10 comments/ 18522 views/ 24 favorites The Blue House Pt. 01 By: TheGreenQuill Nate looked at the ivory business card in his wallet and wondered how it got there. The card read in ornate blue script: The Blue House 5820 Mockingbird Drive March 4@ 7:00 PM There was no reason for the card to be there and Nate had no recollection of getting or picking it up. It simply was. The fact that it was also bore an amazing compulsion. Nate could not wait for the appointed day and hour. When the day came, Nate hurried through his work and went home, shaved and showered anew and dressed. As he looked in the mirror, he liked what he saw. He was in his early 30's, short blond hair, a relatively fit body kept that way with hours spent on his road bike each week. His cock was a better than average, perhaps seven inches long when erect and nestled in a thatch of hair the same color as his head. The carpet still matched the drapes. Nate picked out a grey suit and green tie then heeded the call of the card. The house on Mockingbird Drive was set well back from the road with an iron gate crossing the driveway and an ivy covered brick wall surrounding the property. Nate pulled his car up to the gate and looked at the card, then at the brass plaque embedded in the brick above an intercom panel. He pushed the button and said, "This is Nate Johnson, I have a card..." Before he could say anything more the gate clicked and swung open showing a space just inside where he could park. At the same time, a series of blue foot lights turned on, guiding him up to an immense Colonial style mansion. Nate stepped from the car and followed the lights to the front door. As he approached, the twin lamps flanking the door turned on and the door opened, revealing a striking blonde-haired woman in a low cut, backless red evening gown. Her hair tumbled down her neck, partially obscuring a silvery choker around her throat. Nate looked at the woman, appreciating her body, from the graceful arc of her neck to the way that here breasts rose out of the gown. She was a full C, and it appeared that the only thing holding the gown up was her nipples, which made small peaks at the top of each triangle of fabric. Nate was a breast man by choice and while he preferred larger, the woman's tits were so perfectly formed that he had difficulty taking his eyes off them and his dick kept trying to pop to attention in his trousers. "I am Ingrid Mr. Johnson. You are expected. Please follow me." Ingrid led him towards the back of the house. As he followed, Nate took in alternately the collection of art and antiques and the interesting things that were happening inside Ingrid's dress. Her ass seemed to dance, moving sinuously, begging anyone watching to hold it. Other than leading him (and leading him on it seemed), Ingrid was uninterested in any kind of conversation which Nate thought strange. He was not unattractive, he did not smell bad, and he had not been discourteous. Something was clearly going on in the house on Mockingbird Drive. After leading him down a long hallway, Ingrid opened the door to a room at the back of the house. The room itself was large, impressively so and different in style from anything else in the house. If he were to guess, Nate thought that the room ran the entire width of the house itself. The floor was grey flagstones and the ceiling was at the roofline of the entire house so two or three stories Nate estimated. The lower part of the walls had tapestries while the vaulted ceiling had thick wooded beams that looked like whole tree-trunks were squared off and put in place by a giant. Between the tapestry and the beams were tall thin windows, which cast spears of moonlight into the room. Toward one end of the room sat a large old wooden table so old stained almost black with age and innumerable coats of oil and varnish. The table was set for two with China, wine, and a pair of candelabra twinkling brightly. The sight of the room took Nate by surprise. Taking in his surroundings he completely missed noticing the man at the head of the table. Upon seeing him, he walked over to the table and the empty seat at the man's right hand. The man himself was older and exuded a cultured urbanity that was both easy to be around and completely unsettling. He had a shock of silver hair and a cream suit tailored with such exactness that it looked painted on. "Come. Sit, Nathaniel. I am sure that you must have a million questions. My name is Edward Roberts and I've been looking for you for quite some time," the man said calmly. Nathan sat and took a sip of wine while Roberts continued, "No doubt you are wondering why you are here and how the card ended up in your wallet. The first question is rather more interesting so I thought that we could attend to that one first. In short, I have chosen to give you a gift. A number of gifts in fact, wrapped up in one. Before I get to that, let me explain some things to you about this house. The Blue House is a wonderland of sorts. People come here to be freed of their inhibitions when those inhibitions are too strong to overcome any other way. They come here because they want to enjoy many of the pleasures that life has to offer without worrying about all the messy parts. They do not want to arrange, or search, or anything. They just want to do, to experience, and to be. The Blue House helps them do that. With this." Roberts reached into his pocket and withdrew what looked like a smart phone. Setting it on the table he turned it on and pushed one of the buttons on the screen. Immediately from the main door and one further down the room that Nate had not seen, a line of women entered the dining room. Ingrid, still wearing her red gown, led the women into the room. The line formed across from Nate, ten women, all gorgeous. Nate scanned the line. Each wore evening attire of some sort. The small-breasted brunette wore a little black cocktail dress, the Japanese woman wore a silver sheath, the redhead halfway down the line a green dress that lifted her imposing rack up and almost out of the dress, putting the pale orbs on display. The only thing that the women had in common was that each had the same silver choker around their necks as Ingrid did. "I see you've noticed the bands. Yes, that is the secret. Each person who chooses to come to the Blue House chooses to wear a controller band. They willingly had over a piece of themselves in order to experience things that they cannot or would not get on their own. Please, feel free to examine them. Ask them anything you like or nothing at all. Let me know if there is anything that you would like. The ladies are in "neutral" at the moment. Look, touch, enjoy. Nate pushed back from the table and walked down the line. He was drawn to the redhead but wanted to save her for later, if there was a later. He did however pause long enough to ask her name which turned out to be Rachel. Walking up and down the line was equal parts candy shop, brothel lineup and horse inspection at the track. Nate could feel his dick stiffening again in his trousers. As he perused, he would stop every now and again to smell the perfume of a woman's neck, perhaps a peak or more than a peak down a dress, a gauging group of a well-rounded ass cheek. Second from the end was a woman with black hair so dark that it looked purple and skin the color of toffee. She wore a scoop necked dress that showed off bronzed breasts and was slit up almost to her waist. "Mr. Roberts, who is this enchanting creature?" Nate enquired. "That is Aarti, do you like her?" Roberts hand moved to the control and flicked a button. Aarti's eyes lit up as her control collar went from Neutral to Amorous. "Aarti will respond to any questions that you may have or instructions that you give her short of sexual acts. We still need to use the remote for those at this stage of training but the rest are fair game." Roberts said from his place at the table. Nate was somewhat incredulous that a simple control box could bring a woman to do whatever it was that was asked. He decided to try it out with something simple. "Aarti raise your right arm please." The woman smiled and raised a slim arm over her head. "Aarti, grab your tits for me." Aarti grasped her breasts and pushed them together and up for Nate's inspection. He lowered his nose into her cleavage and inhaled deeply. Her skin smelled like orange blossom and something deeper, spicier. At the same time, he moved his hand up to her left breast and squeezed gently while he ran a thumb over her nipple. As soon as his thumb hit the nipple, Aarti's grin contracted as she inhaled sharply. "The control collar reinforces any sensations of pleasure that the girl feels," Roberts explained, "That way they gradually begin to associate activity with pleasure and retrain their minds to overcome the inhibitions that brought them to the Blue House to begin with." "Don't you think you'd feel more comfortable without that dress on Aarti? It is very warm in here. I am sure you agree," Nate suggested, seeing how far he could push the girl. Aarti reached behind her neck and unhooked the dress, allowing it to fall to the ground in a silken puddle around her feet. Underneath the dress, she was wearing a leopard print bra and panty set with thigh-high stockings. She again reached behind her and unhooked the bra, shrugging out of it. Her tits were full and shaped like half a pear giving them at the bottom. Her nipples were wine dark and large, the areolas beginning to pucker in arousal. Aarti slipped her hands inside the waist of her panties and slipped them over her hips to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. She had a small landing strip of hair leading right to her pussy. Her hips were shapely with just a bit of flesh on them. Nate did not care for girls who looked like they had not eaten in a week. "Mr. Roberts, I think I'd like a blowjob from Aarti if you don't mind" Nate said as he looked at the nude girl in front of him. As soon as Roberts pushed the control, Aarti stepped forward, her breasts pushing against the fabric of Nate's suit. He felt his dick go fully erect and strain back against the beautiful Indian woman's belly through his silk boxers and the linen of his trousers. She put one lithe arm around his neck and pulled his head down to her lips. Their mouths met and Nate was surprised at how soft Aarti's lips were. At first there was just subtle pressure as they brushed against one another and then their lips opened in unison. Aarti's tongue probed against his teeth and then entwined with his for a moment before breaking away. "Sir, I would very much like to give you pleasure with my mouth. May I begin?" Aarti whispered into Nate's ear. Nate nodded and Aarti slid down his body, dragging her full tits over him and tugging at his clothes with her nails. She undid his belt, button, and zipper and pulled his pants down, then released his cock from its confines. Pre-cum had already created a bit of a wet spot on the silk of his boxers. Aarti started to kiss up and down Nate's shaft, gradually opening her mouth so there was a combination of lips and tongue bathing the dick in front of her. Then she straightened pushed her tits back together, spitting into the crevice between the brown mounds. She maneuvered Nate's cock into her cleavage and started to stroke, making sure that her tits were always in contact with him. Each time that the tip of his shaft would poke out of the top of the tit tunnel, Aarti would give it a little kiss, lick, or pop it into her mouth for a second. Nate put his head back and concentrated on the feeling of fucking Aarti's tits and anticipating getting his dick inside her mouth. He skin was very soft and smooth to begin with but her spit and his pre-cum and made a slippery tunnel that had him rolling his hips and curling his toes in pleasure inside his loafers. She had her tits pressed tightly together and each time he thrust forward, it took a bit of pressure to part her breasts. That parting put a delicious friction on the head of his cock, like parting pussy lips for the first time. The moisture on Aarti's chest glistened in dim light of the room and when Nate looked down he could see in crystal detail each tiny hair and pore of her flesh. Time slowed, the seconds drawing out in Nate's mind and all that existed was the faint slithery sound of skin on skin as he thrusted and then a small wet slap as Aarti's mounds closed over his member when he withdrew. Nate looked down, pulled his shaft from between her breasts, and moved it back towards Aarti's face. She kissed the tip and then opened her mouth, seemingly inhaling him. Aarti's mouth was warm and she sucked hard on Nate's cock, her cheeks dimpling as her head bobbed up and down. She brought one hand up to the base of his cock, encircling it with her fingers and started to pump in rhythm with her mouth. The other cupped his balls and played with them gently. Nate's hands came up and entwined into Aarti's hair, guiding her head and controlling the speed of her cocksucking. Nate was not sure what Aarti's issues were that had brought her to the Blue House. It certainly was not her oral skills. Her tongue and lips played up and down his cock as she sucked him. Nate thought the incredible blowjob felt like the best parts of silk and warm honey with amazing suction thrown in. Aarti was certainly enthusiastic. Strands and bubbles of her saliva sneaked out of her mouth and ran down her chin. Those strands stretched until some of them would reach the upper curves of her breasts and then snap, only to then accumulate in rivulets between her tits. The pressure started to build at the base of Nate's cock, a fire that kindled and grew more intense with each stroke and bob of Aarti's head. His hips moved more insistently, thrusting deeper into Aarti's mouth, transforming the blowjob into a face fucking of the first order. He heard Aarti gag as the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat. Nate slowed for a second to let Aarti catch up and then he felt her throat relax and start to make swallowing motions. The warmth of Aarti's mouth combined with her hand pumping his cock finally made Nate's dick start to pulse. He shot the first wad of seed into Aarti's mouth just as she swallowed. The sticky mass clearly caught her by surprise and her eyes bulged as Nate continued to cum. If anything, Aarti's handiwork milked out more cum that usual for Nate and a bit dribbled out from the corner of her mouth. Nate finished and pulled his cock from Aarti's mouth and then stumbled back into a chair at the table, his legs thrust out in front of him, trousers bunched around his ankles. "Oh fuck, that was amazing. I haven't been sucked off that well since, well I can't remember since when." Nate looked at Aarti who was still on the slate floor where he had left her. She was kneeling, back straight, breasts thrust out proudly in front of her and a hint of a smile caressing her ruby lips. Her erect nipples spoke to the state of her arousal in clear language. The control collar had worked like a charm and the psychological pleasure reinforcement had obviously given Aarti a certain amount of satisfaction. Nate wondered if she would like some more. "Mr. Roberts, can that gadget make her start playing with herself?" Nate asked. "Indeed it can." Roberts pushed another control and Aarti's hands leapt to the bottom curves of her breasts, cupping the swelling flesh, and massaging them. Her fingers started to flick at and tweak her left nipple while her other hand strayed between her legs. At first, she hesitated, fingers dallying in the black track of hair above her pussy, and then slowly, haltingly she pushed her middle fingers past the veil of her lips and started to stroke and rub her clit. Aarti's breath hissed in her mouth and she let out a low moan as she flicked the small nub of flesh at the top of her pussy. As the sensations increased, she parted herself and then ran a finger into the depths of her tunnel. She started to stroke inside, the finger running in and out and spreading her juices first over the digit and then, increasingly as her body responded over the other fingers and her hand. The musk of her scent filled the room and the Nate started to get hard again, as he watched Aarti masturbate herself on the floor in front of him. He could see little flashes of pink as Aarti worked her fingers faster and faster. Her breath was coming in little gasps and she bounced up and down on her heels. The finger fucking brought out a sheen of sweat on Aarti's breasts and Nate could see a bead run down her temple, along her neck and into the little hollow at the base of her neck above her breastbone. Aarti switched hands, plunging two and then three fingers into her dripping hole and running the other up over her body through her hair and then bringing them to her mouth where she sucked the dew from her fingers. Aarti's active hand was working out her pussy like a champion. Each thrust made squelching noises as she plowed her sopping furrow. All Nate could think about as the scent of sex permeated the air was how much he wanted to replace Aarti's fingers with his dick. He was fully hard again and he gestured vigorously for Aarti to join him. When she stood, Nate gazed longingly at her, his cock afire with need. He noticed the thatch of dark hair was matted into tight curls with Aarti's juices and those same juices had slicked the inside curves of her thighs. She had done such a thorough job of masturbating herself that the lips of her pussy were dark red and opened like a flower in bloom. Nate placed his hands on her naked hips and brought her over his engorged member. As Aarti started to settle on him, she reached beneath her and grasped his cock, steering it into place. Aarti started to lower herself. The knob of his cock entered her and then she the muscles of her thighs flexed and she stopped, suspended over him. Aarti closed her eyes and a grin chased itself across her face. At the same time, she started to work with muscles that Nate would dream about years later. Her pussy gripped him tightly, like a glove of warm velvet, and then released him. The look of concentration was plain on her face. Each squeeze of her pussy brought her a little further down his pole. It was the most erotic thing that Nate had ever experienced. Normally when Nate fucked a woman there was an insistent nature to it, an urging to get as deep as possible as quickly as possible. This time however Aarti took her time impaling herself. Nate started to run his hands up and down the browned sides of the exotic woman standing over him. His hands went back to her breasts, squeezed, first gently, and then with greater ardor as Aarti tortured him exquisitely with the hot folds of her sex. He brought his face to those magnificent breasts, felt the mingled sweat and spit between her tits and inhaled her unique perfume. He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and nipping at it in short bites. If she would torment him, then he could do the same. Aarti drew up, rising off Nates cock until the head was barely in her, then clenched her pussy, and sheathed his dick inside her. It was an incredibly close fit and Nate could still feel the rippling muscles of her cunt, alternately sliding and grappling with him. Aarti raised her feet up off the floor and hooked her ankles around the rear legs of the chair giving Nate as much penetration as he could muster. Then she started to roll her hips, stroking his cock in and out of her opening with each rotation. Nate took his hands from Aarti's tits and brought them around to her back, feeling the skin of her back and her shoulders sliding underneath. Enveloping her, he kissed her, tongue piercing her above as his dick did below, probing, searching, taking. Aarti responded, slipping her own arms around his neck and kissing back, her mouth tasting of cardamom and cinnamon. Her fingers crawled through his hair and for a time the only sounds were the creaking of the wooden chair they sat on and the wet sounds of sex. The Blue House Pt. 01 One corner of Nate's mind remained apart from the rest and considered the situation. Here he was, his dick buried to the hilt in one of the best pussies he had ever had while nine other women and one old man looked on. All of this accomplished because of a smart phone and a silver collar. How was this possible? Did it even matter? All Nate wanted was for the experiences not to end. He wanted each of the women in their turn. He wanted to know if Ingrid's flashing eyes translated into passion and what the porcelain skinned Japanese woman was like. He wanted to know why the house existed and how the collars worked. More than anything that corner of his brain though, joining the rest of his mind, he wanted to fuck Aarti until she melted like orgasmic wax and then cum inside her. Coming back to the present, Nate took hold of Aarti's upper arms and leaned her back, away from him. The shifting angle must have hit a good spot in her pussy because Aarti began to gyrate faster on his lap. Her breath came in great gasps and she cried out in pleasure. Nate felt a flood of increased warmth and Aarti's cunt gripped him tightly when she came. The sudden torrent along with Aarti's vice-like pussy-grip on his dick made Nate spasm. His stomach muscles clenched as he came powerfully inside her. After the crashing waves of Aarti's orgasm subsided, she slumped against him, her body trembling weakly. Nate wrapped his arms around her until she had regained herself and his dick had softened and slipped from her. He was surprised when Aarti slipped back down to the slate floor and began to lick him clean. With slow strokes, she tongued up her own juices along with the bits of his cum that mingled with them. When she was done, she went over to where to the gap in the line, standing nude, proud, and pleased at having performed well with the collar for Nate and for herself. Nate fastened himself back into his trousers and returned to his chair, amazed at what had just happened. How could a couple of button pushes on a smartphone make a total stranger blow him and then ride him like an unbroken stallion? He turned to Roberts with a quizzical look. Before he could ask the question Roberts smiled and said, "It's just an app. A very special app. The app sends signals to the collars of the women and in turn the women obey the commands of the app. Of course, technology has changed over time. Why, when I first came to the Blue House we were using a special keyboard to control the women. It was much less discrete, I can tell you that. Imagine how difficult it was to take a lady out on the town carrying a keyboard! Before that, they told me that there was a largish control box with a dial and some switches. The founder of the Blue House actually used an apparatus that looked like a 50's Juke Box. In the end does it really matter though?" Nate sat, considering the power that he had been shown. Robert's began again, "Twenty-Five years. That is what I can offer you. A quarter of a century to live, to love, and to enjoy. You will be blessed with unbelievable virility as long as the Blue House is in your care. You will not be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound but as long as you abide by the rules of the house, you will never lack ardor within the walls. At the end of that time, you have to pass it on to another man. I will show you how to install the app on your phone and in time, you will show someone else the secrets of the Blue House. Then you'll go back to normal, your sex life dependent upon your own charm and the winds of fate." "What about tonight? I mean, I'm no slouch but twice like that in quick succession? And I came harder and more than any time since I lost my cherry in the back of Dad's Chevy." Roberts answered, "Tonight is, well, it's something of a trial period. To see what you like and if this is something that you want or not." Nate rolled the idea around in his head. Twenty-Five years of control, to do what he wanted, how he wanted and then to hand it off to another mystery man. There were so many possibilities to explore. Who might come to the house? When did women decide to join? To leave? How did this all function? As Nate thought, he looked over the line and noticed more than one bosom that was swelling in lust at what had just happened. Near the seat where Aarti had mounted Nate's shaft a woman with hair the color of wild honey and eyes like the sky bit her lip in apprehension. "Mr. Roberts, who is the blonde over there?" Nate gestured. "That is Gina and if you feel up to a little more playtime, might I suggest the horse for her? Gina is something of a bad girl." Roberts flicked another control and a light at the far end of the dining room illuminated what looked like a gymnast's pommel horse. "Come along Gina. It is time to play" The three of them approached the horse and Nate inspected it. It was indeed similar to a pommel horse with a padded top and handholds bolted onto the upper face. It also featured a lower spreader bar with padded ankle cuffs and a series of pulleys that brought a thin steel cable down from the underside of the horse, through the pulley at the base of the pedestal and then back up to a second pair of padded cuffs that were connected to a short bar that the bound person could grab hold of. By adjusting the amount of slack in the cables, the person secured to the horse could be bent over at the waist, legs spread, and bottom in the air, subject to whatever his or her captor desired. Nate desired quite a bit. He imagined Gina bent over the horse, her hands bound and her gorgeous tits hanging free to be used however, he could imagine. Nate stepped behind Gina and found the zipper to her gown. As he pulled the zipper past her shoulder blades, Nate planted small feathery kisses along Gina's spine. When he came to band of her black bra, Nate slipped the shoulder straps of the dress down to Gina's elbows and then deftly unhooked the strap with one hand before finishing taking the zipper down to the small of Gina's back. He could see a black garter belt and the top of her thong rising from the crack of her ass. Nate finished sliding the dress off Gina's hips and stepped back to have a look at the woman before him. Her hair was a rich honey color and worn in a fat curl over her right shoulder so that the ends partially obscured her breast. Gina's eyes were a lively crystal blue that sparkled with mischief and the corners of her mouth were turned up into a quirk of a smile. Nate wondered what this nearly naked woman had on her mind. Gina had an athletic build with long legs and a spray of freckles across the tops of her shoulders that made Nate think of carefree hours on the beach. Her tits were high, round, and very full, he estimated that she was an easy D. Her breasts gave way to a tight stomach bejeweled with a cute dimple of a navel and then disappeared into her thong, cloaking whether she shaved or not. Gina, with lust aforethought, had run the suspenders of her garter under the waist band of her thong so that it could be removed without disturbing the belt or stockings. Those stockings were incredibly sheer and had a seam running up the back of her leg that was so straight it could have been set with a plumb line. Gary's cock started to stiffen in his trousers. For some reason the stockings were setting him off in a way that they never had before. Perhaps it was the brazenness of what was going on, perhaps it was the spectators, and perhaps it was just the house and the ability to do whatever he wanted with willing women. He stepped behind her and reached around to her breasts. They filled not just the palms of his hands but the entire hand, out to the fingertips. They were soft to the touch but as Nate squeezed, he could feel the solidity of her flesh. It was not plastic, but instead the dense feel of the breast itself. Nate had his hands on one of the best pairs of all natural tits that he had ever experienced. He could have taken hours just fondling them, hefting one after the other. Nate felt Gina's nipples stiffen and the skin of her areoles crinkled up as he massaged her boobs. Nate pulled Gina against his chest and felt his stiffness wedge against the crack of her ass. He nuzzled at her neck and nibbled at her earlobe, "You are amazing. Mr. Roberts says that you are something of a bad girl. Is that true? Are you naughty?" Gina nodded and then said coquettishly, "Oh yes I am naughty Mr. Nate. I have been very bad. I have been thinking naughty thoughts about you ever since you came into the dining room. I'm very ashamed." Nate removed his hands from Gina's tits and slid them over to her upper arms, gripping firmly. "If you've been bad then you should be punished. Come here girl." Nate pushed Gina over to the horse. The padded bar came to the level of her thighs. He quickly stooped and put Gina's ankles into the leg cuffs on the spreader bar. This put her feet almost three feet apart. Coming around the front of the horse, Nate gripped the back of Gina's neck and bent her over, fastening first one padded wrist cuff and then the other. He searched for controls for the pulley system and found them at one end of the horse. He took up the slack in the cable until Gina was completely bent over, arms stretched in front of her grasping the wooden bar. Her hair fell over her face and Nate nodded appreciatively at how Gina's breasts hung forward from her chest. Once Gina was set up on the horse, Nate walked back to the table and asked to borrow Mr. Roberts's phone so that he could control Gina's reactions on his own. He considered the interface scrolling through the names of the girls; Aarti, Gina, Jessica, Rachel, Yuka...Each girl had a small snapshot next to her name. Nate tapped Gina, (mentally snickering at the action), and saw the interface included a series of slider bars for affection, suggestibility, and intensity of reaction. There were also buttons for various sex acts and a button marked "Stimulate". Nate walked back over to the bound blonde and flicked "Stimulate." When he did so a second set of selections appeared; "Nipples", "Breasts", "Clitoris", "G-Spot" along with another intensity slider. It looked like the app allowed direct stimulation of the girl at the push of a button. Nate could have driven Aarti to orgasm without even touching her, just setting her collar for clitoral stimulation and then playing with the slider. Fascinating. "Well Gina, lets see what this can do. I am going to turn your nipples on but I do not want you to say a thing. Do you understand?" "Yes Mr. Nate, I am to stay silent, no matter what you might do to me," Gina replied. Nate hit the button and imagined what Gina might be feeling. The fact that she was feeling something was obvious. When the stimulation started, Gina's head jerked up and she thrust her tits out as much as she could in her confinement. Nate pushed the intensity up a bit and Gina bit her lip to stifle her moan. Without turning off the nipple stimulation, Nate added Gina's clit to the mix and the girl started to bump against the side of the horse as pleasure rocked through her. Nate let the app do its work, amused at seeing Gina trying to obey the command to be silent when she clearly wanted to make some noise. After a while, Nate decided that light punishment could be fun to give, and even get, that he did not want to be cruel to the young woman. "You may speak now Gina. Was there something you wanted to say?" "Ooooooooh, yesss," Gina moaned out her happiness, "This feels...wonderful." "You said you had naughty thoughts about me Gina. I am not sure that a fresh young woman like yourself should be having any sort of naughty thoughts. Perhaps you should tell me what they are and we'll decide what your punishment should be," Nate suggested, curious as to what might be running through Gina's mind. "When you came in I... I wondered what your dick looked like. You were so strong looking. I wanted you to take me first, but Aarti got that. I wanted you to fuck me. Fuck me in front of everyone. Maybe even on the table. All I know is that I wanted you to use my holes. I needed it." "You kiss your mother with that mouth Gina?" Nate teased, "You have been naughty, thinking things like that about a perfect stranger and thinking that you had to be first. Punishment is definitely in order." The first thing that Nate did was step behind Gina and rip off the black thong she'd been wearing. He noticed that they were wet with Gina's juices as he balled them up and then stuffed them into her mouth. He cocked an eye at Robert's who gestured to a cabinet not far from the horse. When he opened the cabinet, he saw a rack of tools ranging from a pedestrian paddle to various clamps, gags, and a cat o'nine. Nate reaffirmed in his mind that a little punishment was not a problem but he was not, nor thought he ever would be a sadist. He would not hurt for hurt's sake. Selecting the paddle, he swung it whistling through the air a couple times. "Gina, I think that this is a good punishment. You need a good spanking, wouldn't you say?" She raised her head and looked at the red leather paddle. Her eyes widened a bit at Nate's obvious intent. She nodded and Nate stepped around the horse to Gina's raised, bare ass. Nate ran his free hand over the curve of Gina's bottom. Her skin was like satin, flawless, and beautiful. With a gentle pat, Nate got in position, swung the paddle back and then forward. The strike left a faint strawberry rectangle on Gina's ass and the girl yelped a bit. Nate struck again, this time on the other cheek and Gina let out a second shriek. The paddle went back repeatedly, each swat brightening the spanking marks on the heart shaped ass in front of him. After a half-dozen strikes Nate noticed that Gina was not crying out in pain anymore. She was not crying at all. With each hit, she was almost purring in delight. She was seriously getting off on the spanking that she was receiving. Gina was arching her back, thrusting her breasts out so that they swayed back and forth. She also rolled her hips as if she was seeking the paddle. The spreader bar keeping her legs apart limited that movement but Nate was still able to see the pink inner folds of Gina's pussy. It was a very attractive pussy at that. The outer lips were plump and the sensitive inner ones protruded just a bit between them. Nate gamely thought that maybe that was what was purring. Gina had indeed shaved it so that it was smooth all over. It was also very wet. The inner lips glistened with Gina's arousal. Nate decided that he had had enough with spanking and wanted to get on with what he was her for, fucking. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of one of the chairs arrayed around the table. His shirt went and then his pants, boxers, socks and shoes until he was naked. His cock was erect and like a dog in the field pointed at its prey. Nate flexed the muscles in his groin and the ruddy tip bounced up and down a bit. He took hold of himself and started to rub the head up and down Gina's waiting cunt. He might as well shocked her with electricity. As soon as the tip of his cock touched Gina's drenched pussy she spit out the gag and yelled, "Yesssss! Fuck me now!" She shoved her hips back, engulfing Nate's dick inside her. Nate slapped Gina's ass. It jiggled playfully and he said, "Naughty girl. I didn't say to fuck me yet." Nate pulled back out, somewhat regretful because Gina had an incredible pussy. She was so wet that he sank balls deep into her with no resistance whatsoever. He started to trace up and down her opening at times going as much as head deep into her but without fully penetrating her. Gina started to moan in pleasure again and then the moans turned to begging. "Mr. Nate, please have me. Please? I need your cock in me. I need you to fuck me right now. Please sir." Nate continued to toy with her, up down up down, perhaps a little swirl around her clit just to drive her a bit crazier. "Pleeeease fuck me sir. I will let you have anything you want. I'll even give you..." Gina hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting Nate's cock slamming into her waiting cunt and whatever it was, she was holding back. "I'll even give you my ass." Nate was not usually into anal. He had done it a couple of times and could take it or leave it. The fact that Gina was willing to submit to having her ass plowed as well as her pussy though was very erotic. He positioned himself, grabbed Gina's hips, and thrust home. Gina made this weird mix of coo-ing that raised to almost a howl as Nate fucked her, his cock parting her roughly. Each time that Nate thrust forward his hips would knock against Gina's ass and it would jiggle a bit as she rocked forward in her restraints. Gina started to grind back against the fucking Nate was giving her. She clenched the velvet vice of her pussy in rhythm with his motion. Nate tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers leaving white imprints on her supple skin and started to really pound Gina's cunt. His dick made a wet squelching noise as it entered her. As the pace picked up, Gina's cooing changed to a grunt as the front edge of the pommel bit into her thighs. "Is this what you wanted Gina? Did you need somebody to fuck you like this?", Nate asked as he plowed her sopping furrow. As he did so, he moved one hand up to the pink rosebud of her asshole and started to circle it. That obviously drove the girl wild and she redoubled her efforts, grind back onto his cock savagely. Nate started to probe Gina's ass with his fingers, stretching her out so that he would be able to get in easily when he took her back passage. The feelings in Gina's pussy had combined to make it difficult for her to think, let alone talk. There was a delicious combination of fullness as Nate pushed his rod into her repeatedly and a building pressure as she felt her orgasm building. "Yes. I want. You. To fuck me harder," Gina panted. As her orgasm started to overtake, her Gina cried out and suddenly, Nate pulled his cock, slicked with her juices from her pussy. Withdrawal doused Gina's orgasm, stopping it in its tracks. She wailed "Nooooooooooo! Put it back! I need it!" She struggled against the bonds trying to get back in contact with Nate's penis. Nate repositioned the purple head of his cock against her asshole. He had plenty of lubricant, provided by Gina's pussy. Nate applied firm, continual pressure against the puckered eye of Gina's ass. She resisted at first, squirming about a little and then the muscles relaxed and Nate took the tawny woman's ass. If Gina's pussy had been tight, her ass was incredibly so. It was a completely new set of sensations for both people. Gina felt like she had been impaled, like a butterfly on a corkboard. Nate's cock filled up her ass and she hung suspended upon his manhood. She was utterly helpless, not just because she was bound to the pommel horse. He hands were cuffed; her legs spread obscenely, her the core of her raised into the air, vulnerable. Those things could at least be considered normal. Having a man's dick invading her anal passage though did something. A giant switch flipped when Nate had taken her ass. All thoughts other than what were happening behind her ceased and all there was a fullness like she had never experienced before. It had been a long while since Nate had done anal and the sensation took him to an entirely different level as well. A pussy was, well a pussy. You slid into and out of it. It was designed for what had been happening a second ago. Depending on how the girl moved, arranged her legs, or squeezed the muscles of her vagina the feelings changed but anal was a different animal all together. Nate felt fused to Gina. It was not like just being in her pussy with all of the warm, wet, squishy feelings. It was more like being a complete extension of her. If she swayed her hips one way or another he moved along with it, totally a part of the person in front of him. The Blue House Pt. 01 Nate stroked in and out of Gina's ass, feeling the tight ring of muscle massage his cock with each motion. Knowing that Gina liked the earlier spanking, he slapped her butt hard, even harder than he had with the paddle. His palm made a flat crack as it impacted on the creamy white flesh and Gina yelped in surprise. The slap made Gina clench down on Nate's dick and she bucked her hips. Nate rode her ass through the undulating motion and gave her another slap. Gina started to shriek, not in pain but ecstasy. The stinging slaps had finally pushed her over the edge and her whole body seized up in orgasm. She climbed up on her tiptoes and locked her knees. Her hands shot out in front of her to the limit of the wrist cuffs and her back arched, head thrown back with the power of her climax. Her pussy juices ran down her leg and her anal passage cinched down on the full length of Nate's cock and would not let go. Nate thought that the tenseness of Gina's body was much like what he had read once about what happens if a person is electrocuted. Gina's huge orgasm ignited a fire at the base of Nate's cock that almost overpowered him. He grabbed Gina's waist and jammed his cock as deep into her as possible. His balls tightened and he felt the load of cum course down his shaft and shoot into Gina. His stomach muscles crunched, trying to drive him deeper into her, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!" he cried as their dual climax reached its crescendo. After a moment that stretched out into eternity, Gina sank back onto her feet and leaned into the restraints. Nate collapsed against her naked back, one hand moving forward to cup one gently swaying breast. All Gina could muster was a repeated "Oh God. Oh God" said in a soft mumble. Nate's dick was still in her ass, she was still bound to the horse, and she had barely come back from floating in a sea of sensory overload. Gradually the lovers came back to themselves and Nate withdrew. He found a towel in the cabinet and cleaned himself, then released Gina from the horse. He took her up in an embrace and kissed her firmly. Ending the kiss, Gina looked up at him. "Thank you. We have known for a while that Mr. Roberts would be leaving the house and we, the girls I mean, were a little frightened about who might come after him. If you are the same way to all the girls that you were to Aarti and me, I don't think there will be any problems." Nate smiled down at the glowing blonde. Then he gathered his clothes and looked over at where Roberts and the other women had been watching. "I'll take the house." The Blue House Pt. 02: New Home Owner Nate and Roberts had finished talking a little past midnight. Roberts had installed the controller app on Nate's phone and given him the keys to the house as well as a stack of documents relating to the business of the house and the rules. Nate had examined the documents briefly, mainly to find out how the wonderland was paid for. Evidently the house, and by extension its owner was the beneficiary of a very generous trust set up to cover expenses. Nate had decided that he would look at the rules later. He had bidden Roberts a goodnight, locked the door behind him, and summoned Ingrid to show him up to his room. While he waited, he got his phone out and pulled up Ingrid's profile. The interaction scale was set on Neutral. This was the default setting though one could always save it to something else for one or all of the girls. It was late enough that Ingrid had actually retired for the night and had not expected to be summoned to serve. The commands of the collar were unavoidable and Nate had actually picked her to see what would happen if an alleged man hater (though from everything Roberts had said not a lesbian) were brought out to serve when she really didn't want to. She came to the foyer where Nate waited wearing a pale peach babydoll over a matching pair of sheer panties. Both garments were ephemeral, as if breathed into existence and taken form over Ingrid's body. Nate could clearly see Ingrid's nipples. The areola was coffee with cream brown and the nipples themselves were surprisingly long. Nate guessed they were as long as the last knuckle on his pinkie finger. They would be wonderful for sucking. He also wondered what a pair of nipple clamps would do to the stormy-eyed girl, the pressure of the clamp a constant stimulating reminder, pressing, and tugging at her flesh. Nate confirmed his guess about the breasts themselves. Ingrid's tits were perfect. Without any artificial support, they perched upon her chest like twin apples ready for plucking and eating. "I'd like to go up to my room Ingrid," Nate stated. As Ingrid led him upstairs he took the chance to examine her ass. It had looked good in the dress earlier in the evening. Covered only in peach chiffon it was amazing. Ingrid had the sort of innate voluptuousness that nature granted maybe one woman in a million. It was not like Rachel's. The redhead carried more flesh on a larger frame. Ingrid's body was instead a perfection of proportion that cried out for carnal delights untold. Each step she took moved her hips and ass in a hypnotic rhythm. At the top of the stairs Nate reached into his pants pocket, pulled out the phone and set the slider to "Warm" The scale went Neutral-Warm-Affectionate-Amorous-Wanton-and then with a certain amount of cheek - Slutty. Nate figured that the difference on the last one was more of degree with a wanton girl happily engaging in whatever was suggested while a slutty one eagerly sought it out. Nate did not want to mess with an already chilly woman tonight. He would like answers without having to deal with the professional Ice Queen persona Ingrid had adopted. Therefore, he tipped the scale just a bit in his benefit so they would have time to talk. When the slider moved up the scale, Nate could almost detect a slight lessening of the stiffness that ran through Ingrid's spine like a rod of iron. When she was not stalking through the house, Ingrid moved with the grace of a ballerina. Nate looked at her long legs and well-toned calves. Rounded perfection like that was part genetics and part hours of exercise, sculpting the body to be just so. He heartily approved of the discipline required and the results. Ingrid led him to the doors of the Master suite and opened one. She slipped inside, clearing the way for him to enter the room and asked "Will there be anything else sir?" Nate scanned the room's furnishings and said, "Have a seat in the armchair Ingrid. It's the weekend and I don't feel like sleeping yet." Ingrid moved over to the chair and sat primly on the edge. She crossed her legs demurely, revealing an expanse of creamy thigh and those beautiful calves again. Her back was straight and her tits jutted out in front of her, again daring him to pluck her fruit. Warm was not going to get her to relax quite yet it seemed. Nate was unwilling to rely on the controller though. He wanted a tryst before sleeping and it would be easier to just set the controller on Slutty and then use Ingrid as his own personal fuck-bot but crossed a line somewhere in his mind. If a woman wanted to play fuck toy then he was more than happy to oblige. As long as the rules were clear, whatever two, three, or more people could agree to do whatever they wanted. Ingrid was so obviously hostile though that he did not think he could take her over the edge of the bed. There had to be some kind of understanding and consent. Required consent put Nate into an interesting position. While he was quite literally the Master of the House, his own scruples controlled his behavior no less thoroughly than the silver bands controlled the girls. Nate sat on the edge of the bed, resting back on his hands and asked, "Feeling how you are feeling right now, will you answer any questions I have for you?" "I will Mr. Nate," Ingrid replied coolly. "Will they be truthful answers or are we going to play the lying games with each other. I want the truth." Ingrid pouted a bit, her lips pushing into a little kissing bow. "I will tell the truth. Including this one: I really do not want to tell the truth. This thing," she gestured to the silver band around her throat, "won't let me lie to you now that you have said that you want only the truth from me." "Okay, fair enough. I wanted the truth and I appear to be getting it. So, on to business. Not to put to fine a point on it Ingrid, what is your deal? Ever since I came into the house tonight you have had a chip on your shoulder, been frosty, and honestly downright bitchy to me." The struggle on Ingrid's face was clear. Competing waves of emotion rolled back and forth across her. First was whatever was going on inside her head and then the compulsion of the band on a willing subject. The band won. Ingrid finally relented and in relenting felt the words tumbling out of her, "I don't like men. I did not like Mr. Roberts and I am not particularly fond of you either though if I am being honest you are rather cuter than that old lecher was. When I say that I do not like men that does not mean that I like women...that way. I am no lesbian though I think a couple of the other girls do not mind that sort of thing. I mean that before I came here a couple months ago I'd been so betrayed and hurt by pretty much every man I'd ever met that I don't want to have anything to do with them. But I want to." "I am not going to pry the scabs off of whatever wounds you came in here with Ingrid. Do not worry about that. Your hurts are your hurts. Tell me more about that last bit though. You do not want anything to do with men but you do. That sounds, well, kind of conflicted to me." "Well like I said, I don't like or trust guys. Bunch of backstabbing bastards, most of them. I do like sex though. I liked what I saw you doing to Aarti and Gina this evening. You've got a nice dick and the other two definitely enjoyed themselves." "So is that what you want Ingrid?" Nate inquired. The ice shield slammed down again. Nate watched Ingrid's emotions battle with the band. Her hands fidgeted in her lap and she started to bob her foot as she struggled. When Nate saw Ingrid bite down on one lip in frustration he asked, "Would a little assistance help?" Ingrid nodded and he slid her controller up to Affectionate. The change gave Ingrid just a bit of a nudge. It made her want to please Nate just enough that she could overcome her man-hate. "Yes Mr. Nate. I do want that. Can we start here and see what happens?" Ingrid smiled broadly, the controller melting the outer bulwark of her defenses. Nate patted the bed next to himself and Ingrid stood up. Instead of storms in her eyes, they twinkled. She spun around in place, showing off her body to him. Her controller setting was enough for her flaunt herself a bit as she twirled, cupping her tits and holding them out to him and once turning away from him, crossing her legs and bending over to provide him an amazing look at her ass. The sheer peach fabric ran up into the crack of her ass and the small patch that was supposed to cover her pussy was drawn up into it, showing off the outer lips. When she bent over, she peaked around her legs and crooked a bit of a smile at him. After ogling Ingrid's ass for a bit, Nate patted the bed a second time. In response to the command, Ingrid stood and sauntered over to him. She sat down, draping her legs over his lap and her arms around her shoulders and breathed "What now Mr. Nate?" Nate encircled the thawing blonde-haired woman with his arms and brought her in for a kiss. Ingrid's mouth still tasted vaguely minty from when she brushed her teeth before bed and it added a crisp spark to the kiss. At first, their lips just brushed but then Nate pulled Ingrid closer. As their lips fused together, Nate's hand strayed up into the wispy hairs at the nape of Ingrid's neck. He buried them in the blond strands and tugged. The pulling elicited first a hiss and then a groan from Ingrid as her mouth opened and their tongues wrapped around each other. As they kissed, Ingrid's breathing became more insistent. It whistled through her nose as she kissed him and she pressed herself against him closely. Nate could feel the increase and decrease of pressure from Ingrid's tits as she breathed. He could even feel the bullet points of her nipples pressing through the gauzy fabric of her babydoll and his shirt. He brought his left hand down and cupped the firm flesh of her breast, squeezing gently and then more insistently. Ingrid murmured into his mouth, urging him on and he started to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As it hardened, it also elongated and he alternated between rolling and tugging on it. Ingrid unwrapped her arms from around him and started to fumble at the buttons on his shirt. As she undressed him, Nate groped for the controller. It was not easy, as he was simultaneously sucking on Ingrid's ready mouth, playing with her tit, being undressed, and was growing an erection of Olympic proportions. He knew about where the controller was on the comforter and as he patted around for it, he felt his fingers run across the smooth glass of the screen. He must have run the slider up the scale because the change in Ingrid was electrifying and immediate. She finished the last button of his shirt, pushed him back onto the bed and then pounced, straddling his hips and grinding into the hardness she found there. "Oh Mr. Nate. What did you do? Now I feel so...easy. All I want to do now is fuck and fuck and fuck. I want your hands on me. I want your cock in me. I just want it and I want it now!" Ingrid rolled off of him long enough to quickly unbuckle his pants and pull them off, flinging them into a corner. Then she stripped off her panties and climbed back on. She did not maneuver so that Nate entered her but instead she straddled his rod. He could feel the lips of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft, her juices running over him as she gave him a nude lap dance. She would slide up and down his cock four or five times and then change motions, beginning to swirl around his dick a few times before going back to the grinding slide. Nate reached up to Ingrid's bouncing tits, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh sheathed in peach gossamer. As Ingrid ground herself on his cock, Nate played with her breasts, kneading them, then playing at the nipples, then pushing them together. Her tits were perfect in every way imaginable. They were large enough to fill his hands without spilling over. The nipples were delightful and poked the palms of his hands seductively. Without undressing her completely, Nate moved the triangular patches of fabric away from Ingrid's tits and then pinched each nipple between the thumb and second knuckle of each forefinger. He then started to tug gently at them. The tugging gave urgency to Ingrid's grinding and she leaned forward, putting her hands on Nate's chest and leaning into them. That lean changed the angle of her pussy grind so that each time she rocked backwards her clit dragged itself along the length of his shaft. Nate felt the first tide of warm juices pour from Ingrid's slit as she came from her ride. "Oh. Oh. OhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she exclaimed as the orgasm shuddered through her body. As soon as Ingrid finished her climax, Nate bucked his hips and turned, throwing her to his left onto the coverlet. He followed her in the roll so that he was in the dominant position, his cock quivering in the space between belly and her drenched pussy. Nate looked down between their bodies and saw the exquisite beauty of Ingrid's form. Her breasts were half orbs perched on her chest, only barely sliding off to the sides, the nipples like miniature towers crowning each tit. Her stomach was flat and he could see the curls of her hair. Her stomach muscles were clenching and unclenching and she was lifting her hips up to him, desperate to regain contact with him. Nate decided to roll with the accidental escalation on the controller. He figured he had pushed the slider up somewhere around Wanton/Slutty. She had said she wanted the nudge so all the cards were on the table. "Now you've had yours Ingrid. Now it's my turn. I am going to fuck you with my cock so hard that you are not going to be able to walk afterwards. I am going to fill you up with my cream and leave you begging for more. That is what you want isn't it? To be my fuck toy?" "Mr. Nate, I do. I want you to fuck me over and over again. I want your cum in me and on me. Just don't make me wait any more for it. I need your dick!" Nate dropped onto Ingrid; sucking one nipple into his mouth while he fondled Ingrid's other supple breast. Her tits were incredible, soft and warm, just enough to fill his hand and so responsive to his attentions. Nate flicked the nipple in his mouth with his tongue, then began to roll his tongue over and around the elongated nub of flesh. His mouth opened and he brought more of the tasty tit in to be savored. While Aarti had been musky, Ingrid's natural scent and taste was much lighter, like enjoying flowers. Ingrid moaned again as he played with her body, "Mr. Nate pleeeeaaaase, I don't want to wait any more. Make me your toy. I want to fuck. Please hurry. Please". After another couple minutes of titplay, Nate reached down between them and guided his throbbing cock to Ingrid's willing cunt. She was still wet from her earlier orgasm and he could feel both the lubricating fluid and an almost tangible heat pouring from her sex. He stroked once, twice, and then thrust into her eliciting a shriek from the woman on the bed that was half wail and half cry of contentment. Nate propped himself on one arm so he could use the other to keep groping at Ingrid's tits. They were truly amazing. The more he played with them, the more he was convinced that they were directly wired to Ingrid's brain and pussy. He could hold perfectly still inside her, squeeze one pliant mound and immediately feel the muscles of Ingrid's cunt contract around his shaft. Pinching the nipple would make her arch her back and her box ripple in pleasure around him. Her pussy itself was like dropping into a volcanic mud bath. He could feel the waves of heat coming from her pussy as she clenched on him. Ingrid wrapped her legs around his waist and quickly fell into a groove as he fucked her. And it was a proper fucking too. Nate thrust deeply into the wanton girl under him, each push opening the entire depth of her pussy to his cock. She was filled completely and each time their hips bumped together Ingrid emitted a small "Oooh" or "Aaah." Even if it had been the mistaken bump on the control app, Ingrid had wanted to be a fucktoy and so she was. His free hand gripped the flesh of her breast so that the skin paled under the pressure and grew red around it. Nate felt Ingrid's slit flood as her second orgasm overtook her. She tightened the hold of her legs around his waist and raked his back with her nails, "OhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD." Nate felt like a cowboy strapped to a bucking horse as Ingrid writhed beneath him. Once she subsided Nate picked up the pace, hammering into her now drenched cunt. Each thrust brought another "Oooh" from her and a growing series of grunts from him. He dropped off his supporting arm, pressing his chest against her breasts and put one hand under her ass, feeling the subtle strength that lay beneath her silky skin. Nate breathed into the pocket where Ingrid's neck and shoulder joined, "So hot. Want to...fuck...you...all night...all day. Want you deeper..." In response, Ingrid unhooked her ankles from behind Nate's back and spread them into a wide "V" shape. Nate hooked her shapely legs into the crooks of his elbows and now with nothing resisting him, plowed into her with true abandon. The shifting angle brought Nate's cock into direct contact with Ingrid's G-spot and another orgasm quickly rocked through Ingrid's body. The "oohs" turned to "uughs" and then a high repeating cry from Ingrid. "Fuck me Mr. Nate. Fuck me Mr. Nate! FUCKMEMRNATE! FUCKMEMASTER!" Suiting deed to word, Nate redoubled his efforts and pace. He slammed his rigid cock into Ingrid's now sopping pussy over and over. Their bodies made a slapping noise each time he thrust and Ingrid's tits rocked back and forth in time to each thrust. Ingrid slipped one arm under her breasts, gathering them together into a soft pillow of flesh. Her tits moved in unison up and down, mesmerizing the man over her. She threw her other arm out to the side, grabbing at the coverlet in an effort to hold onto some semblance of self. The controller had turned her into Nate's willing toy and while she enjoyed every minute of the near-savage fucking she was receiving some small corner of her mind remained aloof of the action. She wanted this, mostly, but not completely. Her pussy burned with passion, the furnace at her core feeding on the cock in her and sending reinforcing signals through the collar to her brain. The more she got, the more she wanted. Still the corner resisted, a last bastion of contempt for all things male. Nate's fitness and the powers of the house began to pay dividends as he poured his energy into Ingrid's cunt. Even though he had already cum three times that night, the Blue House gave him energy and stamina for more. His thrusts brought Ingrid to an almost continual orgasm that rolled over her like breakers on a beach. Nate varied the depth of his stroke and the rhythm so that he could keep drilling Ingrid's amazing hot pussy. Finally, after what must have seemed like hours to Ingrid Nate chose to let the tide break. In three pussy-splitting thrusts his balls tightened and convulsed, shooting jets of cum into Ingrid. As soon as she felt Nate's cock spasm within her, Ingrid wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him tight to her heaving chest and sighed a long, low, "Yessssssssssssssssssss." The last bastion crumbled under the battering ram of Nate's cock and the cum-rockets spurting into her. Nate melted into the beautiful supine woman beneath him. After he caught his breath, he rolled off and stepped into the bathroom to clean up, leaving Ingrid in a sex-inspired daze on the bed. By the time he had finished Ingrid had risen and turned back the covers for him. She stood next to the bed, radiant in her afterglow, the flush of sex still stippling the upper swells of her breasts. Nate noticed that she hadn't cleaned up at all. The insides of her thighs were still wet with her juices. She had clearly enjoyed herself and wore the results as a badge of honor. The Blue House Pt. 02: New Home Owner "Your bed is ready Mr. Nate. Shall I stay or will that be all for the evening?" Ingrid's eyes smoldered but no longer from antipathy. Nate wondered if he had broken through the walls. Only time would tell. "I think I shall sleep alone tonight. It has been a busy evening. Thank you Ingrid," Nate replied. "No. Thank you Mr. Nate." Ingrid tucked him into bed and sauntered from the room. The last thing Nate saw before falling asleep was Ingrid's magnificent ass. Sunlight slanted through the gap between heavy curtains and across the four-poster bed. Nate rolled over and into the sunbeam. He awakened slowly, sensation coming first from the beam of light in his face. Gradually the rest of his body reported in. He heard the sounds of the house wakening around him and of the staff making the Blue House ready for the day. Feeling joined hearing in reporting in and Nate realized that he was in a ridiculously soft bed on finely woven cotton sheets and that he was naked. He cracked one eye open and saw the heavy oak four poster bed, an elaborately carved armoire and an easy chair. His clothes hung on the door of the armoire and looked freshly cleaned and pressed. A blue brocade dressing gown lay over the arm of the chair. A door to his left led off to a bathroom and double doors opposite marked where the suite let out into the rest of the house. Rolling over to his right Nate saw an alarm clock and a small valet with his watch, wallet, and phone (now with the Controller App) on a nightstand. There was also a tented card and, inexplicably, a bell pull. The card read "Breakfast served upon request; pull the cord if you need anything at all - Ingrid". He idly thought that throughout the extraordinary happenings of last night that he had never seen the staff. Ingrid had opened the door for him, food had been at table before he got there and when he was shown upstairs to his room he didn't see so much as a maid. Nate wondered if the girls he had met last night took care of all the chores or if there was a staff that managed the house, perhaps under the eye of a resident or the owner himself. He stretched luxuriously and pulled the bell cord. Elsewhere in the house, a deep bell tolled. Nate snickered, thinking "For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me." The door to his suite opened and Ingrid stepped in. She wore a nicely tailored charcoal pencil skirt and a cream blouse open at the neck. Nate could see the silver collar around her neck and a silver chain crossing her collarbones and hiding away in her décolletage. Her lips were set in a pout and faint lines ran across her brow. Nate wasn't quite sure what that meant. Was it residual walls she was dealing with, or something else? "Would you like to have some breakfast Mr. Nate?" Ingrid purred. Nate wondered again how much of her man-hate she had overcome last night. "Two eggs, sunny side up, hash browns, bacon, rye toast, and black coffee if you please Ingrid," Nate ordered, "When you come back, be prepared to stay awhile. I think I'd like a second helping of what we had last night." "Whatever you desire Mr. Nate" Ingrid replied, meaning every word. She stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind herself and left Nate to his morning reverie. Nate got up from the bed, wrapped the dressing gown around himself, and went into the bathroom to take a piss. That done he started to examine the room more closely. The windows hiding behind the thick drapes overlooked a formal garden and beyond that, a less tended ground ruled over by an oak tree large enough that Nate doubted he would be able to get his arms around the bole. The armoire revealed a widescreen TV, Blu-ray player and sound system behind the doors as well as an assortment of lubes and sex toys in a couple of the drawers. Nate selected a couple of toys and returned to the bed, hiding them underneath the pillow then sat with his back against the headboard. He turned on CNN for the news and promptly tuned it out as he thought about the events of the prior evening. After the amazing double fuck of Aarti and Gina, Nate had lingered over wine and talked with Edward Roberts about the Blue House and the women who resided within it. Roberts told him about how he had managed to get the business card slipped into Nate's wallet at his gym a few days prior to him discovering it. Secret agent stuff aside, that spoke to some decent resources to place the invitation. They talked about the girls, how Aarti was afraid to be sexual, how Ingrid hated men but did not want to, how Amy had been in a loveless marriage for decades and just wanted someone to take her and show affection to her. Each woman was unique. Not all were supermodel stunners but that was part of the fascinating functionality of the Blue House. It was an open place where people could gradually get what they needed in ways they could not any place else. Nate had asked specifically about Rachel. He learned that she had been there for nearly a year and was about ready to leave the house. She had worked through her issues and was staying on mostly because she liked the sex. Nate wanted her badly but resolved to try the other women before he had Rachel. To do otherwise would be to have dessert first, to devour that which he most wanted without regard to anything else. He also did not want to neglect the other girls. Didn't mean that he could have a little slap and tickle along the way though. There was a light knock at the door and then Ingrid entered carrying his breakfast on a bed tray. She placed it over his outstretched legs, took a step back, and waited. After a quick survey of his breakfast (everything appeared to be in perfect order), Nate grabbed the phone and pulled up Ingrid's profile. As he had suspected, in the fumbling last night, Nate had moved the slider all the way to the right. He was actually surprised that Ingrid was still clothed and that his breakfast wasn't tossed about the room. Still, it might bear checking out. "Ingrid did you enjoy last night? Did you like being a fuck-toy for me?" Nate inquired. "Oh Mr. Nate, I very much enjoyed last night. I really enjoyed your cock in me and the orgasms were exceptional? Would you like me to suck you off while you eat your breakfast? I'm much better at it than Aarti is. I think your cock in my mouth would be about the best thing ever!" Ingrid gushed. Nate thought that rather uncharacteristic of her. She might be an enthusiastic lay when properly motivated but a breakfast blowjob was probably the controller talking. "Not just now Ingrid," Nate said, and slid the controller down to Amorous, "Besides, I have something else in mind in a little bit. Tell me, last night I was admiring how fit you are. Your legs are amazing. How do you stay in such great shape?" "Yoga sir. Before I came to the house, I was an instructor and I work on it every day." "Is that so? I'm a cyclist myself. I'd like to see you practice while I eat if you don't mind." Ingrid's eyes lit with true joy at the prospect of getting to show Nate some of her routine. Yoga did provide real satisfaction and happiness for her. "Of course sir, I can't show you anything in this," she gestured at the blouse and confining pencil skirt, "Or was that what you had in mind?" Nate just smiled and took a bite of egg and bacon. Ingrid moved to the center of the empty space and toed off her shoes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. The silver chain that she wore had a small cameo pendent that was nestled between her breasts. She then reached behind her and unzipped the pencil skirt, stepping out of it and laying it on the chair by the blouse. Underneath she wore black hose and a pair of panties that matched the bra. "How much more would you like to see Mr. Nate?" Ingrid asked gamely as he took a sip of coffee. "Well I wouldn't want you to slip in those stockings. I think everything but your necklace would be best." Nate said around a bite of hash browns. When Ingrid had finished stripping, Nate reached under the pillow and pulled out a light chain about a foot long. At each end was a small padded clamp. Nate dangled them from his finger and grinned. Ingrid came back to the bedside and Nate sucked first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. As she became aroused, Ingrid's nipples lengthened happily. Once they were fully aroused, Nate put a clamp on each one. He tugged on the connecting chain and Ingrid's back arced in pleasure. "That's just something to keep your temp up dear. Now show me some of your poses while I eat." "This is the Chair Pose Mr. Nate." Ingrid raised her arms over her head and pressed her palms together. She dropped into a shallow squat, as if she were just beginning to sit into the eponymous chair. "Do you see how long and graceful by back is? And how I keep my chest upright, not hunching over?" Ingrid jiggled her tits, just enough to make the chain jingle merrily. She held the pose for a few moments and then stood up, separating her palms and drawing one foot up, the heel brushing her pussy lips. She stood still, balanced on one foot and breathed deeply. "You have impressive balance." Nate mused as his eyes crawled over her. "That one is called the Tree Pose, and this is Warrior II," Ingrid explained. Ingrid dropped her foot, stretching her left leg behind her in a J motion until her body lowered into Warrior II and was parallel to the edge of the bed. Her right leg was bent at a 90-degree angle and her torso was turned towards Nate, arms stretched out flat, back straight and tall and chin up. The pose put a lot of tension on her calves and Nate saw the curve of muscle ripple until it settled and supported Ingrid. "There are some others that you might find interesting as well Mr. Nate." Ingrid brought her trailing foot forward, turned around, and spread her legs so that her feet were double shoulder-width apart. Then she bent at the waist and placed the crown of her head on the carpet and her hands beside her head. This pose caused her tits to drop forward, the chain dangling at nose level. It also gave Nate an amazing view of her muscular bottom and pussy lips. Those lips were already starting to redden to a dusky hue. Yoga did more than exercise the body and mind. "This is Wide-Legged Forward Bend Sir. I am sure you can think of all sorts of interesting things to do with this pose can't you?" Nate could indeed, and planned to return Ingrid to this pose shortly. "Do you have anything else that you would like to show me?" Nate asked. He could definitely feel stirrings in his cock but he was curious what else Ingrid might have to show him. Ingrid walked her feet up and with a kick was doing a headstand on her forearms. Then she flowed over the top, arching her back and placing the soles of her feet on the floor. "This is the Upward Facing Two Foot Staff Mr. Nate, and this is the Upward Bow." Nate had to admit he was surprised at Ingrid's athleticism and flexibility. She pushed up off her forearms so that her hands were flat on the floor as well as her feet. Her body described a beautiful semi-circle, her breasts still inverted, and her sex high and on display. Nate wanted her very badly. "Ingrid, I want you to come to the bed and go back to that Wide-Legged stance again, this time on the bed. Can you do that?" "Yes sir, though it is softer than the floor so you might need to support me." Ingrid kicked back over the top until she was standing and then climbed onto the bed. Nate moved the tray to the top of the armoire and stood by the bedside. When Ingrid bent over her slit was right at head height for Nate and her mouth was at the perfect level for his cock. He stepped in close so that he could smell her scent and ran an experimental tongue tip across her outer lips. Ingrid needed no further instructions. She grasped his dick with one hand and pulled it to her mouth. She opened and brought him inside, beginning to suck and lick at the head and shaft. While Ingrid sucked him, Nate started to run his tongue into her cunt. Her juices were sweet on his lips and tongue. He started long, slow strokes at her clit and then up her pussy, lapping up her ecstasy. Below him, Ingrid bobbed her head on his cock. She was using both hands to balance on the bed so it was all mouth action. She kept up a steady suction for half a dozen oral strokes then would change things up by opening her mouth a bit and swirling her tongue around the head and shaft. Nate began slowly pumping his dick into her mouth when she would lick him. He could feel the mushroom tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Each time that happened, he stayed a little longer and increased the pressure just a bit. "I want to fuck your mouth, to have you take me all the way down," he murmured into Ingrid's pussy as he ate her out. Nate stopped licking up the length of her sex and moved to focus on her clit. His mouth covered the small nub of flesh and he alternately sucked and nibbled at it. Ingrid seemed to like the nibbles quite a bit. The first time he nipped at her bud she squeaked around the mouthful of cock and then deep-throated him. It was actually difficult to keep up his concentration as Ingrid had gradually relaxed her mouth and throat and was indeed fucking him with her throat. Each time he thrust into her mouth, he could feel the head of his cock entering the top of her esophagus as she gobbled him. Nate decided that he could not keep up his oral attentions and pulled off Ingrid's pussy. Instead, he pushed first one and then two fingers into the saliva slicked snatch and worked them in and out while he focused on the blowjob happening down below. He was impressed with Ingrid's powers of concentration. Maintaining an upside down blowjob while having your clit twiddled was a serious accomplishment. Nate was a bit worried about all the blood rushing to Ingrid's head so he backed away and instructed her to lay out on the bed face down, with her legs over the edge. Once Ingrid had complied, Nate stepped between her legs and started to rub his cock between the cheeks of her ass. Then he scooped up her legs, an arm around each thigh and lifted her like a wheelbarrow. This change brought the head of his cock back in contact with Ingrid's cunt. It was the work of mere seconds to slid into her and begin to plow Ingrid's pussy. "Oooooooooooohhhhoooooaaaaaaaaaah!" Ingrid moaned as Nate filled up her sex repeatedly with his rod. Each time he entered her, Ingrid's mind exploded in fireworks of sex driven pleasure. Nate fucked Ingrid with a hard steady stroke. He wanted her wobbling when she left later. Her pussy was very tight which surprised him considering the workout it had been getting. Each thrust grated over her clit before sliding up her tunnel. That meant that every time he thrust Ingrid got a little surge of pleasure and the controller band amplified that pleasure. It also meant that she started cumming almost immediately. Ingrid arched her back, planting her hands on the bed and ground down onto Nate's pistoning cock. He was hammering at her so hard that it felt like he was actually bottoming out her pussy, bumping against her cervix. Ingrid closed her eyes and just concentrated on the feeling of getting her cunt reamed with Nate's amazing dick. His cock filled her up completely and she let out a little "ugh" each time it slammed into her. Mind-blowing orgasm washed over Ingrid like a tsunami. "Oh God, my pussy! Keep going Mr. Nate! I want more!" she exclaimed. Nate continued to fuck the flexible blonde, enjoying the sense of filling her completely and thinking that she squirmed around like a worm on a hook. Every so often, she would shake her chest and he would see the outside swells of her breasts sway back and forth. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in a golden fall and she cried out again as another orgasm took her. Nate looked down and saw a growing spot on the bed where Ingrid's pussy juices had soaked the sheets. In addition to the two earthquake worthy orgasms, Nate figured Ingrid must have cum at least four other times based on the floods that he'd felt envelop his cock every so often. As much as he wanted to stay in bed with this amazing woman all day and spend himself in her over and over again Nate knew that it wasn't possible. He did have other places to be and so he let himself build to his own climax, but not too fast. Ingrid's pussy gripped him like a glove, opening to his powerful thrusts and then closing back over him as he withdrew. Once he started to cum, Ingrid snapped her calves up and dug her heels into his back, driving him deeper into her sopping cunt. Nate felt his dick pulse as he pumped thick gouts of semen into Ingrid. Gradually his climax receded and he slid out, laying on the bed next to Ingrid. They both lay there, panting happily until somewhere in the house a clock chimed. Ingrid stirred and rose. Her hair was more radiant than ever and her breasts glowed with happiness that welled up from within her, all the way from her core to her eyes. "Mr. Nate, all I can say is thank you. I didn't know it could be like this. I feel so much better. More relieved if that makes sense. Between last night and this morning I feel like the blocks are just...gone." Ingrid bubbled with enthusiasm at the thought of having broken whatever mental restraints were holding her sex life back. "That's quite all right Ingrid. I do hope that you won't leave the house yet though. I wouldn't want what we've had to end so suddenly." Nate returned, happy that he'd helped the beautiful woman. "No, I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while at least. If for no other reason than I want another dose or two of your cock therapy Mr. Nate." Ingrid grinned and walked over to her clothes. As Ingrid dressed herself, Nate sat back on the bed for the second time that day and considered his lot. In less than twenty-four hours, he had fucked three incredible women a five times. He'd gotten two amazing blowjobs, tit-fucked a gorgeous Indian girl, been ridden like a bronco by the same, had his way with a bound co-ed's pussy and ass, and had sex twice with a woman who said she hated men but once the action started attacked his cock with a starved passion that he had never experienced before. "Ingrid, I'd like to make arrangements for a special lunch," Nate began. Ingrid purred, her attitude greatly mellowed from the time with him, "Whatever you would like Mr. Nate, I will take care of the arrangements." "I'm in the mood for sushi for lunch. Yellowtail, eel, and shrimp I think. However, I want to try something that I've heard about but never seen. Instead of setting the table in the dining hall, I want the sunroom set up with cushions and a low table, Japanese style as befitting the meal choice. On the table I want Yuka with my food arranged on her. I'm planning on eating a girl as it were. She will need hair and makeup done appropriately but clothing is unnecessary. In addition I'll need three attendants, to pour drinks and such," Nate mused for a second, trying to decide who he'd like in attendance, "Bridgette, Jessica, and Gina I should think. Again, nude. Exquisite cuisine and exquisite decoration. I'll adjust their settings appropriately. Just see that lunch will be ready at 12:45. I'll be gone from the house until around noon and I'll be coming back hot and hungry." "As you wish Mr. Nate." Ingrid replied and she slipped from the room.