26 comments/ 55347 views/ 16 favorites Penthouse By: Mirage Welcome back everyone for another audio fantasy. I deeply appreciate all the positive comments and encouragement I've received from those of you listening and enjoying my stories. So lay back, unwind, and let your inner sex goddess out as you take another journey into my fantasy land. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (18 min/mp3) * * * * * Penthouse and the Space Vixens This story is a shameless piece of plagiarism. Anyone who wants to read the one that inspired it, find a copy of a story by Isaac Asimov called Playboy and the Slime God. It’s not as racey as this one, but it’s far superior in all other ways. ***** Late at night, on a cold and wet street in the middle of Edinburgh, a young man hunched his shoulders against the wind and rain and stared miserably into the distance, hoping to see the bus loom out of the drizzle. He was tired and irritable and just wanted to go home. And he was becoming more and more suspicious that the last bus had already been and gone and he was faced with the prospect of a long and dismal walk. He was dimly aware that he wasn’t alone at the stop, but this did little to cheer him. The most comfort he could derive from the presence of another hopeful was that perhaps there was still some chance that the bus might yet arrive. He didn’t like to consider the possibility that he was not the only one who might be wrong. He glared one more time at the timetable, glared one more time at his watch and pondered the possibility that it might have stopped. That thought nagged at him. He tried to dismiss it, but couldn’t. He glared at it again, then shook it and put it to his ear. He really should have bought one with a second hand, he felt. Or at least a reasonably loud tick. Anything to indicate that it still functioned. Finally, he turned to the other person standing at the stop. “Excuse me…” he started, then tailed off. She looked at him, warily. It wasn’t always a good idea to get into conversation at this time of night on an empty Edinburgh street. Even the most harmless of drunks, could still be completely moronic, extremely obnoxious and incredibly persistent. “Yes?” she answered, but quickly became aware that he was no longer looking at her. He was now looking over her shoulder. She turned to see what had caught his attention. Two people were walking towards them. Without any kind of conscious volition, she stepped closer to him. “Are they naked?” she whispered. “What sex are they?” he responded. Now, as questions go, these two would never ordinarily have gone together. In this case, however, they both held their individual merits. The two newcomers were indeed naked, but neither of them held so much as a single male or female sexual characteristic. They were totally genderless, hairless and were walking directly towards the man and woman. It is likely that they would have elicited further comments from the two, had they not been lying unconscious in the gutter, by this point. The two creatures looked down at them and held a brief conference, during which it was decided that they had found the perfect specimens for their experiment. Then all four blurred, faded and disappeared. Shortly after that, playing host to the full spirit of Sod’s law, the bus arrived, dropped off a lone passenger and then continued on its way. A short while later, the young man regained consciousness and found himself lying on top of a slab and staring at the ceiling of a cold and sterile room. He turned his head to the right and stared straight into the eyes of the woman he had been talking to at the bus stop, who was lying on a similar slab next to him. Even as he saw the straps crossing over her body and felt the presence of similar ones crossing his own, he tried to sit up. Predictably, he failed. Suddenly angered, he started struggling against his restraints and shouting for someone to release him, and was rewarded by the sound of a door humming open. As a lifelong reader and watcher of trashy science fiction, this was a sound he recognised instantly and took comfort in. It implied (he felt) the cosy, comfortable kind of alien abduction scenario found in prime time television of a couple of years back, rather than the more sinister sort that was beginning to feature in more and more of the currently popular TV programmes. He twisted his head to the left and saw the two genderless “people” he assumed were responsible for his abduction – at least, they could have been the same two. How the hell could he possibly tell them apart? “Is interpretational protocol type thing in condition of make speech clear to subject thingys?” one of them asked. “What? What do you mean?” he answered. “Understanding is am. Good. Comprehension is clear of subject syntax.” The alien said. “Explanation thingys now desiring, yes? Is Jenny am I. Is Jacky is colleague. Is make obeservy-study of people have been I. Many long times have been watchy-watch. Is now desiring interaction type thing. Is choose you at random. Representative type things of dominant species are both. Either gender are both. Is necessary. What name designation own you both?” The two captives twisted their heads and looked at each other in confusion. Strangely, the garbled words of the alien (Jenny? Come on! What kind of name was that for an alien?) had had an interesting side effect in that it diffused a lot of the tension they had both been experiencing – just how could it be possible to be frightened of something that spoke like that? “You want our names?” the woman said, eventually. “Name thing designations, please, yes” Jenny clarified, helpfully. “Anne Doyle” said the woman. “James MacBeth,” the man answered. He paused a moment, then added with a hint of embarrassment; “Pleased to meet you.” “Is releasing gases in room before wakey wakey time. Is make transition thing easier for both. Buggy monster type things are. Make go screamy frantic. Gas inhibit xeno-scare factor. Make both happy-things, yes?” “Happy? Well, I wouldn’t quite go that far.” said Anne. “You have kidnapped us, after all. But since you mention it, I s’pose I don’t feel as scared as I should do.” “Is kidnap thing necessary. Invitations make scarey-screamy things. Not time for gas to make calmness.” “OK. We’ll accept that for the moment.” Anne said slowly; picking her words very carefully. “If you untie us, now, please?” Jenny looked at Jacky for a moment, who stepped forward and spoke for the first time. “Make violence thing?” Anne and James shook their heads innocently. “Not attack?” More shaking. “Having defence to punchy-punch runaway thing.” Raised eyebrows. Questioning looks. More radiated innocence. Jacky raised something that looked like a large TV remote control and waved it at them. “Hurty thing. Making pain if punchy-punch Demonstration thing required?” “We won’t fight.” James answered. “We just want to get up” Jacky nodded at Jenny, who walked over to a panel next to the door and pressed part of it. Smoothly, the restraints that had been holding Anne and James down slid back and retracted into the sides of the slabs. They sat up slowly; taking care not to make any aggressive movements, then swung their legs down and stood up. The slabs slid down into the floor and disappeared. They looked round the room and saw the things that had, until then, been hidden from their points of view. What appeared to be a table was positioned at the foot of where the slabs had been. It looked like there were books and magazines piled on top of it. James wandered over to look at them, with an exaggeratedly casual demeanour. “What do you want from us?” Anne asked. There was no fear in her voice – only simple curiosity. An effect of the gas? “Observation thing. Watchy watch. See interaction thing.” “But you said that you’d been watching us for a while now.” Anne said. “Didn’t you get all the information you needed from that?” “Is personal private type things observing required. Interaction understood to have deeper levels unseen. Observings difficult.” Anne looked at James’s back, as she started to make certain connections. She wondered what was in the magazines he was looking at. She looked back at Jenny and waited for more information. “Both same species, yes?” Jenny asked. “Yes. We’re both human.” “But both different? Not same humans?” “No, there are differences.” “Is seeing different humans everywhere. Faces different. Colours different. But all humans have two sames, is correct? Is so in mature humans, is believing. Immatures being more similars, before changings become clear. Is correct?” “There are men and women – is that what you mean?” “Is woman with bumpy bits on chest?” Anne had felt the blush start a few moments ago, but now it was spreading across her face. She nodded and strained surreptitiously to see over James’s shoulder. “I’m a woman, yes. And I have breasts.” “And man have dangle bit? Bumpy bits make dangle bit not dangle? Is correct?” James turned round at last, still holding one of the magazines he had been flicking through. It came as no surprise to Anne at all that it was what is generally known as a “men’s” magazine. He held it up for her to see, then laid it back down on the table and walked over to join her. “Is James dangle bit dangle or stand?” Jenny asked. “It’s um… It’s dangling. Just now.” He answered. Anne raised a malicious eyebrow. “After the attention you were giving those porno-mag’s?” she said. “It takes more than a couple of pictures to give me a stiffy.” He answered. “Perhaps more explainings being in desire thing?” Jacky said. Jenny nodded and looked at Anne and James. “Is so?” “It couldn’t hurt.” Anne answered. “Is being brief, then. Is alien to you, yes? Is one type alien – no others. Is one colour. Is having no differences from others. No bumpy bit in some, dangly bit in others. Is believing difference in humans being in reproduction thing. Is having no act. Is only spawning self to propagate. Is mean spawn being same as self. Same DNA thing. Very few difference between alien and alien. All similar “Human DNA different. Man thing and woman thing share DNA in propagation act thing. New combinations creating, yes? Is so? Is incomprehensible to aliens. Is scarcely believing in self. Is not believing at all in Jacky. If so, humans having huge difference type thing. Can scarcely be same species, “Consequence things being incredible. Always change, yes? Land mass things have different speechings. Have different culturings? Have different deity-gods even? Is beyond comprehensionings. Aliens being stable. Aliens having little changings. Aliens being peaceful. “Is studying book/magazine things and doing much reads. Is come across much information in many books, but is seeing many conflictions in accounts and attitudes. Is seeing many pictures. But pictures not seeming accurate also. Is not seeing many tales about changings in DNA. Is wishing to find ways to inhibit changings before human things achieve space travel. Human things dangerous. “Is wishing to separate facting from fictioning. Is why both brought here.” Jenny lapsed into silence again and the two humans looked at each other. Neither were totally sure, but both had perceived a certain amount of threat in what Jenny had said. It seemed clear that the alien had misinterpreted a lot of information, but the line between sex and the recombination of DNA in the human body had seemed to become blurred in its imagination. Neither of them knew quite how to correct this misinterpretation and both were unsure of the wisdom as to actually even attempting to do so. Finally, they turned back to the aliens and Anne spoke again. “So where do we come in?” “Is wish look at bodies. Is wish humans remove body sheaths and show selves. Is wish studies make of unsheathed bodies and observe sexual happenings.” “Like hell!” Neither Anne nor James could honestly claim to have not seen this coming, but now that it was finally out in the open, they could give their reactions at last. Predictably enough, it was Anne who was the more vehement and vocal of the two. “If you think I’m going to get stripped in front of a total stranger, then you’re bloody well wrong. I’m not that kind of girl!” “Is social conditioning thing making clear.” Jenny said. “Is nudity big bad taboo thing in human culture. Gases removing inhibition things. Subliminal message whispery things weaken social condition things during sleep. Is habit now. Is responses to learnings, but responses not true.” Anne edged closer to James and said quietly; “Is it saying what I think it’s saying?” “That we should be less inhibited and more open to suggestion? I think so.” She pulled herself upright, set her shoulders and faced Jenny once more. “I don’t care what you’ve done, mate. I’m still not taking my clothes off for anyone.” Jenny started trembling very slightly. “Is not understanding thing. Is make taboo into not-taboo. Nudey thing not bad now. Whispery thing make changing.” “Is bad?” Jacky asked her. “Is bad. Is not take body sheaths off.” “Is perhaps easier making take body sheaths off slowly. In staging things.” Jacky suggested. Jenny swung back to Anne with a more hopeful air. “Is perhaps taking off upper/outer body sheath?” “Like hell!” “Is mean ‘no’?” Anne paused for a moment, considered the responses to that question and evaluated the chances of miscommunications due to the aliens’ garbled syntax. “Too bloody right!” she said, eventually. Jenny pressed a button on the control panel and there was an audible click in the air, then she turned to Jacky. They huddled together for a few moments and began an animated discussion in which Anne and James could make out nothing. Jenny suddenly scurried over to the table, snagged a book from it and rejoined Jacky. She opened the book, pointed at a page and babbled incoherently. Jacky stared at it and babbled back. Jenny waved the book helplessly and babbled some more. Finally, they seemed to reach an agreement and Jenny pressed the button again and turned to James. “Is desiring of male thing to tear upper/outer body sheath from female thing and ‘revealing the soft, round swelling of her tender young breasts’. Is seeing many references to such in fiction story things. Is making connections between aggressive upper/outer body sheath tearing and rising passion things.” She consulted the book again, then added. “Is believing that this causing dangle thing…’rise, strong and true like a silken, purple tipped rocket’” Anne and James stared at each other in disbelief. James’ face, if anything, was brighter than Anne’s by now – a fact which she took no small degree of comfort in. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and turning to her, he raised both hands, then froze with them poised just inches from the neckline of her blouse. She faced up to him and placed her hands on her hips. “You try it, pal and you’ll have the toe of my foot connecting sharply with your dangle thing.” He winced and crossed his legs. “Is necessary!” Jenny squeaked frantically. Then, it paused and appeared to re-evaluate its tactics. “Is using pain thing, perhaps.” “You said that was defensive, not aggressive.” James protested. “Is both.” Jenny stated flatly. James looked at Jenny and pondered the situation. He had no idea how much pain the pain thing would be likely to cause, but he was well aware of the degree of damage a well-placed foot would cause. He was reasonably sure that he could handle himself if Anne decided to fight back, but on the other hand, whispery things aside, he was still fighting against nearly thirty years of social conditioning – all of which had geared him up to considering it a bad thing to rip open the blouse of a woman who had not already given him permission to do so. He lowered his hands again. “No.” he said, matching Jenny in the flatness stakes and braced himself. “Wait!” Anne shouted, as Jenny raised the pain thing. She sighed, then looked at James. “OK. You can do it.” Relieved, he raised his hands again, then froze when she said sharply; "But only if you close your eyes first.” He clamped his eyes shut, then reached out and took held of the neckline of Anne’s blouse. He paused, momentarily, to psyche himself up, then ripped it open. A button hit him in the forehead and Anne squawked in outrage. “Carefully! Do you know how much that cost?” Still keeping his eyes closed, he stammered his apologies. Then he heard Jenny’s voice speaking again – it seemed it was once more consulting its book. “Is male person’s dangle thing ‘stiffening like a rod of purest granite’?” “No.” he said and crossed his hands over his crotch. It was true. Nerves were conspiring to keep him flaccid. Thankfully. “Great” said Anne bitterly. “Kidnapped by aliens and I can’t even get a man stiff, with my boobs hanging out. Thanks a lot for helping out my ego, mate.” Not for the first time in his life, James wondered whether he would ever make sense of the intricacies and contradictions of a woman’s mind. “You told me to keep my eyes shut.” He protested “Well, you might as well open them, then and take a look.” Anne snarled. Gratefully he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was clutching her blouse closed and glaring at him. He pondered the wisdom of pointing out to her that he could hardly get turned on if she wouldn’t let him see anything, but wisely refrained from this criticism. “Umm… very nice.” He ventured, eventually. She snorted and turned away. “Is erecting yet?” Jenny asked, hopefully. “M-maybe a little.” Anne rounded on him angrily. “Listen mate, I may not be big enough to compete with some of the bimbos in those bloody magazines, but if you don’t take a reaction soon, then these things are going to think I’m some sort of slapper. So do me a favour and try harder, will you?” “Oh!” he gasped, suddenly. “Oh, yes, I… I think I’m getting there now. Umm. Yes, definitely. Oh, very hard now. Yes, that’s it.” Anne gave him a long, hard look and he could tell that she didn’t believe him. He shrugged at her and hoped that the aliens were unfamiliar enough with human body language to miss the gesture and what it implied. Perhaps they were, but it seemed that Jenny still wasn’t prepared to take his word for his state of arousal. “Removing lower/outer body sheaths, please.” She said. He swung round to look at her, wide eyed. “What?” It gestured at his trousers. “Removing lower…” “I can’t do that.” He protested. “There’s a lady present.” “So it’s all right for me to go around flashing my boobs, but you’re getting all coy at returning the favour, then?” Anne said. He turned to look at her imploringly. “It’s no good you looking like that. Get them off. In fact, get everything off.” She said. “Everything?” he queried, weakly. She nodded. “I always thought a man looked totally stupid with just his willy hanging out. If you want to keep any degree of self-respect, then it’s all or nothing. Now get going.” She was starting to enjoy this, he realised. Well, what the hell? He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Is good.” Jenny said. “Is seeing many unsheathed female things, but only partially unsheathed male things. Is never seeing dangle objects before. Is curious.” James kicked off his shoes and started unbuckling his belt, but Jenny stopped him. “Is consider other thing. Female thing to please remove lower/outer body sheath. Female thing to…” it consulted the book again “Female thing to ‘slowly and seductively draw down his briefs with her teeth, watching as his towering manhood is revealed before her wide, lust-filled eyes.’ Female thing to do this.” “With my teeth?” Anne asked. “I’m not using my teeth.” “Is teeth hand appendage things? Is necessary use those. Human things using opposable thumb things. Is needing them. Is evolved for purposes.” “Oh, my teeth. Oh. OK, I can use those.” Anne waved her hands in the air and waggled her fingers. Well, she could cope with that. She turned to James and slipped off the remnants of her blouse, then reached down to finish unbuckling his belt. Like a rabbit trying to out-stare an articulated lorry, he fixed his gaze on a position just above her head and waited, while she unzipped him, then got down on her knees and pulled his jeans down. He stepped out of them as she stood up. Penthouse and the Space Vixens “No signs of any trouser activity to me.” She whispered. “Now, let’s keep those briefs where they are until you get that thing to a state where I won’t feel totally ashamed when they get their first glimpse of it.” “Sorry.” He whispered back. “Is dangle thing hard?” Jenny asked, staring at his crotch. “Yes.” “Is not look hard.” There was a note of doubt in the alien’s voice. “Is looking like still dangling.” “Is human say ‘hard’.” Jacky reminded her. “Is human not say truth?” “Is capable of tell not-truth. Is long time come terms with concept.” Jenny explained. Jacky looked horrified at this. “Is thing possible?” “Is very possible. Is happen all time. Is probable effect of DNA recombining?” There was a long silence, while Jacky seemed to experience difficulties in coming to terms with this. Finally, she said; “Is wish continue experiment. Is consider implications later.” “Is female thing remove dangle thing sheath.” Jenny said. Anne moved toward James, but he held up his hands, suddenly. “Why do you call it a ‘dangle thing’ if it doesn’t always dangle?” he asked, frantically stalling for time. “Sometimes it stands.” “Is speak true.” Jenny consulted the book again. “Is name call ‘penis’, is true?” James seemed to sag. “I s’pose.” He answered, dully. “Is female thing remove penis thing sheath.” “Well?” Anne asked. James nodded. “Go ahead.” He said. “But close your eyes.” “You think so?” she answered. She knelt in front of him, then grabbed the waistband of his briefs and whipped them downwards. He stepped out of them and she straightened up, still looking down at him. His shame was laid bare for all to see – despite his best efforts, he had remained embarrassingly limp. Jacky took a look, then pressed the control panel and turned back to start babbling unintelligibly at Jenny again. “Hey, I wouldn’t be too upset if I were you.” Anne said, consolingly. ”With something like that, you don’t need to worry about your personality too much.” “Thanks.” He answered. Then, entering into the spirit, he leant forward and said softly, “To tell the truth, I think you’re pretty attractive yourself. Nice um… nice breasts.” “Thanks. Wanna see ‘em?” “What? I um…” She giggled softly. “Relax. The way things are going, I don’t think it’ll be too long before I have to get them out anyway.” She paused and looked back down at him. “Think about that for a while – it might get you hard, yet.” “I’m trying, honestly. I don’t know what the problem is. Nerves or something.” “Hey, you’re not impotent are you? I mean it’s nothing to be ashamed of, and if you are, we can tell them, and then they’ll know that it’s not me.” “No, I’m not bloody well impotent!” he snapped. “Look, they’re bloody aliens – what do you care if they think I’m not turned on by you. In any other situation, I can assure you that I’d be as hard as it’s possible to be.” She melted slightly, and smiled at him. “Hey, d’you really mean that? Thanks. It’s a nice thing to say.” she paused, then said; “Look, let’s just agree to do whatever they ask, OK? I mean, you’re a nice guy and everything – I can cope if you can. And if we co-operate, we might get back home again, a bit quicker.” Before James could respond to this, Jenny turned back to them, while Jacky turned the translator back on. “Is considering male thing needs more visual type stimulation. Is thinking male thing should rip off all body sheaths on female thing. Making grabby snatchy stuff. ‘Expose her body to your hungry eyes, while your cock throbs manfully. Feast your eyes on her heaving bosoms and the triangle of her secret haven. Drink in her feminine beauty with…” “OK, OK, shut up will you?” James shouted and swinging round to Anne, he reached between her breasts, grabbed the clasp of her bra and pulled. He was only slightly put off his stride when the elastic snapped back and struck him in the forehead, and before she knew what was happening, he had pressed her against the wall and was wrenching her skirt down. “Well, well, well. Where did all this enthusiasm come from?” she gasped, in exhilaration. He stood up, put his right arm round her waist and pulled her body against his. His left hand cupped the back of her head and he brought his mouth up to hers and kissed her passionately. She sagged, as his tongue found hers and probed hungrily. His right hand lowered, found one of her cheeks and cupped it through her knickers. When he drew back for air, and his senses returned, his cheeks flared bright red. “Wow!” Anne said. “I… I didn’t mean. I’m sorry…” He glanced at Jenny and Jacky, who were staring at them, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Jenny suddenly started leafing through her book. “Is skipping parts!” the alien squawked. “Is making much improvisation things. Is not playing rules.” Anne looked down at James’ crotch again. “Still not hard?” she whispered. “I don’t know why not...” “Ssh.” She answered and reached out to take him in her hand. “Don’t worry about it, tiger. C’mere.” He stepped back into her arms and slipped his hands round behind her to cup her cheeks again. Their kissing was less frantic this time, but just as passionate. Behind him, he could hear as Jenny lapsed into stunned silence again. Anne’s hands cupped the back of his head, but suddenly he slipped down and pressed his nose against her knickers and inhaled. She arched her back, then gasped as he slid them down, revealing her dark triangle of pubic hair to him. His hands moved up and his thumbs opened her up to his tongue. Her hands found his hair and grabbed two handsful. Jenny finally decided she had had enough and strode across the room to grab his shoulder and haul him away. “Is enough!” she cried and looked at James’ crotch. “Is not correct. Is not hard! Is must be hard!” “Is madness!” Jacky shouted. “Is Jenny who is not playing rules!” “Pardonings?” Jenny swung round and looked at her partner in disbelief. Jacky was holding herself totally rigid and was shaking all over. One hand was pointing ramrod straight, right at Jenny. “Is madness!” she repeated. “Is not same species. Is not evolving creatures. Is harmless beings! DNA theorisings is producings of insane imaginings. Is not dangerous over-run universe type things. Is not menacings to way of life. Is only deviant wanderings of aliens being too long apart from own kind. Is needing therapy. Is needing medications. Is needing much juicy voltage type sparky things…” There was much more, presumably along the same lines, but by that point, Jacky had reached out a hand and switched off the translation device. She strode out the room, dragging Jenny with her. Anne and James looked at each other for a moment, each wondering what to do next. While they were pondering this, the room suddenly started to blur, fade away and disappear. There was a moment of extreme disorientation, and then they suddenly found themselves standing in the rain, by the very bus stop they had been waiting at, when all this had first started. “Tell me I didn’t imagine all that.” James said “Well, if you did, you took your clothes off. And so did I.” Anne answered, suddenly experiencing an attack of modesty and crossing an arm across her breasts. She looked round wildly, and saw that their clothes were strewn about, all round them in much the same way as they had been discarded in the room they had just been in. She hurried over to them and started picking them up and struggling into them. James started gathering up his own, but found he could not tear his eyes away from the round arse that was bobbing around in front of him. And as Anne pulled her knickers over it and reached for the remains of her bra, he noticed something else. “Anne!” he said. “What?” “Umm… Look.” She turned round and her eyes widened as she looked at him. “Well, I’ll be damned. Why didn’t that happen a little while ago?” “Dunno. Although I think there was something in the atmosphere that was inhibiting me.” “Not just nerves, you mean? Well, tell you what – let’s put it away before we get arrested.” Within a few more moments, they were fully dressed and a few seconds after that, they had made the final adjustments to their clothes that made them reasonably presentable. They were wet and torn, but at least they could get by with nothing more than a raised eyebrow or two from the average passer-by, rather than a hasty ‘phone call to the local constabulary. Then, miracle on miracles, a bus rounded the corner just as they were getting ready to start walking. They piled on thankfully, climbed up the stairs and sat at the back, together. There were no other passengers. Anne pressed a hand into James’ crotch. “Still hard, then?” she said. He nodded, dumbly. “You know, I think I prefer it like this. I was beginning to wonder if I was totally unattractive or something.” “Umm… Any chance of going to your place for a coffee?” She smiled. “Maybe – so long as you’ve got some protection. We don’t want to go around recombining any DNA, y’know.” The End Penthouse Dungeon The waiting seemed endless. She spoke to her sweet slave only moments ago. But when this sadistic mood takes over, nothing is ever fast enough or hard enough. She needed her . Now! Soon her Demons would be exorcized. Her palms cupped and relaxed against the leather that hung at her side. The infamous " Baby. " A gift from a dear friend many years ago, that became a treasured weapon. The Bullwhip was handmade, in her favorite burgundy color. Soft pliable leather that could sing in the wind. She remembered how Daniel had enjoyed teaching her to use it properly. And how the lessons had fueled their passion. She rarely went anywhere without her. But that was then and this is now. She unsnapped the coil and let her swing loose. Breathing deeply of the leather scent, she let Baby slide across her bare back and shivered. Baby just made her feel more in control when she felt a vicious mood coming on. She was definitely in a mood. She stopped her pacing and sat down in the foyer, choosing the winged back chair. Listening intently, the sound of the bell on the elevator brought evil smile to her full red lips. Crossing her booted legs, she watched as her favorite toy looked up at her from the floor of the elevator. Her sassy red waves hung loosely to the floor, her bright blue eyes shined expectantly. The lovely girl waited patiently to be beckoned to her beloved Mistress's side. "Good evening Mistress, I am here at your will. " Morgaine spoke softly, dropping her gaze. Her Mistress was smiling, but not her usual warm welcoming smile. She was fully aware it never reached her darkened storm filled eyes. "Come to me, Cunt. " A shiver went through Morgaine as she heard the command. She knew what lay ahead. There was Baby, uncoiled in her lady's lap. She began to crawl as fast as she could to lay her head upon her Mistress's feet. Covering them with kisses. Caring not that they were still in the foyer and not yet safely inside the penthouse. Her only thought was to please her Mistress, and ease the trouble in her eyes. "Move your ass to the dungeon, bitch. You know I don't like to be kept waiting. " Morgaine scrambled faster, praying for strength. It was going to be an intense evening. She hoped she survived it and pleased her Goddess well. She wanted this, as much as her Mistress wanted to give it. She heard the click of Mistress's heels before she ever got to the door. The impatient tap as she strode purposely behind her. Morgaine was nervous. With good reason, she knew she was in for a hellacious ride. She trusted her Mistress implicitly, but every time this happened, she went further and deeper into the darkness before she came back to the light and embraced the calm. Taking a deep breath, Morgaine was ready for anything. When she heard the stop command she froze. "Do not get up, but remove your robe. " Without a word, she sat up with her knees spread as she knew her Mistress preferred and untied the sash to the satin cover she was wearing. Letting it fall from her body she never gave it another thought. She waited. "Move to the center of the circle, prepare to present yourself. " Inside the penthouse everything was dark with only the glow of the wall sconces illuminating the room. The darkness held to the sinister feeling that had been rising in my soul since the moon had risen tonight. In the center of the room was a circle glowing silver on the black marbled floor. The skylight had been installed for just a night such as this. Perfect for this glorious full moon. Shining high in the darkened sky it gave spotlight to the slave now waiting within its eerie glow. "Stand and Spread, " I command . Morgaine rose as gracefully as a swan. Extending her body into the moonlight, she lifted her arms up toward the heavens and spread her long legs as far as she dared and still hold her balance. The Moonlight made the diamonds on her collar sparkle as she tilted her face up into the silver rays of the moon. Standing 5'10 she was no mere slip of a girl, but a gorgeous Amazon of pure womanhood. Perfectly pale skin and legs that went on for days. Magnificent curves, soft rounded full breasts that begged to be touched, featured the gold nipple rings with a single diamond dripping from each perfect tip. The anniversary gift for last year. A mountain of long deep red waves with golden highlights draped down her back, to a perfectly spankable ass that just screamed for hand prints as she glowed within the circle of light . I stood, circling her, enjoying the way she presented herself to me. Proud and regal, prepared to accept whatever I chose to do to her. She would submit to my every evil desire. She was Mine. Only those with a rare quality could capture my attention the way this slave had. She was special. An antidote for my poison..... 2 hours earlier.... "Jackson! Would you draw my bath, please? I'll be there in ten minutes. " I spoke aloud knowing he would hear me without yelling. The man had the most amazing hearing of anyone she had ever known. "Yes, Madam, It will be done. " "Thank you, Jackson. Picking up the phone I dialed her number. It rang twice before she answered. Controlling my impatience, I firmly said, "Be here at 7, you have two hours, no excuses. And Pet? This is not a night to be late if I were you. " I didn't even wait for the " Yes, Mistress " , before I hung up the phone. I dressed selectively for this evening. Bathing carefully and anointing my body with my favorite sandalwood oil. A lovely decadent short leather skirt, with a matching corset, tied with a bright red ribbon, fit me like a glove. Jackson sure knew how to tighten a corset on a woman.. I smiled. Thinking of my friend and houseman. He took good care of my needs. Sitting at my dressing table I pulled on my thigh high boots. Choosing the 3inch heeled one's for my own comfort tonight. I just love the clicking sound they make when I circle my beautiful pet. A simple gold chain hangs between my full cleavage displaying a gold medallion of the moon. Medium gold hoops adorn my ears, but no rings shine on my hands tonight. Only long deepest crimson nails and matching toenails. Pulling my long hair back I flip it neatly up into slick French twist and secure it. A bit severe for my normal style but it fits my evil mood. I darken my eyes with a black kohl shadow. The blue deepens as the colors blend. Crimson lips to match the nails. Elbow length leather gloves, with the fingers cut out, to finish my ensemble. I study my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror in my room momentarily. Feeling a fire within me burning to be set free, and looking very much like the Queen Bitch I am tonight, I take a deep cleansing breath and reach for my trusted friend, Baby. A flick and a twist and she cracks like the lightning I love. Oh how I love that sound. The only thing better was a sweet slut's scream's begging for mercy. I wandered through my dungeon home. Touching its dark beauty. Everywhere you looked there was something to play with. There were, of course, normal pieces of furniture. All of it in black leather. But it had been modified to my specifications with hooks and rings for securing a pet anywhere you needed to. Blood red pillows were scattered around the room in all sizes for the comfort of her friends sub or slave to kneel upon. After all, this wasn't Better Homes and Gardens. This was the Penthouse Dungeon, My Sanctuary. Vanilla type people did not visit with me here. No, that would never do. But lifestyle friends had a different perspective on the types of things that happen here. Where the wicked were indulged and cast their sights on consensual bdsm scenes. I lit only one candle for the warm scent of fireside to fill the room. I wanted nothing to take away from the moonlight upon my slave. I turned on the soft glowing sconces that barely lit a path to the center of the room. I made the rest of the preparations for tonight smoothly. Checking many toys, crops, and whips, making sure what I wanted was within an arm's reach at a moment's notice. A beautiful flogger was laid out and ready to be taken on a whim. My second favorite toy. See you soon, sweetheart as my hand gave her a pat. Wintergreen oil and Neosporin sat on a table for those mishaps that are bound to happen on occasion. Well the wintergreen oil was more for tingling a red bottom even longer. Wicked laughter filled the room. The chains were gleaming and the cuffs were soft and pliable. Everything was ready. I paced the dungeon over and over back and forth. Twisting and flicking Baby, so a continued source of thunderous cracking filled the air. I would stop ever so often and let my gloved hand caress over a chain, under the spanking bench, up and over the St. Andrews Cross down to the fondue pot of melted red wax..... "MMM " I sighed, " I am feeling ravenous! " Twenty more minutes. While she waited for her victim, she let her mind drift to the first time she had taken her slave into her sanctuary. It was one of her favorite memories in their time together. While Morgaine was not new to the bdsm life, she was new to playing with a woman. She remembered thinking the minute she saw her she had to have her. Therein began the courtship of convincing her to serve a woman. She was between relationships and it worked to my advantage that she missed playing on a regular basis. After a couple of weeks of talking and getting to know one another on a meaningful level, she agreed to come to the penthouse. She was breathtaking. She had followed my orders to a T. She dressed in exactly what I sent her. Dressed all in white, like a virgin on her wedding night, just like I knew she would. A simple white lacy baby doll with a white satin thong, that barely covered anything anyway. Her toes were perfectly pink and matched her fingernails. Red hair shining like a fresh strawberry waiting to be picked. That fell loosely over her sparkling blue eyes. A white collar and cuffs already adorned her wrists and ankles and neck. With both of us being well into our 30's it surprised me how innocent looking she was. She was the sacrificial lamb being led to the alter in the Demons lair. "You've done well, little girl, your compliance pleases me. You look radiant. " I tell her softly in her ear . "Thank you, Mistress " I approached her. Her eyes watch mine without flinching. I fasten her wrists to the hanging chains and do the same with her ankles. Watching her body open like a flower. I notice the satin covering her sweet pussy does nothing to cover the strawberry curls beneath it. Or change the fact I could smell her already dripping with anticipation. I inhaled deeply of the intoxicating scent of aroused womanhood. But did not touch her. It just added fuel to my fire. I stood, rising up square in front of her, looking into her pretty blue eyes. "This is the only chance you will have to run, Cunt. " I loved hearing the intake of her breath at my choice of names to call her. I continued with my warning. "Choose now, and I will release you, no harm, no foul. Or stay an endure this night for me..Of your own free will. " Morgaine raised her head a notch higher. I smiled at her proud stance..Oh this was going to be fun.. "I want to stay Mistress, please let me stay " she spoke quietly, but confidently. Only the slight tremble in her voice gave away her real nervousness. "Your sure of yourself, little girl. I like that. Do you remember the safe word? " "Yes Ma'am, Selena " "Very well, then. Shall I begin? " "As you wish, Mistress " I took a slow walk around her and gave her a complete once over with my hand. Touching and caressing, pinching and feeling her skin everywhere. Letting go of all those desires, I had been holding at bay within while I made sure she was staying. I stepped behind her and grabbing a handful of that gorgeous hair, I pulled her head back til she had to stretch to stay upright. I got down in her ear again... and laughed low and evil at her. I let my teeth graze the tender spot in the hollow of her neck. Then I bit down and held her there, relishing the slight whimper that escaped from her sweet lips... I let go, and kissed it gently. "I'm going to enjoy stripping you, Morgaine. Now keep those pretty eyes of you wide open so you can see exactly what's about to happen to you. I want you to see what's coming, precious, " I said in a mocking tone. I roughly pushed her forward so she could struggle to keep her balance. I laughed again, while I took my place in front of her a few feet away. She watched my every move. "Do Not move " I ordered firmly. I pulled Baby from my side and watched with sadistic glee as her eyes became huge saucers of shock. But to her credit she never uttered one sound of refusal, just accepted what was coming. I calculated the distance and gave Baby her freedom flight. The crack was enormous as she flew toward her victim. Shimmering white lace began to fall off one shoulder and with her second flight hits the floor. Other than a slight raising of her chest when she thought the blow was coming she has not moved an inch. I heard her breath release. I thought for a moment she was going to faint, but her will was nearly as strong as mine. She held her ground. Her upper body was fully exposed now and the rosy pink nipples were beckoning me to take them between my teeth. I fight the urge to give in to it. I feel my rhythm start to flow and let her fly twice more watching the pretty white thong float gently to the floor to join its predecessors. She didn't have a mark on her. I left her there, hanging in my chains, chest heaving, and tell her she is free to move now. Grinning at her predicament, I look back... and say "Oh I'm sorry, you can't, can you? Your all tied up with no place to go, Guess you'll just have to hang around awhile, my pretty Irish Rose. " I start to walk closer and let Baby sing once more and watch her strong leather wrap around Morgaine's waist twice and I pull it tight bringing her forward. I slip my free hand around her neck and pull her close and take those sweet lips in a soul searching kiss. The soft moan that escapes her is music to my ears. I let go suddenly and work Baby free as her head falls forward. Hmm.. surrendering already... I love it. And the night had barely started.. That night turned into one of the best I'd ever had. Morgaine was a natural, she loved the pain and the passion and the submission. The sex was amazing. I'll never forget it.. Funny how time flies, that was a year ago. Brought out of her memories by the bell on the elevator, she glanced at the time. Five minutes til seven. Right on time. Back to the present.... Looking deeply into her eyes at all her reverent beauty, I almost hesitated. She looked like an angel in the moonlight. But I needed this. This release of feeling within me. I moved to her within the circle of light, bringing her arms down at her side and moving her feet in with one of my boots. I pulled her close. "Come to me, Irish Rose " At the use of the nick name her Mistress gave her last year, Morgaine looked up into the troubled smoldering eyes, of her lover and stepped closer. Placing her hands at her Mistress's hips she spoke quietly before her Lady could stop her. "Vent your Demons upon your devoted slave, Mistress. I want to be here and serve you well, this is where I belong. " Morgaine dropped her proud head and slid to the floor, covering her Lady's feet with her tangle of waves. And waited. An amazing sense of pride filled Selena's heart as she looked down upon the one she loved. Taking a deep breath she released it and took up her position, as her right over her slave. "Very well, Pet. Let us begin. " She lifted Morgaine up by her hair and walked her to the side table. Pushing her roughly back down to the floor, she grabbed a blindfold and placed it over her eyes, securing it tightly. Grabbing a hair band she twisted the mass of red into a ponytail and let it hang down her back. Giving it a firm tug just because she could. "Stand Up! " Morgaine struggled to her feet. Without her sight her balance felt off. But she managed to comply. I guided her back to the circle of silver. "Arms up, wrists together " came the command. I grabbed a double ended snap attached to a chain to hold her wrists in place over her head. Morgaine pulled down on her cuffs just to get a feel for whether she could get away or not. Definitely the answer was Not. It felt good to be restrained. She always had enjoyed that bound helpless feeling. I slid my fingernails over the sensitive tips of her nipples until my fingers slid inside the golden rings. I loved feeling her push into my hands and deepened my hold into a hard squeeze. Pulling the rings taunt and molding her breasts between my fingers.. I am rewarded with a sound that crosses between pleasure and pain. So I crank up the move with a twist of my hands and a down turn of my nails into her sweet skin, til the moan deepens sweetly to a slight scream. Music to my ears . I love watching her breasts raise up and down with her deep breathing, trying to control the sensations she feels. I release the lovely gold rings and let my hands flow down along her body to the soft patch of strawberry curls, glistening now with her arousal. Pressing inside her lips I find her sweet hole flooded with nectar and pump her swiftly three hard times. Moans of pleasure pour from her lips.. "Your such a Slut, I've barely begun with you and your dripping already. It's been nothing but easy for you so far, Bitch ". Freeing my hands from her molten body I place my fingers at her lips which she eagerly sucks clean... I wrap my hand firmly at her throat, watching her mouth fall open because I know she loves that edge of fear. Her head falls back in surrender. "You nasty cunt, sucking your own pussy juices, like that, You'll be licking them off the floor before long ". I push her away and walk to the table, time to take her up a notch. Clamps, little biting clamps, inexpensive little toys, but they sure leave a lasting impression. I place one on each of her nipples, careful not to tangle in the rings, but still quite effective. And four more all around the areola. With each clamp she whimpers. I repeat on the opposite side, toying with the secured clamps sending little shocks through her skin. I place a booted toe to the inside of her foot and press. She quickly spreads her legs apart. Taking four more of my little precious jewels I clamp two on each side of her labia fully exposing her swollen clit. I circle her bud slowly with one finger and press hard inward. I laugh evilly as I see her try to press closer. She really is a slut. I slap her clit hard and she lets go a scream. "You do not have permission to hump against me like a bitch in heat, Cunt! " Her quickly uttered, " I'm sorry Mistress, " tells me she is still safely with me. Very aware of all around her. I step back and access her body watching for any signs of true distress. She is breathing heavily but is in fine form. Reaching the table, I figure this one will take some strength on her part.. Grabbing the lube and the anal plug I tell her to push her ass back to me. I use the lube on my hands and probe her anus getting her ready for this intrusion. She's moaning again fully enjoying everything I am doing to her. But she does not press into my fingers. I coat the plug with lube and even though it is larger than what had been used before it slides in easily enough. I feel her body clamp down on the plug and shiver as I press it tight against her. Feeling her flinch, I reach around and rub her clit once more a few times. She tenses for the slap but it doesn't come this time. Sighing deeply she relaxes into her pleasurable feelings as I quickly move away. Penthouse Dungeon Morgaine embraced the tremendous amount of emotions that were building in her. She knew she would not be allowed to cum for a long time. She prayed for the strength to resist. Her lady was right, she was such a pain slut. She lived for it. Her Mistress had only begun the onslaught on her body. Her entire body was awash with sensation and painful pleasure... My pain is her pleasure. It's all that matters... Well except that she loved it... and wanted to see the light of happiness in her lady's eyes again. I step up behind her and pull her head back against my shoulder wrapping my arms fully around her. Letting her feel me and the leather covering my body. I squeeze her tightly and grip her pretty throat, whispering in her ear... "You are Mine, and offering your body up to me is honorable, you shall suffer for me tonight. Endure all for me, Slave. Reach in to the depth of your soul and release your symphony of screams for me. Do not hold back your pain. It is my Joy. " I release her suddenly and move away. Taking a pair earplugs I insert them in her ears taking away the last of her senses. No sight and now no sound. I was ready and so was she. Grabbing a crop I began striking the clamps one at a time until the strike itself removed the clamp completely. It was sending her body into rivers of sharp pains. Screams and cries began filling the room. Taking my time I struck twice more on her sensitive nipple rings watching with sadistic pleasure as she trembled and shook with her emotions and sensations covering her body. I next attacked with a vengeance, her beautiful throbbing pussy. 4 good hard strokes sent her spiraling, She would not be with me much longer. As circulation returned to the tender places now devoid of clamps her cries and whimpers grew. A musical filled the room. Subspace a safe zone for any good pain slut. Her endorphins were rising with every strike and painful cry to the heavens. Keeping my eyes on my slave I began to prepare myself for stepping up my game. She was prepared for my onslaught. And I was ready to give it. I took a nice heavy thuddy flogger from the rack. I slowly and firmly trailed my hand down her silky back. Scraping my nails and leaving a nice five mark trail as I went down her pale skin. Her back arched up and she wailed her siren's song. Calling my name to feed my hunger to mark this beautiful creature before me. I scarred with my nails on every tender spot I could reach. Her body was alive with energy I desperately needed to inhale and release from my own. I flipped her pony tail up on her head and secured it quickly with a clip. And pushed her head forward and down. She was a poseable rag doll at this point. I took up my stance behind her and let the weight of my flogger swing back and forth for a few moments getting the feel of her and my target. Pulling the falls through my fingers, I flipped it over and sent the blow to my slave's bare back. Her reaction was immediate and heartfelt. Echo's of pain filed the room. Blow after blow all over her back and ass. Shades of pink then deeper shades of red. I began moving around her picking points to mark. The sides of her hips. Her upper thighs, front and back. Long taloned marks appeared all over her. Crossing to her front side I began striking across her belly and every now and then the top of her curly mound. Her tender breasts were last on my list and I worked them over viciously. Circling her now, I let myself go, out of the tight control I usually kept myself in and let my flogger fly hard and fast. I felt the rush of the release and heard the crescendo of her symphony of screams.. I don't know how much time passed. I just felt our energy blending, winding itself around each other as a tornado of feeling filled the space in my soul. I gave her everything I had and she gave the ultimate gift. Sacrificing herself for my sake. She never begged release from her cuffs or the pain she was in. Not even for the pleasure I knew she was holding on to. Breathing deeply, I pulled myself together. She needed me, now. And I needed help to get her down. "Jackson? " I spoke into the energized air. I knew he would be nearby, in case I needed him. Moving as quietly as a jaguar he was there. The beautiful dark skinned man always impressed her with his abilities to move without making a sound. I began to release her cuffs from her wrists as he easily lifted Morgaine's limp body as if she were light as a feather. "On the table, please, Jackson ," I make soothing sounds like I was speaking to a child. I adjust her body on the table. Pulling a blanket from underneath and covering her in it. She begins to shudder as the chills take over her body. She is coming down, Subspace. As addicting as any drug to a person who loves pain. Sometimes the endorphins from a good scene can last for days. I will hold and caress her and speak softly with her til she is more coherent. I gently remove her blind fold, glad that the lights are low so as to not glare in her eyes. I take out her ear plugs and softly rub her earlobes, just letting her know she is not alone. She is safe and cared for. I gently massage her wrists and move up her arms improving circulation. Her shivering has stopped so I remove her blanket and begin to massage her skin, making note of any marks that might have appeared broken open in our scene. I rarely leave open welts. But even the Best Dom's can make mistakes. So its best to check and be sure. Treat them quickly with some neosporin and they are usually gone by morning. I roll her over slowly to her side checking.. None save what she calls her badges of honor. Small red welts that will bruise slightly in places. But fade in a few short days. I work my way over her legs rubbing and caressing, soothing the soles of her feet. feeling her start to come back to me. Through soft moans of awareness. "There's my girl, look at me baby ". Her eyes flutter open, and begin to clear and she gives me a breath taking smile. "Do you know where you are, pet? " "Yes Mistress, I am right where I belong, with you ." She takes a deep breath and sits up on the side of the table. Still a bit woozy. I steady her with gentle hands, all the fire in me gone. Nothing left but the smoldering desire to smother my slave girl with love and adoration. I open my mouth " Ja-" and he is just there with a cool glass of water for us both. Sighing, we both take long drink of the refreshing water. I just look at him and smile. "How do you do that? Know exactly what I need before I even say it ." "Years of practice, Madam, " he gave me an amused smile and quietly walked out of the room. "Remind me to give you a raise! " I laughingly said at his departure. "I do not need your money Madam, " he turned back said in a serious tone. "I was kidding, Jackson...just kidding . " "Very well, Madam, the bath is ready when you are ." "Thank you, Jackson, " I said softly, but he was already gone. But I knew he had heard. I give my attention back to my girl. She is sitting pretty, gazing at me with a knowing smile.. I walk close and pull her in to my arms. Loving the feel of her arms snaking around me to keep me close. I kiss her deeply and linger upon her hungry lips. Breaking away she whimpers, which always brings a smile to my face... "You were amazing tonight, sweet girl. Thank you for what you gave and endured. You are so very beautiful, I sighed and stared into her eyes, I love you, you know that right?, my wild Irish Rose " The blush deepened on her already rosy cheeks... She smiled. "I love you too, Selena, Shall we go enjoy that bath, now Mistress? " I help her down from the table and see that she is still a bit weak kneed. Before I can say his name, Jackson is scooping her up and headed to the luxurious bathroom. She rests her head on his strong shoulder and knows she is in good hands. He handles her gently as if she is a piece of the finest china. He sets her softly into the water of the giant spa tub and she moans her pleasure at the feel of its warmth. She grabs Jackson's arm as he turns to go, startled he gives her a questioning look. "Thank you for watching over us Jackson, you're so very kind, it's very much appreciated, " she spoke so softly. She leaned back into the water and closed her eyes letting it soothe her tired bones. "Your very Welcome, Miss. " Touched by the slave's kind words, he smiled contentedly. His smiled deepened watching Madam while she struggled to get out of her boots, he knew it was near impossible without help. Clearing his throat, "Would you like some help, Madam? " "Would you Jackson? These things are a Pain in the ass sometimes, " she said laughing. " But I love how they make me feel. " "Of course, Madam. " He knelt down and picked up her foot, deftly unzipping them from her long legs. Selena studied the man unzipping her boots and loosening them from her damped skin. He always used such calm soothing tones when he spoke. The Man was such an enigma. His quiet warrior like qualities, showed strength and depth of character. Intelligent and caring, with the heart of a teddy bear all rolled into one amazing person. There was no weakness in this giant of a man. She wished for him to find a love like no other, he deserved it. But he seemed uninterested in changing his life. Content to be with her and assist in whatever she needed. To keep her safe from those that would cause her harm or grief. Shaking off her thoughts, she looked at Jackson there on his knees in front of her. She smiled. "I'm sorry Jackson, I was thinking too hard.. What did you say? " "Your corset Madam, would you like me to loosen the laces? " He repeated. "That would be lovely, I am so ready to breathe normally.. Why on earth do we do these things to our bodies? Heels so high they break ankles, corsets so tight we can't breathe.., skirts so short we can't bend over without exposing ourselves and tormenting some poor soul. " She rambled on.. " I know why.. Cause they make us look good and they feel sexy and sadistic at the same time! " She laughed again. Jackson quietly had moved behind his obviously happy Madam and began unlacing the long line of ties that held her. As long as she was happy it was all that mattered. Hearing her relax her breathing was a good thing. She was back to her normal playful self. Life was good. "All done. I will make quick work of putting these things away, " he was saying as he picked up the corset, boots and the skirt she had quickly removed. "Shall I bring a snack to the bedside table for you and Miss Morgaine? We have some delightful cheeses and fruits, all your favorites I believe, Madam. " "That sounds wonderful my friend, Please do.. Then get some rest, you've been working too hard lately, I'll see you in the morning. " "Very well Madam, Goodnight Miss, " he smiled to himself thinking, Yes, life is very good. Selena climbed into the tub as Morgaine leaned forward, she slid in behind her and pulled her back against her. Sighs of contented purrs were coming from her girl as my arms held her tightly for a moment. I picked up a bottle of moisturizing soap and filled the palms of my hands. Scents of raspberry and vanilla filled the air. Gliding my hands all over her sensitive skin, I enjoy feeling her squirm and begin to pant as my hands draw circles over those luscious nipples teasingly with the soap. Biting her neck gently, I hold her still with my teeth as her moans become louder. Loosening my grip on her neck I pull water with my hands and let it flow off her skin rinsing the soap away. "Baby, place your feet on each side of the tub, " I whisper. Oh how I love watching those beautiful legs emerge from the water, spreading open for me to enjoy. Simply because I told her to. "Good girl, " I say softly. The water makes such a lovely sound as I begin to tease her with my fingers, sliding between those swollen lips and finding a flower so ready to burst into bloom. Stroking and pressing lightly, then harder, bringing her close and back to barely touching again. Her body responds by pushing against my hand and sweet words fill my ears... "Please Mistress, You have been so good to me tonight already, Ma'am, but if it pleases you, may your slave cum please! " I press my two middle fingers deep within her and allow my thumb to continue circling against her swollen clit. In and out slowly making her crazy for more.. "Ohhh Please, Mistress Please! " I do so love feeling her bo dy burn and yearn for release... She is on fire and I love that I brought her to it. Stroking harder and pressing hard suddenly within her, I release her bond.. "Cum for me, Beauty.. Give it all to your Mistress " . The sounds erupting from her are more precious than gold to me. Sheer exotic pleasure from deep within her soul. I touch and feel her every move and vibration that contorts through her body and keep her held tightly against me. Her breathing is ragged and she is gulping for air and shuddering. "Thank you, Mistress, You are too good to me, " she says as she begins to turn in my arms. Reigning kisses all over my damp skin, and stopping at my lips. She softly snakes her tongue out and licks sending a shiver through me.. I grasp her hair and take what is so freely offered. Drowning myself in her sweetness. Pushing her back and loving her protest I say, "Mmm, time to get out of here, the water is cooling, pet. Let's take this to where we are more comfortable..." "Yes Ma'am, way more comfortable, the better for me to devour you M'Lady. " Stepping outside of the tub she offers me her hand, helping me from the tub as she giggles like a school girl.. The soreness is forgotten and all that matters is how much she loves her life with this amazing woman. Smiling like a Cheshire cat Morgaine grabs the towel and suddenly pops it against her Mistress gorgeous ass! She is reward by a shriek and wickedly laughs out loud as she runs for the bedroom. Fueled by her happiness and loving the playfulness. Selena yells " Oh you are so going to pay for that one you wicked girl! " But she doesn't mean a word of it... Arriving at the bedroom door, She stops in awe... The room is glowing with candlelight and lovely array of food is on the table. And her gorgeous Irish Rose is on her knees in the middle of the bed with that oh so glorious ass wiggling at her. "You could always spank me, Mistress for my brattiness. " She grins and I sigh. How did I get so lucky? She thinks and laughs. Many loving hours later, the beautiful slave and her Mistress lie in each other's arms spent and content. Morgaine realizes she is within the arms of the one who loves her unconditionally and keeps her safe. Some days and nights are harder than others. We all have Demons that need exorcizing, every now and then. She will be sore for days. It's nothing to her. But for now all she feels is joy and love and peace of mind. She would do it all again, when the time comes. And it will. Inner demons are never content to be quiet for long. But she will be ready to love, honor, serve and obey. Anything for her beloved Mistress. * (C)Sunamoon 2001/2010 Penthouse Suite You are fluttering in anticipation. I have given you a hotel room key, and a note with a time and some instructions. You walk up to the concierge and ask if there are any messages as the note instructs. He hands you a cd, and directs you to the elevators. As you enter the room you look around to see if I am there but there is no answer. You anticipation rises as you see the layout of the room. A large four-poster bed sits in the center, surrounded by candles that gently flicker their warm glow over the covers, making the bed that much more inviting. The letter says very specifically that nothing will happen until you are ready, which means laying on the bed wearing nothing but a blindfold and having the music on the cd playing. You strip naked and enjoy the luxury of walking around a room, knowing that I am somewhere watching you. You dance a little, glancing around to see if you can see where I am before putting on the cd and the blindfold. The music is sexy, a sweet slow slide guitar courses through your body with its sweet rhythms. You put on the blindfold and lay back on the bed. Letting the music and the flicker of the candles dance across your body. You hear the latch of a door open and close. The clinking of ice in a glass. It is put on a table, and you can feel my body moving around yours, taking in the sweet image of your naked form against the massive bed. You are getting hotter at the thought of me being there. Soft lips press themselves against your mouth. It is the first touch. One of love that ensures you feel safe and warm. The heat inside you rises and you can feel yourself starting to sweat slightly. I run my fingers over your delicate skin ever so gently watching the goose bumps rise to meet my fingertips. My touch is gentle and feels as though it leaves trails of warmth along its path. Then you feel a single drip of ice-cold water land on your warm lips. It feels amazing as it dribble down your jaw to your ear, and past to the back of your neck. The feeling is cool and arousing. The cool makes you warmer and your body starts to squirm a little, wanting more. You feel another drip on your chest and feel the water slide gently between your breasts. You feel my fingers brush against them, taking the nipples between my fingers. You moan slightly with the feeling. Then the freezing shock of an Ice cube jolts through you as I place one on the tips of your breasts. Circling with the cold. I lower my head to follow the trail and lap up the water with my tongue. In this manner I travel all over your body from toe to eye. Letting the ice trail along you, raising your skin and arousing you endlessly, and my tongue warming and licking the cooled parts of your body. I then place the ice cube in my mouth and cool my tongue. When it is sufficiently cold, I reach it out and circle your clit with it. You let out a scream as your hips thrust up almost involuntarily, you have given your body to me and it feels fantastic. I push my head into you a little further and you can feel my cool and warm tongue slide inside you. The ice drips as it melts and droplets of water slide down into your ass. My bottom lip brushes against the tender skin between your ass and your pussy and you writhe and moan as the wet, cold, warm feeling consumes you. I begin a low steady moan that allows my tongue to vibrate slightly. My finger slides down to your ass and circles around. Your legs spread as wide as they can to allow me total access, and you feel your body starting to come to orgasm. I slip my finger into your ass just a little ways and you arch your back with excitement. The feeling shoots through you as my finger fucks you behind and my tongue fucks you in front. You slide around, grabbing my head, pushing me further and further into you. I moan into you and you let out a scream and thrash around on the bed, grabbing ripping tearing into anything you can find and coming in wave after wave. Finally coming to your senses, you tear off the blindfold and stand up off the bed. We stare at each other for a long moment. Frozen in time as the image of our naked bodies is permanently tattooed into our minds. We come together into a deep embrace that threatens to squeeze us into each other's skins. I bend down to kiss you but you turn your head and move toward the balcony. Playful little minx. I obediently follow you. When I step onto the balcony I see you, leaning on your elbows over the rail, a gentle breeze blowing through your hair and the moonlight letting your soft perfect skin shine like a beacon. I stand next to you and for a moment the two of us look out over the tops of the buildings. Hundreds of windows, with lights on, the occasional person on their deck. One or two even have telescopes so that they can look at the ... stars. A mischievous grin comes over your face. You take my hand and pull me behind you. I wrap my arms around you and you tilt your head back for you lips to meet mine. The moment our mouths find each other in the night, the cool of the night disappears, and we are the only things in existence. You can feel me hard against your back and so you arch to fit me between you ass. My hands move around and stroke your skin lightly. We savor every second of bliss as our tongue meet in our mouths, dancing around each other and tasting every ounce we can. "I have an idea, hang on," I say as I move back into the suite. In a moment I am back out with the comforter from the bed, which I throw over the stone rail of the balcony. "Lets get you up there". I lift you up so you are sitting with your back to the open air, a slight look of trepidation flits across your eyes, but as soon as my hands are on your hips, you know you are safe and the world disappears once again. I kiss your breasts; lay my hands on your back slip between your legs and you feel me start to push myself inside you. The feeling throws you for a loop and drives you wild. Soon you have wrapped your legs around my waist and we are moving together in perfect synchronicity. Pumping and grinding against each other, you dig your nails into my back and hang on for dear life as you feel yourself losing control from the amazing feeling. Groans and wails are building up inside you and start to let themselves out, echoing through the buildings and waking up the sleepy consciousness of hundreds of people who strain to see what they want to see more than anything else in the world, even from hundreds of feet away. Pressing and driving into you, you feel my hands grasping as you claw and tear at me. The moment is animal, a swirling vortex of passion and cries of ecstasy. You lay back, and as there is no wall behind you, you find yourself upside down, looking out into the night sky with the ground thousands of feet below you, crying out to all the world as I fuck you like a demon strapped beneath your legs. You can feel another beautiful orgasm building up inside you and you squeeze your thighs together and pull me deeper and deeper inside you. When we come, time holds for a pause. The universe stops to take a look and the stars themselves quiver like moonlight on water. A sigh of relief waves across our bodies and the city below us breathes again. I pull you up and we hold each other in a stunned silence. Reverence for something more amazing than anyone has ever experience before. We move inside. Sit by the fire and sip delicately on Hot Chocolate and Grand Marnier. Legs draped over each other. We lay in silence wrapped in each other's arms, fitting together like a jigsaw. "Do you think they were listening?" You ask, and the two of us burst into hysterical laughter. The sound brings us even closer than our arms and bodies can. Penthouse View It has always been a dream to live in a penthouse apartment with a wonderful view of a bustling city. So when I was offered the penthouse suite of a hotel in San Diego, I accepted whole heartedly. All of the work I had put into planning the recent Trade Show event was finally paying off for me. After a staff member gave me a friendly tour of the space, I was finally left alone to enjoy! It was beautiful, elegant furnishings and large open spaces. But I wasn't interested in the details of the suite, or what fruit was in the complimentary basket; my pull was directly to the towering windows and gorgeous view of the city. I was mesmerized by the lights and energy of San Diego. I felt like a bit of a voyeur, surveying the activities below me, unbeknownst to all. My feet were killing me and I couldn't wait to relieve myself of both shoes and stockings. As I peeled my stockings down, my whole body started to relax. I can't bear to have lines under my skirt. so panties were not part of my attire that day. As I felt the rush of air over my bear pussy, I glanced up and noticed someone watching me. I had been paying so much attention to the scene below; I hadn't noticed the man in his robe sitting on the balcony of the high rise across from me. His stare was intent and I found the anonymous nature of the situation intriguing. I started to slowly unbutton my blouse as he watched. After my red bra was exposed, there was no turning back. I wanted to make this a night he would never forget. I unzipped my black skirt, never taking my eyes off of him. As I lowered it to the floor, a slight smile appeared on his face. Perhaps he liked the cleanly shaven lips I just exposed. I have always enjoyed the feel of my curves and decided to run my hands across my breasts, down past my waist and over my hips. He seemed to like it as much as I did. While he appeared to be enjoying the view, I felt it was time to switch things up a bit. I turned around slowly and showed him one of my favorite views as I pressed my backside up against the glass. I was so turned on at this point that I needed him to see more, so I bent over, placing my hands around my ankles and forcing my wet inner lips against the glass. I'm guessing it was a view he had never seen before. Even upside down, it was clear he was excited as he let his robe part to expose his very hard cock. I stood up and turned back toward him. I certainly had his full attention. I squatted down with my knees spread and ran my tongue up the center of the personalized wet pattern I had just left on the glass. This was more than he could take; his hand was now moving to touch the sensitive pulsing head of his dick. I shook my head. All in due time... As he started to put his hand back down by his side, I smiled and slipped my finger into my mouth. I tilted my head to the side and indicated that I wanted him to follow along. As I flicked the end of my finger with my tongue, he mimicked the action on the tip of his cock with his finger. As I took my whole digit into my mouth, he covered his rod with his hand. It started to feel like there was no distance between us. Truly on the edge of orgasm, I needed to touch myself. I moved my finger down to my wet, aching clit. As my back arched and I tossed my head back, his smile was full and hungry. Bucking against my fingers, I eased the fingers of my other hand to fill the space that urgently needed to feel full. As I moved my fingers in and out of my hot cunt, he kept up with the rhythm, stroking hard and fast. The timing was perfect. I came hard, bracing myself against the window, as I watched the gobs of cum squirt from the tip of his member. Feeling completely relaxed and satisfied, I smiled at my favorite new stranger. He deserved the final kiss I blew him from my still wet finger tips. His tranquil wink was all the thanks I needed.