Mike and Marsha (M/F, first, enema, anal, spank, sex)
Copyright (C) ReadyOne 2002

I got my first look at the real Marsha through the caf‚
window as walked past on my way to the door.  She
looked up and smiled timidly, then looked away.  In
another minute I slid into the seat across from her.

"Hi Marsha!"  I put my best foot forward and pretended
that I did this all the time.  Marsha and I wanted
similar things, according to our e-mail and IM
conversations, but I admit that I'm nervous when I met
someone for the first time.  There's still some sizing
up of the other party and reading their reaction to
you.  I kept moving, knowing that any anxiety would go
away quickly if we were meant to be together.

"Hello Mike."  She more reserved.  It was nervousness,
not rejection.  I understood the courage it took to
meet real life and the need to expand the comfort zone
to make a net friend into a real life friend.

"Thank you for coming, Marsha.  You're a great girl."
She blushed.  "Has the server been here yet?"

"I think that's her now."  A middle aged woman walked
toward us and gave me an appraising look.

"Hi there."  The server greeted Marsha with
familiarity.  "What can I get you folks to drink?"  she
asked as she turned away from Marsha and gave me her
best smile.  Up close, I could read "Mary" on her name
tag.

"Ice tea, please, Mary."  She turned back to Marsha,
who nodded.  All this told me that Marsha came her
often enough that Mary knew her normal drink, which
apparently was also ice tea.

"Any trouble getting parking?"  I started the small
talk.

"No, I know a couple of kind of hidden places around
back.  I see you got to park on the street."

"I put a quarter in the meter, but that won't quite get
me to 6 o'clock.  If you see a meter maid, please sing
out."

Marsha suppressed a giggle.  "Don't worry.  The city
doesn't pay them to work past 5, so the last hour of
the day is really on the honor system."

I smiled and gave a suppressed chuckle.  "Looks like
we're on your turf down here."

"Yes.  I worked here in high school, and the owner
points me out to the new staff every time I come in.
Model of the work ethic, he says."  Marsha giggled.

"Nice to have friends in high places, people who are
interested in you."

"I get by.  Friends look out for friends."  Mary
materialized again with a couple of large glasses plus
sugar and extra lemons on the side.  "See?"

"Right you are, Marsha.  Here."  I said and passed her
a pen and piece of paper.  I had written the ground
rules on it.

     `I have prepared an experience for you of pleasure
     with intense stimulation.  When it is over you
     will lay exhausted and happy in my arms, and will
     be sore, possibly for several days.  During this
     time you must obey me absolutely, knowing that I
     will not truly harm you and that I will always
     respect your limits and the safewords.  If you
     agree, write on 2 words this note before you
     return it to me.  First is your safeword for total
     stop.  Second is your safeword for ease up or
     rest.'
     
"I have to visit the little boy's room for a minute.  I
hope you don't have to rush off."  I smiled big and
meaningfully, then went to the back and took a while to
wash my hands.  When I returned and sat down.  Marsha
pushed the folded paper across to me.  I opened it to
read `safe-red', `safe-yellow', and `You will let me
make safe-calls at exactly the times I specify,
starting as we leave here.'

"Very good."  I looked Marsha straight in eyes.
"That's how it will be."  She stared back for a few
seconds and then reached out across the table to gather
my hands in hers.

In a moment I felt her start working her stocking feet
up the sides of my leg.  "You don't know what a handful
I can be.  Men have run away from me screaming."  She
tried pushing against my crotch, and I caught her shin
between my legs.

"Feisty, aren't we?  Looks like you are already piling
up demerits."  She stuck out her tongue and wiggled her
foot loose from my grasp.

"My first rule is about doors.  Never go though a door
without getting permission."

"If that makes you happy," she said.

"What did you say?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"  I demanded.

"Yes Sir."

"Be polite and charming, not sullen.  If you are not
always eager to please me then things will happen to
make you eager again."

"Yes Sir."

"Pick out your dinner and then we'll play 20
questions."  And with that, we studied the menu.  When
I looked up, Mary was there.

"Marsha can be a brat.  Swat her bottom when she gets
out of line."  Then Mary turned to Marsha and said,
"You better eat well, honey.  I can tell that you'll
need your strength if you're going up against him
tonight, dearie."

"Greek Dinner, please" requested Marsha.  "And don't
volunteer to help me with him unless you're serious."

"You two go round with each other by yourselves
tonight.  Then you come back and tell me who needs help
with who, sweetie."  Mary turned to me.  "And for you,
Sir?"  With the capital "S".

"You sound like you know what's best for Marsha, and
I'm certain you know what's best in the kitchen
tonight."

"Certainly, Sir.  I'll bring you a Greek Dinner too, if
you please, Sir."

"Make it so, Mary," sounding like I was the captain.

Marsha said, "Excuse me, please, Sir.  May I please go
to the lady's room?"

I leaned over to her.  "Go to the lady's room.  Open
and pass through the doors you need to.  Come back with
the breeze blowing on your pussy."

When Marsha came back she was still wearing a skirt and
pantyhose.  She stopped beside me, opened her purse,
and showed me white panties resting inside at the top.
After a moment, she closed up the purse and moved to
set down.

"Marsha!"  I cut her off, and she froze still standing.
"I want you to show me that neat parking place you have
out back.  Lead out now."

She started back to the restrooms and back door.  When
Mary saw us leaving, I said, "This may take a few
minutes but we will be back to enjoy dinner."  Mary
smiled at me, as if she knew what was going to happen.

Marsha hit the fire bar on the door and walked though.
When we were outside I told her "Go around to the far
side of the car and open the door."  After unlocking
it, she held it open as if for me to get in.

I motioned her to move between the door and the seat.
"Take the pantyhose off, girl."  I stepped up to trap
her between the car seat and the door.

She hiked up her skirt to her waist and held it there.
"See, my panties are off!"

I cupped my hand a bit and stepped forward like I was
throwing and underhand pitch.  My palm slapped against
her pubic bone and fingers slapped her pussy lips.
"They block the breeze.  Now obey!"

Marsha wiggled down her pantyhose almost to her knees,
then set down on the car seat to slip off her shoes and
finish the job.

"Turn over.  Lay face down on the seat with your butt
hanging out the door."

Her rear blossomed below me.  I lifted the skirt and
cracked a hard slap across each cheek.  Marsha knew
what was coming, and didn't even flinch, let alone cry
out.  My handprints stayed visibly pink on her white
skin.

"We haven't even started to eat yet, and you've already
got yourself out in the parking lot for a spanking.
Well this spanking is nothing like the one you are
going to get when we get out of here.  You're being a
brat and flouting my authority."

I whacked the back of her thighs.  "You will be polite,
eager to please, and always do what you are told."

Two more back on her bottom, then I paused a while.
"Obey and there will be pleasure."

I reached between her legs with both hands and spread
them apart enough to see inside her slit.  It was
moist, so I drew my finger across the opening to her
pussy and then reached lower to press it against the
hood of her clit.  While I rubbed it slowly and gently,
I sang Jefferson Airplane:  "Don't you want somebody to
love?  Don't you need somebody to love?  Wouldn't you
love somebody to love?  You better find somebody to
love."  Then I went into a medley:  "Reach out in the
darkness, Reach out in the darkness, Reach out in the
darkness, And you will find a friend."  (Yes, I know
the original was `may' not `will'.)

After I took back my finger, I slapped each side of her
bottom again.  "And don't forget the door rules!"

"Yes Sir!"

"Now we will go back inside, and each stop in the
restroom again.  You will carry your pantyhose in your
hand until Mary has seen them close up.  Now get up and
get going."

Marsha slipped her shoes back on, adjusted her skirt
and started to the caf‚ door.  She paused outside it
while I locked her car and came up beside her.  I
opened the door, and said "Go inside".  She stopped
again before the woman's room door and waited.  I
pushed it open and said, "Go in."  Then I went to the
men's room and washed my hands.  I delayed a little
after coming out and then opened the woman's door
again.  Marsha was standing in front of it, waiting.  I
waited too.  After a bit, she asked, "May I come out,
please sir?"

"Yes you may, my fine lady."

Mary spotted us coming back to the table and brought
the plates over to the table.  When Marsha meekly
showed her the pantyhose, Mary looked compassionately
at her and said, "He's good for you, child."  With a
satisfied smile, Marsha added the pantyhose to her
purse.
Dinner was very good, so we didn't talk much --
standard the comments about how nice the food was, and
what we liked and disliked about food in general.  When
the plates were finished there was more small talk
until after Mary brought coffee.

"Question time, Marsha.  No matter how embarrassed you
feel or how much you don't want to answer, you have to.
This is an interview about your life and you have to
give details.  Tell a story about yourself when ever
you can."

"You collecting black mail?"

"You are collecting more demerits, honey child. But
please me, and you can have the tape after I transcribe
it."

"I get royalties, and I'm not talking about anything
that hasn't past the statute of limitations."  Once a
brat, always a brat.

I ignored her sass for the moment.  "Marsha, you're
good a masturbating, right?"

"True.  Ever since I was a little girl."

"How old were you when you got your first orgasm?"

"I'm not sure.  I had boobs but no period yet.
Twelve?"

"Tell me the story:  when, where, and how."

"I was in my bedroom one Saturday and I itched down
there, so I started rubbing myself through my jeans but
I couldn't quite get the right spot.  I had to
unbuttoned them and put my hand inside my panties
before I could reach the darn thing.  The itch was one
of those that keeps coming back so I never really quit
rubbing.  And for a while, I was pressing pretty hard.
When I started to easy up, I noticed that rubbing
certain places felt good.  The itch faded but I kept on
rubbing until I got a mini-climax.  Of course I didn't
know what it was at the time."

"When did you start masturbating regularly?"

"Not too long after that.  When I was in the shower, I
played with myself, exploring what felt good.  I got
brave and put a finger inside myself as well as rubbing
on my clit.  It didn't take long to figure out that I
was sensitive everywhere from my clit to inside the
opening of my pussy.  I also liked a feeling of being
full or being stretched a bit so I would work 2 fingers
inside.  By hit or miss, I found my g-spot.

"What else did you find that to give you pleasure?"

"I got interested in my nipples too.  At certain times
of the month I could gently brush them and it was like
there was a direct line between them and my clit.  I
often wondered what it would feel like if a boy were
sucking on them.  And I wondered about boys in general,
and if they would be able to make me feel horny, and
what it would be like getting an orgasm while they held
me and kissed me.  I started making up fantasies about
all the things they could do to me."

"Did you masturbate a lot?"

"Yes I did.  My hormones were in flux, and there were
times when I would get horny at the drop of a hat.
Then I'd go for a spell thinking it was no big thing.
But before too long that 'hot & bothered' feeling would
sneak up on me and I'd start in again.  When it was
bad, I'd start before I got up in the morning, just
lying on the bed.  Sometimes I'd do it in the
afternoon, and I'd do it when I took my shower each
night.  And if I had it really bad, I'd do it again
right after I got out of the shower before I went to
sleep.

"Did you ever masturbate in public?"

"I rode horses and was always horny afterwards from
rubbing against the saddle.  One time I was in the
stable after a ride and went to put my saddle back in
the tack room.  I was really needy, and no one was
there, so I straddled a fence rail where we hung
straps.  I just pushed my crotch against it and rubbed
and I got myself off.  Afterwards I was very scared
that someone had seen me, but nothing ever happened."

"Did you ever put things inside you?"

"Mostly my fingers.  I found a couple of things to try
like the handle of a hair brush, but it was cold and
stiff and it was easy to get it in too far or at the
wrong angle, which was uncomfortable.  I like using my
fingers because I could rub harder against my g-spot
when I wanted to.

"Ever stick anything up your ass?"

"Some times I'd soap up a finger in the shower and
slide it in, then use a finger from my other hand
inside my pussy.  It was kind of neat.  Each finger
could feel the other one through the thin skin.  Being
filled in both places was a different kind of feeling.
And pumping a finger in and out my ass hole was a
different kind of feeling than finger fucking my pussy.
But most times, if I were going to play with my ass
hole too, I'd just rub a finger around the rim and go
in just a tiny bit inside.  And sometimes when I was
ready to cum and wanted to feel real filled up I'd
quick push it all the way in hard and my orgasm would
take off like a rocket!"

"Did you ever talk about sex with anyone?"

"Well, my mom told me about orgasms and how good they
felt and that helping myself have them was fun and
something a lot of people did.  She got me a book with
some stuff about how girls and boys get aroused and how
their body works.  I thought the part on pregnancy was
gross, and I wondered if I'd ever let a boy put his
dick inside me.  I guess my mom did a pretty good job
about my education.  Nothing very practical, but at
least I knew what was supposed to be happening."

"Did you ever talk to a girl friend?  Ever talk to
someone with practical experience?"

"Girls don't talk to each other about it too much.  But
I heard a couple of stories about how it was supposed
to hurt and you needed to be in love.  And of course,
we kept track of who was going with whom and especially
loved the scandal when someone got pregnant even if we
didn't know her.  But all we really heard was gossip or
hear-say.  It was high school before anyone had
anything better than 2nd or 3rd hand information."

"Did you ever masturbate with other people watching?
Maybe at a slumber party?"

"A couple of times.  I had a good friend Trisha who
would sleep in a double bed with me when she stayed
over at my house.  I caught her doing it one night.
She probably thought I was asleep.  I probably was,
until she jerked the bed around and made her noises.
When she settled down I teased her, and she teased me
back until I did it too.  Then we giggled the rest of
the night."

"Ever practice kissing with her?"

"We tried it.  It was kind of neat in a way, and we
were most curious about what kissing with tongues would
feel like.  I kept telling myself that I really wanted
to do it with a real boy instead and doing it with
Trisha wasn't sex."

"So how far did your experiments go?"

"We could get each other off.  I suppose you could say
we did a couple of lez scenes, but we didn't think of
it that way when we were doing it.  We told each other
that boys would always be better and that we were just
practicing to see what it felt like.  After a couple of
times we found what would work well for each other, and
we'd do it some times just because doing it felt good."

"So what did it take to get Trisha off?"

"Trisha liked doing things just because she could.  If
they were forbidden or there was a risk of getting
caught she would like doing them even better.
Sometimes she showed a bit of a mean streak, and would
force me to do things.  She liked risk, power, and
control, and she was big enough to get her way.  She is
much taller than I, close to six feet.  Some times
she'd call me her 'little sex slave'."

"Tell me about a time Trisha made her little sex slave
get Trisha off."

"One night I was staying over at Trisha's and we were
sleeping down in the basement.  After we put our
pajamas on and got into bed, she started wrestling with
me and tried to get her hand between my legs.  At first
we were laughing and kidding around.  Then she got
serious and pinned me down on the bed.  She stuck a
foot between my caves and started to pry my legs apart.
I when I realized that she was going to get her hand to
my crotch no matter what I did then I got a little
scared and gave in.  She didn't stop with me when she
got her hand inside -- she my bottoms down and off of
me.  Then she laid across me to hold me down and
started playing with me.  By the time her finger got to
my clit I was very wet and my tummy tingling.

"Trisha finger-fucked me using the thumb and two
fingers of one hand.  The fingers inside me were
rubbing over the sensitive places and her thumb was
pressing against my clit.  The pressure of her pinning
me to the bed and my struggling helplessly was a real
turn-on.  I exploded in record time.  I grabbed her arm
so she couldn't take it away from me and started
wailing and telling her how good it was.

"When it was over, I rolled her over on her back and
lay across her chest like I as trying to hold her down
while I put my hand inside her bottoms and rubbed her
clit.  She squirmed around underneath me like she was
trying to get away, but she didn't really try or she
would have.  Soon her squirms turned into a good long
cum for her too.

"So what's the nastiest thing she ever made you do?"

"Eat her out.  She had me kissing her tits, and then
pushed my head down her stomach.  I didn't want to go
past where her public hair started.  So she put me in a
scissor lock and rolled me on to my back.  Then she
turned around and straddled my head and pushed her
pussy down on my mouth.  She was holding my hands over
my head and promising to smother me unless I started
licking.  I don't know if she came, but after a bit she
slid back down and kissed me to show me what her juices
were like."

"So you were frequent lovers?  Sounds like you enjoyed
being her sex slave."

"It only happened every couple of months.  She'd just
get into some mood and things would happen.  Eventually
she got a boyfriend and spent a lot of her energy
there.  He took her virginity when she got him going
real hard and then he didn't stop.  Serves her right,
play with fire and get burned."

"So when did you loose yours?"

"Summer before my junior year."

"Details, please Marsha."

"Trisha and Dee and I would hang around together.  Dee
was oldest and got her car first.  Harry and Rick and
Tim kind of attached themselves to us, and the six of
us would go over to the church side of the park and sit
in their covered picnic area.  That's where I first got
drunk and smoked my first joint.  As long as the boys
provided we let them come along.  And I thought Tim was
a neat guy.

"Tim and I would sit together on one of the benches,
and I'd snuggle up to him.  One night I had a bad case
of the hands, and just couldn't keep them off of him.
We ended up practicing some kissing, which I really
enjoyed.

"I was pushing my body against his as much as I could,
and I drew my legs up underneath me so I could be a
little higher and reach more of him.  Soon I was on my
knees with my head up next to his and I was rubbing my
boobs against him.  I wanted more body contact, so I
straddled his lap and leaned in against him.

"We put our arms around each other and pressed our lips
together.  When I opened my mouth he opened his and we
undulated like the most passionate kisser in the
movies.  Then he started rubbing my lips with his
tongue, and I did the same back.  We fenced for the
longest time.  I was lost in him and lost in the
moment.  And I remember we ended up with his hands
underneath my thighs opening me up and pulling me
against his erection and rocking me up and down.

We both went home very horny.  I masturbated in the
shower after I got home, and then in bed again before I
went to sleep, and again in the morning.  I relived
every moment and felt the same feelings again and
again, except that I never had to stop before finding
my sweet release!

"The next couple of evenings we did it again, only a
little more each time.  The second night I let him get
a hand under my shirt and my bra open.  The third night
I didn't wear a bra, and I saw that Trisha wasn't
wearing one either.  Dee was kind of flat chested and
often went without one, so we were all keeping kind of
synced up.  Before the evening was over, I noticed that
Trisha had her top off and I heard her make noises like
she did when we got each other to cum.  At school the
next day she told me that she had stuck Rick's hand
down her pants and showed him how to rub her until she
came.

"Now Dee and Harry often seemed backwards.  Dee told us
that Harry had put her hand inside his pants.  She
described how long and hard his cock was, and I
wondered if I could get to see it and feel it too.  I
promised myself that I've have Tim's hard cock in my
hand that evening.

"Dee also said that there was some real slippery stuff
at the top of his dick by his pea hole.  Harry made Dee
get her fingers slick with it and rub around the top
and sides of his dick head.  Soon she said that stuff
was coming out his pea hole and squirting all over.  I
explained to her what the book said about pre-cum,
semen, and ejaculation.  Dee gave flashes of
recognition and was quite proud that she had made him
cum.  She bragged that Harry seemed drained in more
ways than one after he stopped shooting.

"The boys must have talked too.  The next night, as
soon as we were settled in, they took off our tops
before they even kissed us.  Each one looked us over
and said how pretty we were and what good curves we
had.  There was more flattery; you know the old
bullshit.  So I unzipped Tim's pants and reached inside
his fly to let his cock stick out.  It pointed almost
straight up and I could get barely get my thumb and
forefinger closed around it.  I made him play with it
for me a bit, and then I tried to do the same thing to
it that he had been doing.

"Tim kept telling me to go faster, and then to rub
behind the head of his dick.  When I did so, I made him
shoot.  Knowing what was cuming, I kept myself out of
the way.  His first stream went a couple of feet! There
were several shots, maybe six or eight in total.  The
last one was just oozed slowly out to run all over my
hand.  Tim got real droopy after that, and I wiped my
hand against his jeans.

"Then we finally started kissing.  It wasn't too long
before he pressed a hard dick against my belly.  That
boy got ready to go again a lot faster than I though he
could!

"When he started sucking on my nipples they were tender
I made him quit.  He was very disappointed until I
moved his hand to rub on my crotch.  Tim took the hint,
and after rubbing on the outside of me for a bit.  I
positioned myself so he was pressing on my clit.  But
before long I wanted more and unbuttoned the top button
on my pants.  Then I wiggled a bit to make room inside
and lay back against him with his arm around me.

"He started playing with the elastic on my undies, and
then slide his hand down my tummy.  When he got to my
pubic hair he played with it a bit, teasing me good.  I
was sopping wet, and he could feel my wet hairs.
Eventually he finished parting then and moved his
finger moved straight down into my slit and across my
clit.  I gasp, then hugged his arm and started moving
it up and down to keep his finger going across my clit.

"He was trying to find my pussy hole but I first had
him slide the whole length of his finger all the way up
across my clit, then all the way down before going
inside me.  In less than a dozen strokes, I started to
cum.  I still clasped Harry's arm to keep his hand
moving while I moaned and thrashed around.

"When I finished, I let go of his arm and explained to
him that I had just orgasmed and how good it felt for
me to do that.  Then I got off his lap and turned
around so I could reach for his dick.  I cupped my hand
around it and started sliding the skin up and down the
shaft.  While I worked, Tim finished undoing his pants
and lowered them with his boxers so I could have full
access.  I wish that there had been more light so I
could have gotten a good look at it.  I just grabbed on
tight to it and pumped slow to make him feel good.

"While I worked, we looked around to see what the other
couples were up to.  Rick had Trisha lying on a picnic
table with her legs dangling over the edge and feet
resting on the bench.  He had his face between her legs
and I knew what she was having him do to her.  Dee and
Harry had moved off to the other end of the shelter and
we couldn't make out what they were doing.  But what
ever it was, they made noises that let us know they
were doing it very well.

"After Trisha finished cuming, she sat Rick on the top
of the table and sat herself down on the bench to have
lunch.  It looked like she was rubbing Rick against her
lips and cheek, maybe kissing him, or rubbing him with
her tongue.  Before long her face was messy with cum.

"Then Rick looked at Tim and said, 'Why isn't Marsha on
the table?'

"'She needs help.  Come here you two and assist,
please.' With that I found myself being marched over to
the table by Tim on one side and Rick on the other.
Trisha took my pants off when we got there and spread
my shirt on the tabletop and the pants on the bench.
Then the boys them made me kneel on the bench and bend
over the tabletop, face down.

"That was more that I had bargained for.  I didn't know
what was going to happen next and I struggled when the
made me kneel.  I didn't have control any more.
Nothing was stopping the boys from putting themselves
inside me after they had got me in position.  I
struggled harder until Trisha gained my submission by
planting a big slap on my bottom.  The boys still held
my arms but they only needed a single hand to do it.
With the other hand they rubbed my bottom.

"'Go to work on her now, Trisha.  Give it to her good
and when you finish we will take our turn.' Rick said
this as he squeezed and kneaded my ass cheek.  Every
now and then he would pull it aside to expose my tender
rosebud to the air, and I shuddered again with thoughts
of what could happen.

"Trisha stepped behind me and put one hand on the small
of my back.  With the other she started playing me,
finger fucking me good.  After a while, she added a
second finger, and then speed up the in-out movement.
I was exposed and helpless and that was turning me on
like never before.

"She thrust harder and faster and I seemed to feel
everything everywhere.  Even my tits against the table
were finally sending messages of pleasure.  When I felt
a touch on my clit I started to cum again.

"Trisha was always trying to get away with something
new and hopefully risky.  So as I started crying out
that I was cuming, Trisha told the boys to slap my
bottom and give me a spanking for being so loud.  The
first slap stung, but I didn't notice it except as more
stimulation.  With each blow I cried out, and with each
blow I actually went higher.  Even though I was in the
middle of an orgasm and should have been at my peak,
each blow pushed me further along as if I was still
building up to an even greater release.  Finally I
screamed as loud as I could and collapsed.  It blew my
mind and I passed out for a moment.

"When I came to a few moments later, Tim was leaning
over the table with his arm across my back hugging me
to him.  Everyone had stopped touching me except for
Tim's sheltering me.  He kissed me tenderly and told me
it was all OK now.  When I could talk, I told them
about what happened to me.  I could see that Trisha was
a bit taken aback.  I think she was on a power trip for
herself by having me punished and was very surprised to
see that it wasn't punishment but pleasure for me.

"Things broke up quickly after that.  I think everyone
was a bit embarrassed that it had gotten so wild and
wondered if I was going to be mad.  I tried to act like
I was, but when we got together that weekend people
could see that I'd enjoyed it.  Working though what
happened to me is when I first realized that pain and
being forced into submission could pay a big part in my
sexual fulfillment.  And that scared me for quite a
while."

"Interesting history, Marsha.  Did things change
between you and Trisha?"

"Yes and No.  Trisha realized that she liked being in
charge and making people suffer a bit as a sign that
she was in control.  She's a little bit sadistic.  And
she realized that I was complementary to her and would
take what she handed out.  Every now and then she'd try
to dominate me.  While I resisted her, I secretly
enjoyed being overpowered by her.  Every few weeks,
generally when I wasn't expecting it, I'd find her
forcing me into submission.  It fed both out needs."

A lot of time had passed while we talked.  Mary had
come by a couple of times with coffee refills and I
notice that she hung around out of Marsha's line of
sight but with hearing range.  I hope she enjoyed the
stories as much as I did.

"Pardon me, Marsha, but you never did answer my
questions.  How did you loose your cherry?"

"Tim kind of raped me.  Not that I minded.  The next
afternoon we caught up with me after school and had me
walk home with him.  I enjoyed his company, even when
we weren't making out.  When we were away from the
crowd he started talking about Dee and Harry the night
before.  He said he saw Dee setting on top of Harry
bouncing up and down, her tits flying in the air.  Then
he ask me if I though the best position for fucking
would be the girl on top or the boy on top, or
something else.

"I was embarrassed a bit, but he teased and coaxed me
into telling him about a picture that stuck in my
memory.  This girl was laying on a table or something
and the guy was standing between her legs.  He had hold
of an ankle in each hand and was spreading her legs in
a big 'V" and lifting her bottom off the table a bit.
I think it was called 'Rape of the Cossacks'.  She
seemed so helpless and unable to resist.  He seemed to
big and strong and forceful and was making her take his
manhood."

"When we got to Tim's place we went inside and got iced
teas and took them down into the basement where it was
nice and cool.  Tim's dad had fixed up a room in back
for watching TV with an old kitchen table for playing
card and had even plumbed a wet bar in there.  As I was
setting my drink on the bar, I felt the air pressure go
up for a second as Tim closed the door.  His dad had
done soundproofing so the door sealed up to keep the
sound of the TV from escaping to the rest of the house.

"Tim put his drink on the bar beside mine and turned to
face me.  'Come here, lover' he said in a voice that
demanded to be obeyed.  My tummy filled with
butterflies and my knees grew weak as I walked over to
him.  Of course, he took me in his arms and started
kissing me.  I was hot in no time and let him undo the
belt on my jeans.  They were men's size and easily fell
to my feet.  I slipped my sandels off as I stepped out
of my pants.

"From there, I spent a lot of time lost in his arms and
kisses.  I was so into it that I didn't notice when he
opened my shirt and I didn't feel my boobs drop free as
he unhooked my bra.  I only noticed when he paused to
take off his clothes, which made me very nervous as I
realized that he was undressed except for his boxer and
I except for my panties.  I started to worry about not
being able to get away from Tim.

"Tim walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
I'm sure I trembled.

"'Kneel down woman, and take it out' he said in a no
nonsense voice and pushed me.  I quickly dropped and
pulled his boxers down to his ankles.

His cock was not terribly long but it was thick around.
I took it in hand and moved it around to see it all.  I
lifted his balls, and smoothed his public hair back to
see all the way to the base of his dick.  And then I
started pumping it and kissing it and loving it like it
was a long lost friend.  Every time I pictured it
coming at me I felt a mix of fear because it was so
thick and excitement about it rubbing against the
sensitive places in my pussy.  Before long, I just knew
I was going to have his cock inside me.

"Tim reached down and lifted me up with his hands
around my head.  He looked straight into my eyes and
said 'get naked'.  My hands were pushing down my
panties before he had finished getting the words out.

"I backed up towards the table as I pulled them off.
Tim followed me, still holding my face in his hands,
directing me backwards, until my butt hit the edge of
the table.  I put my hands down against the table edge
to boost myself up on it and then found myself almost
flying over backwards as Tim grabbed my butt and
boosted me up himself.

"The man was unstoppable.  He stepped between my legs,
grabbed my head against and drilled down into my
throat.  Bending with me, he pushed me down on my back
still holding my head so I wouldn't bang it when it
hit.  Then he moved is head straight for my nipples,
giving each side equal attention.  But it was hard
attention and I started to get sore.  Why I tried to
tell him, he put a hand over my mouth and commanded
silence.

"Next he laid the side of his cock against my pussy and
stroked it up and down over my clit.  I was already
gushing, and with each pass over my clit my body shook.
Then the inevitable happened.

"Tim leaned down, grabbed my ankles and lifted them up
and apart.  As he stood, his pushed his cock inside me,
all the way to the bottom in one stroke.

"I cried out, but it really didn't hurt.  Tim ignored
me and lifted my feet high and wide and drug my ass to
the very edge of the table.  Then all I felt was his
stroking in and out and pounding himself against my
clit.  The tension grow incredibly quick.  I couldn't
help but moan with each stroke.  Quickly they became
gasps as I started almost immediately to cum.

"The waves came on an on.  The orgasm never stopped.
After I got used to the intensity I felt Tim pound my
clit with another stoke and I was pushed into an even
higher one.  I heard someone like myself moaning
nonsense words about dying and calling out to my mother
and deity.  I was still shaking and cuming when the
sensations stopped and the harness inside me softened.
I realized that Tim had cum too.

"'Damn, that was good Marsha.  Was it good for you too?
I'm glad I jacked off before last period or I'd never
have made it last so long.  Did you cum, Marsha?'

"'Tim,'" I said, "'that was my very first time.  I
don't know whether to kill you or become your love
slave.  If you couldn't tell how hard I was cuming then
you don't care shit about me.'

"'Marsha, I was scared too.  I've always dreamed of
doing it with a girl, and when you started making out
with me last week I planned and dreamed for this moment
over and over in my head.  I wanted to make it the best
I could for you, and to make you want to do it again
and again with me.  I'm just scared that you won't have
me anymore or that you'll get me into trouble.  I think
I love you Marsha."

"'A girl likes to hear that, especially when it could
be true', I said.

"Then I noticed a tiny tear in the corner of Tim's eye.
'Come here lover' and I raised my arms to him and
cradled him inside them.  'Everything is all right.
You were wonderful.  You made me cum for a long time.
It's OK Tim.  We're together and everything will be
fine.' I kissed him, and mothered him a bit.  'I do
need to check in at home.  We need to get dressed now,
Tim.'

"Tim stood up totally revived and had his hard on back
before he finished fastening his jeans.  He walked me
over to my house and we sat on the porch for a bit
before he left, just quietly being together with each
other.

"And when I realized that Tim and I had had unprotect
sex, I got the courage to tell my mom that night.  The
next day she had me on the pill.  Since then I've
always enjoyed my sexuality, kinks and all."

"OK Marsha, it's time to make you call.  Before you do,
it will take maybe twenty minutes to get over to my
place."  I took out another piece of paper with my
address, phone number, and car description then gave it
to her.  "After we get there and you make another call,
I want your undivided attention for an hour, so plan
you calls accordingly please.  Go make your call, and
then drive around front and you can follow me."

Marsha took off for the phone and I took the check up
to the register where Mary met me.  "Did you learn
anything interesting this evening?"  I asked her.

Mary blushed.  "I always wondered how she got started."

Mostly because she was a very likable person, I tipped
her generously when I paid the bill.  "I'll do my best
to see Marsha happy tonight.  If everybody doesn't have
fun then nobody wins."

"I hope our paths cross again.  I'd like to hear more
about the things you do.  I think I'd find them very
exciting.  Come find me here sometime, and I'll buy you
a drink when I get off."

On impulse, I pulled a card out of my wallet as I put
my change away.  "I'd enjoy talking to you too, Mary.
Feel free to call me," I said as I handed her my
universal card.  "And we'll buy each other the drinks."

I'm always interested in making friends.  I'm not in a
solid relationship at the moment and I don't hide one
woman from another.  In the end, honesty works best.
Some day I hope that I make a friend who becomes a
lover and good companion.  When that happens, I'll
concentrate on her and see if we are soul mates.  Until
then, my goal is more new friends as well as getting to
know my old ones better.

Marsha was at the phone when I finished at the cash
register so I waited to see what she did when she
needed to pass through the door.  She stopped at the
back door and looked around.  When she saw me she
raised her eyebrows with the question.  I nodded
permission, gestured at the back door, and then when
through the front.  Less than half an hour later, she
was standing in front of the door on my porch as I
unlocked it, again waiting for permission to pass
through.  Good girl, I thought.

As soon as we were through the door I told her to use
the phone in the front room while I went back into the
kitchen to fix a couple of drinks for us.  When I
returned, she told me that the next check call would
come to this place in half an hour.  She remained
standing beside the phone, waiting for instructions.

My plans for Marsha were flexible.  I was prepared for
a lot of things and thought I'd pick and choose what
appealed to me at the moment.  Actually, I was so horny
from hearing her stories in the caf‚ that I wanted to
fuck her on the spot.  Instead, I walked over to the
thermostat and pushed the temperature up a few degrees
to make it more comfortable without clothes.

In the front closet I had hung a couple of robes.  I
led Marsha there by the hand and started to undress
her.  I hung her jacket, skirt, and blouse in the
closet.  Her bra went into her purse and her purse went
on the floor underneath where her clothes hung.  I took
a robe out and tossed it over the banister.  Stepping
behind her back, I removed my cloths and put on the
second robe.

"Into the living room for inspection."  Marsha walked
in like a fashion model, one foot directly in front of
the other, and then stood in the classic female
position, right leg turned out and right foot heel at
the middle of the left foot perpendicular to it.  I
walked around her several times, stroking her skin,
kneading her buns, lifting her hair and kissing the
back of her neck, raising her boobs and tasting her
nipples.  Her pubic hair was trimmed very short and her
enlarged pussy lips were clearly visible.

"Spread your feet," which she did, "and put your hands
above your knees."  I looked at her boobs hanging down
and reach under them to lightly rub the nipples with my
palm until they really hardened.  Then I lightly
pinched the areolas and slid my fingers down the tits
and pull on them lightly along before letting them slip
through.

Then I went into the bathroom and put a couple of
things in the pocket of my robe, including a small tube
I had filled with olive oil.  Returning to find Marsha
still in the same position was encouraging.  I went
behind her and spread her ass cheeks and blew on her
rosebud.  She shivered.

I put a couple of drops of oil on my finger and touched
it to her puckered hole, rubbing it around the ring and
pushing well into the center with my finger tip.  After
putting another couple of drops on my finger, I
returned to her back door and started to push against
it.  Marsha bore down and it started to bloom, showing
an inset of pink between my finger and the dark brown
center.  I slowly pushed in, trying to lubricate
everything as well as possible.  I played with the ring
to try and give Marsha good sensations as well as to
make the ring loosen up.

"How far open can you stretch, Marsha?"

"Maybe two plus inches if you take you time, Sir.  I
don't really know my hard and fast limit."

I withdrew to put some more oil on my forefinger and
included the other fingers on my hand.  I wasn't going
to really push her, but get a feel (so to speak) about
how fast and easy she would open up.

One finger went easily back in.  Adding a second finger
took 5 or 10 seconds before she relaxed it enough that
I could move them in and out with ease.  Some twisting
and drilling enabled a third finger to enter in a
minute later.  Marsha held me firmly but could still be
stretched some.  I withdrew, and then plunged a single
finger in as deep as I could.  As is often true, she
had a load accumulating into the drop position.  I took
a hand towel out of another pocked and wiped us off.
Then I spread the robe I'd thrown on the banister on
the floor in front of Marsha.

"Lay on your back and put your hands under your head.
You may squeeze your legs together as much as you want
while I'm gone but don't otherwise touch yourself."
Then I went back to the bathroom to wash up and mix an
enema.  I did a full two quarts, wondering how much I'd
actually use.  My favorite recipe uses Gatorade.  Helps
keep the electrolytic balance and has a little glucose
for energy.  And, it tastes good.

When I quietly returned to the living room, Marsha's
face was contorted in frustration and her hips were
rolling back and forth as she squeezed her legs
together best she could.  I suspected that I was just
in time or she would have gone over the edge.

"Stop now, Marsha, and get those knees high and wide
apart.  I grabbed a couple of pillows off the chairs
and then rolled her up into the air as high as I could
to stack the pillows under her.  When I let go of her,
her butt was about a foot off the floor.

On my hands and knees, I inspected her.  Her clit was
relatively large.  A lot was hidden but the exposed
part was easy to find and cover with a fingertip.  Bits
of white mucus lay inside her lips, which is a sign of
being at the fertile time of the month, which is also
the wettest time and often the horniest time of the
month for a girl.

Her vagina looked barely open and the opening wasn't
more than half and inch deep.  My finger slipped in
very easily.

"Grasp my finger tight as you can."  Marsh made a
movement that pulled everything up inside her a bit and
let me feel more resistance.

"Good girl, Marsha.  Keep practicing your Kegels."  I
probed and traced rings around her cervix and across
the rough place where the g-spot is.

"How far open can you stretch, Marsha?"

"Sir, I've been fisted before.  It was tight and took a
lot of work, but it was worth it Sir!"

I withdrew and added a second finger.  She was tight
enough for good friction.  I placed my thumb on her
clit and started rubbing against the top inside of the
pussy.  I quickly found her g-spot again and it didn't
take long for it to start smoothing out.  A look at
Marsha's face told me was back on the edge again.  I
withdrew again before she started to cascade.

"Do you want orgasm after orgasm, or shall I save them
all up into a couple of really big ones?"

"I'll take as many as you will let me have, Sir.  It
doesn't take me long to get started on the next one.
Please Sir, I want to cum over and over again.  Right
now I feel like I can never be satisfied, Sir."

"On you knees, tail up, woman."

Marsha scampered into position, and I plunged my
fingers into her until she started cuming.  But I
didn't try to keep her going more than a few seconds.
Small but enjoyable, leaving a desire for more.

"Put on the robe and follow me into the bathroom."

When she saw the enema bag laying out she inquired,
"Which position do you use, Sir?"

"Simm's, head toward the door."  Marsha lay down on her
left side and drew her leg up.  She'd obviously done
this before.

I hung the bag from a drawer handle and hooked up a
straight nozzle to the hose.  Then I took the clamp in
one hand and aimed the nozzle at her mouth.  "Open up"
I said, and when she did I let a bit squirt into her
mouth.

"Gatorade!"  she said, and I gave her a look of
displeasure.  "Sir."  She added and then I smiled.

"Suck on it, dear" and when she had her lips around it,
I pushed the nozzle in and out and rolled it around to
get it wet with her spit along its full length.  This
wasn't strictly necessary, but I thought was a nice
touch.  I raised her robe and slid the nozzle inside
her.  There was still enough oil so that it went
gently; the spit was mostly for show.  I started the
flow at the lowest rate.

Something in the back of my mind made me look at the
clock.  The safe call was due soon.  As I went to get
the portable phone I though about how good the timing
was since Marsha would still be accepting fluid when
the call came.  I set the phone down beside her and
then started rubbing her lower back and massaging her
abdomen, working the water down and around in the
piping.

When the phone rang, I said "How about an hour, or
ninety minutes?", punched the talk button and handed it
to her.

Marsha carried on a conversation, explaining that she
was getting an enema.  She told how I had inspected her
and recounted the questions I'd asked the restaurant.
It sounded like her caller then speculated on what I
might do next.  Marsha got enthused listening to
suggestion before saying that she'd call back before 2
hours were up and signed off.  She handed the phone to
me, and a grimace flashed on her face for a moment.

"How do you consider the cramps, Marsha?"

"They are part of the experience, Sir.  I've had
punishment enemas where I cried from the pain, but I
deserved it Sir and I took it the best I could Sir.  An
enema with little twinges just makes me feel good,
Sir."

I stopped the flow as the bag was mostly emptied.

"How much volume have you taken?"

"Two quarts is about right, Sir.  I've been punished
with at least twice that plus I don't know how much
phosphate.  I will be an extra good girl to avoid going
through that again, Sir!"

Marsha's belly bulged, but it was an even bulge.  I
opened the nozzle to let the rest of the bag drain into
her.

"Are you punished much, Marsha?"

"No Sir.  Being in the hands of a sadist is mean and
isn't fun for me, Sir, unless I can zone out.  I want
stimulation to push me into harder and longer orgasms,
please Sir.  When you spank me, I want it to be because
I've been a bad girl, Sir, or because you see that it
is turning me on."

"Ever get maintenance spankings, Marsha?"

"A couple times, Sir.  I was being generally bitchy and
they were what I needed at the time.  I trust you, Sir,
to give me what I need when I need it."

"That I shall do, Marsha."  I removed the hose and put
the bag in the sink.

A cramp came again, and I started massaging again.
I've found that he only thing that helps cramps is
pressure, lots of it.  Push back against the cramping
muscles.  When Marsha's tummy relaxed, I asked "Are you
ready?"

"What ever you decide, Sir."

I took the hint that she was ready to expel.  But I
wanted it to see what she could get out of it besides a
bunch of shit, so I pushed her leg up a high as it
would go and reached through her legs to gently massage
the hood of her clit.  When the next cramp came I
rubbed hard, then suddenly stopped as I realized she
was going to cum on me.

"Mount the throne, princess" I ordered.  "Set back and
spread those legs as wide as you can".  Marsha leaned
forward in her seat, almost touching her boobs to her
knees to get positioned.  "Hold it until you're really
good and ready, child."  Then I put a hand on the back
of her neck and reached between her legs to rub her
clit.  I pressed the side of her head against me and
stroked her hair for a moment.

"Talk to me, child.  Where are you?"

"Keep going, please, Sir.  I'm getting there fast."
Marsha paused a bit and then started up again.
"Another one's coming, Sir.  I'm going to explode this
time and I won't be able to stop it!"

I pressed firmly and rubbed fasted.  Marsha gave 4
sharp cries, "ah, Ah, AH, AH!"  each louder than the
last.  The last was a long wail accompanied by a blast
of water into the toilet punctuated with thuds as the
solid matter hit the water.  My hand felt cold on one
side and warm on the other.  I had been splashed from
below and peaed on from above as Marsha emptied
herself.

She reached out and grabbed my robe and tried put get
her arms all the way around me.  Her body shook as it
clung to me and I kept working her clit.  Another spasm
came with a second expulsion, and after Marsha's body
relaxed I stopped fingering her.  She pressed the side
of her face against my robe to dry a couple of tears.

Her happy face smiled up at me.  "Thank you, Sir.  I've
never orgasmed like that before.  When I started
expelling my insides all seemed to be going outside,
and cunt was pushing and contracting and pulsing just
as much as my bowels were, Sir.  Together they were
ripping me apart but I didn't care because it felt so
good.  Thank you, Sir."

"Sit here until you finish.  We don't want to leaking
all over the place later."  I started running water in
the sink and got a warm washcloth ready.  After Marsha
expelled one more time, she stood up, flushed and took
the wash cloth from me.  I turned on the shower while
Marsha put the seat down and boosted her leg up on it
to give me a show of cleaned herself up a bit.

We washed each other's hair, soaped each other all,
hugged and kissed frequently.  Near the end I was
standing behind her with my arms around her and trying
to keep hold of two very slippery tits.  With the soap
all over them, it didn't matter how hard they got, I
just couldn't hang on.  But I'm sure Marsha enjoyed me
trying.  I ended up with my hands clasping her boobs to
pull her back against me, pressing my very hard cock
against her back.

Marsha leaned her head back and up toward my ear.
"This one's for you" she said, and then reached out for
the soap.  I wasn't surprised when moved me to the back
of the shower, and started soaping up my dick.  I
figured that she could do a great hand job and expected
her to get me off pretty quick.

But as soon as she had me rock hard and well lathered,
she turned away from me and got her butt out of the
water.  Lifting her leg a bit, she pushed a good
handful of suds up her ass crack and used a finger to
get inside her poop shoot.  Then she backed up against
me and pushed me to the wall.  When I was pinned, she
reached through her legs to catch my cock and aim it
against her back door.  Marsha easily impaled herself
on my slippery cock with one firm push.

I was pleasantly surprised.  "The gift of your
wonderful ass! I shall ream it good, Marsha!"  Grabbing
her hips and adjusting our position a bit, I gave the
rallying cry "Hang on now!"  She grabbed the handles on
the soap dish and shower door while I started slowly
stroking in and out, savoring the very tight feeling of
the muscles in her anal ring.  Anal sex is something
different for both parties.  When it's good, it's very,
very good.  I like mine slow so I can last longer.
Women need longer to cum too, but they can and they say
when they do that it's another totally different kind
of orgasm.

In and out I moved, almost full length, feeling her
tight squeeze flow up and down my shaft.  Marsha
adjusted herself so that I wasn't pushing uncomfortably
against anything but following the natural body cavity
that felt best to her.  Soon she was grunting with each
stroke so I paused to see if she was hurting.

"It's just fine, Sir, I like it this way.  Keep going,
you're hitting the right spots.  I'm ready for anything
you have to give me, Sir."

I picked up the pace and stopped worrying.  At the
limit of my thrust I could feel resistance and hear
Marsha gasp or groan.  When I saw Marsha's hand move
from the soap dish handle to her pussy I speeded up a
little more.  Before long I felt a pulsing in her
rectum, particularly with her anal ring.  The girl was
hitting orgasm again.  She was unbelievable.  Only one
other person I'd ever met seemed to be able to get an
orgasm so quickly from rear entry.

From then on it was just a question of when and how
much I'd shoot.  My first ejaculation was the best I'd
had in ages and the quantity I pumped down my dick was
super high volume.  As I felt the rush I remembered to
keep my partner informed.  "I'm cuming in your ass now,
dear.  I'm shooting wads and wads inside you.  Each
stroke I make is filling you with my seed.  Marsha you
are so smooth and tight.  I'm still cuming.  I love
your ass Marsha.  I want to pound it again and again.
There goes another shot, Marsha.  I'm almost through.
Just the twitches are left now."

I started to slow down for withdrawal, but Marsha
pushed me back against the wall.  "I'm still cuming
too.  I just love to be filled by you Mike, by your
long cock, by your hot sperm, I can feel it inside me,
Mike.  Just let me come down slow and easy."

After another pause her hand went back to the soap dish
handle.  "You don't have to go right away.  Wait until
you get limp enough for me to push you out.  It's a
neat feeling to have my pooper filled.  I like it."

Just for the fun of it, I pushed her hips forward a
couple of inches so that I could try stroking again.  I
could tell that I wasn't stiff, but I was still fat.
As long as I didn't get most of the way out, I wasn't
going to be expelled.  So I took a couple of strokes
every now and then until I saw Marsha's arm shake once.
She was getting tired, so I very slowly backed out
until she took over the job of ejecting me.  When I did
pop, I stood up and lifted her up into another embrace
and quick play of tongues.  We washed up again and the
shower ended with us wrapping each other in towels.
Marsha used the hair dryer while I went to get the next
game started.

When Marsha came out of the bathroom her hair was soft
and fluffy again and she looked radiant in her robe.
Her gaze reached the table where I had wound several
pieces of rope into spirals.  It was soft as silk and
large half-inch diameter.

"Are you willing to be tied, lover?"

"Do I trust you, lover?"

"I'll keep your hands free.  I wasn't thinking about
restraint but stimulation."

"Restraint is stimulation.  What's different with your
bindings?"

"I weave a good chastity belt."

"OK, I think I know what's coming.  Tell me my safe
word and show me some scissors."

"'Safe-red' to stop, 'Safe-yellow' to slow.  In fact,
I'm tuned to react if I hear 'safe-' anything."  Then I
handed her some bandage scissors on the other side of
the table that had escaped her notice."

Marsha knelt down and said, "I'm ready, Sir."

I stood and pulled her up by the hand.  "Arms in the
air."

She reached for the sky and clasped her hands above her
head.  I don't know what she was thinking when she put
her hands together, since I'd agreed not to tie them,
but the position worked great for putting on the first
rope.  I put a loop around her chest about 2 inches
from the bottom for her breasts and wound 5 turns
upward to be snug under them before I reached the end
of the rope and tied it off with the knot just off
center from her spine.

"Hand by your sides."  I did the same thing with my
second rope placing it a few inches below her shoulders
so her upper arms were firm against her ribs and the
rope at the top of her breasts.

I took my shortest rope, doubled it up and passed an
end under the lower band and evened it out.  After
crossing them around each other a couple of times I
made a 'V' and tied them behind her neck to make a
sling that pulled up on the lower band and lifted her
boobs up.  Marsha smiled at my improvised bra.

This rig just provides pressure and doesn't really
confine.  The rope around the shoulders is easily
worked up off by shrugging the shoulders and moving the
arms back and forth.  And of course, the lower arms and
hands can move freely anywhere from the elbow down.

"Your boobs are now Japanese pearls.  The Cherry takes
a bit of adjustment, so tell me when it's in a place
that feels good to you."

I doubled up a rope about 3 feet from the end and tied
the doubled part it just above Marsha's hips.  I used a
slipknot where the doubled end pushed through the knot
below her belly button to leave a loop for attaching
things later.  With the long loose end I went straight
down through her crotch, between her ass cheeks, around
the waist rope at he spine, and back through her crotch
to her waist again.  I put it through the loop I left
and tied it in another slip knot.

I could adjust both the waist and crotch.  "Wiggle
around a bit and settle your waist band on your hips
where you want it carried."  We worked so that she got
the right amount of stimulation from it.  "Next time
I'll rig it so there are a couple of knots to push on
the right places."

I had two ropes left, so I wound each one around a
thigh and put the knot on the outside.  I left a couple
of feet of rope free so I could bring it up and tie it
to the waist band just like garter belt holding up
stockings.

"How's that for a chastity belt?  Maybe it should be
called an anti-chastity belt.  I bet that wearing one
of these could get you so hot and bothered that you
would be driven to be unchaste."  Marsha laughed.  "Or
maybe it really works by helping you get off so you
aren't driven to be unchaste!"

"How about both?"  she joked.

"How about both, what?"

"How about both things happening.  After you give
yourself a few orgasms you want one from a hard dick so
bad you go out and rape the first guy you see?"

"How about both, Sir."  I corrected her.  "You know,
your vocabulary is slipping.  I do believe some
correction is going to be needed."

Marsha got sassy.  "I don't need no stinking
corrections."

"Obviously to me, you do.  Think about how I can punish
you when we get back."

"I know how you can punish me.  But where are we
going?"

"Get on the horn and tell your guardian angle that we
are going down to Basken-Robins at The Square.  We'll
get some ice cream and I'll show you off a bit.  We
should be back before an hour is up.  Will that work
ok?"

"I think so.  Let me see if she's busy."  Her comment
sounded a bit odd to me, but I ignored it and motioned
at the phone.  Marsha went over and started her call
and I went off to find something besides jeans for her
to wear.  I came back with a couple of housecoats.  I
think they're called that, but they look like front
button dresses to me.  I've always liked front button
dresses since they give such good access.

"Try these on and wear the one you like best."  As I
tossed them to her, I realized a small complication.
Bound shoulders wouldn't work to well with a dress.
"No, first let me redo your top so you can get your
arms through the sleeves."

Marsha looked at the dresses while I went to get to
more short pieces of rope.  Then I took off the
shoulder band and replaced it under her arms instead of
over.  The two pieces of rope went one on each side to
pull the bands together and squeeze the boobs top to
bottom as well as bottom to top.

After holding them against her, Marsha put on the one
that seemed closer to her size.  She knew better than
to put on anything else but the dress.

"I'm ready if you are.  We should go to Baskin-Robins
last.  Is that a problem?"

"No, sweetheart.  The only problem you're going to have
is when we get back home for some discipline."  The
brat sealed her fate by sticking out her tongue at me.
I kissed her, and when she pushed it into my mouth I
caught it with my teeth for a moment.

"You be careful with that tongue of your, girl."

There are a bunch of smaller stores at The Square,
anchored by a drug store and a grocery.  I liked the
bookstore they had there because it kept a good stock
of used science fiction.  They had a good coffee house,
and couple of boutiques catering to cat lovers and
porcelain collectors and a game store that always had a
bunch of older kids and young single adults playing
Magic or something at the tables in back.

We drove over in my car and parked at Baskin-Robbins
end.  I started us strolling out into the neighborhood
and looped around the grocery store side.  As we
wandered among the shoppers, I kept making comments
like "Do you think she can tell what you're wearing?",
"Does that guy look like he would appreciate your
kinkiness?"  The rope necklace caught a couple of eyes
but they didn't linger long enough."

In the back of the drug store I had her undo a top
button and fold the labels to lay on the outside of the
"V".  If someone got a side view into Marsha's dress
they would see that the rope went all the way down.  I
view from the top would show the band above her
breasts.

Finally we reached the Baskin-Robbins.  The girl who
dished up the ice cream gave us an odd look as she
handed the yogurt cone to Marsha's extended hand, then
cheerfully fixed mine and took our money.  I'm sure she
saw the bindings as Marsha's dress fell open a bit on
one side.

There were two other girls setting at a table in the
shop.  We sat next to them and heard them talking about
what I hunk the second guy on the counter was.  He made
a point to stop at their table to "see what else he
could do for them" and we listened to a couple of
double entendres between the three of them.

I whispered in Marsha's ear.  When he comes over, lean
forward so he gets an extra good look."

The guy was polite, and after he left the girl's table
he turned to our for a perfunctory "Are you doing OK?"
It was fun to see him do a double-take and then linger
as long as he could gazing down the top of Marsha's
dress.  Marsha's face started to turn red but she
didn't lean back or close up.  Good girl!

The guy went and started quietly talking to his co-
worker as we finished up.  "Marsha, what do you think
he's telling her?"  I ask.

"He's talking about me, I'm sure.  I hope I gave him a
good wet-dream!"

After we got up to go, I turned to the girls at the
table beside us.  "Have a good evening ladies.  We
enjoyed setting next to you" They suppressed their
giggling until we were half way to the door.

Back in the car I announced, "Pilot to co-pilot:
mission accomplished, returning home."

Marsha giggled.  "That was fun.  But we should have
bought some things at the grocery store."

"We can't do everything in one night.  Tonight I'm just
going to paddle your bottom and send you home."

"No too hard, I hope."

"Just wait until you are inside, young lady.  Now be
quiet and think about what's coming to you.  I'm going
to make you confess you sins and take your punishment.
Until then I don't want to hear another word from you!"
Back inside the house I told her to check in, and went
to take a leak.  When I got back she said "No answer; I
need to try again in a bit.  May I please go to the
bathroom, Sir?"

"I'm going to watch how you do it with your belt on.
Get."  I followed her and watched her sit down and pull
the rope aside a bit.  She still got it wet though, and
the large amount of TP she grabbed didn't get it
completely dry.

"Would you rather have a sore bottom first, or a sore
pussy first and sore butt last?"  I thought that she'd
put off her punishment as long as possible, but Marsha
is a surprising girl.

"Paddle me now, fuck me later" came with the biggest
smile she could put on her face.

"That's the last insolence I'm taking from you tonight!
You have totally forgotten you manors.  The least you
can do is call me 'Sir.' You're just getting too
familiar with me.  You won't even wait for me to be
polite and open a door for you.  This will stop young
lady.  Now Stand Up!"

She rocketed to her feet.

"Go into the kitchen and look in the drawer by the
stove.  Bring me back a wooden spoon and the plastic
spatula.  Get!"

Marsha fled into the kitchen and I heard the drawer
yanked open followed by some rummaging around.  I
walked into the living room to pick out a chair.
Before I'd finished savoring the various possibilities,
she came back and sprang to attention before me, one
instrument in each hand.

"Set those on the coffee table."  She instantly
deposited them and jumped back to stand at ram-rod
stiff attention.  I walked behind her and gazed at her
behind.  My dick started getting hard again, and I
enjoyed the feeling for a few minutes while I let
Marsha sweat.  But I didn't want to be very aroused
when I paddled her, so returned to the question of what
to do where.  The answer was, three instruments, three
locations.  Problem solved.

"Marsha, I really don't want to give you this licking,
but I think it's the only way that you're going to
learn.  You bottom is going to hurt when we're through
but rest assured that my hand and my heart will hurt
too.

"I know you can be a demure, decent lady who wants to
be eager to please and who will always show respect.
You've done it before.  Why have you so disappointed me
by not continuing it through the evening?

"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha."  I swung my head slowly.
"The best thing you can do right now is to repent and
confess.  But first I'm going to get started helping
you adjust your attitude.  Come here and look me in the
eye.

"Do you understand that you've done wrong?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you understand that you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes Sir."

"Is there any reason why I shouldn't paddle your bottom
until the tears flow?"

"No Sir.  I will accept the punishment you have for
me."

"Go lay down on the couch, bottom up, and stretch you
hands and feet out as far as you can."  She went
straight to her appointment and even left room for me
to sit beside her.

This was to be a warm-up so I used my hand and started
slow and gentle.  I rubbed her bottom.  I gently moved
the cord between her legs around to rub against her in
both places.  I returned to rubbing on her bottom and
zeroing in on a spot where I gently laid the first one.
It took a couple of minutes to get to where my hand
felt a sting, the signal that it was time to wait a
bit.

"Marsha, go try your phone call again."  I went to get
a long box filled with supplies and Marsha slowly went
to the phone.

Coming back I overheard her part of the conversation.
"You really were there!"  "What did you think of him?"
"Did you see the ropes he had me in?"  "We'll talk
later about introducing you."  "I think I'll be out of
here in another hour, two at the most unless he lets me
spend the night."  "I'll keep you posted."  "Got to go
now, my bottom's been warmed up for a real spanking."
"Bye".

I made a bit of noise and finished coming into the room
with the box.  The bottles of lotion inside were what I
really wanted from the box, but I took out the flogger
and board of education and laid them on the table for
show.

"On your knees in front of me, girl!"  Marsha come over
quickly, knelt, and bowed her head to the floor.

"Confess you sins, Marsha."

"Forgive me Sir for I have sinned.  I have disobeyed
your rules, Sir.  I have been disrespectful in my
address, Sir.  I have been indecent, Sir, and I have
not been a demure lady.  I have risen out of my place
and been presumptuous to you, Sir.  I have not been
always eager to please you, Sir.  Please forgive me,
Sir."

"Raise your bottom in the air and I will deliver 10
strokes to you.  Do not flinch or move, woman! After
each one you will thank me by saying 'Thanks you Sir
for my 1st stroke' counting up to the tenth."  She
hoisted it up right away, and I rubbed it and pushed
the rope into her crack as far as I could.

The spatula was a wide almost straight nylon one useful
for omelets.  It could sting over a broad area, but I
left and very brief imprint with my first swap and
waited as Marsha intoned the formula.

Please understand that I'm not a wimp.  I can bring it
down hard, and I have.  But this was really an erotic
spanking in disguise, and I had another thing I want to
do to Marsha which I didn't want a lot of pain to mess
up.  So I pulled the swats.  I know she felt them, and
she was red at the end, but they were the lightest I
thought I could get away with.

I'd watch and see what she would want in a real
punishment spanking and try to make it perfect from her
point of view the next time.

"Marsha, I forgive you.  Rise up and sin no more."

"Sir, I want to make restitution, please Sir."  Marsha
grabbed me with both arms and planted a big kiss on me.
In the middle of it I felt her hand drop so massage my
dick though my pants.

"Mmmm.  Feels good, Marsha."  She kissed me again, lots
of tongue.  Again in the middle of it her hand left my
dick and started unbuckling my pants.  She kept going
like this until I was out of my clothes and pumping my
cock again.

"Mmmm.  Your cock feels good to me, Sir."  I let her
work a bit more.  She started rubbing it against the
rope through her crotch.  "Sir, this chastity belt had
been very effective Sir.  If you would give me
permission I would rape the first guy I see.  Sir."

I appreciated the suggestion but I didn't want to
surrender control so soon.

"Stop that now, Marsha.  Take a step back."  She did so
and I untied the crotch loop of her chastity belt.  Her
thigh bindings were loose and would have been down at
the ankles long ago if they hadn't been tied to the
waistband, and I took those off.

Taking the crotch rope, now hanging from her waist, I
pulled her over to the padded armchair.  She stood at
the side, facing into the middle while I went around to
the far arm and dropped the rope across a couple of
throw pillows on the seat cushion and then over the arm
in front of me.

Smiling at her, I reached my arms across to rest on her
shoulders.  I ran my fingers up through her hair a
several times, pulling it back and playing with it.
Still leading her on, I gathered a pigtail in each hand
and pulled her head towards mine for another kiss.  She
leaned over and I lightly brushed her lips.

Then gazing into her eyes, I said "We're not through
yet" and pulled her head forward and down against a
throw pillow.  I was aiming for surprise, and I got it.
I leaned over her back and put a nice stinging slap on
each cheek.  "Stay there until I let you up!"

Marsha stayed frozen in place while I went around to
her backside.  I opened the box and took out the
lotions then picked up the spoon.

"Spanking is a VERY hard job to do right.  Most
spankers are afraid to hurt the spankee.  They can't
bear to cause real pain.  Then others will go full out
and take out their rage on the spankee who has been
known to need medical attention afterwards.  A good
spanker keeps control of the instrument and the
spankee.  They are a tour director taking the spankee
to an agreed destination and returning safely.

"Marsha, I understand that you can take pain after you
are warmed up to it.  I know that you've been
disappointed when you couldn't get spanked hard enough
and scared that someone would spank too hard.  It's
very hard to trust a spanker you haven't known for a
long time.

"I think you're a wonderful girl, Marsha, and deserve
the best experience I can give you.  But I don't want
to really want you to be in overriding pain tonight and
avoiding sitting tomorrow.  I have something else I'm
going to do to you instead, and it could be just as bad
as a good spanking.  But a truly hard spanking will not
be given tonight.

"I do want you to know that I can deliver a spanking to
your order.  We can talk about how hard and how long
and where and with what later and I'll spank you well
another time.

"Now I'm going to sting you good to let you see that I
am not afraid to go along with you as far as you
decide.  Prepare yourself."

Again I started by rubbing with my hand.  Then I pushed
Marsha's feet apart even though it lowered her bottom
some.  I stepped in close and used two hands, one to
massage the bottom and the other to enter her pussy and
rub her g-spot.  When it turned smooth I withdrew and
picked up the spoon.

I went low on her bottom, alternating sides, ramping up
from medium to hard.  She cried out with the last
couple and I stopped, hoping that I'd done a good job
of advertising, without chasing the customer away, so
to speak.

Immediately I had the bottle of Aloe Vera open and the
cold lotion on her skin.  I slathered it around and
tried to get all the pain sensors in her top layer of
skin closed off from the air.  Then I went around where
she could see me and started massaging her neck and
shoulders and occasionally stroking her.  When I
stroked her cheek, Marsha reached out and grabbed my
finger in her mouth and sucked hard on it for a while,
milking it with her tongue.

"Are we OK, lover?"  I asked.

"I was scared for a moment Sir, but I could take it.
Someday when I really want it I will talk to you about
a true spanking that will leave me standing for a day,
Sir.  I think that you can both care for me and still
deliver, Sir."

"Dinner and this evening have been a lot of fun for me,
Marsha.  I do want you to go home tonight and not even
think about us doing more than dating for a while.  I
won't start a serious relationship with a person until
I know an awful lot about her and her about me.

"People looking at us right now would say that we're
going very, very fast.  In a sense we are, but then we
decided to get together tonight to do exactly the sort
of things we've been doing.  Just understand that I'm a
slow one when it comes to getting serious."

Marsha started to interrupt.  I put a finger across her
lips and said, "No, don't talk."  And waited quietly a
moment.

"Marsha, you are a wonderful person.  I've never met a
person with the interest and appetite and experience
you have.  More important, all the time tonight I've
felt that I was having fun with a friend, and that I'd
enjoy the same fun being around you even if I was a
eunuch.  I want to be friends with you, more than a sex
buddy.  I think you feel the same way or I wouldn't
have given this speech.

"You don't have to say anything.  Please just accept a
real date with me sometime in the future."  Then I
kissed her slowly and enjoyed getting lost together in
it with her.

The Aloe Verde had sunk in by the time I raised Marsha
to her feet.  I undid the rope around her waist and
then stood beside her and rubbed Intensive Care into
her buttocks.

"Tell me that you can sit and can lay on you butt,
please."

"I know I got a spanking, Sir.  And I know I can still
sit down, Sir.  And I know that is the way you wanted
it, Sir."

"For you, Marsha, I have a wonderful opportunity to
earn an all expense paid trip to the bedroom where you
will lay back and be ravished with kinky things and
made so sore that you won't forget this night for the
longest time.  Interested?"

"Yes Sir! Most certainly so, Sir!"

"These go back in the tool box" I said as I set the
lotion back inside.  I left the lid off and moved the
box into full view.  "Help yourself as the occasion
arises.  Then as an after thought I handed her a bottle
of Tylenol from inside.  "Use one of these?"

"Thank you, Sir."  She accepted the bottle from me.
"May I please be excused Sir?"

"Take you time, help yourself."  Marsha disappeared
into the kitchen where I heard the refrigerator door
open and pill bottle rattle.  She returned wearing a
milk mustache.

"Come here" I ordered and cleaned it off with a really
wet and sloppy kiss that went all over the place.

I found the ottoman and pushed it to the end of the
armchair.  Flopping down and sliding forward put my ass
near the front edge and my legs on the ottoman.  "Now
that I have taken my place you may do your damnedest,
woman.  Points will be awarded for creativity,
duration, and intensity."

Marsha started by kneeling leaning over the chair and
swaying her boobs across my face.  She played reverse
keep-away from my tongue by staying within range for a
longer period each time I caught her.  Eventually she
moved around and straddled my face with her knockers
and started working her way south with long wet kisses.

Now a guy's nipples can be, on rare occasions, as
sensitive as a girl's.  Being female, Marsha
appreciated gentle play and so started very gently with
mine.  She took a while to get them erect, then hard,
then aching.  The sensitivity was one that I'd rarely
experienced.  All she had to do is brush them and my
already hard dick levered up a fraction of an inch for
a moment.  Marsha was careful not to touch it, but just
watched it twitch every time she tweaked my nipples.

And tweak she eventually did.  I'd never ever had
someone do what she did.  In the end she was squeezing
and rolling them with a little pinching while my cock
was at absolutely full extension and my pelvis was
thrusting up.  If there is such a thing as a "dry
orgasms" I must have been having them.  I could even
feel my ass hole contract and relax in response to her,
and I wondered why, oh why, was I not shooting?

She moved on to lay full across my chest, smothering it
with hers and grabbing my head violently in her hands
and jamming her tongue into my mouth.  When she moved I
felt the ropes that still held her Japanese Pearls, and
the sensation made me overload.

"Safe-yellow!"  I cried and threw my arms around her to
keep her from moving the rope against me any more.
"Rubbing those bindings against me is tearing my
nipples off.  Face away from me and kneel down."  I sat
up and loosened the knots behind her back and neck and
watched the rope start to slough off.  Lying back down,
I said "Time in!"

Marsha shed the ropes then picked each one up and
coiled it neatly on the table beside the box.  I could
tell that they had been added to the arsenal of tools
for her to choose from.  "My breasts feel very
different after have been squeezed like that for so
long, Sir.  I would like to try more Japanese Rope
bindings, please Sir."  Then she came over and gently
brushed her nipples across mine a bit before lying down
across me again and restarting her kissing.

Her extended time at my nipples was welcome again,
though I never got close to the dry heaves I was having
before.  But my clock twitched regularly without her
touching it.  What an underused erogenous zone!

"Close your eyes" she said and left me alone for a
minute.  I could tell she was close as she moved around
the chair and the table.  Her touch resumed as she
lifted each leg to hang over respective sides of the
chair.  Then my first leg lifted again and rested
against her chest or maybe her shoulder.  A of cord was
passed under my knee and tied into a loop around my
thigh just above the knee.  Ditto on the other side.

Next a loop went around my ankle and my leg was pulled
against the chair.  The rope seemed to go from above my
knee down to the floor, around a chair leg, and up to
my ankle.  It wasn't tied to the chair leg, but just
run behind it, because I could move my leg enough to
slide the rope back and forth against the chair leg.  I
couldn't move the leg high enough to get it over the
corner of the chair arm.  When she finished the other
leg, I was spread wide open like a lady in a
gynecologist's stirrups.

Next came a loop around each hand with the rope passing
under of behind the chair.  Again I could move them a
couple of feet, understanding that when I put one out
the other had to move back to compensate.

"You may open you eyes now, if you wish, Sir.  Or I can
blindfold you, Sir.  Actually, Sir, I think you'll have
more fun if you can't see what is about to happen, Sir.
Don't go anywhere, please Sir, while I scrounge up a
blindfold for you, Sir."  I opened them and looked
around.  I didn't see the box on the table so I
suspected its contents might be lined up on the floor
like surgeon's tools on a tray.  The last thing I did
see was a towel from the kitchen being placed over my
face.  Marsha must have found some of those large black
paper clamps to hold the ends together.  Or maybe she
improvised from the supply of nipple clips.  Too bad I
didn't have a couple of pair of clover clamps in the
box.

I endured another wait, the longest one of all, and I
had a devil of a time keeping track of what she was
doing by the sounds she made.  I could tell when she
was in the kitchen.  I was certain ice was coming, and
I know some torture tools came out of the kitchen
drawers.  I had no idea what awaited me from the
bathroom.

By the time Marsha came back I was beginning to get a
little nervous.  I was willing to trust her to keep me
safe, but I my mind though of zillions of things she
could do to me, most of which I would consider non-
erotic.  I kept telling myself that she honored the
safeword, and that she was interested a good response
from me.  Not that I was highly responding anymore.  My
dick had shriveled.

 "I see you've gone limp."  Marsha startled me with her
voice.  "You must be thinking about what I can do to
you.  Note that I don't think of you as 'Sir' at the
moment.  You DO need to start worrying about what I
will do to you!"

The assault started with ice cubes on my nipples.  The
raised tight in no time flat, and then the cold was
gone, only to appear on my neck, and then my lips, and
then my nipples again, and then the inside my elbows.
It kept moving and I kept jerking every time it
touched.  Soon I was panting and squirming in
anticipation of where the next brief touch would come.
And I noticed that my erection was back, without her
getting closer to it than my belly button.

It took a while, but I finally started to calm down and
just accept the ice.  She started keeping it on me for
handful of seconds, and then she was finally just
rubbing it wherever she wanted to move it.  Eventually
she started using just one cube, which found its way to
my butt and then my balls.  They pulled up tight to me.
Marsha ran it up and down my shaft a couple of times
and then into my ass crack and then she held it against
my rosebud.

By then the cube had warmed a bit and shrunk a lot, but
it was still cold on my tender areas.  Her coup de
grace was to push it up inside my rectum, which I
really don't think she should have done.  My inside got
real cold real quick and I really wanted it out.  And
then my freezing muscles couldn't seem to push it out.

 "Marsha, can you possibly please get that out of me
somehow, or get something warm inside me, please?"

"I could almost hear a leer in her voice.  "Safe-
yellow?"  she asked.

Quickly I said "Safe-yellow" and I got really scared
that she couldn't do anything fast enough.  But just as
quick, I felt like I was pooping a little turd and the
thing popped right out.  I didn't push it out.  She
just pulled the condom holding the ice cube out.

When I figured out what she had done, I yelled "Marsha,
you little hellion! I owe you for that one, you devil!"

She laughed and said, "I love you too, dear, and don't
you forget it."  Then I felt her lube up my rectum and
a finger slide in to gently rub the cooled tissues.
Her breath blew warmly against the root of my penis and
I shortly relaxed.  I felt empty and needy when her
finger withdrew.

Kisses soon started to work their way up my cock
followed by a tongue bath.  Her warm mouth would cover
my balls and she would just hold them gently inside it
while her finger ran up and down my shaft in place of
her tongue.  After the pre-cum started again, she would
tickle the underside of the head to coax some more out.
Occasionally I'd hear her hum something like the "Mmm,
Mmm, Good" jingle Campbell soups uses.

Marsha continued her work by cradling my ball sack in
one hand.  She wrapped her other hand around the base
of my cock, and started pumping.  Her lips spent more
and more time against my dick until it was inside them
almost all of the time.  Each time she would really
stimulate me by squeezing firmly and pumping or by
rubbing the backside of my dick with her tongue, I
would moan for her.  She paced herself, or that is, she
paced me so that I kept slowly building.

I think I remember when her hand stopped cupping my
balls.  I definitely remember when her finger slipped
back inside me.  "Yes, Marsha, play with me.  Fill me
up.  I want to be taken and fucked."

Her response was to jam a double humped anal plug into
the middle detent.  "Maybe when I have my toys that
will happen."  Then she rotated the end in a large
circle, and I grunted when the inside end pushed over
my prostate.

When I would get close to cuming, Marsha would slow
down or squeeze my cock hard at the base.  I knew about
this trick to try and abort an orgasm, and it's effect
of trapping more and more semen inside the plumbing.
Between the abundance of it in my prostate and the
pressure of the plug, I felt as primed as I'd ever felt
in my life.

"Are you ready, honey?  Would you like to cum, dear?
Have I made you eager enough to beg, sweetie?"  Marsha
teased with the voice of a woman to die for.  "Let me
hear you ask for it, baby.  Talk to me, lover!"  Then
she took almost all of my cock into her mouth, started
to squeeze my balls with one hand and used the other to
poke my insides with the anal plug.

I was straining for release.  My dick was thrust as
high as I could get it, my buns tight, straining my
muscles and holding my breath.  "Yes!"  I screamed, and
then took a big breath.  "I want it, I need it, Please,
Now, Please!"  I cried out ending with a choked sob.

Marsha's mouth sucked, her tongue wrapped along the
length of my shaft and her head bobbed down pushing the
head of my dick against the roof of her mouth.  The
plug moved all the way into my ass.  The damn broke and
I felt some pain inside me as tons of sperm speeded
through my dick and into Marsha's warm wet mouth.

She pumped me, bobbing her head up and down, moving the
plug going in and out, and swallowing as I tried to
turn myself inside out to push all the horde of jism
she had stockpiled with convulsion after convulsion.
Even after the reservoirs had been drained my body
racked with spasms vainly trying to squirt hard and
long.  Still holding my breath, I passed out.

I slept for a few minutes in exhaustion.  When I came
out of it a warm washcloth was cleaning me up.  My
hands were free and I set up.  The most talented artist
ever to work any man in history had overwhelmed me with
pleasure.  Marsha unpinned the towel from over my face
and used it to dry me off.  I looked around and found
none of the array of instruments in sight which I
thought she had gathered to help her minister to me.

"I put them away so you will be surprised when I use
them later, Sir."  She decided to give back the power
she had taken to work her magic on me.  Actually, I
don't mind giving it up every now and then, as long as
I get it back, of course.

I felt drained and needed some energy.  "Would you like
some chocolate milk?"  I offered.

"Yes, please, Sir" and I went into the kitchen and
mixed up a couple of glasses with lots of Hershey's.
On impulse I put a package of graham crackers on a
plate and returned to eat them in a naked picnic on the
living room floor.  I spent a lot of time looking at
every bit of Marsha and enjoying what I saw.  But my
gaze kept coming back to her smiling face, bright eyes,
and a look that kept changing between contentment,
admiration, mischievousness, and joy.  I wondered what
it would be like to be with her just talking about
something in the newspaper or fixing a meal in the
kitchen, or jogging over in the park.

When out feast wound down, I crawled over to her and
put my arms around her.  I kissed and caressed and
hugged and nibbled and looked deep into her eyes.  My
urge to just take her on the rug became very strong,
but I resisted.  Instead I reaching into the box on the
table for some lube and a glove and then led Marsha to
a daybed.  In one jerk I pulled the coverlet off to
expose the sheet and dropped what I was carrying at the
edge of it.

We stood to hug and kiss some more and then I picked
Marsh up and laid her out on the bed so that I could
sit on the edge and be between her legs.  "Lay back and
relax and enjoy" were the last words she heard before
my head bent to her muff and my tongue began its
teasing.  I groped with my hands to find the glove and
lube and get ready to invade her.

I quickly rammed one finger in to get a nice reflex
from her body.  I swirled it around, reaching back to
touch her cervix and drawing a ring around it.  Then on
the way out I paused over her g-spot to wiggle it back
and forth a bit.

A second finger joined in on the next penetration.
They both rubbed the top of her pussy a bit and then
plunged deep and started twisting around and around
stimulating the entrance.  I reached up to the skin
just under her clit and the made a gentle pinching
motion to bring my fingers back against the g-spot for
another dozen "come hither"s across it.

Lapping at Marsha's clit caused her hips to move a bit
in rhythm with my tongue.  I dropped more lube on my
gloved hand.  Her reaction didn't change as three
fingers entered her to twist and stretch, then rub back
and forth.

I got a solid moan when four fingers reached past the
second knuckle.  I was patient with my pulling and
twisting and pushing and stretching until I was buried
up to the web of my thumb and turning freely about.
Then I started closing and unclosing my fingers and
pressing the side of my hand up towards Marsha's belly
as the moved.  I sucked on her clit pulled it against
my tongue with good effect and built her close to the
edge again.

Now if I were a nice boy, I would have kept going slow
and easy.  But instead I took her clit firmly, started
flipping it, and started her into a crashing orgasm.
And as soon as she started, I took out my hand enough
to fold in my thumb and started to drill into Marsha.
She moaned when I pushed hard and they were probably
moans of discomfort.  She gave a loud one as I pushed
through the barrier.

Then her body really started spasming and shaking as I
moved slowly inside her.  I took my mouth from her clit
and we rode my hand to something more and more intense.
I brought my other hand down to rub circles with her
clit and tried to share in the ecstasy my partner was
feeling.

"Yellow, safe-Yellow, Red" gasp Marsha and grabbed at
me.  I froze and waited for her to relax a bit.  When
her stomach muscles loosened a bit and her breathing
was under control she looked up at me.

"Let me know when you are ready for me to come out."

"I'm ready.  Don't take too long!"  I gave one gentle
but continuous pull to pass the point of maximum
resistance and then slipped out easily.  Marsha rested
a bit more and said, "The stimulation was so intense!
It wasn't easy getting you in or out again but I've
never had so many nerves stimulated all at the same
time.  I'll be sore for a while but it was worth it.
Thank you, Sir."

With the last "Sir" she had slipped back into conscious
obedience.  I was happy that she was happy.  I also
wondered if I should try and do anything with my hard-
on.  I wasn't sure how much I'd recharged after my
experience tied to the chair.

"Go home now, Marsha, and write in a journal or diary
about our evening together.  Make sure to say how you
felt as everything was happening to you.  I want you to
read it to me before we play again."

"Yes Sir.  I can tell you enjoyed this evening, Sir.
Perhaps we were made for each other, Sir.  And I'd like
to read your account, please Sir, just as much as you
want to read mine.  And to play again, Sir, after we
exchange them, Sir."

The "Sir"s were getting a little strong, especially
when accompanied by her demands.  But a good
relationship requires balance between the partners and
I'd go quickly crazy with a 24/7 slave.  A contract
including DD would probably let me keep her under
control without breaking her spirit.  Then I started
thinking about Mary and Marsha's two other friends and
decided that I shouldn't go jump off the deep end yet
when there were still other good people to meet.

I rolled her over and smacked her bottom a couple of
times, and then kissed it.

There is a way to get enough friction so that I would
come again, even if I didn't shoot very much.  I rolled
her onto her back and dove into her.  After pumping a
few times, I put my legs outside hers and pressed hers
together against my cock.

A minute later her back was arched, giving her clit
even more exposure to my pubic bone as I pistoned away.
It also increased the friction a fraction more, which
was enough to send me over the edge.  And it turns out
I did had enough jism for a little shoot.

After I came, we rolled on our sides and she threw an
arm and leg over me and nuzzled me.  After a bit, I
looked at the clock, then got up to get dressed.

"Get yourself dressed, make your call, and I'll walk
you down to your car."