mouth to please you. You feel her rise and fall on you, getting further down each time you enter her soft mouth. You feel her sucking as she rises and notice on more than one occasion the table move slightly as she reaches the tip. You soon feel your whole cock engulfed in warmth as you fuck her mouth in long slow strokes. You've given up on reading the news paper, but the faces of those around you are lost anyway in the blissful sensation of what's happening to you right now. You don't care about the people who noticed the girl go under the table, or the people who can now hear you moan slightly under your breath, or the waitress who's looking uncomfortable at coming back to ask you to leave. You find yourself not caring that Kara's gagging slightly as she deep throats the length of your erecting. All you care about is the building explosion starting in your balls right now, and the quickening pace of Kara's sucking. She builds up momentum, you feel the unseen mouth rise and fall on your cock, she sucks harder as you feel your throbbing member about to release no matter how hard you try to delay the moment. Just as you erupts Kara sinks down on your cock and sucks, you feel thick streams of cum pulse out of you and she holds on with her mouth, her hand massaging the end of your cock as though trying to empty everything you have to offer. The throbbing slows and the last shots are released between her delicate lips. Lost in the moment you barely notice Kara licking the remnants of liquid from your shrinking penis before delicately putting it back into your boxers and re-fastening your zip.

Moments later she emerges from the other side of the table as casually as though she'd just bent over to tie her non existent laces. You notice a thick drop of cream slide from her lip. She politely scoops it up with a finger and sucks it into her mouth as polite as a person who had misjudged the size of a desert portion at a fancy dinner party. "If we leave now, we will get there in good time," she speaks, still not looking at your eyes, "I wouldn't want to keep our Mistress waiting."

With that, you rise to your slightly unsteady feet and absent mindedly put a twenty pound note on the table to cover your untouched four pound meal. You allow the girl In the school uniform, thigh high boots and collar to lead you to her mistress. You wonder what's going to happen next. And you wonder what Sara has in store for you. 



Introductions to Three Stories



By your comments, you, the reader, will determine which, if any, of these stories are continued. And your vote will tell me whether you like this concept of giving you choices. 

***** 

Lust at First Sight 

In spite of being tired after a day of traveling and meetings, Carol decided to have a nightcap at the hotel bar. Middle-aged and still reasonably attractive, she still had hopes of meeting Mister Right. And, as usual, she was horny. Some of those guys she had met with today would have suited her just fine, but of course they were married. 

She got her drink and sat at one of the small tables near the bubbling fountain, unaware of the eyes that followed her from across the lobby. Roger had waiting patiently for just such a woman to show up. Drop-dead handsome he liked to amuse himself at the end of his business traveling days by picking up lonely women in the lounges of first class hotels. 

Roger went to the bar and ordered a Scotch. She saw him then and felt a stirring in her stomach. Self-consciously she tore her eyes away and starred at the fountain. 

"Mind if I join you?" Suddenly he was standing by her table, looking down with a friendly smile. 

"Oh... sure," she managed. 

His eyes never left hers as he eased his lanky six plus feet into the chair. "I like your looks," he said. "Are you staying in the hotel?" 

"Yes." 

"Alone?" 

"Yes." She felt the color rise in her cheeks. 

"Me too. I feel like having some companionship tonight. What about you?" 

She gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean, companionship?" 

"It means spending the night together." 

"My goodness! Just because you look like God' gift to women does not mean you can proposition nice ladies like me after two minutes conversation." 

"But I just did." 

Carol knew she should get up and walk away, but her feet wouldn't move. Instead she just looked at him, imagining his arms around her, his hands on her body. 

"Look," he said. "We are both travelers and don't have much time. I want you." 

"Oh..." 

"I can see your nipples stiffening under your blouse. Am I right?" 

"Whoa. You are moving awfully fast." 

He raised his eyes and asked again, this time in a tone that demanded an honest answer. "Am I right?" 

She sighed. "Yes." 

"Tell me." 

"My nipples are hard." 

"And your pussy is feeling squishy." 

"You certainly don't waste time on small talk." 

"Am I right?" 

"Yes, damn it." 

"Tell me." 

"My pussy is wet. I can't seem to help myself." 

He smiled. "I knew the minute I saw you that it was going to be like this." 

"Lust at first sight," she said. "Do you have a name, or are you some mythical god come to ravish me." 

His laugh was guttural. "I like that image. My name is Roger. What's yours?" 

"Carol." 

"Well, Carol. Finish your drink. We can have another upstairs. Shall we go to my room or yours?" 

Carol accepted her fate. He was irresistible. All she could do was try to limit the damage. "I prefer mine. That way you can be gone in the morning and I can pretend it was all a dream." 

"You will not forget it like you do a dream," he said. "I promise." 

"What will I have to do?" 

"Obey me." 

A shiver went down her back, and she felt another wet rush. 

"And if I don't?" 

"You will be punished." 

"Then I'd better behave." 

"I may punish you anyway." 

She sucked in a deep breath. "I see..." 

He grinned. "You like to be bossed around in the bedroom, don't you Carol?" 

"You really have my number, don't you?" 

"Yes. It's not that unusual a number. Your safe word will be 'uncle'." 

"Oh God..." 

* 

Sugar Daddy - A Screen Play 

Scene 1 

Slowly the camera pans the drawing room of large mansion. The furnishings are heavy Victorian, but masculine in style, with multiple leather sofas and chairs in various sizes. Two large portrait paintings fill one wall. One is of distinguished-looking older gentlemen in Victorian attire. The other is of a severely dressed woman of middle age. Her stern expression detracts from the classic beauty of her face and the promise of her voluptuous figure. 

James enters from a door on the left, followed by Celeste. James is a handsome older man who somewhat resembles the gentleman in the portrait. His formal suit is fashionable, expensive. His age could be anywhere from sixty to eighty. Celeste is a creamy-skinned beauty in her twenties. She in neatly dressed in a medium-length skirt and buttoned up blouse. Its loose fit fails to conceal her full breasts. 

James: In here my dear. Celeste is such a lovely name. Please call me James. Have a seat. 

Celeste: Thank you, sir. 

She sits in a leather-padded, straight backed wooden chair. James takes a larger, more comfortable chair at an angle to hers. The camera alternates shots of the two of them with close-ups of each. 

James: Did you have to come a long way? 

Celeste: Not far, but it took several bus changes. 

James: Yes, public transit is not good in this part of town. That's one of the reasons I want a live-in maid. Are your working now? 

Celeste: No sir. I arrived in town only a few days ago. 

James: Oh. Where did you come from? 

Celeste: Finland. 

James: I see. Do you have family here? 

Celeste: No sir. I don't know anyone. 

James: Why are you here, if you don't mind my asking? 

Celeste: I had to get away from a bad situation. I thought I could find work and start a new life here. 

James: I won't ask whether you are here legally. Have you had many interviews so far? 

Celeste: Only one other. There are not many ads for live-in help, and that's the kind of job I need right now. 

James: I see. Where are you living now? 

Celeste: In a hotel. 

James: So you saw my ad. How do you understand the position? 

Celeste: The ad said you were seeking a live-in housekeeper and maid. It spoke of free room and board, and a generous salary, with one day a week off. 

James: Correct. But I believe it also mentioned working for a somewhat demanding older gentleman. 

Celeste: Yes. I did wonder about that emphasis. 

James: I have interviewed a number of women, but have yet to find one that I find suitable. 

Celeste: If it's lack of experience, or cooking skills, I think I have... 

James: That's not it. 

Celeste: Oh. 

James: My first requirement is that the woman be attractive. I have been without female companionship for several years now, and I miss it. On that score, you certainly qualify. 

Celeste: Thank you sir. 

James: The second requirement is more difficult. I am looking for a woman who is willing to take direction and conform to my wishes without question... all my wishes. 

Celeste: I see the way you are looking at me. I am not a prostitute sir. 

James: I have no interest in prostitutes. It's a woman with a compatible personality and attitude that I want living in this house. 

Celeste: If I may be so bold, sir, why are you living alone? You are an attractive, well to do gentleman. I am sure there are many women who would meet your requirements. 

James: Maybe. But I don't want a wife or live-in girlfriend. I value my independence too much. 

Celeste: So you want a submissive servant. 

James: Precisely. I want to be frank with you upfront. 

Celeste: And how is that different from a prostitute? 

James: Ah, you have spunk and are not afraid to ask probing questions. I like that. My definition of a prostitute is a woman who provides sexual pleasure in return for money on an impermanent basis. She does not have an emotional relationship with her customer. I am seeking a long term relationship with a servant who enjoys her work, a woman I can relate to and satisfy in many ways. 

Celeste: More like a mistress who also cleans and cooks. 

James: You could put it that way. 

Celeste: I have a friend who has what she calls a "sugar daddy". It has worked out very well for her. 

James: The "sugar daddy" description is probably a better one than "mistress". But I don't like the "daddy" part. I would not think of my housekeeper as a daughter. 

Celeste: Well, this is certainly not what I expected. 

James: No doubt you expected to be working for a woman, the head of a household. But if the woman had a husband she would probably be leery of having a sexy young thing like you in the house. She could make your life very unpleasant. On the other hand, this situation could work out well for you. I am a generous man. 

Celeste: Are you offering me the job? 

James: Not quite, not yet. I haven't told you about the third requirement. 

Celeste: My goodness. And I thought number two was over the top. 

James: Number two was that my housekeeper must submit to my wishes. Number three is that she must accept the physical consequences of disobedience. 

Celeste: You mean... spanking? 

James: Sometimes it may be necessary. 

Celeste: Oh my. 

James: Have you ever been spanked as an adult woman? 

Celeste: Yes. 

James: Did it excite you? 

Celeste: No... yes. Oh God I can't believe I am talking to you this way. 

James: I think you may be the perfect woman for this job. 

Celeste: I'm not so sure. 

James: I'll tell you what. Let's try it for a week. I'll pay you five hundred in advance, and another five hundred at the end of the week if you are still here. You'll have your own apartment on the third floor. I have an extra car you can use to go shopping. 

Celeste: And all I have to do is let you have your way with me. 

James: No, you also have to clean and prepare dinner. 

Celeste: It's crazy. But I like you. What do I have to lose? 

James: Nothing you haven't already lost. If you are unhappy you can leave anytime. What do you say? 

Celeste: I say I'm a lucky girl. 

James: And a very pretty one. 

Celeste: Thank you sir. 

James: Even though I am an older man, I still like pretty girls. 

Celeste: You are not old sir. 

James: I don't feel old. I want beauty around me. You have a very nice figure. 

Celeste grins and straightens her back. Her manner changes from formal to flirtatious. 

Celeste: I'm glad you like it. Has it helped me get this job? 

James: It was essential. Does that bother you? 

Celeste: Oh no. I am fortunate enough to have it, and I might as well take advantage. 

James: Part of your job will be to let me enjoy your beauty. Come over here. 

Celeste rises and walks over to James's chair. She stands in front of him, posing and smiling. He looks her up and down. 

James: Have you accepted the job? 

Celeste: Yes sir. I am ready to be your maid. 

James: And how are you going to approach the job? 

Celeste: I am going to obey my employer. You are now my employer and I will follow your instructions. 

James: Good. Let's go sit on the couch. 

She goes to the couch and sits, pulling her feet up under her so that she can face him as he sits beside her. He traces a finger lightly down her face. 

James: Such nice skin you have...so smooth on your cheek and neck. 

Celeste: I'm glad you like it. 

James: And down your throat. 

Celeste: Ummm... 

James: Put your hands behind your head so that your figure will be displayed properly. 

Celeste: Like this? 

James: That's right. See how it makes your breasts thrust forward. You are going to burst that button on your shirt. 

Celeste: Maybe you should loosen it. 

James: My pleasure. I think I will do the second one too. 

Celeste: Okay... 

James: Now I can trace your smooth skin down into this deep valley. 

Celeste: So I see. Or I should say, so I feel... 

James: I'm afraid all these other buttons are going to have to go. 

Celeste: If you say so. 

James: You knew this was going to happen, didn't you? 

Celeste: You made it very clear. But if I didn't like you I would not have accepted the job. 

James: You don't really know me. 

Celeste: I am a quick judge of men. 

James: I'll bet you've had some experience. 

Celeste: Yes sir. Oh, you have my front totally exposed! 

James: Indeed. Now let's see how big and firm you really are. 

Celeste: Ah... That feels nice. 

James: Do you really need this bra? 

Celeste: It does seem restrictive. 

He reaches behind her and undoes the clasp. Slowly he slides her blouse and bra straps down her shoulders, letting both fall away. 

James: Well, well. Look at these. 

Celeste: Umm... 

James: So, now that you know more about this maid job, do you still want it? 

Celeste: So far so good. 

James: All right, let's slip this shirt off. Put your arms down a minute. That's it. 

Celeste: Oh my. I feel so vulnerable. 

James: You are going to feel a lot of things. 

Celeste: So are you. Oh, that's nice... 

James: You may the answer to an old man's prayers. 

Celeste: I told you that I don't see you as old. 

James: How do you see me? 

Celeste: You are touching me like a mature man, not an old one. You have nice hands, strong but gentle. I am hoping that you will be good to me, that you will give me a measure of security as I get started in this country. I am prepared to be good to you. 

James: I can do that for you. But you must obey my commands, no matter how strange they may seem. Do you think you can do that? 

Smiling seductively, she pushes her chest forward. 

Celeste: Try me. 

James: Put your hands behind your head again. Whose breasts are these? 

Celeste: They are yours sir, to do with as you wish. 

James: Um... Nice long, stiff nipples. How does this feel? 

Celeste: Ahhhh... 

James: How about this? 

Celeste: Ouch! But it hurts nice. 

James: And this? 

Celeste: OH GOD... 

James: Tell me, Celeste, what do you think should happen to a maid when she disobeys? 

Celeste: But I have not disobeyed. 

James: Not yet. But what if you should? 

Celeste: Then I would expect to be punished. 

James: How so? 

Celeste: However my employer wished. 

James: Umm... You are becoming more interesting and attractive by the minute. Lean forward. Give me your lips. 

She kisses him eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulls her half onto his lap. Her skirt comes up in the process, and he slides his hand down her back, inside her panties, and over her ass. She squirms and kisses him harder. Finally he seizes her hair and pulls her head back. 

James: You are a hot little thing, aren't you? 

Celeste: It turns me on to please you. 

James: Nice, tight little ass. I like that. Stand up and drop your skirt so I can see that part of you. 

Celeste: Panties too? 

James: No. And put your blouse back on, without the bra and without buttoning it. Having some covering is sexier than nakedness. I will be buying you some special maid costumes. 

Celeste: Oh goodie. How's this? 

James: Very nice. But in the future you must always wear high heels. 

He grabs her ass and pulls her into him, burying his face in her stomach. She moans and comes up on her toes, encouraging his mouth lower. He kisses and inhales her. 

James: Ahhh, it's been so long. You are a flower. I am going to so enjoy having you as my maid. 

Celeste: If I am a flower, you should pluck me. 

James: By God! 

He gets to his feet, still holding her ass. She wraps her legs around him as he carries her off through the door toward the bedroom. 

* 

Winning a Slave 

Times were good in the 1840's. My inherited Louisiana plantation was producing as much cotton as I could transport to the market and making me a wealthy man at the age of 32. I had a pretty young wife and a dozen hard working slaves. 

Slavery was a condition of the times. In my heart I knew it was wrong, but I went along to get along, as they say. I reasoned that I couldn't change the system, only make the lives of my slaves as good as possible. They always had plenty to eat, and I never broke up families. Believe me, my people were in paradise compared with the alternatives, including being back in their home countries. 

Every year I took a few weeks off to go to New Orleans by myself and gamble. I liked to go up river for a few days on a luxury gambling boat, and then come back down on another boat. Poker was my game. I was good at it. 

On one particular trip I had a memorable experience. We were on our second day out, and I had been playing a lot of poker with a bunch of wealthy merchants. That evening I had a run of good cards and raked in the money. One older guy was losing big and not liking it. He had his son with him, along with an attractive younger woman that could have been his daughter, but I didn't think so. The way she was doting on him, I knew she wasn't his son's girl friend or wife. Losing so much money in front of them was embarrassing him. 

Normally the stakes at our games allowed up to three raises, each with a hundred dollar limit. But on this evening the old guy suggested we play some 'no limit' poker. This is a game where you can lose your ranch backing a unbeatable hand that turns out to be beatable after all. Any smart poker player will steer clear of this kind of action. 

That night however I was feeling super confident. I had a pile of money in front of me, and the older guy was obviously down to his last stash. That meant he was the one who was going to have to put up non cash collateral to stay in the game. And the fact that he was agitated and frustrated would inevitably lead to his taking big risks to win back what he had lost. 




Introductions to Three Stories



"Okay with me," I said. "You deal." 

On the very first hand of three card draw his eyes lit up. I had a pair of queens and matched his opening bet of two hundred dollars. He took two cards and smiled at me. "Well son, the price of poker has just gone up. It's going to cost you five hundred to stay with me." 

Slowly I fanned my cards to see what lady luck had delivered in my three card draw. I didn't think he was bluffing, and my two queens needed help if I was going to keep going with no limit. When the other two queens peaked out at me I had to bite my tongue to keep a rigid expression on my face. Four queens was one of the best hands I have ever had. 

"I think you're bluffing," I said. "You think you can intimidate me in a no limit game. I'm going to pay to see what you've got." I pushed five hundred into the center of the table, resisting the temptation to raise him at least another five hundred. With an almost unbeatable hand the trick is to drive up the betting by making the other guy think your cards are weak. Since he drew two cards, I figured he had a full house, or maybe four of kind, but not queens. 

"Oh no," he growled. "You're not getting away with that. The way no limit poker is played on this boat you can't call until after three raises." He reached into his pocket and produced a wad of bills. His son and the girl looked alarmed. It was probably the last of his cash. 

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, three hundred and fifty," he counted. "Match that and I'll show you my cards." 

I matched him bill for bill from my pile on the table. Then I raised my eyes. "I'm glad you pointed out the no call rule doesn't come in until after three raises. I raise your three fifty by another one thousand." 

That rocked him. He was out of cash and into the classic 'bet the ranch' situation. The girl pulled back, not so interested in him now that he might be broke. His son moved in close and spoke in a low tone. 

"Better be careful Dad. We don't want to risk too much here." 

"Nonsense," he barked. "I'm going to teach you a lesson. You can't let people bluff you in life. When you are sure of yourself, you have to go all in. I just need to put up something worth a thousand dollars and then all that cash will be ours." 

I sat back and waited. It would be interesting to see how he was going to come up with the collateral. It was unlikely that he had the deeds to any properties with him on the boat. 

"Son, go below and bring up Anna." 

"No Dad, Anna belongs to me. You promised. This is the first night." 

"You'll still have her. I just need to borrow her for a few minutes to close out this hand. Now, do as I tell you." 

The young man scowled, but he left the salon to go to the staterooms. Mister-over-confident appraised his cards again and then studied me. "Anna is one of my slaves. She is a mulatto, very light-skinned, twenty years old, and beautiful. She's no virgin, but she's fresh as a daisy. She's on this trip as my son's twenty first birthday present." 

"I never heard of a slave woman worth one thousand dollars," I said. 

He smiled. "Wait until you see Anna. She's got curves on top of curves. I bought her last week from a friend of mine. He told me she's very submissive and heats up like a pancake on the griddle." 

"I'll bet you didn't pay a thousand dollars for her," I replied. 

"Wait till you see her."