1 comments/ 48717 views/ 4 favorites My Neighbour, Reciprocity Ch. 01 By: AaronAardvark We awoke late, I was definitely addicted to my recently acquired toy-boy, James, and both of us understood this, albeit in different ways. Now it was time to bind him to me equally tightly. Which of us was truly conscious first I don't recall, but as we surfaced I was soaking with lust and he rigid with anticipation. Considering his state of arousal, his love making was slow, considerate and gentle - James scares me with his control - my orgasms were many and regular: surprising that I could manage this, as the previous evening I had actually passed out with bliss. But, once again, I was so horny and he was scratching my itch with absolute precision. He must have come, I don't remember it, but when I awoke for the second time I smelt the wetness emanating from my sex and its odour was a mixture of my sated desire and his ejaculate. When I opened my eyes he rolled atop of me and sent me straight back to heaven, this time; biting my breasts, pulling my hair, squeezing my nipples, fingering my anus. What a man, so understanding of my wants; so capable of transforming them into deep, dark, desperate desires. He made breakfast, I indulged. Sunday morning, no kids, already well satisfied by a night of dissolute deviance followed by a dawn of tender satisfaction, I was on the top of the world. He carried our breakfast in on a single huge oval plate: fried eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans, black pudding, loads of toast; accompanied by giant mugs of tea: no knives, no forks, just fingers. Once the plate was empty, he first licked the breakfast platter clean, and then licked my platter clean: meantime, I gobbled a stray sausage that I found in the bed. Who came first is anyone's guess and I've never before, nor after, shared an orgasm which dissolved into a fit of the giggles. Heaven, Paradise, Elysium, Utopia, Zion, Nirvana, Valhalla, Cloud nine, I was on it, in it, unified with it: I had never contemplated the problem that was about to rear its ugly head, I had a rival. James and I were now making love regularly, lusty days coalesced into sybaritic weeks, sybaritic weeks into hedonistic months; Annie Hall sex, usually two, sometimes as often as three times a week. Every other weekend the kids departed to their dad's and James and I went mad: though we did have to rewrite history a little. Aphrodite was no longer admired for her lissom form but for her child bearing hips and well proportioned tits: Diana, for her ease of capture. James made it simple to understand how dreamy Ragnhild had ended up the mother of the entire Viking nation; that one left me a little bit sore for a couple of days. Isolde's body, we established, was every bit as flexible as her morals, that one left me stiff. Juliet really died of pleasure; twice over. Little Red Riding Hood discovered what the woodsman did with his mighty chopper when he was not slaying wicked wolves; it had nothing to do with trees. Best of all of these, James demonstrated how the seven dwarves kept Snow White occupied whilst she waited for her hansom prince. Sneezy was first and, every time she was about to come he had a sneezing fit, forcing her to wait. Happy came next, in seconds, further frustrating poor Snow White. Happy had made Happy happy so, of course, his enthusiasm was followed by Sleepy. Sleepy took some awakening but, once some lead had been sucked into his pencil, he was refreshingly vigorous. Bashful followed, at first - due to his intrinsic reticence - he too had to be tempted but he finally delivered the goods. Doc diagnosed the needs of his impatient, after a long, through and exceptionally intimate examination and then took good care of them, with professional and well disciplined attention to detail; Snow White should have married Doc. Grumpy came last, he protested about the slackness of each and every hole as he thrust into them and then 'accidentally' pumped into Snow White's arse: oh well, I was watching us in the mirror and dreaming of Doc. In the morning Prince Charming awoke Snow White with a kiss, a kiss to each and every square inch of her dermis and then - and then - well the 'and then' is now my standard fantasy whenever I have to finger myself. Despite having to hire a costume for Snow White, I enjoyed it so much that I insisted upon a second performance and it will be our Christmas panto too. My rival was unexpected, my daughter or, more exactly, her friend. I had no illusions; if my fifteen year old daughter was still a virgin, then so was I. Her friend, Carol, was a year older, intelligent, befreckled, red haired, green eyed, voluptuous - rather than fat - practically perfection; true, she did have a hint of a squint and the merest trace of a blond down upon her top lip, but no red blooded male would notice either of these. I was passing my daughter's room when I heard Carol comment, "Have you seen the bloke that's moved in from you, across your landing? Makes me wet every time I see him." My daughters reply was so mumbled that I concluded that, first, she concurred and, second, was attempting to hide this. But then I was shocked, as the little minx continued, more clearly, "you should see how my Mum looks at him, she practically eats him alive with her eyes, it's really embarrassing. And he looks away and pretends not to notice her; nor me," the latter spoken rather wistfully. 'Well thank God for that,' I thought. Carol paid her no attention, she simply continued with her licentious comments leaving me consumed with jealousy, I had a rival; youth and beauty versus experience: I know men and I know what usually wins; rarely is it experience. I could not restrain myself, I knew I ought, but the next time I saw James I had to ask him about the girls; had he noticed the various groups of children? I described my youngest. "That's your daughter?" He replied, "the skinny girl, always with two lads?" I swallowed my reaction to skinny, you can't tell with James, he can be undiplomatic to the core; daft or simply direct? I don't know. "They're my boys." "Your sons must be a handful, they'll have the girls eyes out on stalks. Your daughter's very attractive too, if she fills out like you, she'll be irresistible!" James, for all his mental and physical abilities, is useless at compliments so, for him, that was a very good effort. "And Carol, my daughter's friend?" He thought, or pretended to, "the ginger-nut?" So he had noticed her, "the ginger-nut," I concurred. "Good job I've got you to distract me, otherwise I might be tempted to break the law." Flattery will get you everywhere, especially if it kept James inside my knickers, which it did: I did not mention that Carol was old enough to be legal, decent and honest; well at least legal, I was sure that she was not honest and I doubted that, if James were about, she would remain decent for any length of time. For me securing James's single minded devotion was becoming a matter of some urgency. I had three plans for binding James to me: I was spoilt for choice. Then I hit upon what was, with hindsight, the obvious solution, use all three. "Do you trust me?" I asked James one morning as we awoke, I knew what to do, but it was nearly ten years since I had done this to a man. "Implicitly," he replied, kissing me hard on the lips and wrestling me onto my back. "Right, Tuesday I'll be round at half past seven when you will do exactly as I tell you, and you are not allowed to come until then, and that's including whatever it is you're about to do next." Tuesday, half-term, the kids were at Aunty Lynn's caravan. At half-past seven I knocked on James's door, clutching a small black cloth bag, my toy-bag. When he answered I led him to his front room and ordered him to get undressed. Once he was naked and facing the mirror, his stiff cock bobbing up and down all by itself, I handed him an airline sleep mask from my bag and then, once blindfolded, I had him stand up straight, in the middle of the room, and told him to stay like that until I returned. Whilst he stood there, stiff as a soldier, I slipped back to my to my flat and got 'the cushion', the cushion is better explained later, but it is a very useful sex aid. I made him wait fifteen minutes before I went to fetch him. I had a tiny dog collar on a lead and I fixed the collar round his cock and balls and led him to the bedroom. "Are you sure you trust me?" I asked, tugging on the leash. "Absolutely," he replied, without hesitation, although he had winced a couple of times as I had tugged him along. "So lie on the bed, on your back." He did as I commanded. His brass bed with its rows of gleaming rails was perfect, I tied his left wrist to one of the more central posts and his right wrist two rails along. "Now you have no choice but to trust me, that might just have been a big mistake on your part," and I began to tickle and lightly scratch his chest with my nails. He first squirmed and then began to thrash about. "Naughty little boy needs to have his legs secured too," I cooed. I tied his ankles to two of the rails at the base of the bed. "Now we don't want naughty boy to hurt his little selfie, do we?" Whilst he was standing at attention in the front I had run two long cords under the mattress which I used to secure and separate his knees and elbows, if you keep these bent it helps to prevent your victim from cramping. "Now arch your back, I need your bum high in the air." I pushed and tugged my special cushion into place, under his back. It is a work of art, composed of three sections, each stuffed separately: the first pushes your bum up, high in the air, the second fits the small of your back and the third tapers away under your upper body. It gives really good support to your victim so you can keep them tied down for ages without them getting stiff, it gives easy access to both genitals and anus and leaves renders them totally immobile. Once I finally had cushion in place I tightened everything up and finished off by lashing his big toes to the bed rails with boot laces. He was now secured completely, he could wiggle his fingers and blink his eyes and that was the extent of his movements. Nearly time for the mean bit, but first the gag, For this I usually use one of those practice golf balls, the ones with the holes in them, they're big enough to make your poor helpless victim dribble, which is delightfully humiliating but too big to swallow and your hapless prey can breath through them. "I can do anything I like to you now and you cannot stop me," I cackled as I tickled his chest again, which left him struggling futilely with his cock jerking rhythmically. "Lets roll that foreskin back," a low groan was his response to that "and up, and down, and up, and down" ten slow strokes had him really squirming. "Gosh you're randy, but first for some fun. Are you ticklish?" His feet were really ticklish, the intensity of his muffled laughter rose from simply helpless to hysterical, then he lost control of his breathing and began to gasp and choke with mirth. I continued to torment his sensitive soles employing staccato bursts of activity which prevented him from hyperventilating his way to unconsciousness. Five minutes is as much as anyone can stand and it left him a sweaty wreck with a very stiff prick: he also now understood completely just how helpless he really was. "This is fun, isn't it? Shall we go back to those nice slow strokes? Up and down, up and down" I simpered; twenty this time. "Now if you want another twenty slow strokes you shake your head up and down, if you want to be tickled again shake your head from side to side and if you keep still I'll try something different." "I just knew you'd pick something new to do." In his wine cooler I had stowed the very thing, glycerol on ice. You dribble it onto your victim and it's freezing; it's also very, very viscous but as it warms it slowly glides over their skin giving a new and strangely eerie sensation. Oh, and it's nice and sweet if you need to lick it away. James did not like this. Poor men, when you tease them it's easy to tell what their reaction is, they have a little flag between their legs and as long as that is at full mast you know that, secretly, they are happy with whatever you are doing; as I dripped the cold liquid onto his balls James went limp. So I only left him for a couple of minutes before I licked the stuff away which, not unnaturally, restored his erection. Time for another twenty slow strokes, this time followed by ten rapid ones, the 'Joy of Sex' had, at least, one excellent idea. Six repetitions of this, twenty slow strokes, interspersed with ten rapid ones was clearly making James very excited indeed. "You are making me so wet and randy with your wriggles and struggles that I need some relief". I had brought my delightfully powerful vibrator with me and James was in for quite a show. I peeled away his sleep mask, sat on his chest, spreading my legs wide, lifted my skirt up high and set to work with the buzzing phallus. I allowed myself a couple of very intense orgasms before I exercised some restraint, popped his gag, swung forwards and ground my pussy against his mouth. By grabbing his hair I could keep him in the right place and I explained that if he wanted to come at all that night I was about to be given four or five orgasms, so he should get licking. After three climaxes I turned around to face his still jerking cock and began to experiment with the effects the powerful vibrator on his balls and a considerably slimmer vibrator on his anus. Of course these ministrations made it far harder for him to concentrate and it took him a lot longer to make me come, which was nice in a way, because he was really teasing me, causing me to flow copiously all over his nose and mouth, flooding him with my scent. Once I was trembling with lust I resumed my seat on his chest and really went to work on myself with that big vibrator. James watched me enviously as I had orgasm after orgasm, not quite as exhilarating as his shafting me at the end of a long session of teasing, but not far off. And we had not even been at it for an hour yet by then, James was in for a long night. "Right that's me satisfied for a while so now all I have to think about is you. First, you lick my vibrator clean," I slid it as deep inside me as it would go, rotated it and held it to his mouth. He was not immediately cooperative so I forced his moth open and clipped a clothes peg on to the end of his tongue. The sight of a second peg convinced him to stick his tongue right out for me. Of course he did not have to lick the vibrator just once, I gave the toy several coatings of juice, so he really did get my flavour. When I was satisfied I replaced his gag but not the blindfold. The "Joy of Sex" advises that ten minutes of slow masturbation is as much as a man can stand; James endured fifteen and of course, did not get to come at the end. This when the bent arms and legs and my special cushion come in, otherwise your victim is likely to tense themselves so hard that they eventually get an agonising cramp. To perform slow masturbation you straddle your helpless victim with your bum and pussy full in his face, far enough away so that he can see you and too far away for him to touch. If you're big enough, and I am, you rest the points of your breasts on his skin so that he can feel their weight pressing upon him. You pull his foreskin back just as far down as it will go and then apply a single stroke to his cock, up and back down in one smooth flowing motion, then wait for a second or two; now you do it again. Keep this motion up for a total of twenty of these slow, well defined, strokes. Now the killer, raise his foreskin to cover his helmet and flick your wrist to jerk it up and down over the helmet, applying ten very rapid strokes in quick succession. Finally, roll the foreskin back down his shaft and start a new set of twenty slow strokes. If you think he's going to come extend the pauses between the slow strokes and reduce the rapid strokes to eight or even six. You have to have him tied down really securely for this and, unless you want to listen to him endlessly beg and plead with you to make him come, which can be fun in its way, you need to gag your man as well. After fifteen minutes of this sweet torture James was nicely warmed up. I swung around to face him once more. "Shall I undress for you?" As part of James's tease I had, until now, kept my clothes on, I had simply been bra and panty less. I peeled my blouse away and sexily rubbed my nipples all over James's skin, then leant forwards and dragged my pendulous orbs back and forth across his face. I thought of removing his gag and permitting him to suck my nipples but decided that he would have to wait for that particular treat. I sat on his chest again, unclipped my stockings and rolled them slowly down my legs, left, followed by right. I ditched my suspenders as I slipped off him and stood by the bed where I dropped my skirt slowly and then gave him a twirl to show off my, now nude, form. He many have been immobilised but his cock throbbed and bobbed like a thing possessed. I raked my nails all over his body and in the process made a very interesting discovery about James. Every time I scraped one of his nipples he squirmed violently. When I began to tickle both of them his struggles became frantic and when I tickled one and licked the other, well it was funny to watch his efforts as the poor lamb really could not move at all. He actually looked scared when I drummed my fingers upon his chest. 'So combine that with slow masturbation.' I thought. But first more teasing. James needed a rest so I extracted a copy of Men Only from my bag and read him one of the stories. After that diversion I had another go with my vibrator whilst he looked on, each time I came I paused to suck the head of his penis for a while. I'm not sure if he loved or hated that, but it kept him very solid and panting for action which, however, was not yet to be. I checked his wrists and ankles for rope burns but the dear sole was so well trussed that these were not beginning to be a problem. I tightened him up, tickled his toes to ensure all was secure, it was; tickled his toes again until till his breathing was so irregular that he nearly passed out, yes he was held fast. James does not normally like anal, he does it with me because I do so adore that naughty, dirty sensation that passes through me every time he penetrates that tight little hole. I've fingered his bum a couple of times but he's so clearly embarrassed that it does not work. Nipple licking combined with anal beads, that was another story; I soon had him moaning and sighing with pleasure at this new string of delights from my little black bag. I even removed his gag for a while so he could listen to himself groaning with joy every time one of the little slippery plastic balls distended his tight sphincter. "What a dirty little boy," I sneered. "Does he like his little botty probed after all. It sounds to me like he does. In it slides, then out it pops," I used a bigger bead and was pleased to extract two gasps of satisfaction rather than grunts of pain. A little work and I could try a small vibrator out on James, but not tonight, we'd have to save that experience for another time, he wasn't ready yet. Me, when I get randy I enjoy mild pain and can endure the odd jolt of something a little more severe but not James. Men, such babies. I wondered if he realised I'd left the beads inside him? I posed and pouted for a little while, read him a second bedtime story from that disgusting magazine. I Tickled his balls. I Sucked his cock. I fingered my juicy slot and had him lick and suck the sticky mess from my fingers. All the while the big softy could only think of himself, he begged and pleaded for me to make him come. He would lick me off, on demand, for a month. He would bugger me at the end of every session. "Suck your own come from my cunt," I suggested, cruelly. My Neighbour, Reciprocity Ch. 01 "After every orgasm if you ask, anything if I can just come." "Anything?" "Anything, absolutely anything." "Even if you don't know what it is?" He promised: he would submit to one whole day of unknown delights with absolutely no limits, anything I wanted and I already knew exactly what was going to happen to him. Once I had extracted this pledge from him I gagged him again and investigated nipple licking combined with slow masturbation. It exceeded my wildest dreams. The poor little mite, he was putty in my hands, his breathing giving everything away: basically when I had the combination just right he could not control inhalation and exhalation, he gulped air when I scratched or licked his nipples and sighed, moaned or groaned it out again when I stroked his throbbing cock, when he was close to coming he moaned or hissed through his teeth and I slowed down, when he started to sigh I knew that I could speed up a little. I was able not to simply hold him at his limit but even dangle him over the edge from time to time, this was fun. After twenty minutes I decided that I ought to stop and let him take me. I removed his gag, untied his legs first, then his arms and he immediately grabbed me, thrust me face down across the bed, dived atop of me, spearing me in the process, humped frantically and, almost instantly, discharged his pent up lust inside of me for what seemed an age. This was a different James. When he was spent he simply held me down, hand in the middle of my back, fondled himself and, as soon as he was able, he was back inside of me, thrusting with gusto for a second time. Well he lasted a little, a very little, longer. This time as he exploded I groped behind and I yanked those beads out of his arse. His second orgasm was tipped from intense to mind-blowing. I could not believe it, this was a whole new James, he'd been a good lover but, until that night, he had never been the stallion of pornographic fiction. He was normally gentle, controlled, sustained but that night he'd come twice in five minutes, not thoughtful, sensitive strokes but a vicious pistoning; he had not extended to me a single atom of pleasure: I suppose I had teased him a little. That second time he had squashed me down so hard that I could not even watch myself in the mirror. I awoke at two to find I was being rutted, mercilessly, he was an animal; at least I was now on my back. At six o'clock, it was a bit of a shock to awake with the realisation that I was already being screwed with lusty abandon, but I was getting randy again and James's staying power had evaporated. Ten o'clock was a little better, he lasted a whole three minutes, I nearly came that time. It was not until the afternoon that he finally made it up to me. He sat me in one of his chairs and he licked and fingered me until I was burning with a simple, single desire. Then he made love to me slowly and tenderly. My James was back. Sadly, he really did have work to do that afternoon, but as I left he whispered, "Don't worry I've always preferred rich all-butter shortbread to ginger-nuts." My Neighbour, Reciprocity Ch. 02 James owed me, specifically he owed me one whole day of unquestioning obedience with absolutely no limits on my part. Naturally, in between, he tied me up and I really suffered for teaching him how to tease me so effectively when I had been a schoolgirl. He also tortured me with his tongue until I promised to teach him how to use my vibrators to the best effect. He's bought a new chair, the small comfortable arm chair in his bedroom disappeared and was replaced with a simple wooden one with low arms. It was his torture chair. Your legs are lifted over the arms and your ankles secured to the uprights leaving you wide open. Your wrists are secured next to your knees and your elbows fastened to the arms. Finally, two straps go round your hips and chest and two more over your shoulders so that you really are completely immobilised. Once secured in that frightful chair your mouth, nipples, pussy and anus are all very accessible and you can be gagged, blindfolded and fitted with ear muffs, very easily: that's James new trick, he places headphones over my ears and plays my own breathing back to me very loudly indeed. Then he teases me mercilessly and I have to listen to myself moan, pant and sigh. Alternatively, he stops teasing me, indeed stops touching me altogether and leaves me blindfolded listening to recordings of my own previous orgasms: God, am I a little tramp sometimes. Still I play him recordings of him begging me to let him come, one single session I taped of him lasts fifteen minutes and it's good and thoroughly humiliating. It's an excellent introduction to a session of slow masturbation, it reminds him of what's to come, i.e. not him for a while. We did try the schoolgirl scenario again, but it did not work a second time, the continuous elements of surprise were missing and its real success was completely dependent upon them: Snow White and the incredibly inventive dwarves was much more fun as a special treat. I went to talk to Valerie. As I mentioned, Valerie is the secretary at my daughter's school and she and I go back a long way, right back to before my ex and I split. Perhaps I need to expand upon this, I love the attentions of women in bed, especially once I'm already randy. As long term partners, however, women are a disaster: they want control in all the wrong places; they attempt to over-mother a troop of already suspicious children to death, which really puts off the kids; they have fixed ideas about diet, which don't suit my love of good food, big tits and big hips; they have headaches. After my ex and I had split Val and I tried to make a go of it but we soon parted again, remaining the best of friends in bed, occasionally; but, day to day, we were so very incompatible. No, if you have to share your life give me a simple straightforward man any day; better that self-centred Neanderthal than a caring sharing cerebral, well except for James: but then we did not live together, the kids would have been outraged - or in my daughters case, probably both jealous and outraged at the same time. Valerie's sex life of late had been even less exciting than mine had been before I seduced James. Her kids were older, she is in her early fifties. But she is a fitness freak and blinding for her age, firm tits, firm buttocks and a soft kind of face that sucks you in with its look off innocent incomprehension. A few more lines than I, a few more grey hairs; well I was not going to introduce James to someone younger and more pretty than myself, was I? It was Val and her husband - who, sadly, soon after died of cancer - together with my ex, who demonstrated the 'spit roast' to me and the latter two who shortly, thereafter, initiated me into the delights it had to offer. It was Val who introduced me to the pleasures that women can offer women. We shared threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Willing? She was delighted to be offered a share of my latest conquest. We remembered old times, drank some wine and then remembered old times once more but now cuddled up in bed together: children are stupid, if their mum takes a man to bed they are outraged and disgusted, but take an old woman friend to bed and they think it's sweet and cute. Val was very happy to go along with my plan, so I went round to see James, reminded him that he owed me twenty four hours of total submission, ordered him to be stood in his front room, stark naked, on Saturday afternoon at two o'clock, blindfolded, in the contrite position and I borrowed a door key. Naturally Valerie and I made him wait until half past two before we crept in as silently as we could. I tied his hands behind his back, wrists secured to opposite elbows, hobbled him and had him kneel before one of the chairs. I pretended to sit down but really it was Valerie who sat in the chair, legs akimbo. It was Valerie who grabbed his hair and dragged his face onto her pudenda to receive a very comprehensive licking. To help fool James, she had carefully shaved her pussy, washed herself using my soap and dabbed herself with my perfume so at this point he had no idea that his tongue was teasing and tantalising the slit of a complete stranger. By the time Valerie had had two or three very pleasant orgasms I was very wet and very jealous: I had a first class view too, I had my head next to hers, she was desperately biting her lip to keep silent whilst I faked orgasms to encourage James to believe that he was pleasuring me. Enough, I pulled James's head up, fixed a collar around his neck, clipped a leash to it and dragged him round the room. Tied as he was he had to shuffle behind me in a most undignified manner, so I shot off a couple of snaps with Valerie clearly in the back ground giggling silently, with her legs still splayed wide showing off her pussy. Finally, I led James to the other chair and had him lick me to ecstasy, but only after I had set the Polaroid camera up opposite on its tripod, we have a really long shutter release cable: I even made him pause each time I developed a photograph. So far so good, I was pretty certain that he had no idea that there were really two of us there. I had had three orgasms, taken two photographs and as I collected the second I secretly swapped places with Valerie so a third picture showed James licking her off to her fourth delight of the day. Watching one another was making us both, both very excited and very wet, but we did have to be careful: too much body contact and James would spot the difference, Val's breasts are quite a bit smaller than mine, her bum leaner and she could not risk a kiss on the mouth. We led James around on his lead, made him lick skin, teased his stiff prick and I took a great shot of him in Valerie's mouth. Finally, we took turns to bend over the front of the chair whilst he sank his shaft in our slick pussies and I snapped another great view, James with the head of his penis just inside Valerie's dribbling sex. After this Valerie snuck back to my flat with the photos of us and I untied James, gave him a through teasing and extracted a very pleasant half hour of his tongue and fingers working my clit and pussy. James jumped at a loud knock on the door. "Well go and answer your door." "What dressed like this?" "Yes, you have to do exactly as I tell you, remember. Anything! And I say answer the door." For the first time that evening his erection wilted. He cheated and hid behind the door as he opened it, he would pay for that. "Hi, my name's Val, Judy said to come over as soon as I was ready, you must be James," she extended a hand forcing him to move into full view. "Judy told me that she was going to tease you mercilessly and asked if I would help her, she thought it would be much more humiliating if you had an audience. She said I should listen to you beg for an orgasm, she says you're really good at that. Hopefully I can straddle your mouth so that you can lick my pussy, Judy tells me you're very good at that too. Then once you can't bare the pressure in you cock and your balls ache with lust, well we've a surprise or two for you, even then. But first a nice session of humiliation. Now run along and make us tea, gallons of tea and no sugar." James's erection was returning rapidly. James brought us the tea, poured it with due ceremony, topped the teapot up with hot water and waited standing contritely, hands on the back of his head, head bowed looking at the ground. "James go across to my flat and fetch the chocolate digestives from the kitchen." James looked worried and his erection subsided again. "Oh and your responses are getting a bit slow, so bring the cane with you, it's in the cupboard in my bedroom, in a box on the shelf above my collection of naughty books, here's the keys." At that he shot off and returned pretty promptly, of course there was no one about, but you can never be certain, can you? I heard him go to the kitchen which I had not told him to do, but I forgave him that, as he had simply arranged the biscuits on a plate. He handed me the cane and resumed his contrite pose. "James would you like to screw Valerie, bury that stiff little pole of yours in her warm moist hole?" "Ma'am I will do whatever you ask of me." "Perhaps I should order you to suck and lick her pussy till she comes and comes again?" "If it pleases you ma'am." I was pleased, his erection was as firm as ever so he clearly has no objections." "But Judy dear he's already done that," and she showed a photograph to James. He blushed and his organ flopped. "What the hell! How on earth - Where ever? When?" I could see understanding fill his face. "You - you both - earlier on?" "And I'm glad that you don't mind screwing Valerie because you've done that too," and I showed him another photograph. "Anyway you are a very naughty boy, speaking out of turn and with such indignation too: you do exactly as I say, one day of complete obedience with absolutely no limits on my part, no limits at all and naughty boys must be punished, mustn't they Valerie?" "They certainly must Judith. Bend over, touch your toes. Get those knees straight." "Please ma'am, I can't." "You can't!" "Please ma'am I'm not that supple." "My God, useless. Grab your ankles then." James hates pain, he was completely flaccid and beginning to shrivel. Valerie picked up the cane and held it across his bottom, rolling it up and down his muscular buns, thoughtfully. She froze and James almost fell over as he anticipated what she was about to do. She pulled back her arm but then gently swung the switch between his legs to lightly touch his scrotum and use the tip to prod his balls from side to side. "Tempting; very tempting," she mused, "but then again I might cut off my nose to spite my face." She delivered a sharp tap to his buttocks, enough to sting for a few seconds but not really hard enough to hurt. "You stupid oaf, why are you stood there like a wet hen whilst my good friend Judith has to pore her own tea?" He jumped up and rushed to complete the task for me. Then sensibly resumed his position. Another sharp tap, "And my cup, is it not empty too?" It was now, Valerie had just drained the contents in a single gulp. Each time he completed the next task he bent over, Valerie found a new job that he really ought to have anticipated and delivered a light rap for his inattention: I needed the biscuits, she needed the biscuits, there were no napkins, his legs were not spread wide enough, the napkins were too big we had to have serviettes, he had to get them from my flat, he was too slow. It was not lost upon either of us that James's erection had returned. "I need to pee," declared Valerie, "have you taught him the routine?" I didn't even know that there was a routine but obviously Valerie had one, so I said, "he's a man, they're so forgetful, you had best remind him." "First you will go to the toilet, raise the lid, lower the seat and sit on it to warm it for me. When it is pleasantly comfortable you will call me and when I arrive you will raise the back of my skirt, stand, assist me to sit, continuing to hold my skirt up at the back so that there is no danger of me soiling it. When I have emptied my bladder you will run a basin of warm water and then wash my pussy with a damp flannel most thoroughly, no soap; finally pat my private parts dry with a soft, fluffy towel. Your thoroughness will be checked." James looked stunned but lumbered off: I had forgotten, Valerie herself was no novice at role play and enjoyed it every bit as much as I did. We had drunk a lot of tea and I too soon needed the loo, I entered to discover Val sat on the edge of the bath, her legs spread wide apart and James using his tongue to check that her ablutions had totally removed any trace of her discharge. Somewhat crossly - Valerie had agreed that she would only take pleasure from James when I was there to witness it - I explained that I needed the facility, urgently. Valerie, obviously irritated, stood in the doorway to watch and James sat on the seat to warm it up once more. After James had sat me down, held my skirt up, helped me up and cleaned me up, I too sat on the edge of the bath so that we could establishing the effectiveness of his handiwork, I could understand Valerie's annoyance at having a very delightful orgasm interrupted; but I had rights, I was - after all - in charge. I hope James did not miss a spot with his flannel because his tongue was not allowed to. Naturally, he was gently punished again for his sins, he had not left the lid of the loo seat down, he had not cleaned the porcelain under the seat properly, there was a pubic hair in the wash basin, Valerie's tea cup was empty, the tea had gone cold. We slipped James's leash on again, he was still wearing his collar, in fact all he was wearing was his collar, and took him for walks round the flat. I taught him to kneel up and beg for biscuits, Valerie hit his bottom for getting chocolate all round his mouth. Eventually, however, it was nearly time for some serious teasing and definitely time for high tea. Before we sent him to make the tea I produced a small black cloth bag containing James's outfit. We dressed him in red suspenders, black stockings and a white, bib fronted, frilly apron that went over his head, covered his chest, tied at the waist and, just, covered his genitals, although when he put it on it stuck out prominently at the front. Mercifully, for a man, he had smallish feet and we had been able to buy him some black, patent high heeled shoes off the shelf, which he was hardly able to walk in. We topped his outfit off with a big red bow-tie. He looked sweet. Valerie and I spent a happy twenty minutes dropping things for James to pick up so we could goose his crotch, pinch his bottom and generally expose him to all those, 'harmless bits of fun' that men were so keen to deliver to women: this was a bit unfair because James himself was always the perfect gentleman, but it was still fun. We had James brew a fresh pot of tea, and whilst it brewed he had to make us cucumber and smoked salmon sandwiches. The smoked salmon was in my flat so he had had to totter across the hall to fetch it. So were the cakes and he had had to make a second wobbly trip. Valerie administered three strokes of the cane for his first attempt at the sandwiches - I admired her control, the strokes obviously stung but left no prolonged mark nor lasting pain, although they were getting harder and James did not seem to have noticed this - he had made cucumber and smoked salmon sandwiches whereas any fool maid should have known that you made the cucumber sandwiches and the smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwiches separately. He earned three more strokes for failing to cut the crusts off the cucumber sandwiches. When we were done we sent James for an oven dish, scraped the remains into it, cake and sandwiches all together, placed the dish on the floor and, after tying his hands behind his back, ordered James to eat it up: that was truly comical, so hilarious that he actually lost his erection. Finally, we sent him to wash up and as he rinsed the dishes we goosed him and pinched his bottom once more. Valerie announced that it was time to get James hard again and by the time she had stripped him he was. We led him to the bedroom and tied him over my special cushion on his big brass bed, rendering him almost immobile, he could wiggle his fingers but not even his toes. We licked him all over, well all except for the twitching rod of iron that protruded from his groin. Valerie straddled him and performed a tasteful striptease, whilst I tickled his balls and fingered his anus. Then, of course, she submitted him to a full fifteen minutes of slow masturbation; after five minutes his begging and pleading began to irritate us so we gagged him too. Once she was done we exchanged roles and I did the strip whilst she tormented him and I was merciful, for I only administered ten minutes of slow masturbation; I don't think he appreciated my largess. "Time for his show," I said. At this point James needed a rest and I usually read him stories from those dirty magazines that he, and his kind, appeared to derive so much pleasure from in those days. Tonight was different, we released him but only to secure him in his 'torture chair'. Then I placed my head next to his, signalled to Valerie until she had angled the mirror behind the bed to give him a perfect view and then I too jumped upon the bed, joining Valerie, dragged her on top of me and began to kiss her passionately. We graduated to sucking each others nipples and I was soon licking her clit, sucking on her labia and fingering her hot wet pussy; she rapidly dissolved into a train of shuddering orgasms. When her paroxysms had ceased I grabbed her hair and rammed her head between my thighs. She responded in kind and I was soon equally transported with delight as I came over and over again. James, had two different views of us expending our lusts, one in the mirror and the other direct. When, finally, I was spent Valerie hissed "do me again, I'm already ready." So I did and she exploded with pleasure two, perhaps, three times more. In their turn, her sensual responses set me off again so, for a second time, we exchanged roles and I too achieved a series of ecstatic orgasms. Poor James, he was rocking the chair with frustration, God knows what the people downstairs thought. After his cabaret we returned James to the bed, bound him, gagged him, blindfolded him and Valerie straddled his face and had him lick her sopping wet sex whilst she teased his nipples with her finger nails; I teased his balls and his anus once more. Eventually she leaned forwards and resumed those dreadful repetitions of twenty slow strokes, interspersed with ten rapid ones, that constitute slow masturbation. I slipped away to set-up his final surprise. When I returned I swapped places with Valerie and had him lick my slick wet pussy, back and forth from clit to vagina. I was oozing with juice, thick, slick and rich with the aroma of a woman on heat. Poor man, I waited until he serviced me with a small climax and then dismounted him. I delivered his fourth session of slow masturbation with the added stimulus of both of his nipples being licked. James responded with the most frantic struggles I had see him attempt thus far. Finally, we relented, popped his gag and gave him the pleasure of feeling his prick sink deep in one of our pussies, but which one? Of course, blindfolded as he was, he had no idea but as his manhood was engulfed completely he emitted the most enormous grunt of satisfaction. It took just five long languorous strokes to initiate his orgasm. We, all three shouted, "surprise", I ripped James's sleep mask away and he discovered that he was, quite uncontrollably, dumping his seed into a grey haired granny of sixty years, my friend Sybil: she had been a beauty and it still showed, but these days her skin was somewhat wrinkled and slightly slack, her hands reddened with work; her breasts sagged a little, nipples seeming to be rather high and their teats correspondingly low. As he came Sybil increased the tempo of her undulations and, literally, rang him out; whatever he thought of Sybil he could not control himself and his climax was long and noisy. My Neighbour, Reciprocity Ch. 02 "Well James permit me to introduce my good friend Sybil. You are obviously only too willing to fuck her so you will spend the rest of night satisfying her, she'll tell you what she wants: it's been a few years now so I expect she'll want a lot. Valerie and I are off to my flat to resume and old acquaintanceship and we'll see you in the morning." And we left, whilst mean old Sibyl had, the still helpless, James lick her out whilst she itemised her long list of demands.