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Breaking All the Rules

By: Explorer222



Chapter 1

The waiter poured the last of the wine into their glasses and retreated with the empty plates. John took Carol's hand as she put down her glass. Looking into her eyes he spoke in a serious tone.

"What do you think is the most intimate experience two people can share?"

"I don't know, sexual intercourse I suppose."

"I think there is something much more intimate than that."

"Oh yeah, what?"

"Telling someone about your sexual fantasies."

"Oh wow, that would be something."

"You would have to have such trust in the person."

"I'll guess. You would not want it talked about."

"And you would have to make yourself so vulnerable."

"Incredibly. The other person could think you were really weird."

"Not if they were willing to reveal their real fantasies too."

"But what if they held back? They could describe some 'socially acceptable' imaginings."

"Well, you could agree ahead of time that you had to talk about the most far out of your thoughts."

"What's the point? Why take the risk? What if your relationship goes sour and you've given this person something powerful that could be used against you?"

"I think the point is the closeness that would result. No secrets. You have opened your soul."

"I suppose. Scary." 

"And then there is the possibility that your fantasies may coincide. That could greatly enhance your sexual relationship."

"You mean live out your fantasies?"

"Why not? You could do it just between the two of you, providing of course that it wasn't dangerous or hurtful."

"But what are the chances that your fantasies will coincide? It seems to me it is more likely that you could be disgusted by the other person's weirdness, and the relationship would go downhill."

"Maybe it should. Do you really want to spend your life with someone who is turned off by what turns you on? Wouldn't it be better to find someone you could really be yourself with?"

"You have a point there. But still, there is much more to a relationship than sex. Does it have to be all that important?"

"Ah, I have given that question a lot of thought."

"And...."

"I think it depends on the person. Some people have very strong sex drives, and others don't. If you have a mismatch in that area, I think you are asking for trouble. The person with the strong drive is going to have to find an outlet."

"Well, my experience has been that the relationship never even gets started if you have that situation. When I sense that a man is interested only in sex, I don't go there."

"The smart guy knows that, so he conceals his desire in the beginning."

"I know soon enough."

"Ah ha, and by the second or third date you may be interested is a little sex yourself. Right?"

"Sure, but not weird stuff."

.

"Again, the smart guy is not going to spring that on you. In fact he may marry you and still you would have no clue. Then he may or may not act on his fantasies at a later time and cause you and him a lot of pain. And in the meantime, because of this big secret you have missed out on the chance to be really close to someone."

"I feel really close to you already. Even though we have been going together only a couple of months, we've shared a lot, including some pretty fantastic sex."

"You'll get no argument from me there. Maybe you're right; keeping some things secret is a good thing."

"Well, when you put it that way, I don't know. Let's go now; the waiter wants our table. We can talk about this some more tomorrow if you want."

Chapter 2

The next night they were back at the same table in the same restaurant. As soon as they had received their drinks and placed their orders, John began again.

"Have you thought anymore about our conversation yesterday?"

"You mean the one about sharing fantasies?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Why do I get the idea you want to do this?"

"Because I do."

"I don't know. It's hard for me to imagine actually putting things like that into words."

"I understand. Me too. But let me ask you something: do you feel safe with me?"

"Absolutely. You have never done anything to hurt me, and I feel you would do whatever you had to do to protect me. And I know you love me."

"You are so right, and I'm really happy that I have been able to make you feel that way."

"You have."

"So do you think there is anything you could reveal that would make me disrespect you or love you less?"

"I guess not. You have accepted me the way I am."

"Okay. We have established that you should have no fear about letting me in on your fantasies. The question now is whether there is value in doing it, given the emotional energy it will take."

"Why do I get the feeling I am a witness being lead by an expert lawyer? 

"Are you ready to concede?"

"All right, since it is so important to you. But you have to go first." 

"I will, but you have to promise not to freak out and to open yourself to me too."

"You have a deal. This should be interesting."

"I think we should do it in a private, romantic setting. Tomorrow is Friday, and I am going to fix dinner for you at my apartment. Be there at 7 and bring your tooth brush."

"It's a date."

Chapter 3

Carol and John had both gotten married in their early twenties to the wrong partners. Now ten years later they were both divorced and leery of committed relationships. Fortunately neither had children, so they felt that they could start over with a clean slate. They had met on the elevator in the large office building where they both worked, and John had asked her to meet him for lunch.

She was surprised that a man as desirable as John had asked her out. There were many younger and more attractive girls in the office building every day, and she has seen more than one of them flirting with him.

But something had clicked on that first date. For the next two months whenever John was not traveling for his job he got together with Carol. They went to restaurants, movies, and sports events. They went on long walks and had long talks. And they went to bed together. It was all good. 

John had been infatuated many times before, but after the initial attraction something always seemed to come up to undermine the relationship. Usually it was when he realized that his gorgeous partner was more interested in herself than in building a relationship. Sex with a beautiful woman was always fun, but he wanted more than just the standard coupling and cuddling. It was too easy and becoming tiresome. He was weary of the one or two night stands that did not result in any real closeness.

One thing he had learned from his disastrous marriage was what could happen if you let a relationship drift and failed to face reality in time. He was pushing the sex fantasy issue with Carol to find out what she was really like. How she responded to what he planned to reveal about himself would tell him a lot about her.

Ever since he had been aware of sexual urges, John had been turned on by the idea of making a woman give up control and submit to his every desire. Reading comic books as a boy he had felt a strange excitement when the heroine was tied up and carried away by the bad guy. The pretend games he like the best were the ones where he was a pirate and could tie up his little girl friends after he captured their ship.

There had been a girl in his neighborhood who was a couple of years older and liked playing sex games with him. She would come into the pup tent he had in his backyard, and they would pretend that he was an Indian who had captured her. Lying on her back with her hands over her head like they were tied down, she would let him pull off her shorts and underpants. Little noises would come from her mouth as he probed and explored. 

Sometimes they would reverse roles, and John would be the captive. That could be even more exciting. She would play with him and talk about how interesting his parts were. He couldn't remember whether he was old enough to have erections, but he remembered really liking it.

He would never forget the time she came into the tent all worked up and anxious to show him a new development. The new thing was peach fuzz on her pussy. It was soft as a kitty's fur and felt so good. Unfortunately for John, there weren't many more visits after that. 

John did not really expect Carol to share his fantasies; that would be too good to be true. But it was important to him that she be understanding and accepting. If he detected the slightest hint that she thought his desires were perverted, he would have to cool down their relationship. His first wife had found some of his reading material and pictures and had let him know of her disgust. 

He knew his sexual bent was not going to change, anymore than a gay person could change theirs. And living your sex life in a closet was definitely out of fashion. If he was going to commit himself to a woman again, he had to be sure that she knew and accepted him at this level.

But what if Carol not only accepted his fantasies, but had submissive thoughts of her own? Several times during their love making he thought he had detected a desire on her part to be dominated. Could he be a Dom in real life? So far all the scenes that excited him had occurred only in his imagination. Although his good looks had enabled him to have sex with lots of women, he had never encountered a woman with whom he felt safe enough to act out his fantasies. 

In his everyday relationships he was generally tolerant and nonconfrontive. Instinctively he knew that a submissive woman would need a strong personality to force her to give up control and unleash her passion. He would have to open a door into a side of his personality that had never been expressed. He would have to be like Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, only in playing the role of Mr. Hyde he would be acting, and not really a crazy man with two personalities.

He longed to do this and was determined to play the role to the fullest. If only he had a woman who would be turned on by it. Could Carol be the one?

Chapter 4

Carol had a hard time concentrating on her work the next day. She sensed that her relationship with John was at a turning point. He was so serious about this sexual fantasy thing. On the one hand it was encouraging that he wanted to get closer to her by opening himself up in such a personal way. Most men, including her ex husband, kept stuff like that in a tightly locked compartment, and would never allow themselves to be so vulnerable. 

On the other hand, what dark secret was he about to reveal? Was he bisexual? Did he want to dress up in women's clothes? She thought she knew him well enough to dismiss these extremes as unlikely, but still...

It was definitely risky to agree to this idea of fantasy sharing. She liked John a lot and could imagine a future with him. But sex was a very powerful force that she had been raised not to talk about, especially with a man. She knew a number of happily married women who would never do such a thing—at least she thought they were happily married.

But John had been so persistent she came to believe that to refuse him carried more risks to the relationship than going along. Anyway, she knew he liked sex with her, and she felt she could manage the situation by skating around any problems and taking him to bed. 

Then there was the issue of facing up to the fact that she had some pretty unconventional fantasies herself. Sex had always been a strong force in her life, and in spite of her conservative upbringing she had experimented quite a bit. Certain non vanilla activities and thoughts did seem to stimulate her in a deeper way. Could she really talk about things like that with a man?

She dressed carefully for the private dinner date. Whatever his fantasies she knew that her body would play a central role, and she planned to wear a tight, revealing top and a snug, short skirt to please him. Carol was a curvy, slightly plump blonde, who knew how to make the most of her assets. The right bra made her average sized breasts ride high and firm on her chest, and she chose ones that were skimpy enough to make her look very sexy when her shirt came off. Her past lovers usually couldn't wait to peal her bra away, at which point they would become mesmerized by the size of her areolas and nipples, which quickly grew very hard and long...

In spite of not having a model's narrow waist, she had well proportioned legs and hips and a small, round ass that she knew looked good in tight clothing. John loved filling his hands with her cheeks and pulling her up against him. She was pretty sure that would be happening that night.

Looking at herself in the mirror she accepted the fact that while her face was attractive, especially her emerald-colored eyes, her features were not what people would call beautiful. But when she worked at it, with good make up and the proper styling of her naturally curly light blonde hair, she was able to make herself quite glamorous. For this important occasion she wore her hair up and took special care with her eye make-up.

After trying several outfits, she chose her tightest mini skirt with a form-fitting silk top. A colorful Indian bead necklace with matching ear rings added a feminine sparkle that matched her mood. And knowing how John liked her in high heels, she wore the highest ones she owned. 

At promptly 7 pm she knocked on his door. When he opened it she was standing there with a smile on her lips, holding up a toothbrush.

He laughed. "I am glad to see you took my instructions literally. You look terrific! Come on in. I have a delicious dinner almost ready."

Carol kissed him quickly on the lips and walked past him into his bachelor pad. Although it was by no means her first visit, she again noted the strong masculine flavor of the place. He had a long, leather couch with two matching chairs arranged around a sturdy coffee table that was made from a sliced redwood trunk. The same kind of wood had been used to make the custom bar that ran along one wall. There were chrome and leather padded stools for four people.

One wall was all floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city. An iron bar that looked like it came from a medieval castle served as a heavy duty curtain rod above the windows. The curtains bunched at the sides were made of a burgundy-colored brocade, and Carol knew from experience that daylight was completely blotted out when those curtains were pulled. On several sunny afternoons, she and John had watched movies in the darkened room.

Two other walls contained very colorful abstract art, displayed in a way that made the pieces look like original canvases. Modern lighting and hidden speakers playing soft guitar music enhanced the overall impression of being in the quarters of a well-off, discriminating man.

Several large carved wooden sculptures of female dancers were located near potted plants in the corners. They were graceful and at the same time semi-erotic. Even as a woman, Carol appreciated the beauty and sexuality of the figures.

Then there was the aroma. She didn't know where it came from, but the apartment smelled like a pine forest that had been sprayed with a light mist of male sweat combined with Old Spice lotion. It screamed maleness. Just being in this room with John was arousing. 

John handed her a glass of her favorite wine, and raised his in a toast. "Here's to the night when we really get to know each other."

She smiled and clicked his glass. "In for a penny, in for a pound," she said. "I'm ready." 

He kissed her again, a little longer this time, then turned to go the kitchen/dining area. "Make yourself comfortable while I do the finishing touches," he said. "By the way, you look stunning."

Blushing slightly at his compliment, she took note of how he looked as he stirred whatever was cooking in several sauce pans. He was dressed casually in khaki pants and an open collar blue shirt. John was what her friends called a "hunk". He was a tall, several inches over six feet, with brown curly hair and sparkling blue-green eyes. She had to admit that his looks were a big factor in her attraction to him.

She smiled as she remember that after introducing him to one of her girl friends, the friend had sent her an email quoting the lyrics from the old "Big John" ballade: "Kind of wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips, everyone knows you don't give no lip to Big John." Her friend had then added a comment about how she wouldn't mind giving lip to Big John.

"Come sit," he said. "We'll enjoy the food first. Afterwards we will have plenty of time to talk."

The dinner of salmon, wild rice, and asparagus tips was delicious. They ate silently, with frequent pauses to sip their wine and smile at each other. She felt his foot under the table nudging her ankle. 

"That was a really nice dinner", she said when their plates were empty. "I didn't know you were such a good cook."

"I went all out. Do you like the wine?"

"Oh yes. It's very smooth--just like you. I know you are setting this up as a lead in to our fantasy discussion."

"Am I that transparent? You are so cute when you smile like that."

"Let's open another bottle and get on with it. I must admit I am interested to hear about the sexual fantasies of such a normal appearing good guy like you."

"Okay. Here, let me fill your glass. Let's go sit on the couch."

They each sat on an end of the couch, facing each other with their legs curled under them. Their positions resembled wrestlers about to make contact.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Quit stalling and start talking," she laughed.

"Okay. Here goes. My fantasies all have to do with a man having power over a strong woman, making her do whatever sexual thing he wants, and having her being excited by being forced to submit to him."

Carol was relieved, and at the same time felt a little rush in her stomach. "Umm... that's not so kinky. I'm glad you don't want to dress up in my underwear. Just how does the man get this kind of power over a strong woman?"

"In my fantasies the man has some hold on the woman. Maybe he knows something that can get her into trouble, or greatly embarrass her. He uses this power to force her to do things she might have fantasized about herself, but would never have done if not pushed. Then when she is forced to give up control and is obviously aroused by it, the man gains further power over her."

Now butterflies were taking off in Carol's stomach. "So she becomes his slave?"

"No. That is why she must be a strong woman, someone who is the man's equal in all areas except things sexual. She is accomplished and everyone respects her, including him. No one knows what goes on in private when she submits to this man."

"But... what if he orders her to do things that she finds disgusting?"

"She must obey him or be physically punished. He will learn what gives her pleasure and what turns her off. His pleasure will be the greatest when he is pushing her in directions that excite her."

"Physical punishment? You mean spanking?" She could feel herself getting wet.

"Yes, among other things. He would not do anything to cause permanent damage, but there would be physical pain involved. The woman would learn her role and be sexually excited by it in spite of herself."

"I see ...."

"You are being very quiet. And you have a strange look in your eyes."

"I am processing what you are telling me. It is making my heart beat faster," she said, realizing what a big understatement that was. 

"Does that mean you can relate to my feelings?"

"Yes, and it's a bit frightening. I had invented a fantasy to tell you about that was remote and safe, like wanting to make love with a particular movie star. But now...."

"Yes?"

"Oh John, I never thought I would tell anyone this, but I have to admit that my real fantasies are similar to yours."


Breaking All the Rules



"Tell me."

"I feel weak. It's like you have plucked a string in my body and causing it to vibrate in harmony with you."

"Take my hands. Let me look at you. You are so beautiful. I see in your eyes that you would like me to have that kind of power over you."

"I don't know.... I'm not supposed to feel this way."

"It's part of being human, and feminine. I read somewhere that in anonymous surveys over a third of all women admit to fantasies like this."

"I'm not surprised. I used to get excited reading about war lords taking over a village and carrying away the young women. It was the way of the world not too long ago."

"Exactly. It's in our blood."

"By admitting to this am I giving you power over me?"

John felt a surge in his gut. This was his chance. He opened an inner door and walked out onto the stage in a new role. His voice was so firm it surprised even him. "From this moment when we play our sexual games you will refer to me as "Sir", and you will do what I tell you. Do you understand?"

Carol's eyes opened wide. Before she could think about what was happening she heard herself say, "Yes Sir."

Chapter 5

John felt like he was supercharged with some strange energy. His skin was tingling. It had been a big risk telling Carol what he did, and he could not have hoped for a better result. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman was on his wave link and ready to submit to him. Maybe he had finally found the kind of partner he had been dreaming about. He was determined to press ahead and find out.

As for Carol, she could not quite believe the speed with which things were progressing. She had expected John to reveal a fantasy about performing some kinky sex act, or maybe having a threesome with another woman. But instead he had tapped into her own suppressed desire to be forced into sexual submission. Suddenly her fantasies were in the open, and she had been powerless to resist going along with him.

He pulled her to her feet and with his hand under her chin lifted her face. "You are to go into my bedroom and put on a special maid's costume that you will find in a box under the bed. You are to wear nothing other than what is in that box."

Her eyes were hot, and he felt her body tremble. "Yes Sir," she said softly.

"Also in the box you will find a leather riding crop. When you are ready, come back here and hand me the crop. You can expect to feel the crop on your ass if you fail to please me."

She took a deep breath, but said nothing as she turned and went into the bedroom. John watched her ass twitch in the tight skirt. His cock felt like it was going to push through his zipper like a battering ram crashing through the door to the castle. Never could he remember being so aroused.

But it was more than that. The instant connection with Carol on this primal level lifted his feelings for her way above whatever stage had existed before. Could this be the real thing—finally?

Carol closed the bedroom door and sat on the bed to collect herself. Once she was out of his presence she felt she had more control. Or did she? Something was pulling at her like a receding ocean wave. Not wanting to stop and think she dropped to her knees and pulled the box out from under the bed. Rising on shaking legs she put the box on the bed and removed the lid.

Stuffed into the box was a bundle of clothing, various pieces in black and white, some with lace trim. On one side was a pair of high heeled black pumps; on the other side, stretched out like a headless snake, was a sinister-looking leather crop. On top of the clothing was a flier showing a young woman dressed in a black and white maid's costume. Carol knew that the picture was showing her what she was going to look like when she put on this outfit.

She felt the silky black material and studied the picture. Designed more like a fancy apron than a dress, the costume hid little. The halter top was cut in a deep V almost to the model's navel, and was held together with a thin ribbon just below her breasts. At the top the V was trimmed in white lace and open wide, exposing the sloping sides of the girl's tits. The skirt ended about six inches below her pussy, and was also trimmed in white lace. Her legs were bare, nicely shaped by the four inch fuck me pumps.

Around the waist of the short dress was a white sash with a large pink ribbon in the center. A semi circular apron of white lace below the sash added a decorative touch. The material was opaque, but barely, and it did not appear that the model was wearing anything under it. Carol looked at the face of the pretty girl and noticed she was wearing her hair up in a sexy style, highlighted by a little black and white lace crown on top.

"Wow, that is a very sexy outfit," she said to herself. "I wonder about the back."

Carol turned over the flier and saw on the back an even sexier display. The costume was backless from the waist up, held together again by the thinnest of black ribbons. Below the waist the skirt came together in an upside down V, with the point just above the girl's ass and the sides falling away so that her ass was almost completely exposed. The ends of the white sash that was around her waist hung down with their tips caressing the centers of the rounded bulges that were her ass cheeks. 

Always sensitive about her slightly protruding stomach, Carol noted that the dress covered that area and even glamorized it with the scallop of white lace topped by the pink ribbon. She hoped that John would not be disappointed in the way she looked in this skimpy maid's uniform. He had obviously chosen it with care. The thought of him and of about what she was about to do made her legs weak and her pussy wet.

His voice came through the door. "Don't keep me waiting. You have four minutes to get yourself into that costume and get out here. And don't forget the crop."

Chapter 6

Five minutes later Carol opened the door and presented herself to John. He was leaning casually against the bar, sipping his wine and watching her. The living room was in semi darkness, and the light from the bedroom was behind her, outlining her figure through the thin material. He wanted her so badly that the glass was shaking in his hand.

"Come here," he ordered.

Carol walked slowly toward him. His eyes radiated lust and his desire for her, reassuring her that she was meeting his expectations. "You like?" she said as she stood before him with her shoulders pulled back.

He set his glass down on the bar and reached toward her. Very lightly he traced the exposed inner slopes of her breasts with his finger tips.

"I like," he said. "But you did not bring the crop. Already you have disobeyed me."

She realized instantly that she had been so focused on how she looked that she had completely forgotten the crop. But before she could respond his hand shot up and slapped her across her face. WHAP!

The blow was hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. It was so unexpected she didn't know how to react or what to say. "OH... I..... What??...." she gasped.

He did not touch her again, but let her stand there in confusion and humiliation. The power he felt was electrifying, but he also felt compassion for her. It was not going to be easy for him to play the part of the uncompromising DOM.

"I told you there would be consequences if you displeased me," he said in a non threatening tone. "The slap was for forgetting the crop. But you were also a minute late in coming out of the bedroom. There will be consequences later for that. I suspect that you took so long because you were admiring yourself in my bathroom mirror. Am I right?"

"Yes," she sobbed, still shaken by the fact of the slap as much as the pain. "I wanted to look good for you. I am trying...."

"Okay, okay," he said. Lovingly he dabbed his handkerchief under her eyes to dry the tear droplets. "I know this is new for you. It is for me too. Trust me that I will not hurt you. You have no idea how appealing you look in that sexy costume with that look of shock on your face."

"I am shocked. I did not deserve that kind of treatment."

"In normal circumstances I would agree with you. But we have temporarily created an abnormal situation, one in which I decide what you deserve and what you don't. The slap was necessary to initiate you into your role. Now go get the crop."

Not knowing how to respond, and not wanting to antagonize him further, Carol turned and walked back toward the bedroom. She could feel his eyes on her bare ass as she moved. In spite of her surprise she was aware of the sexual nature of that single slap. He was asserting his power over her and giving her license to give up control. Her excitement continued to build as she picked up the crop and returned to the living room.

He met her in the middle of the room and took the crop from her hand. "That's better," he said. Moving a step closer he reached around her with the crop and ran it slowly up and down the crack of her ass. At the same time he leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips. She melted against him as he eased one of his legs between hers.

After a long and intense kiss he leaned back. "You look good enough to eat. Now stick out your tongue, and open your eyes."

The crop was now burrowing more deeply into her ass, pulling her against the hard muscles in his leg. She raised her eyes to him and offered her tongue. For a long moment he just looked at her. In his eyes she saw his lust, but she also saw something else. It was a kind of tenderness, like the look a boy would give a puppy as he played with it.

Gently he took her tongue between his lips and sucked. His other hand joined with the crop in probing and caressing her bare ass. In the process the short skirt had come up so that her exposed and very wet pussy was in contact with the hard rod that hung between them. She strained upward in her high heels to try to reach more of him. Maybe if she could get him to fuck her he would forget about further punishment.

Instead he unwrapped his arms from around her and stepped back. A big smile lit up his face. "Nice try," he said, "but my maid has work to do before she gets paid. There are lots of dirty dishes in the kitchen."

Chapter 7

For the next half hour Carol stood at the sink washing and drying as John stacked things on the counter beside her. It was amazing to her that so many pots and pans and utensils could be used in preparing a dinner for two people, and even more surprising that a fancy apartment like John's did not have a dishwasher.

John amused himself and kept her blood boiling by teasing her and exploring her body as she worked. He exchanged the crop for a soft bristled brush that he ran back and forth over her bare ass. Bent over the sink she was in the perfect position for his attentions.

"You have the most delectable ass," he said, pulling up a low stool so that he could sit comfortably while he tormented her.

"Thank you Sir. It belongs to you."

"You are learning fast. After a few months of training you will be a good sex toy. How do you feel about that?"

She stopped washing and put her head down into the sink, bending her body over more and raising her ass for him. Cool air flowed over her more exposed pussy, making her shiver. "Oh John, you've got me so turned on I will do anything you say."

He rewarded that statement by dragging the tips of the brush over her pussy. "Good girl. Now hold onto the sink. I'm going to use this copious juice of yours like water color and paint a picture on your pussy."

Carol had never felt anything like it. "OH MY GOD..... I can't take much more of thatttt... OHHHH...."

"How about this?" John turned the brush and began dabbing the points of the bristles against the area around her clit. She moaned and he felt a trickle of slippery fluid drip onto his finger. In a moment of inspiration he placed the lubricated finger against her rear hole and slowly pushed it in.

"AAAHHHHHHH...." She screamed and trashed against the counter as the orgasm took hold. He kept at her, driving her to peak after peak until she finally slumped down on his lap.

He reached around and cupped her tits. With his mouth up to her ear he whispered encouragement. "You see, good things happen when you obey. And there's lots more to come, including me," he chuckled. "Now I'll let you finish the dishes in peace, while I prepare a few more surprises."

Carol struggled to her feet with a helpful push from below. Her muscles were like wilted flowers, but she felt a profound sense of tranquility and satisfaction. Giving up control to John had been so right. He had proved that caring for her was an integral part of taking his own pleasure. And her sexual pleasure from being ordered around and disciplined confirmed for her that her fantasies were based on her true nature. Whatever he wanted to do next, she was up for it.

In spite of his overwhelming desire to grab her and take her to his bed, John kept himself under control so he could prolong this first experience of dominating her. He wanted to see whether a dose of real pain would take her to another level of submission. The thought of making her writhe and cry and then explode in another orgasm made him crazy with lust. He left her in the kitchen and went into his bedroom.

For years he had been collecting BDSM toys on line and at various sex shops, feeding his fantasies and hoping that someday he would be able to put his purchases to use. He retrieved the large carton from the top shelf of his closet and placed it on the bed. His heart raced as he viewed the jumble of paddles, whips, vibrators, restraining devices, and various other toys.

Several months ago he had purchased was what was called a "cup set", a group of clear glass cups of various sizes with air valves on the crowns, and a pen-like plunger that could be attached to a valve and suck the air out of that cup. The cups were designed to fit over nipples and/or areolas of different sizes and shapes. When the air was evacuated blood would rush into the area and anything enclosed would swell to twice normal size. 

The instructions showed pictures of women with huge nipples under glass and ecstatic expressions on their faces. Other pictures showed that the nipples stayed large after the glass cups were removed.

He took the cup set and a pair of padded wrist cuffs that were linked together with a small chain. Then he put the carton on the floor in the corner of the bedroom, where he could easily get his hands on other items as needed. Finally he took off his clothes and put on a pair of silk-like lounging pajama bottoms. The material caressed his hard cock and did nothing to keep it down. His chest he left bare.

Then, almost as an after thought, he returned to the carton and rummaged around until he found a small digital recorder. It was made of plastic, about the size and shape of an Ipod, and it would record sounds in high fidelity for twelve hours. Every conversation and noise would be captured and could be transferred later to his large capacity computer disk. He turned it on and slipped it into the pocket on his pants.

Carol was just finishing wiping off the counters when he returned to the kitchen with his toys. Here eyes grew wide as she looked at his physique and the wrist cuffs dandling from his hand. He appeared so big and powerful, and she felt extremely vulnerable in her brief costume, a feeling that was making her wet yet again.

"Let's get you up on the counter where I can see you better," he said. Putting down his toys, he seized her by the waist and lifted her up until she was sitting on the edge of the granite top with her legs hanging over. The little skirt had pulled up so that it was a mere flap over her otherwise naked pussy. He pulled her legs apart and stood between them.

"Give me your wrists," he ordered.

She presented her lower arms to him so that he could put the cuffs on her wrists and secure the Velcro bindings. "Now put your hands behind your head," he said.

Taking a deep breath she did as he told her. "I am going to warp this chain around your neck and attach it to the cuffs," he said. "That will keep your arms and hands out of the way. The chain is plastic, so it won't cut your skin, but I advise you not to struggle."

"What are you going to do to me?" With her hands tied behind her head and her partially covered breasts thrust forward only inches from him, she suspected that he was about to torture her tits. It made her pussy even wetter.

"These tits of yours are not as firm as I'm sure they were ten years ago," he said as he lifted her right breast out of the halter top. "But no matter. It's your nipples that I love, and I'm going to enhance them for my pleasure."

When both breasts were exposed he arranged the strained halter under them to push them up and together, creating an erotic cleavage. Her large nipples stood stiff and pointed upward, aimed right at his mouth. They looked so delicious that he could not resist kissing and licking each one in turn.

"Ahhhhh...", she moaned and twisted her torso to create more friction with his mouth.

"Very tasty," he said, "but not big enough. I have something here to double their size and make them more succulent."

Carol's eyes followed his hands as he opened the box and selected two medium-sized cups. "We'll start with a size five, and then go to a ten later," he said smiling.

"Oh my. I've never seen anything like that. Is it going to hurt?"

"A little hurt is good," he said, pinching her left nipple.

"Owwhh..."

The first cup fit snugly over the just pinched nipple. He opened the valve and attached the pen pump. It took only three strokes of the plunger to lock the cup on her tit and draw the nipple to fill the glass container.

"AHH.."

"Does that hurt?"

"No, but it feels weird."

"Now for the other one."

When both tits were captured in the glass cups he pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her. She met his tongue and shook her breasts so that the cups scraped across his bare chest. By leaning into her at the right angle he could guide the valve stems on the cups to agitate his nipples, further fueling his passion. He pulled hard on her hair and sucked hungrily on her hot tongue.

Both of them were breathing hard when he pulled back and looked down at her tits. "The instructions say to leave them on for two or three minutes and then change them for a larger size. I believe in following instructions."

Carol knew she had no say in the matter. She watched as he open the valves and released the suction. The cups came off, revealing nipples swollen like giant, ripe olives.

"Beautiful," he said as he flicked them with his finger tips.

"Oh John, that feels so gooood...."

The larger cups were more elongated in shape to allow for a tight fit even with her nipples stretched to twice their normal length. John positioned the first one and began to pump out the air.

"OWWW.." she screeched. "Now it hurts. You're sucking it out of my body... Awhh..."

John drew on the plunger twice more before moving to her other tit and repeating the process. She was squirming on the counter top, moaning and trying to throw off the suckers like they were some kind of animal that was biting her.

"These have to stay on for five minutes," he said calmly. "You have to do this three times a week to have a permanent effect. If I am not around to do it, you are to do it yourself. I want large nipples to play with."

"Oh godddd...."

"Here, I will give you something to distract you." He moved closer between her legs and pulled her skirt up and out of the way. With a quick jerk on the snaps on his pants he freed his cock and let it lie on top of her pussy. Like a sausage being placed on a hot buttered bun, his stiff cock nestled into the welcoming valley between her pussy lips.




Breaking All the Rules



'OHH MYY GODDDD.... IT'S TOOOO MUCH.... PLEASE....."

He began moving his hips and sawing back and forth. "Please what?"

"Please FUCK ME... FUCK ME.... OH GOD..."

To torment her more he used his hand to press down on his cock and push the tip against her clit. With his other hand he flicked the nipple cups to make them swing and pull on her agitated buds.

Carol was in a trance. The combination of sensations and her utter helplessness blotted out any rational thought. She bounced and squirmed and moaned. John felt her legs wrap around him and urge him on. He could hold back no longer.

A minor adjustment of the angle of his cock and he was in her. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her off the counter so he could maneuver her body and drive into her depths.

"AHHHHH.... YESSSSS... MORE..... MORE....."

Chapter 8

Five minutes later Carol was still sitting on the counter with John standing between her legs. He had removed the cups from her breasts, and his cock was retreating from her sopping pussy. The explosive orgasm that had racked them both moments before left them in a relaxed and loving mood.

"Your arms must be getting tired. I am going to release the cuffs and reattach them with your arms lowered and your hands behind your back."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, as her arms were repositioned. "Maybe we could go lie down for a while."

He lifted her tits, admiring the greatly distended nipples. "I'm afraid not," he said gently. "You still need to be punished for your earlier disobedience. I can't very well let you off on your first day of servitude."

She found it hard to believe, but his words and the way he was looking at her was heating her up again. Her nipples ached in a way that was not unpleasant, but that craved attention. As if reading her thoughts, he bent his head and took her nipples on at a time into his mouth, sucking and drawing on them to maintain their size.

"What are you going to do?' she whimpered. He straightened and pulled up his pants.

"First I am going to take advantage of having you on the kitchen counter to torture your sensitized tits with a few kitchen tools, like this plastic spatula. Then I am going to take you into the living room and bend you over the back of my leather couch with your ass in the air and spank you soundly."

Carol barely had time to process his words before the flexible little spatula was slapping the undersides of her tits.

"OWWW... that STINGS..." she wailed.

"Good. Maybe you will remember to do as your told next time." After a few more swats at the fleshy lower parts of her breasts, John turned his attention to the big nipples that aroused him so much. Using the edge of the spatula he whipped the long nubs back and forth. Her eyes welled up, and she began to sob.

"Oh god John.... They're so tender.. Please..... Please.... Ohhhhhh...." 

He loved seeing her tits dance and forcing her to beg, but he knew when to stop. Determining that point and keeping himself under control was the challenge he had set for himself. 

"OK, I will spare you, but your tits have to be toughened to take more abuse from me. I like doing it too much. For example, let's see how they like being plucked by these metal tongs."

They were common kitchen tongs designed to be used to extract spaghetti and other things from boiling water, and the clamps on the end contained short metal teeth. John had fantasized about using this tool on a woman's swollen nipples, a fantasy he was about to make real.

"This is what is known as 'tit torture', and it is used in interrogating submissive sluts like you." He position the clamp over her the protruding point of her tit and squeezed the handle. The teeth bit into her.

"OOOWWWWW..." 

Compressing the handle to make to make the tongs clamp more firmly, he slowly rotated his wrist, all the while watching her eyes to determine the degree of pain she was experiencing.

"Now I'm going to ask you some questions. If you answer truthfully and completely, I will let up on the pressure...like this."

She felt a wave of relief as the jaws were opened. But almost immediately he moved the tongs to seize her other nipple.

"However, if you do not, then you can expect to hurt more. You see you have no choice but to tell me what I want to know."

"All right... all right," she whined. "I'll tell you. Please don't squeeze any harder."

"I am going to interrogate you many times," he explained. "You are going to tell me about all your sexual experiences and thoughts. What do you say?"

"Yes sir, whatever you want Sir. I have no choice."

"Correct. You don't want to feel this again do you?" The clamp closed painfully and then released.

"OOWW... No Sir... Please Sir... No more of that...."

"All right. Now tell me when was the last time you masturbated?"

The question came as a shock. He was demanding to know about the most personal and private aspect of her life. The truth was she masturbated a lot and always felt a little ashamed afterward. She never thought anyone would know about this side of her.

He sensed her hesitation and pressed the handle on the tongs. The sudden pain made her wince and cry out, "OOOOWW.."

"Don't think about it. Just tell me," he commanded. "You are going to hurt a lot more if you don't."

The threat of increased pain was what she needed to get past the protective wall in her brain that was trying to shield her secrets. A voice she did not recognize began unburdening her soul to him, ignoring her humiliation.

"Last week, when you were away. I needed it so badly."

"Where were you?"

"At home, in my bed."

"Did you use a vibrator?"

"Yes."

"Describe it." He released the pressure on her tit as a signal that he was pleased with her response so far. She sighed and continued.

"I used my favorite one. It is fairly long and designed to be inserted. The end is slightly curved so that it reaches up into my G spot area. A separate little branch ends up right over my clit."

She was amazed at how much she was telling him. It was like a separate part of herself was talking and they both were listening. Her nipple still burned from the attack by the torturous tongs, reminding her to do what he said.

"Why is it your favorite?" he asked.

"It has its own random vibration control. I just turn it on and let it do its thing. It's like having another person doing me; I don't know what's coming next: fast, slow, strong, or weak. And if I put a pillow between my legs to hold it in place, I can read stories on my lap top while it is stimulating me."

"Stories? What kind of stories?"

Again she hesitated. Another very private area of her life was about to be uncovered by this man. She felt the tongs move on her tit.

"Okay, okay.... I'll tell you. But I'm so embarrassed."

"Listen to me. I know you are highly sexed, just like me. That's one of the things I love about you. I am going to tap into that latent volcano. In the beginning you are going to be embarrassed by lots of things I am going to make you do," he said, "but that's no excuse. Now talk."

She took a deep breath. "I have several favorite sites that have good erotic stories, ones that let me get into the role of the woman and let my imagination take over."

"What are the themes you like?"

This was the question she had been dreading. If she was answered truthfully he could use that knowledge to have more leverage over her. The tongs moved again and she blurted out the information that she knew would further enslave her to him. "I like variety, but I gravitate to stories about loving wives and BDSM."

He smiled and let up on the pincers. "Good girl. You have told the truth. What about stories that include group sex or women making love with women?"

The dam had burst and there was no reason to hold back anymore. "Those stories are exciting if the man is forcing the woman to participate."

John's cock stiffened. Once again he felt a strong sense of being in harmony with this woman. It seemed a shame to have to spank her after she had let him into her deepest psychic. But he had a job to do.

Chapter 9

John put down the tongs and lifted her chin. "You have done well in your first interrogation. Now scoot forward on the counter so I can carry you into the living room for your spanking."

Suddenly Carol had a change of heart. It was like she had snapped awake after a particularly explicit dream. Why was she letting this man do whatever he wanted to her?

She was exhausted and ashamed that she had given in so easily to his every demand. Summoning her final reserves she protested, "NO. I've had enough for today. I want to go home. PUT ME DOWN!"

John jerked back and looked at her hard. This unexpected defiance fired something in his gut and excited him. Here was his chance to truly force her to submit to his will. So far she had enjoyed everything he had done to her and had no reason to fight him. In order to fulfill his fantasy, and hers, she had to be forced to submit to something she was reluctant to do. It was important make maker her believe that she had no choice -- that the consequences of resisting him were worse than anything he might do.

"You don't tell me what to do," he said calmly. "I will let you go home when I am good and ready. In the meantime you are going to learn what happens when you defy me."

She was kicking and squirming, but against John's strength with her wrists clipped together behind her back she had no chance. He dumped her on her stomach across the back of the couch, and held her there with his big hand in the small of her back while he reached under the couch for the leather tether that he had positioned there.

The tether had a noose on one end, and he slipped it easily over one of her ankles. The other end was tied to a leg of the couch. If she tried to escape by scooting forward onto the seat of the couch, her bound leg would prevent it.

He held her by her hair while he walked around to the front side of the couch, where another tether was waiting. It also had a noose on the end, one that was big enough to put over her head and close on her neck. In a moment it was done, and he stood back.

"Let me go, you bastard! I didn't agree to this!" She was bucking and squirming to get free, but it was hopeless. The two lines secured her so that she could move only a few inches in any direction.

It was one of the sexiest scenes John had ever seen, better than any pictures on the internet. The tethers had her positioned across the high-backed couch so that her head was in the seat and her feet were a few inches off the floor. Her bare ass was the highest point of her body. With one leg tied but the other free John knew he could pull her loose leg to the side as far as he wanted to expose her.

Her hands were still tied behind her back. The line on the noose around her neck had enough slack that she could raise her head and look at him and complain, but when she did, her uncovered tits with their still swollen nipples hung open and defenseless. John felt his cock hardening again.

Realizing her helplessness she stopped squirming. "Please John, I don't like this. You are going to hurt me and you haven't even given me a safe word."

He raised his eyebrows. "So you know about safe words. Unfortunately for you I don't believe in them," he said, picking up the crop. "If you have a safe word and can stop me whenever you want, you really haven't given up control. We both know that is what it is all about. I am going to teach you to trust me and submit to me without reservation."

"Oh god...."

"I will know when you have submitted, and then I will stop. And that is when I will love you."

Not knowing what else to say, she buried her head in the cushion and waited for the first blow. In her gut she knew he was right, that she had not yet given up control without reservation, and that more ecstasy awaited her when she did. She just hoped the pain would not be too great and no permanent damage would be done to her.

She tensed. But instead of the sting of the crop, she felt his finger tips moving over the curve of her ass. He had decided to enjoy the smooth feel of her with his hands before making her skin rough and raw.

"I see some of that feistiness is gone now that you know you must accept your fate," he said. "You will be glad in the long run. We are going to nirvana together." He continued to stroke her. "I love the shape of your ass, especially where it curves down to meet your thigh, right here...."

"Oh John...."

"And from here I can easily go up and under, to here...."

He pulled her leg to the side and ran his finger tips over her pussy, which to her shame was secreting again.

"OHHHH.... What is happening to me?"

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and began slapping her ass hard with the palm of his hand.

WHAPP WHAPP WHAPP

"OOOOWWW..."

On and on he spanked her, delighting in the way her flesh bounced. Every hit on one cheek caused the other one to jump and quiver. He kept at until her skin was a rosy pink, and his hand was beginning to hurt. When he finally stopped she was sobbing into the pillow, swinging her ass from side to side in a frantic attempt to ease the burning.

"PLEASE NO MORE..." she wailed.

"But you haven't even felt the crop yet," he said calmly. "And I don't see any welts. Your training must continue."

The crop had a three inch leather flap on one end, perfect for accurate slapping at particular spots. He began by tapping the under curve of her ass on one side, just above her thigh. Once he had the range he snapped the little whip repeatedly at the same place, increasing the force each time.

Pat... Slapp... Whapp... WHapp... WHAPP... WHAPP...

"OH GODDDDD...."

He moved to the other cheek and repeated the process, followed by a long series of blows focused on other tender places on her ass and thighs. She was crying so hard at that point that no intelligible words came from her. Her ass was pot marked with red splotches and welts were beginning to form.

He lay the crop down on the small of her back and walked around the couch so he could look at her face. Still sobbing uncontrollably she turned her head into the pillow to avoid letting him see her. He knelt beside the couch and grabbed her by the hair to lift her head.

"Look at me," he ordered. "Or I will get the crop and continue."

She knew she was broken. He had proved that he would do whatever it took to make her submit. Through tear filled eyes she looked at him. She was surprised to see that the expression on his face was not one of cruelty or anger, but instead showed tenderness and concern. The message in eyes was clear: if she did what he told her he would love and comfort her. She let go her last strand of renitence. 

"I'm sorry I resisted you, Sir," she blubbered. 

"You have taken your punishment," he said. "That is the first step. Now we can go lie down like you wanted, and you can show me how sorry you are."

"Yes Sir. I will be good, I promise."

Chapter 10

He released the tether from her ankle and unclipped the wrist cuffs. She was still draped over the back of the couch, whimpering and prevented from standing up by the noose around her neck. Feeling sorry for her he sat on the couch and pulled her down into his lap. The noose was loosened and removed.

"I know you are going to be good," he said, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. "Your spanking was harder than I had originally intended, but when you told me to stop and let you go home I knew I had to teach you a lesson. It was a critical point in our relationship."

She looked at him through wet eyes. "What do you mean?"

Seeing her so beaten down his heart went out to her. He had to make her understand why he did it. "My darling Carol, I was afraid you were slipping back into being the kind of woman I cannot abide, the kind who turns you on but then decides she doesn't want to play any more, the kind who has a headache when her man wants her. I could not allow you to be like that."

"Oh, I don't want to be like that," she said and nestled in her arms. He was aware of a still stiff nipple pressing against his arm, just as she was conscious of the rigid cock pressing into her flank.

He stroked her hair. "I know you don't, but our culture has conditioned you to believe sex should only occur when both parties want it at that moment. Our relationship is going to be different. I will determine when, where, and how often we have sex. Your severe punishment was necessary to drive that point home."

She clutched him tighter. His words struck a chord within her. Of course... it was so natural.... the man should be the master ... the woman should never deny him.

"I understand," she said. "It won't happen again."

He laughed. "It probably will. Mother Culture is very strong. It will take more than one harsh punishments to break her. But let's not worry about that now. You have accepted and submitted, and I love you for it."

"Thank you, Sir. I love you too."

"Now you can go into my bathroom and put yourself back together," he said gently. "Leave the maid's uniform there. I will hand you a suitable nightgown to wear tonight. Surely you did not really think you were going home."

"No Sir, I don't know why I said that. I want to spend the night here with you."

He helped her up, admiring the way her exposed tits swayed and bounced, and the way her nipples had maintained their elongated shape. She saw where he was looking and smiled at him before letting her eyes drop deliberately to the bulge in his pants.

"Those suction cups worked really well," he commented. "I meant it when I said you were to use them regularly."

"Yes Sir," she said happily. She turned toward the bathroom, swishing her rosy pink ass from side to side for him as she went. Even though her ass burned, or perhaps because of it, pleasing him was now her goal. She felt that in a way she had been cleansed by the spanking, letting her true self come back to the surface. And his explanation had let her know how much he cared for her and their relationship.

Chapter 11

John had already selected and purchased the nightgown he wanted her to wear on the first night if he was lucky enough to bring her under his control. It was a baby doll style that created the impression of innocence and subordination, and at the same time on a mature woman's body was very sexy. He did not like overly explicit, slutty lingerie. It implied that the woman could use her body to enthrall the man and gain power over him.

The gown was short, ending about mid thigh, and made of high quality, soft cotton. It had a high, cinched waist, and a scooped halter top with straps that crossed the shoulders. A little bow in the center just above the waist kept the sides of the halter from exploding outward. John knew that her tits would be pushed up and in by the clever design, creating the cleavage that he loved. He also had liked the color, which was a bright blue-green that would highlight the striking color of Carol's eyes.

He opened the bathroom door and reached in to hand her the nightgown. She was standing naked brushing her hair, and she instinctively grabbed a towel to cover herself. 

"Modesty is good," he said with a broad smile, "as long as it doesn't get in the way of anything I want to do. I will be waiting for you in the bed."

A few minutes later she emerged and walked slowly across the room to where he was sitting on the side of the bed. The room was in shadows, lit only by one table lamp on the top of the dresser. In John's hand was a bottle of a creamy lotion that had been advertised as being perfect for soothing the skin after harsh treatment.

"Very nice," he said, his eyes moving up and down her body. "I knew that nightgown would look good on you. Model it for me."




Breaking All the Rules



Carol smiled and went up on her toes as she pirouetted in front of him. Her eyes were dry and clear again, in spite of the persistent stinging on her ass. She felt desired and special by the way he was looking at her.

He took her hand. "Come lie on your stomach on the bed. I am going to put some of this lotion on you to cool your burning skin."

Gratefully she stretched out on the bed, trying to keep her skirt down in the process. It was an automatic gesture that she immediately realized was ridiculous. How was he going to rub the lotion on her ass if it was covered by her gown?

She laughed, "Silly me to be worrying about the skirt."

"Very true," he chuckled. "But it's cute, and I like undressing you."

A flick of his hand sent the loose skirt over her waist, leaving her rosy pink mounds exposed and accessible. Her position flat on her stomach made her ass bubble up provocatively, and he took a few moments just to admire her, causing her to shiver in anticipation.

Raising the bottle he dribbled the cool lotion in a line up one cheek and down the other. She sighed and squirmed, feeling relief and acceptance of the fact that she had turned her body over to him. Very gently he began spreading the lotion with his finger tips.

"Ahh.. that's nice," she crooned.

He said nothing but continued administering to her, applying more and more lotion until her ass and upper thighs were thickly covered. The burning sensation she had felt was markedly alleviated as her skin was protected from the air.

"Don't worry about this stuff getting on the sheets," he said. "It's totally washable. Now open your legs for me."

For the first time that evening, during few minutes when he had been applying the lotion, Carol had not been thinking about sex. His command put a quick end to her respite and woke up the butterflies in her stomach. She parted her thighs.

With the same gentle touch his lotion-coated fingers descended into the valley. It did not take long for her juices to begin mixing with the lotion to create a super lubricant.

"Ohhh... keep doing that... yes.. yesssss..."

One hand stayed on her ass, drawing light patterns in the creamy covering, while the other moved lightly over her pussy, occasionally dipping in to part her lips. The feeling was incredible. Her ass began to bounce up and down on the bed. 

"OH GODD.. You are going to make me cum again...."

"No I'm not," he said thickly. "It's my turn now. So far tonight has been about me doing things to you, but I don't want a completely passive submissive. I want you to take the initiative sometimes and be creative and imaginative in pleasing me."

He withdrew his hands and sat back. She took a deep breath and rolled over, giving a shimmy to her breasts so that his eyes were drawn to the hard nipples pushing against the cotton of her gown.

Giving him a sexy smile, she licked her lips and spoke in a low tone that was rich in implications, "Yes Sir, I would like to do that. But I'm afraid I don't have as rich an imagination as you."

"Don't worry. I'll help you. Go over to my toy box there in the corner and see what you can find."

Carol rolled off the bed and crossed the room. She bent over the carton, pointing her ass at John and making sure that the baby doll skirt rode up to expose the bottom curves of her cheeks. The way he had applied the lotion had taken away most of the sting, and had transferred her attention to her pussy. She wiggled her ass at him to let him know she was still aroused.

"See anything interesting?"

"Oh my. Where did you get all this stuff?"

"I've been collecting, dreaming of finding a woman like you."

She rummaged around in the carton, her excitement growing. "There must be a dozen different kinds of paddles and whips... plus all these hand cuffs and little boxes full of strange devices. And what is this book full of pictures?" 

"Most of those things are for me to use on you, but there are a couple of items we can play with together. Do you see a red, bracelet size box?"

"Yes, here it is."

"Bring that and the photo album and come back to bed." 

Chapter 12

John propped himself up on the pillows at the head of the bed and stretched out his legs. His erection strained against his thin pants like the nose of a puppy trapped under a sheet. "Sit there where you can use your hands and mouth to make me happy," he said.

It was an irresistible invitation. She couldn't wait to free and worship that part of him which was giving them both such pleasure. Placing the box and the album on the bed, she sat beside his hips and worked her hand into the opening in his pants to wrap her fingers around his throbbing shaft. 

"Not too fast," he laughed. "I'm going to teach you how to do things that will drive me up the wall. Now open the red box."

She smiled and managed to kiss the tip of his cock through his pants before removing her hands and picking up the little box. The lid came off easily, revealing a string of small colored beads. The beads were made of hard plastic, and varied in size from about one quarter to three quarters inches, except at one end where the string terminated in a bead that was twice as large as any of the others. Several inches separated each bead. The whole string was maybe a foot long.

"This does not look like a necklace I would wear to work," she giggled. 

"Hardly," he agreed with a smile. "Those are anal stimulation beads. When they are well lubricated and stuffed into your ass they can be slowly withdrawn at just the right moment to produce incredible sensations. They work equally well on women and men."

"Oh my. Have you tried them?"

"One time, and it was fantastic. Unfortunately my partner thought it was dirty and didn't want to keep playing. They have since been thoroughly washed."

Her eyes were sparkling. "You won't have that problem with me," she said.

"I'd better not. But those are for later. First we are going to use my photo album to exercise our imaginations. I want you to pick a picture in the album and describe it to me. Then I want you to tell me what you think happened right before and right after the picture was taken. While you are talking I expect to feel your fingers and mouth on me."

Carol shifted on the bed so that she could open the album and also have easy access to her target. "This is going to be fun," she exclaimed, as she opened the cover. The first picture made her gasp.

"Come on," he snickered. "It's not that bad. Describe it to me."

"It's a picture of a woman with her head and hands in one of those old fashioned stocks. She must have been naughty. Her skirt is very short, and kneeling behind her is a girl. It looks like the girl has pulled the bad woman's panties off, because the panties are hanging on one ankle. An older man is standing beside the kneeling girl, with a thin bamboo rod in his hand."

Lifting her gaze from the picture to John's face she saw in his hot eyes the effect her verbal sketch was having on him. She was getting into the spirit of his little game and licked her lips provocatively. His cock twitched just before she captured it in her hand.

"I have to get this out where I can see it before I tell you what happened after the picture was taken," she purred.

"Ahhh... that feels really good...."

"It looks good enough to eat, or at least lick..."

"Ohh.... OHH..... Quick tell me the story of what happened."

"Well, you see the kneeling girl was the personal assistant of the mayor of the village, and it was her job to help the mayor when he punished those who broke the rules. In the case of women being disciplined it would be unseemly for the mayor, a robust man in his prime, to be the one to remove the woman's panties. Also, it seems that sometimes women being spanked would get sexually excited by the treatment, and the girl was charged with monitoring that condition."

As she was talking, Carol continued to use her finger tips to tease John's cock and balls. He was moaning softly and twisting his hips to urge her on. She paused in her narrative to lean down and take his crown into her mouth.

"Jesus..." he sighed. "Tell me more. You've invented a great background, but for Christ's sake what happened next?"

"Well...... Naturally the girl had to check the naughty woman's pussy before and after the whipping. She did this and found that while the woman's pussy was damp before the man spanked her, it was absolutely gushing afterward. In fact the woman was in such a state that the mayor felt sorry for her and told his assistant to spread the woman's legs and position her for fucking."

"Ahhhh.... You mean the mayor took out his cock and fucked the woman while she was held in the stocks?"

"Yes, and while he did her his assistant went around to the other side and tweaked the woman's nipples through her dress."

"My goodness... Ohhhh..."

"You like my story?"

"Are you kidding? I love your story. You have a knack for this game. Turn the page and tell me about the next picture."

"Okay, but first let me lick some of this juice that is seeping out of your beautiful cock."

"Easy, I can't stand too much more of this."

Carol flicked him with just the tip of her tongue. She wanted to keep him on edge, but not set him off. The pictures and her energized imagination were heating her up as much as him, to the point where she craved release. One more story and then she resolved to climb on him and impale herself on that so ready cock. She didn't think he would mind.

"This next picture shows a fully clothed girl sitting on the edge of a bed. Her hands and upper arms are tied together behind her, and there are straps around her thighs and ankles. She is looking scared and apprehensive. A red bow is pinned to her blouse over her left breast. A tag hanging from the bow reads 'Happy Birthday, John. I'm leaving you my sub for the night. Love, Tracey'"

"I know that picture. There is no such bow and tag."

"Oh but Tracey attached them just after the picture was taken. That's part of what happened next."

"You minx..."

"If you're going to call me names I'm going to have to milk you a little harder."

Using both hands, Carol seized John's cock like it was a baseball bat, leaving just enough of the head sticking out for her to close her lips around. Then she squeezed and shook the rigid stem, dragging the sensitive tip over her tongue.

"AAAWWWW..."

Quickly she let go and swung one leg over his body. He slid into her like a spoon going into custard. "That was a short story," he groaned, pushing upward to meet her bouncing hips.

"I'm going to finish it while I fuck you," she breathed. "I couldn't wait any longer."

He reached for her tits and extracted them from the loose confines of the baby doll nightie. The hard nipples pressed into his palms. "So how... did John enjoy... his birthday... present," he stuttered, trying to hold back his passion.

"He left her tied up and cut off her clothes. Her tits were big and fleshy, perfect buns for encasing his cock. She cried to no avail as he got off rubbing himself between her tits and making her suck him." Carol told the story at the same time she was furiously pumping John's cock in and out of her pussy. 

The vision of the man playing with the helpless girl filled John's mind and blotted out everything except for the sensations Carol was giving him. Her body moved up and down on him like he was the piston in her well lubed engine. She felt his legs go rigid as his orgasm started in his toes and erupted through his groin. It was her signal to let herself go and scream out her pleasure with him.

"AARRRGGHHH... OOOHHHHH... YESSSSSSS.. YES... YES..."

She collapsed on top of him and he hugged her tight. "That was fantastic," he sighed. 

"But you forgot the beads," she said.

"We have to leave something for tomorrow," he replied, his hands gripping her ass.

Chapter 13

Fully sassified they fell asleep with Carol wrapped in his arms like a fish caught in a net. For her it was the deep, dreamless sleep of a woman whose circuits had been overloaded beyond her capacity to cope.

The sky was just beginning to lighten when her mind finally came alive and the slide show of the memories from six hours ago started flashing through her brain. They had rolled apart during the night, and John was still very much asleep, his breathing heavy and slow.

Like a party-goer who had over indulged the night before, Carol felt pangs of shame and guilt. She could not believe she had allowed herself to be so dominated and humiliated. Without the force of sexual desire clouding her thinking, her image of the kind of woman she was supposed to be seized control of her emotions.

She slipped out of bed and went into the living room to collect her thoughts. Instinctively she knew that if she were in bed with John when he woke up she would be powerless to resist him. With a little pulling and adjusting she managed to get her baby doll nightie more or less back into place. For a long time she stood at the window, her thoughts in turmoil, barely aware of the beauty of the pink streaks that hinted of the coming sun. 

It wasn't that she liked John any less for what he had done to her; in fact she had to admit that it had been thrilling. But did she really want to become his permanent submissive? It was just too weird. Maybe she should chalk it up to an interesting life experience and leave now, before he woke up. On the other hand, he did seem genuinely to care for her, and those few moments when her inhibitions had been totally submerged were the most exciting in her life.

Suddenly she felt his arms around her. She had been so deep into her thoughts that she had not heard him approach. Tenderly he pulled her back against him and kissed her cheek. "It was all a bit much, right?" he said softly.

"Yes, it was. I don't think I can do this." 

"Why? I am not going to hurt you."

"It's just too.... foreign. It's not me."

"It's not me either, except when the two of us are sharing it. Otherwise it is in the area of forbidden fantasy."

"But you are demanding so much. Last night went way beyond a little sex play. When I tried to stop, you wouldn't let me. You broke me down. It was like you seized control of my soul and took over my mind and body."

"And you got off on it."

She leaned back against him. "Yes.. yes I did. But I can't just give you a blank check. What else might you do to me, or make me do?"

"Nothing that goes against your true nature. I may have to push you into new territory, like I did last night, but I will always be watching your carefully and know when to let up. You have to trust me, let me take care of you."

His words and arms reassured her, but she still hesitated. "I don't know. I need some space and time to process all this. Let me go home now and we'll see."

John felt a pang in his gut. After the incredible high of living out his fantasies with her, he could not take a chance that she would leave and refuse to see him in the future. Besides it was Saturday morning, and he wanted to play with her all weekend. He turned her around to face him.

"Do you remember how I told you that having some hold over the woman was a part of my fantasy?"

She nodded, not sure where this was going. He looked so serious.

"I was afraid you might have second thoughts, so I did something to gain an additional hold over you, more than just your desire and my commitment to you."

"What do you mean?"

He pulled the small audio recorder from the pocket in his pants. "Every sound that was made last night, every thing you said, every moan of pleasure, it's all recorded in here. If necessary I will use this recording to blackmail you into continuing what we have started. I need you too much to let you go."

"Blackmail?"

"Yes. Your voice will be clearly recognizable. I have your computer address list for all your friends and family. You don't want them to hear you having multiple orgasms and revealing those fantasies that society thinks are so dark."

She gasped. "John, how could you do such a thing? I don't believe you."

"I could, and I would in order to force you to submit. It's that important to me. So you see you have no choice but to go along. If in the end things do not work out between us, I will give you the recording and let you go. In the meantime I am going to use my power over you to break through those last barriers and draw you out. You don't have to agonize over what to do. It has been decided."

"Oh god...."

He plucked the shoulder straps holding up the bodice of her gown and let them drop over her arms. The top fell away leaving her bare down to where the elastic of the high waist cinched the fabric to her body. Her creamy skin gleamed in the morning light.

"The last time you resisted me you suffered painful consequences," he said. "Now barely seven hours later you have done it again. What were you thinking?"

"Ohhh...", she whimpered, "I was just trying to sort it all out. That was back when I thought I still had a choice."

"Tsk, tsk," he said, foundling her breasts and agitating the nipples in his palms. "Now give me your wrists."

Meekly she held out her hands for whatever he wanted to do. Reaching behind one of the heavy curtains he extracted a soft rope that appeared to be part of the mechanism for closing the drapes. A few quick twists and the line was wrapped around her wrists, binding them together. He then seized another hanging cord and pulled, causing her arms to be lifted over her head.

Once again she restrained in a way that made her body totally vulnerable, and once again she felt the heat and wetness build in her pussy. She did not struggle or beg, but looked at him with resignation. The force of his determination had overpowered her and left her at his mercy.

Gently he ran his hands over her body, lingering on her breasts and ass. "Spread your legs," he commanded. She sucked in a deep breath and complied. His fingers began to tease and probe.

"I am going to go easy on you," he said, "provided that you acknowledge once and for all that you belong to me and will do as I say."

"AHHH.." There was no resistance left in her. Her heart rhythm increased as a finger tip brushed her clit. "I give up. I will stop agonizing over whether this right or wrong for me. You can have your way with me, any way you want. Oh god...."

He withdrew and stepped back. "Don't go anywhere," he chuckled. "I'll be right back."

Carol hung on her hands, and swung her body so she could look out the window. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. She was his to with as he wished. Her body pulsed with excitement, anticipating her punishment. Cars were moving in the streets below –people going to work, not aware of the sexual drama being played in the window above them.

He came back brandishing a leather quirt. "I want to introduce you to Mr. Sting. He will be touching you up when you disappoint me, like you did a little while ago. Take note of the little thongs on the end. No place on your body is safe from Mr. Sting."

"I've already surrendered. You don't have to use Mr. Sting to convince me." She dropped her head in a submissive gesture that she hoped would pacify him. The wicked looking whip terrified her.

Smiling he dangled the quirt from one hand, while with the other he placed the digital recorder on the window sill. "I think I will add some more incriminating evidence to the file," he said. "I am going to ask you questions, which you will answer truthfully and fully if you don't want me to turn Mr. Sting loose on your body."

"Yes Sir," she pouted.

"Are you willingly and lovingly giving me your body to do with as I please?"

She looked at the recorder and took a deep breath. "Yes Sir, I am. I hope you will not abuse the power I am giving you by saying this."




Breaking All the Rules



The business end of the quirt contained two short braided leather thongs, and these rough strips began to trace lines on her body, over her tits and up between her legs. He lifted the short skirt of her nightie and played tassels lightly over her pussy.

"Ahhh...."

"Tell me Carol, admit it, you like this don't you?"

"Ohh goddd.. yes.. damn it.. yes.. YES...."

"Don't you think I should spank you for leaving my bed without permission?"

"No Sir. Please don't. My ass is still so sore. I won't do it again... I promise."

"You have to learn. Mornings are important times for me. I always wake up horny. When you are with me I expect to feel your hands and lips on my hard on the moment I awake."

"Yes Sir. I understand Sir. If I am asleep you have only to poke me and I will get busy."

He laughed. "I like your planning for contingencies."

The quirt was now sawing back and forth between her legs, while his fingers were fiddling with her erect nipples. She strained against the rope holding her hands, rotating her hips in slow invitation.

"I can see you would rather I fuck you than spank you," he said.

That sounded like a very good idea to her. "OH YES. Please Sir. Please fuck your little sex toy. Let me take care of that morning hard on for you. I will make it good."

He dropped the quirt and let his pants fall to the floor. Putting his hands under her ass, he lifted her and pulled her toward him "You have persuaded me. Wrap your legs around my waist."

Carol was ready. She knew what she had to do. It was what she wanted anyway, and the blackmail recording give her the excuse she needed to overcome her last inhibitions. Her pussy closed on his erection like a robin seizing a worm.

"Ahh.. you are so wet and so hot..." he panted.

"All for you my Master," she moaned, and then began a furious humping motion to draw him deeply into her. The heavy curtain rod supported her upper body, leaving her hips and legs free to attack him. He thrust forward and stood still so that she could control the pace.

She screeched out her pleasure, undulating faster and faster. "ArGG.... more... more.... Give me more.. godddd that's so goooodd..."

One of his hands grabbed her hair and bent her neck so the he could kiss her. Her mouth opened calling for his tongue in the way a baby seeks a teat. Mashing his lips to hers he obliged her, his tongue sliding behind her teeth and across the roof of her mouth. At the same time he rolled a nipple between his fingers.

"UMMPHHH...." With a final clenching of her thighs around him she gave herself over to a shattering orgasm. At that moment he knew that he loved her, and he came with such force that he was jerked him up onto his toes.

"You are so special," he panted. "So very special. I am going to love you and take care of you forever."

"Oh John, that was wonderful. I loved doing you while you just stood there. And at the end... oh my god. I think I'm going to love being your sex toy."

Laughing he pulled her to him so that he stayed in her. "Lock your legs on my waist and hold on while I untie your hands."

When her hands were free she wrapped her arms around his neck, still squeezing him with her legs. He was so much bigger than she was that she was like a baby chimp holding on to it mother. Bending over and pulling her head back by her hair he rained kisses on her cheeks, her closed eyes, her nose, and finally her lips. Then be began walking toward the bedroom. She remained impaled on his cock, bouncing up and down as he imitated a horse doing a slow trot.

"Ohhh.....", she moaned.

Once he reached the bed he collapsed, taking her with him in a tangled pile of arms and legs. She hugged him fiercely and began to sob. "Oh John, we're breaking all the rules, and I'm loving it. It's such a relief to turn everything over to you. I belong to you."

He nuzzled her ear. "Are you sure you are willing to do anything I ask?"

"Absolutely. You have convinced me that I have no choice, and I don't want to have a choice. Ahhhh... your tongue in my ear is making it hard to think, let alone talk."

"Okay. I'll stop for now. Let's rest for a while and discuss the rest of our weekend." 

"Thank god," she purred. "I feel like I have been wrestling with a tiger."

He extracted himself from her embrace and lay beside her, his head propped on his arm so he could look at her. "Leave your nightgown the way it is. I may want to lick and suck on your tits while we talk."

"Oh my. It's a good thing you have an extra long bed, so that I can scootch up like this, and that puts your mouth right theeerrre.. Ohhhh yes......"

"First," he said removing his lips from around her nipple, "I am going to take you out to breakfast. Out in public we can talk without me being tempted to ravish you."

"You mean like you are doing right now? Ohh, that feels so goood. I love it when you rub your nose between my tits. Uh oh, where is that hand going?"

John laughed and sat up. "I can see this is not going to work. No way I can talk to you with your body so available. Let's get up and get dressed. I'm hungry."

"Me too," she said. "Can I take a shower? Please Sir?"

"Go ahead, but be ready to go in half an hour. I'll catch up on my email."

Chapter 14

An hour later they were seated in the elaborate dining room of the best hotel in the city. A red rose stood out like a stop light against the white tablecloth. They had already been served fresh orange juice and wonderfully aromatic coffee. A basket of sweet rolls sat on a corner of the table.

"I would like the eggs Florentine," Carol said to the waiter.

"Eggs benedict for me," added John.

The waiter nodded and left with their orders. John took Carol's hand in the same way he had two nights ago at the beginning of their adventure. "A lot has happened since our last meal in a restaurant," he said.

"That's an understatement if I ever heard one," she responded laughingly.

"You know we have barely begun. I am going to be testing your promise to do anything I ask. You have not broken all the rules yet, nor have I. We both need to find where our limits are, and we will be doing that together. I am the leader and you have to trust me."

"I do trust you, John."

"All right. Now that we are in a fancy place where it would be difficult, but not impossible, to have physical sex, I am going to stimulate my over sexed brain by once again asking you questions about your private life and thoughts. I can't torture you right here if you hold back, but I assure you that you will pay a price later if you do."

"Ask away," she said. "You have already uncovered most of my secrets."

"Go back to when you were a girl, just becoming aware and curious about sex. Tell me about your first real experience."

"Yes Sir. I will tell you everything. The first actual experience I had was when I was eighteen. Of course I thought a lot about sex before that."

"Don't tell me you never were kissed or felt up before you were eighteen."

"No, I swear. My upbringing was very strict, with lots of rules. The message I got from my mother was to keep the boys away, and my father helped by being stern and scaring them."

"What about your girl friends? Were they as pure as you?"

"The ones my age were. But I had an older friend who taught me what it was all about. In fact, she was the one who led me to my first experience."

At that moment the waiter arrived with their breakfasts. John sighed and sat back, taking a long gulp of orange juice. To his surprise Carol's story was stiffening his tired cock. He was anxious to hear more.

The waiter fussed with the placement of their plates, and asked if everything was satisfactory. John nodded and indicated he should leave them alone. Fortunately they were in a corner of the dining room, partially shielded by plants.

"What happened?" whispered John. "But keep your voice down. You don't want to give the man at the next table a hard on like mine."

"Well, I had been asking her lots of questions about sex. She was amused at my innocence and liked to tease me. One day we were sunbathing at her family's pool, and the conversation turned to what boys' cocks looked like and how they responded to stimulation. I kept pressing her for details. Finally she said that her boyfriend was coming over later and she would show me."

A flush crept into Carol's face as she began to relive the experience. "Go on," breathed John.

"I told my friend that I could never look at her boyfriend's cock, let alone touch it. It would make me feel too guilty. In fact I got so upset by her suggestion that I almost left."

"So how did she convince you?"

"She said she had an idea of how I could satisfy my curiosity without looking or touching. I felt a tingling in my stomach and decided to stay."

John was intrigued. He shifted his body in the chair to relieve the pressure in his pants, but the effect was to rub his cock on his slacks, which made it all the harder. Carol realized that he was getting excited by her story and poured it on.

"Her boyfriend arrived. His name was Rob. He changed into his swimming suit in the bathhouse and dove into the pool. He was tall and well built and made my little heart beat faster."

"How old were these older friends of yours?"

"The girl, whose name was Barbara, was twenty, and I think Rob was twenty one or twenty two. Barbara had told me they had been having sex for two years."

"What happened next?"

"Barbara jumped into the pool and swam up to Rob. They kissed and fondled each other, and she whispered in his ear for a long time. I was beside myself with anticipation combined with fear."

Carol's eyes glazed over as she remembered the details of the experience. "Barbara got out of the pool and carried one of the plastic deck chairs over to a grassy area. She motioned for me to sit in the chair, which I did. Then she spread a beach towel on the grass at my feet. Rob came over, dripping wet from the pool, and lay down on his back on the towel. His body made a T with my legs, his groin opposite my toes. He looked like a statue of a Greek god toppled on its back."

"I am getting the picture," said John softly. "Keep going."

"Barbara told me not to look down and to keep my hands on the arms of the chair. She said that way I could not look or touch. The next thing I knew she was sitting on the grass next to Rob and reaching over him to lift my feet. I gasped when she lowered my ankles so that the soles of my feet were resting on the hard ridge in Rob's wet bathing suit."

John squirmed, imagining how the older boy must have felt. He raised his eyebrows, signaling her to continue.

"I could feel the hot, throbbing shaft under my feet. It's amazing how much sensation you have in your feet and toes. Barbara moved my feet around to make sure I felt all of him. I was turned on and shivering in my chair. She was well aware of my condition and took her hands away, telling me to explore on my own. Little moans were coming from Rob, encouraging me to rub him. I wiggled my toes, which seemed to make him grow bigger and harder. Then I captured his cock between the sides of my two feet, and pressed them together. When I scissored my feet his wet bathing suit slid back and forth on his cock, and he groaned like a wounded animal."

"Jesus...", mumbled John.

"At that point Barbara got back into the act. She undid the tie string on Rob's pants and pulled the suit down his legs. Now I had his bare flesh between the soles of my feet. His cock was much bigger than I had imagined, even though at my urgings Barbara had in the past given me the actual dimensions. Of course I knew it wasn't this big all the time. Otherwise how he could he even walk?"

"Sometimes it's difficult," agreed John. "Like right now I would not be able to get up from this table. Keep going."

"It was so exciting. I loved his reactions as I did different things to him with my feet and toes. He wanted to grab my legs and feel me up, but Barbara held him back, saying that I was not yet ready to be touched by a man. Rob said he would lie still and endure what he called 'torture' only if Barbara would do the things to me that he wanted to do. Barbara seemed to like that idea, because she got up on her knees and put her hand between my legs. I was in a sexual swoon from feeling Rob's cock, and her hand on my pussy swept away my last inhibitions. I wiggled around in the chair and frantically massaged Rob with my feet until I felt this slippery fluid on my toes. Barbara saw it and whispered to me that I had stimulated pre-cum from Rob, which was a signal that he was ready to fuck."

"Christ......"

"That comment would have scared me to death, were it not for her finger under my bathing suit dipping into my very wet pussy. My ass began bouncing in the chair and my feet were gripping Rob's cock like I was trying to pull it off him. It must have been obvious from the expression on my face and the noises I was making that I was close to orgasm, and my friend Barbara pushed me over the top by rotating her finger tip on my clit. I let out a little scream, which apparently set Rob off, because he bathed my feet in sticky, white cream. It was my first sexual experience with a boy and my first real orgasm."

"Wow," gasped John. "That's quite a first experience. Did you end up letting Rob fuck you?"

Carol smiled. "I'm not sure Barbara would have permitted that, at least not then. Anyway, I was mortified and ran into the house. Fortunately Barbara's parents were not at home to see me. Eventually I calmed down, got dressed, and went home."

"What happened the next time you saw Barbara?"

"That, Sir, is the subject of another story."

"Fair enough," he laughed, looking at his watch. "The malls are open now; let's go shopping. I want to buy you some presents."

Chapter 15

John was getting more and more enthralled. She was sexy, fun, intelligent, and most of all, willing to meet him on his playing field. He wanted to shower her with affection and gifts. Money was not a problem.

The largest mall was only a short drive from the hotel where they had breakfast. In the car he told her what he had in mind. "I know you did not plan to spend the whole weekend with me, and therefore did not bring any clothes. It's going to be my pleasure to buy you some new outfits to solve this problem."

"Fantastic," she exclaimed happily. "But if I am going to spend the whole weekend, I need to call my friend Elaine and let her know I will not be joining her tonight."

He glanced at her but kept his eyes on the road. The last thing he wanted was to have an accident with his new Lexus. "What were you planning to do with Elaine?"

She looked at the handsome man taking her shopping and felt a tingle. Elaine would be really jealous. "Well, Elaine and I sometimes go 'clubbing', as she puts it. We go to lounges in fancy hotels and flirt with the businessmen. She is much more brazen than I, and sometimes I will see her disappear behind a closing elevator door."

"Does that ever happen to you?"

"Not very often, but as you have probably surmised, I'm no prude. But nothing has ever come of any of these adventures. The men are usually so afraid of their wives finding out that they can't really get into it."

He was intrigued. "What does your friend Elaine look like?"

"Oh you would like her. Men's eyes stick to her like moths on flypaper. She's a platinum blonde with a fabulous figure, and the sexiest blue eyes you have ever seen."

"Sounds like a good partner to go clubbing with."

"Yea, she's a lot of fun, and she's a good person and a good friend. She'll do anything for you."

"What's the craziest night you ever had with her?"

Carol knew the answer to that question, but she was reluctant to tell him. She did not want him to get too interested in Elaine. After a long pause she said, "Oh those evenings were always about the same, exciting sometimes, but unsatisfying in the end."

He picked up on her hesitation and sensed that she was lying. Here was another chance to break her defenses and intensify the intimacy that he wanted. Braking hard, he pulled over to the side of the road, then turned to face her.

"Carol," he said forcefully, "you are holding back. I insist that you be completely honest with me and tell me the whole truth about your sexual past, not just what you think will make me like you. I am through being manipulated by women. Do you understand?"

She sucked in her breath. No man had ever talked to her like that. She found herself responding from her gut. "Yes Sir. I understand."

"If you think by telling me what you and Elaine did will make me want to date Elaine, you are mistaken. I don't care how sexy she is. Nothing I could do with her could come close to what we had last night."

Carol's eyes filled with tears. To hear him say that melted her heart and made her want to submit to him totally and absolutely. "Oh John, I don't know what to say. This is too good to be true. I don't want to screw it up."

"Then open the door to your soul and keep it open. Give me access to everything that's in there."

"Yes Sir. It's open. Take what you want."

He smiled and kissed away her tears. "That's better. Now tell me about that crazy night with Elaine."

"Okay, but I'm a little ashamed of it. Elaine had the hots for this hunk at the bar, but the guy had his client with him and insisted that Elaine provide a date for his friend. I was flirting with this other man when Elaine dragged me off to the powder room and asked me to help her out. She said her guy's friend looked like a nerd, but we could still have fun as a group."

John took her hands and starred into eyes. She could see he was getting aroused. "Go on," he said.

"Elaine said that her guy was trying to get the client to sign a big deal and that if she would help him he would give her a thousand dollars, which she would share with me."

John put his hand on Carol's breast. "Sounds like she was recruiting you to be a hooker."

"Yea, that's why I'm ashamed of what I did. But it really wasn't about the money. I was three sheets to the wind and horny. Elaine presented it as a game and challenged me."

"What happened when you went back into the bar?"

"Elaine gave the good looking guy the high sign. He had already bought a magnum of champagne, and he took it with him as he ushered us all out of the lounge and onto an elevator. The nerdy guy was nervous, but Elaine snuggled up to him and gave him a kiss. I don't even remember either of their names."

"I thought Elaine was going with the hunk and you were supposed to be the treat for the nerd."

"It turned out to be more of a 'share and share alike' deal. Once we got into the hotel room Elaine asked the nerd to help her off with her clothes. The other guy and I sat on the couch and watched, with the guy fondling me while he whispered in my ear that he wanted me to give the nerd a blow job that he would never forget."

"And you did?"

"The poor nerd looked so anxious that I felt sorry for him. He was obviously turned on by Elaine's body, which was rapidly becoming naked, but he seemed reluctant to touch her. I went down on my knees in front of him and opened his pants. Elaine took one of her perfect tits in one hand, and used her other hand to pull his mouth down on her puffy nipple. I was between them and could feel Elaine's hot pussy on the back of my head as I took the guy's cock in my mouth."

"Christ you are good story teller. I feel like the Persian king with Scheherazade in 'A Thousand and one Night', where she keeps herself from being beheaded by her stories. In fact, I think I'm going to start calling you Schehera."

Carol put her hand on John's hard on and continued, relishing her ability to please him.

"Elaine started moaning to urge the guy on. I wrapped my hand around his balls and kneaded them gently as I licked and sucked him. His body was trembling like a tin roof in a strong wind. The hunk came over and put his mouth up to the nerd's ear. I heard him say that if he wanted the scene to continue he had to agree to quit stalling and sign the contract."