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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS
Chapter Fifteen
The room was small. A fire crackling in the corner cast lambent shadows over Alicia, James, and Deliah. Each of them was seated in a plush chair with an ice cold alcoholic beverage. Alicia felt cozy but apprehensive. Deliah, sitting across from her, had lifted up both knees to the height of her chin and placed her heels on a hassock in front of her chair. Her pussy was openly visible. Her leather miniskirt seemed more like a sash as it lay gathered about her waist. Deliah's head lolled back as she sipped her Margarita.
"Unzip your fly, darling, the waitresses won't mind," Deliah purred to James. He had zipped himself up before rising from the table at which they had taken dinner. Now he reached down and fumbled with his trousers. Just then a topless waitress walked in with a tray of little sandwiches.
"Oh, would you like some help, sir?" the waitress asked James. Without awaiting an answer the girl put down her tray, knelt demurely, and slipped her fingers between James' now open fly to pry his penis from his underpants, pulling it through the little hole at the front of his skivvies.
No sooner had the prick appeared than the girl drew it into her mouth and sucked momentarily upon it. A man entered just then, dressed in naught but a bow tie. He made to kneel behind the waitress.
"No, over here," Deliah summoned the man. "She's just giving a gratuity." Realizing that he had been mistaken in thinking his duty was to fuck the waitress, the man rose, apologized, and presented his penis to Deliah.
"Ah, you'll do quite nicely," Deliah commented, touching her fingertips to the man's handsome rod. A moment later her lips had closed about the bulb of his manhood.
The waitress let James' prick slip from her mouth.
"You have a delightful mouth," James grinned at the girl.
"I hope I was able to be of service, sir," the waitress said, rising. She picked up her tray once more. "May I interest you in some sandwiches?"
"Sure," James said. He reached out and took a handful, his penis still throbbing with a full load of unreleased semen. "I'll grab some for the wife, too. She may want some when she's finished with her friend."
"Of course, sir," the waitress agreed. She turned to Alicia. "Would you care for some, Ma'am?" The waitress bent forward. Her ripe young breasts thrust impetuously at Alicia.
"Oh, uh, thankyou," Alicia murmured, and lifted a sandwich from its brothers with the tips of her fingers. She had no doubt that if she had reached for one of the waitress' dangling nipples she could have put that in her mouth instead.
The waitress sashayed out of the room. No doubt she would make herself and her sandwiches available to other guests now, at least one of whom was bound to partake of her charms. Alicia wondered if she herself could ever engage in such an outlandish occupation, and decided not. It was one thing to let down your guard among friends, sharing your body with them...even friends-to-be like at the sorority. But doing such things for money was another matter entirely, at least in Alicia's opinion.
The sound of Deliah's suckling wafted through the otherwise still room. James' gaze fell upon Alicia, warm and nurturing, but with a rod that ached to impale her just a few feet below. Alicia smiled and took a sip of her Margarita.
"Let me see that belt of yours," James said.
"What for?" Alicia asked with a sly smile.
"I want to provide our young man here with an incentive to disengage himself from my wife," James offered. Alicia thought she saw the young man's bare buttocks twitch apprehensively. Smiling, Alicia undid her belt and handed it across to James, her full breasts hanging down like ripe gourds as she did so, perky nipples once more poking through the strands of her loosely woven sweater.
"Yes, this will do quite nicely," James said, weighing the belt in his palms. Deliah disgorged the waiter's prick.
"Don't you think it would be more fun if you let Alicia do it, dear?" Deliah asked James.
"Why, of course!" James said. He thrust the belt at Alicia. "Give this young man here an incentive to ejaculate." Alicia flushed slightly and rose. She took the belt from James.
"I-I don't know if I'm any good at this," Alicia said.
"Just give it your best shot...the old college try," James exclaimed.
"Well, alright," Alicia said. Then to the waiter, "Tell me if it hurts too much."
"Yes, ma'am!" the waiter grunted, a note of disquiet in his voice. He certainly had a nice trim, tight pair of buttocks, Alicia commented to herself.
"Flay away!" James said, obviously not counting the comfort of the waiter's bottom among his top priorities.
Alicia gave a little flick of the belt, barely tapping the man's butt.
"Come on, girl, or I'll have him whip you," James insisted. Alicia drew back the belt again and swung harder. A slight smack was heard.
"That's better, but put more backbone into it," James said. Alicia swung again, the belt slapping limply against the man's behind. James rose suddenly from his chair. Alicia cringed.
James put his arm about Alicia's slim waist and grasped the hand which held the belt in his own. His penis thrust against her pantied bottom.
"Here, I'll show you," James said. He drew back Alicia's hand with his own and let fly with a vigorous swing.
"Eeyow!" the waiter cried as the sharp crack of leather against bare flesh resounded through the room.
"Like that!" James exclaimed. "Again!" Once more he drew back Alicia's hand and again swung in with a hearty blow. The waiter, expecting a potent blow this time, gave a more restrained cry.
"These fellows' balls here are noted for their endurance," James said. "But we'll beat the semen out of him!" He swung in with another crack. The waiter's butt bounded forward, thrusting his rod even deeper down Deliah's throat.
"And again!" James cried, to a muffled groan from the waiter. Alicia was little more than a captive observer now, her voluntary participation at about the same level as that of a rag doll. She winced as James struck the waiter, pitying the man's bottom as it took on the hue of the inside of a vagina.
"Augh!" the man cried, his buttocks suddenly clenching repeatedly in spasms.
"That's right! All of it!" James yelled, striking the man's posterior repeatedly. "Give her it all and get out!" Alicia found she was trembling. The poor waiter moaned as Deliah clenched his tight sac in her palm, squeezing the balls to release every droplet of their sticky horde.
James gave a final series of strikes as Deliah swooned and then fell back, her throat releasing the man's softening rod. The man tore his prick from Deliah's mouth and scurried from the room, his bottom virtually glowing. James collapsed into his chair with a contented sigh. At the last moment Alicia had released the belt to his grasp. He gave it a gentle flick.
"Lick the semen from Deliah's lips," James commanded Alicia. With a wary eye on her belt, Alicia decided obedience was best. She padded over to Deliah and bent forward. Hesitantly she extended her tongue and began trailing it over Deliah's upper lip. The amount of semen was prodigious. It pooled in Deliah's open mouth and ran down the corners of her lips to her chin. Assiduously Alicia attempted to restore some modest decorum to Deliah's face by cleaning the semen from it. All the while she was aware of how close her pantied bottom was to James and his lusty belt.
As Alicia worked Deliah lifted her hands to Alicia's breasts and tweaked her erect nipples. Alicia shifted slightly, allowing one of her own hands to fall to Deliah's cleavage. Alicia felt Deliah's full breast pressing warmly against her blouse, her nipple poking passionately upward like a thorn.
Several minutes later Alicia gave Deliah a kiss on her lips and sauntered over to the fire. She knelt down, her back to the flames.
"She's such a doll," Deliah said to James, smiling wistfully at Alicia.
"A true treasure," James agreed, his eyes drinking in the blonde. Alicia reached behind her and grasped the elastic of her bikini bottom. She pulled her panties down over the hump of her derriere.
"I like warming my bottom in front of a fire," Alicia said softly. James rose, penis throbbing, belt in hand.
"I like seeing a girl's bottom warmed too," James said, hefting the belt with both his palms and stroking the leather with the pads of his thumbs. He walked up to Alicia and wordlessly she took the knob of his penis into her mouth.
"Suck gently, yes," James breathed, affirming what Alicia was already doing. He put his hands to her hair and let the belt dangle down her back. Its pointed end poked at the curve of Alicia's bare bottom.
"Stand up," James ordered. Reluctantly, fearing what might befall her bottom if she ceased her ministrations, Alicia let the crown of James' prick fall from her lips. It shone wetly where her saliva had been deposited. Alicia rose. Her breasts jutted out at James, nipples poking through her sweater, as she smiled at him apprehensively. James grasped the sides of Alicia's bikini panties and pulled downward. Alicia felt the hairs of her pussy become exposed. James reached a finger between Alicia's thighs and stroked her at their juncture. Deftly he inserted a finger into her labia and Alicia gave a little cry and fell against him. Her hands slid up his brawny arms and coupled about his neck. James reached back with his free hand and inquired between her nether cheeks. His mouth bent and engaged Alicia's.
Deliah walked up to the pair and grasped Alicia's panties. She pulled the bikini down the girl's long ivory legs. Stooping over she lifted each of Alicia's heels through the leg holes of the panties. Deliah lifted the panties to her nostrils and sniffed. James caught her eye and his own sparkled. Deliah tossed Alicia's panties into the fire and in moments they were consumed.
"Shall I order some cuffs?" Deliah asked James.
"Not here," James replied. He broke his kiss with Alicia and let his hands slip from her. "We have everything we need at the cabin. Call a copter."
"Alright," Deliah assented. She turned and walked over to an intercom set in the wall and pressed a buzzer.
"We're going to fly to our cabin in upstate New York," James said softly to Alicia. "We'll be there in about two hours."
Alicia was spellbound. Despite her newfound appreciation for James, she would have appreciated being asked if she wanted to go. Not knowing how else she might reassert some measure of control over her own body, she said, "I have to go to the bathroom."
James grunted and walked over to the side table next to where Alicia had been sitting. He picked up Alicia's glass and downed the remainder of her Margarita. He strode over to where Alicia was standing and knelt down, setting her empty glass on the plush carpet.
"Pee," James commanded. He stood. The glass sat on the rug awaiting Alicia's tribute.
A flustered look seized Alicia's face. Suddenly she felt like a captive animal. Tremulously she squatted down over the glass. She hadn't really had to go that badly, and had only spoken of a need in order to distance herself from the suddenly omnipotent James. Nonetheless Alicia spread herself with her fingers and hoped for a bit of urine to make her excuse look real.
Just as Alicia began sprinkling into the glass a waitress walked in. Alicia looked up suddenly, blushing. If the waitress saw her she did not show it. Perhaps she saw scenes like this every night.
"Call a chopper, please," Deliah ordered the waitress. "And tell our chauffeur that he can go on to another assignment now."
"Yes, ma'am," the waitress said smartly, and spun on her heels and left.
Having given all she could Alicia rose from the glass.
"Give it to me," James ordered. Alicia stooped down and picked it up and handed it to him with wide eyes. James swirled the urine in the glass and then made to drink it.
"No! Don't!" Alicia cried. She reached for the glass to stop him. James chuckled.
"Just kidding," James laughed. He tossed the urine into the fire and then put his own penis into the glass. A moment later urine spurted from his rod and began filling the glass.
"Oh, good, I have to go too," Deliah said matter-of-factly. She picked up her own glass and poured the rest of her cocktail into James' nearly empty glass where it sat abandoned on a table. Then she squatted down on the rug to relieve herself. She put her glass underneath her and peed into it. When she had finished James walked over and took her glass from her. He held both her glass and Alicia's in his hands.
The waitress entered, bare breasts bobbling.
"Your helicopter will arrive in ten minutes, Ma'am," the waitress announced. "Is there anything else I can get you?" James walked up to her.
James lifted the first of the glasses of urine. A look of surprise spread over the waitress' face as James spilled the contents of the glass over her right breast.
"We'd like to thank you for your service tonight," James said to the waitress. "From the bottom of our bladders." He then lifted the second glass and poured its tribute over her left breast. The urine dripped from her nipples down onto her apron.
James dropped the first of the glasses as he let the final drops fall from the second onto the waitress' tit. He reached into his pocket and drew forth a hundred dollar bill. He pressed it into the waitress' palm.
"Thank you sir," the waitress said.
"Now go get that young waiter of yours with the celebrated willpower and the red bottom to lick it off," James said of the urinary tribute.
"Yes, sir," the waitress replied. Turning on her heels she scampered from the room.
"Come on girls, let's go see what upper New York has to offer," James said. He turned and took each female by the hand.
"Zip yourself up, darling," Deliah scolded James. "If we're going to take the elevator up to the heliport we'll have to cross back through the main dining room."
"Oh, yeah," James commented. He reached down and took hold of his stiff rod and attempted to stuff it back inside his pants.
"What about me?" Alicia asked in a little voice. Deliah still had her miniskirt, and James, when he got his big thing back in, his pants. "Where are my panties?" Alicia asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry darling, I threw your panties in the fire," Deliah said. "I thought we would disport ourselves here and then just take the restaurant's back exit out to our limo."
"I like you better without panties," James said to Alicia.
"I'm sure you do," Alicia snapped, though in a meek voice. "I need a towel or napkin or something."
"Not if I say you don't," James said. He let go of his wife's hand and grasped both of Alicia's. He drew them behind her back. "I didn't realize you had a thing about public nudity."
"Well, I-I don't, not really..." Alicia stammered.
"Good," James said confidently. "Then I'm going to walk you straight through that restaurant with your lovely little bush fully displayed to anyone who might want to gaze upon it. We're going to break through all your reservations and taboos this weekend."
"I like my reservations," Alicia protested as James opened the door to the room and guided her into the hall.
"So do I," James grinned. Together they walked down the hall, Alicia doing her best to stop them but being relentlessly pushed forward by James.
"James! No! Please!" Alicia cried, but the end of the hall that opened into the dining area of the restaurant grew nearer and nearer. Alicia bit her lip and suddenly she was in the middle of a whole host of strangers. Deliah followed behind.
While no doubt some of the diners in the room had their genitalia bared, it was in all cases discreet, literally under the table. Alicia, on the other hand, was being pressed across the room with her furry mount boldly displayed. Alicia stumbled once, trying now to appear as unruffled as possible, as if she were simply taking a stroll with her paramour. James walked beside her and a little behind. While some might have thought the two simply to be on a stroll, the close observer could see that James' right hand held both of Alicia's in a firm grip behind her back. In addition to the forcible display of her mound of Venus Alicia's nipples were resolutely erect, poking right through her woolen sweater. Indeed the posture which James' grip on Alicia forced her to assume caused her breasts to jut out in all their glory. James himself, meanwhile, had a substantial bulge in his crotch, bringing not a few titters from some of the ladies. Behind them strode Deliah, a bare branch in her hand which she had snapped from a potted pussy willow in the hall. It looked for all the world like a switch for Alicia's bare bottom.
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