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Subject: The President's Club 01 [MF, FF, BD, rom]
From: NightShade@anon.com (NightShade)
Date: Wed, 9 Apr 1997 13:41:29 -0400
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THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are offended by
descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you are underage,
don't read any further. Also, don't try the acts described in this story
alone at home, unless you are really a sicko, Houdini, or fucking nuts.
The President's Club 1/13
by NightShade
Karen's life was a mess. Her brief, 6 month marriage to a 55 year old
business man was a total failure. Nothing worked between them.
She couldn't relate to his work or his education. She was only 18, and
had just barely graduated with a D average. The same as her bra cup
size. She wasn't stupid, just easily distracted. And her body encouraged
all kinds of distractions from the high school boys.
She was tall for a girl, almost 6 foot. But she was very feminine.
Smooth, rounded shoulders tapered into delicate arms, ending in soft
slender fingers.
Her legs drew a lot of attention. They were constantly on display when
she sat and innocently crossed them in class or when she walked down the
hall. They really were endless and the short skirts she wore emphasized
their length and shapeliness.
Her hips flared nicely, but still retained the trimness of youth. The
firm clean lines of her ass cheeks swayed as she would walk down the
school hall ways, never failing to bring at least one, if not a chorus of
whistles behind her.
Her breasts were amazing. They were huge, but her height made them seem
proportionate to her body. The sensuously rounded orbs were high on her
chest, firm and large, defying all the laws of gravity by standing
straight out without support. The tips were quarter-sized circles
colored a dusky pink with crinkled red buttons perfectly centered.
She had been proud of her chesty development until the girls in her gym
class had spited her in their juvenile envy. She had been ostracized by
the very same girls who had been her 'best' friends growing up. She was
never invited to any more parties, sleep-overs, or included in the
gossip.
The boys, although they bothered her a lot, mostly just looked, drooled
and jacked off. They were immature and the vision she presented to them
made them nervous. Even the quarterback of the football team fumbled
around her. She had been the chief actress in many a high school fantasy
and wet dream, but ended up dateless on Saturday nights.
Her home life was not much better. Her mother drank, her father fooled
around a lot, or at least, that's what the neighbors said. Karin liked
it best when her mother was unconscious and her father was out of town.
On those nights, neither one would beat her or humiliate her.
So it was not surprising that when Mr. Saunders, a business man from the
big city, saw her and showed an interest in her, she was drawn to him.
He was a big man, tall and handsome. He treated her so kind, and was the
perfect gentleman. He didn't even try to kiss her or have sex with her
or touch her during their whirlwind courtship. Because Bill Saunders was
definitely gay.
But his business demanded a "normal" family and he needed a wife. Karin
was the perfect trophy wife. Beautiful and dumb, a girl no one cared
about.
He gave her parents $10,000 at the wedding to forget her. With that much
money for booze, it was guaranteed they wouldn't remember anything, at
least.
Bill had insisted that Karin pack everything in her parents house and
bring it with her when she moved. He wanted no traces of her left
behind, no little articles or nick-nacks to stir long forgotten memories
of their only child.
He needn't have bothered. Her parents had resented her from her
conception. Her beauty had only infuriated them more. Karin was already
forgotten. They both drank themselves to death in two months. Karin
didn't go to the funeral.
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The marriage had been six months ago. Her fairy-tale marriage to the
handsome Bill Saunders had started cracking on their wedding night. He
had complained of a headache, of all things. The second night he passed
out drunk, something she was used to.
Business trips came up and he was away a lot late at night. She had been
married for six months and was still a virgin. She had been a failure in
high school and now she was a failure as a wife.
She had realized her husband was gay early on. At first it was the pool
man, and then the butler that didn't butler. The relationship between
the three of them was tense, the normal roles of husband and wife helter
skelter. She never went out, didn't drive, and had no friends. She
didn't know anyone but Bill and the household staff.
And now this. She was being loaned to a stranger.
Two weeks ago, Bill and the "butler", Bruce, had surprised her as she lay
sunning herself by the pool. Bill insisted that she maintain her
youthful appearance and beauty. She had the finest clothes to wear, and,
of course, the tiniest bikinis.
That evening, as she lay there soaking up the last of the day's light,
the two men had quietly sneaked up behind her and overpowered her. She
had been blindfolded and a hand towel stuffed in her mouth by one of
them, Bruce, she thought. Bill had grabbed her arms behind her back as
she lay on her stomach and tied them with a piece of stiff twine or wire.
It was tied tight and had cut into her wrists. There was no love or
tenderness in either of the men's actions.
She had been hauled like an old rug down into the basement. There, they
had strung her up and tormented her as only two mysogenistic men could
do.
Her hands had been re-tied to the pipes overhead, her feet dangling about
two inches off the floor. Even as tall as she was, her feet didn't
reach. They had not bothered to take off her clothes, but merely pushed
the tiny triangles of her top up off her firm tits and yanked the bottoms
down to her thighs. This made her feel more exposed than if she had been
nude.
Bruce, the sadistic butler, had started slapping her tits with his hands.
He was a wimpy, emasculated, effeminate man and was jealous of Karin's
femininity. Especially her natural beauty and above all, her perfectly
rounded tits.
He began to work her tits over, using them as a punching bag. Karin
screamed into the towel gag. He was working so hard the sweat was
running down and staining his silk pajamas. Sadist that he was, his
erection tented the loose-fitting pants until the tip slipped between the
buttons of the fly. The pink organ was highlighted against the black
shiny fabric.
Bill watched Bruce torment the girl he had married. This whole thing had
been the butler's idea. It had also been his idea that had gotten him
into this mess with the bank in the first place, and now it was the
butler's idea to get out of trouble by prostituting his wife. All they
had to do was to convince Karin of her part. Bruce had said beating her
was the only way to convince her.
Bill thought he detected a change in the girl's reactions to the
punishing blows. Her screams had lessened to moans and were coming less
frequently. Her nipples seemed to be puffing up. He was not an expert
in female sexual response - he had really never had an interest in it -
but he thought he noticed moisture between her thighs.
Karin had been taken by surprise. The blindfold confused her. She never
realized how much she relied on her sight. The rope around her wrists
had hurt, but there was also another feeling she couldn't put her finger
on, too. It was like a security blanket, an assurance that she was not
in control. It was comforting in a strange way.
She had gone limp and allowed them to hoist her over a shoulder and then
string her from the overhead pipes. She had blushed when her breasts and
pussy had been exposed, but that blush quickly faded as Bruce, she had
guessed correctly, had started slapping and then punching her.
The initial slaps had surprised her and the sudden pain made her scream.
It was the only defense she had left. But the pain had quickly been
replaced by a surprisingly intense feeling that zipped straight to her
cunt. The tingling had built with each slap and punch of her tits.
Tensed and primed by endless hours of using her finger, the virgin wife
was teetering on the edge of a rippling orgasm.
Then Bruce punched the defenseless dangling girl in the stomach with two
powerful jabs, forcing the air from her lungs and squelching any
possibility of her orgasm. Bill stepped in to stop the raging butler.
"My turn, Brucie. Why don't you rest a while?"
Bruce was in a blood rage. All the frustration at having a female mind
and a male body was coming out. Anger at all the teasing from the other
kids. Anger that this cunt was the legal wife. He turned to Bill.
"Just a little longer, Bill. The bitch deserves it."
"No. That's not the reason we're here, now, is it? We can't be selling
damaged goods, can we?"
The mention of the banker calmed Bruce down. That mean bastard would
make this punishment seem like a ballroom dance lesson. Bruce had worked
for the banker last year. The banker had fired him after he had
embezzled a lot of money from him.
Bruce had been well aware of the banker's reputation with the ladies and
the trouble they had sitting down - or even moving, for that matter -
after a session with him.. The banker liked to tie up his unsuspecting
victims and spank and beat them mercilessly. Bruce had never known a
girl to voluntarily go on a second date with the banker.
Bill was not aware the banker and Bruce knew each other. Bill was the
rich patsy Bruce was using to pay the banker back for the money he had
stolen.
Being the thorough man he was, the banker researched all the
relationships before he moved and, when he did, applied the screws to
both Bill and Bruce. He had them right where he wanted them. He had
been suing Bruce to get his money back, and then blackmailing Bill when
he found out he was gay.
When he had seen Karin out by the pool on a visit to Bill's mansion to
pick up a payment, his eyes had glazed over, his heart beat like a trip
hammer and his cock swelled up like a young bull in mating season.
The two gay lovers couldn't agree fast enough to give him the girl.
Bruce thought that with the girl out of the way, he could consolidate his
position with this rich business man. For his part, Bill felt he had to
protect his business at all costs. The banker had threatened to expose
him to his colleagues, and he couldn't let that happen.
So they ended up there in the basement, using Karin as a punching bag to
get her to agree to the deal.
Bill stepped up to the heaving girl. Tears leaked out below the
blindfold and streaked her cheeks. Reaching out with both hands he
captured a swollen nipple between each thumb and fore-finger. Rolling
them around, he stimulated the tiny buttons until they puffed up even
bigger.
"Karin, I need you to do something for me. It's very important. I'm
afraid that if you don't agree, I'm going to have to let Bruce play with
you some more. Do you understand?"
Karin nodded her head in the direction of the voice.
"I want you to escort a business associate to an over-night convention.
He is a very important man and you will be nice to him. OK?"
Again she nodded.
Bill twisted her nipples viciously, threatening to rip them off.
"I mean very nice, bitch, you understand? You will do anything he wants,
right?"
The tight twisting of her nipples sent Karin over the edge. Skyrockets
of light burst in her head and her cunt dripped fluid down her thighs.
She whipped her head back and forth in her ecstasy. This was better than
her fingers by a long ways.
"Right, bitch?," Bill demanded again, emphasizing the question with
another sadistic twist.
Weakly, Karin nodded her agreement.
"Shit!" muttered Bruce. "You fucking good-for-nothing piece of shit!"
Turning to Bill, he said, "Let me give her some more, just to make sure
she understands. Please?"
"No," came the answer.
Bill looked at the hanging girl. He noticed the wetness between her
thighs and poked an exploratory finger in her pussy.
Karin jerked spastically at the unaccustomed intrusion.
The finger slithered between her slick puffy lips and entered her
virginal tunnel. The tip encountered a tough membrane a little ways in.
A look of surprise and then rage crossed his face.
"You BITCH!," he exploded, "You're still a fucking virgin! I figured
you would have gotten rid of your virginity in high school. Shit.
You're too stupid to have even done that right"
He stepped over to the cleaning closet and pulled out a toilet plunger.
Pulling a condom from his robe pocket, he opened it and slid it on to the
smooth rounded handle.
Bruce watched the proceedings with bright eyes. This was even better
than he had hoped.
Bill walked back over to his suspended wife. He untied the knots in the
bottoms of her bikini and jerked the useless fabric off her thighs.
"Bruce, hold her legs apart. We've got a virgin to deflower," he said
maliciously.
Bruce moved behind her and squatted down. He grabbed an ankle in each
hand and spread them as wide as he could.
Karin was struggling as best she could, but she was tired. She had been
hanging for almost 30 minutes and her shoulders and arms were sore from
the strain. Each weak kick of her legs jerked her stressed joints
painfully.
So Bruce didn't have too difficult a job to spread her shapely legs and
expose the target to Bill's advancing plunger. He gripped the slim
ankles tighter than he needed to, leaving angry red marks on them.
Karin was not aware that she was about to be mechanically violated. She
had heard the two men talking and knew Bill was going to make her a
woman. She wasn't too scared because she had waited for six months for
him to exercise his conjugal rights and now he was.
So she was unprepared for the sudden jab of the handle into her cunt.
The dry condom irritated the sensitive tender skin. After about two
inches, the blunted head hit her hymen.
Bill nodded to Bruce, who tightened his grip on her ankles. With a
twisting lunge, Bill shoved the handle forcefully into Karin's tunnel,
forcing the head past the membrane barrier with an almost audible tearing
sound.
Karin screamed into the gag. This pain was not pleasurable at all. This
was awful. The handle continued in until the serial numbers on the
condom covering it were hidden in soft pussy hairs. Bill jabbed the
handle in twice more and, satisfied that the passage was now clear, set
the toilet plunger carefully down on the basement floor.
Bruce and Bill untied Karin's hands and let her drop to the floor. They
left her there to come to by herself. Bill also left the bloody rubber
on the handle. He wanted that bloody post to be the first thing that she
saw - her first lover.
The President's Club 2/13
by NightShade
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That was two weeks ago. Karin had crawled upstairs to her room painfully
and confused. The next day, she was moved to a small apartment in one of
Bill's commercial warehouses.
The building was in the industrial section of town. The apartment had
it's own entrance and parking garage, but other than that, it was
isolated.
Bill had given her a little money when she left and set up an account for
her. Each week, money would be deposited into the account automatically,
provided she 'behaved herself', he had said. She had more money now than
she ever had, and she was happy to be alone on her own.
She had spent the last two weeks in various diversions. Part of the day
time was spent fixing up the old apartment. Apparently, at one time it
had been a luxury apartment with an extra-large bath, a beautiful rooftop
patio area with a hot tub, and good quality furniture. But that had been
several years ago, as you could tell by the fabric and fashion of the
furnishings.
She had painted and cleaned, put up new drapes and swept and mopped the
floors. The activity helped keep her mind occupied.
She had drained and filled the hot tub and was pleasantly surprised when
it ran perfectly. She enjoyed the hot soothing bubbling water often in
the evenings.
But at night she had to sleep. She would lay in bed and wonder what the
man would be like. What would he ask her to do? Could she do it?
Then the itching would start. The kind of itch she couldn't quite
scratch. But she tried to.
Her fingers blurred between her legs in frustrated persistence as the
itch wouldn't go away and she couldn't get off. So she started doing
things to try to get herself off. Like pinching her nipples hard.
That worked for a while, but it wasn't enough. She started to play with
the old cords from the drapes, twisting them around her legs, binding
them tight together. She fantasized about being totally controlled,
totally restrained.
She tried running the cords through her legs and pulling the twisted
strands up tight against her pussy. She twisted the ends in her hands
and sawed the rough textured rope back and forth across her clit. She
managed to come a couple of times this way but something was missing.
This led to her attempting self-bondage. First she would tie her ankles
together and secure them to the foot of the bed. She tied the knees
together next, tying the cords tight. She put a band across her calves
and another around her mid-thighs. Again, the ropes cut into her skin,
dividing her shapely pins into segments.
She twisted a rope belt around her waist and knotted it tight, squeezing
in the waspish waist. This allowed her to run a rope through her tightly
clasped thighs. She tied one end to the belt in the back and pulled the
rope up tight between her cunt lips so that it pressed against her clit
and her asshole. She didn't tie the front until later.
She had pondered what to do about her breasts, and had tried many ways to
bind them. She finally came up with a way that satisfied her. Two
separate loops were placed around the bases of her tits. She pulled them
tight as if to separate them from her chest. A second loop around each
ballooning boob was tied with a slipknot. She held the ends in her
mouth.
She then pulled the cunt cord firmly into her pussy and tied it to the
corded belt in front. A cord looped around the post in the headboard
ended in a slipknot to hold her hands up over her head. By pulling the
knot tight with her arms she could close her eyes and pretend she was
tied tight, thrashing around on the over-sized canopied bed.
She would spend hours in this position at night, flexing her hips to rub
the cord against her magic button, stimulating herself to orgasm. But
there was something missing. She had to leave an escape route by tying a
bow knot in the cord that tied her arms to the headboard.
The only time she really got off was the time the knot stuck and there
was a half hour of panic filled erotic struggling. She so enjoyed that
time she seriously contemplated not using an escape route and just
masturbating herself until she died of starvation.
But then she would miss the appointment with the important man for Bill.
And that was increasingly important to her. Call it curiosity, call it
duty. She didn't know. All she knew was that he was important to Bill
and that Bill owed him something.
And Bruce had maliciously pulled her aside to instruct her that she must
ask the man the tie her up and spank her. He had threatened her with a
very large knife that had frightened her terribly, especially because
Bruce was holding it and she thought he was crazy.
Bruce had thought the information about what she was supposed to ask the
man to do would terrorized her more that the threats. It did the
opposite. It fed her fantasies and she was almost looking forward to her
'date' with the mysterious man.
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She stood in front of the mirror on her bedroom door. She had
deliberated carefully about what she would wear to meet this important
banker. She didn't know his name, or anything about him. A blind date
she was to ask to tie her up and spank her.
The titillating thrill that swept through her at the unknown adventure
she was embarking on raised goose bumps on her silky skin. She watched
in the mirror as the tiny bumps faded away and shivered. She noticed her
perfect, silky skin covering her breasts. The effects of the beating and
rape by Bill and Bruce had faded on her skin and in her memory.
She examined her body closely. The goose bumps were still visible on the
rosy tips of her breasts. They made a miniature mountain range with the
semi-erect nipple in the center. Her breasts were firm and high on her
chest, the effects of age and gravity not yet evident. Small triangular
patches of creamy white skin surrounded by a light tan indicated the
minuscule size of her bikini top.
A similar white triangle pointed like an arrow between her legs. The
rest of her body was a healthy tan, but not a deep one. She did not want
to have to deal with anymore wrinkles than she had to later on in life.
She pulled on a thin black thong panty that just covered the white
triangle.
Her nylon stockings gripped the tops of her thighs tightly. Her shapely
legs were accented by the sheen of the fabric. The distinctly feminine
curves of her thighs held them up with ease, with no need for garters or
leg bands.
She had to honestly evaluate herself as beautiful and desirable. Why she
had never been fucked was a mystery to her, especially as she had been
married for six months!
Picking up the dress, she slipped it over her head and let it settle
gracefully over her trim body. The dress was ivory white on top with a
jet black skirt. The fabric was translucent and filmy, like satin.
Reaching behind her she zipped up the short zipper and fastened the top
hook. The closure pulled the loose black material in tight across her
upper thighs, hips, and lower abdomen. She looked close and could see
the dark outline of the black panties over her pubic patch, as well as
every hair, dimple and ripple as she moved. The fabric molded to her
like a second skin and it would be obvious to everyone what she was
wearing underneath.
There was no back to the dress. The creamy front hung loosely around her
body from fragile thin spaghetti straps which tied behind her neck. She
tied the straps a couple of times to adjust the front, finally deciding
on a length that allowed the front of the dress to readily fall away from
her chest, exposing her to her navel. When she twirled around, the wind
caught the sides of the dress, billowing them out to expose her
magnificent breasts from the side.
"Well, that should give him an eye-full!," she said out loud to no one,
spinning around a couple of times. "I hope he likes it."
She had selected a pair of high heels that accentuated her height. The
five-inch heels pushed her to almost six and a half feet tall. She had
no idea of the devastating impact her height would have on a short man,
or even one of average stature. She did know she looked very sexy in the
heels.
She had just thrown a sheer white shawl around her shoulders when the
limo arrived. The driver got out of the car and rang the bell. She
hurried down to the elevator and went down to the man waiting.
He gave a start when he saw her beauty, then he bowed formally and opened
the back door for her. She entered into a luxurious passenger area and
settled back into a decadently soft leather seat. The windows were
tinted so dark, Karin imagined she could be naked and no one outside
would know.
A glass of freshly poured champagne was sitting there for her. She
picked it up and took a sip. It was delicious and the bubbles tickled
her nose. She hardly noticed they had pulled away from the curb and were
on the way to her mysterious man.
Two glasses of bubbly later the car drove into an underground garage of a
large corporate building downtown. They arrived at a brightly lit
elevator door.
"Top floor, Miss," said the driver turning around. "Have a good time."
She flashed him a 'Thank you' smile and stepped out of the car.
Her heels caught her by surprise when she took her first steps, as she
was not used to wearing them. The alcohol made her kind of tipsy, as
well. She paused and took a deep breath, and pushed the top button. She
was on her way.
The President's Club 3/13
by NightShade
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The door opened on a sumptuous board room that had been converted into a
ball room. A man stepped forward to meet her.
"Karin Saunders?," he asked her.
"Yes?"
"Welcome to the President's Ball," he continued. "All of the men here
are presidents of their companies. My name is 'Sam Adams', and I am to
be your escort for the evening."
She took him in at a slow casual glance. What she saw started her heart
beating and her breath coming in short gasps.
He was handsome. About 45 years old and tall. Taller than she was in
her heels. A strong face, rugged features, and kind, crinkled eyes.
His chest was broad and his waist was slim. He obviously kept himself in
shape and watched his diet.
She took one of his hands in hers and smiled at him. His hand was smooth
but strong. There were no sharp calluses or nails. A man of wealth, but
what else had she expected?
He was appraising her at the same time. What he saw set his prick on
overload. He had seen a lot of potential in her that one time he had met
her. But this was more than even he had hoped to imagine.
A statuesque beauty - a vision.
Taking her wrap and giving it to the coat check girl, he caught his
breath. She was on display for him tonight and he appreciated the effort
she had gone to. He could see her nipples clearly through the thin
fabric of the loose top. Her trim stomach was highlighted by the hint of
the panties, and, as she walked in front of him, he could imagine the
dark line of the thong as it disappeared into her ass crack tantalizing
him as it swayed back and forth.
Walking into the main area, everyone stopped to look at her. There were
several men, all of them debonair and handsome. There were a few other
women, all of them pretty, but none of them close to Karin's class. She
stood out not only because of her height, but her poise and beauty set
her aside as something special.
Sam was gloating. He had just won the prize for best date. It was a big
deal. It meant that the next President's Ball would be at his company
and he would get a percentage of all contracts signed on his premises.
And the pot for tonight was almost $100,000.
Sam asked her to dance. They glided around the floor effortlessly. The
first time he twirled her, his eyes got wide at the peep show presented
to him by the billowing dress.
She saw his eyes riveted to her tits and smiled. He liked her!
He saw her looking at him and sheepishly grinned. It wasn't often that a
woman - girl, actually - could make him feel like a teenager again.
She smiled up at him and leaned against his chest. They continued
dancing and then he dipped her. The perky nipples of her breasts floated
on her spongy flesh out from under the fabric and winked up at him. He
couldn't resist the tempting treat and bowed his head and kissed each one
lightly before raising her back upright.
She giggled, and hugged herself to him tightly.
"Oh, Sam! That tickled!"
He grinned and lowered his hand to stroke her ass. His hands molded to
the rounded shape of her cheeks and squeezed.
She moaned and ground her pussy into his thigh.
He danced her over to a table and sat down. With in minutes, one of the
other gentlemen came over and asked her to dance.
She looked at him for approval and he seemed pleased at her actions. He
nodded that it was OK.
She danced with most of the men in the room. Maybe all of them, she
wasn't sure. Some were short and stared straight at her boobs the entire
time they danced. Others were as tall or taller than Sam. They all
danced with her respectfully without groping, but each one twirled her
around to catch sight of her magnificent breasts.
That night, after meeting Tom Jefferson and George Washington, among
others, she figured out that the men were using false names. She
wondered casually who 'Sam Adams' really was.
After each dance, she returned to him. And each time a man asked her to
dance she looked for his permission. He smiled his approval at her
behavior and deference to him.
Finally, no one else asked her to dance. He indicated the seat beside
him and she sat down. She snuggled into his side. They watched the
others dancing by. The dancing had warmed her up and a few rivulets of
sweat had dripped down her chest making the fabric appear transparent.
Her tits were proudly on display for everyone to see. And everyone
looked. A lot.
"I haven't been too naughty tonight, have I?," she asked shyly. She
didn't know how to ask him to spank her and she was starting out this
way.
"If you had been naughty, I would have to spank you, now, wouldn't I," he
said teasingly.
Her heart jumped to her throat.
She turned to face him and leaned forward slightly, exposing herself to
him alone.
"Is this naughty?"
She shimmied her shoulders so that her breasts jiggled invitingly.
"I'd say it was, wouldn't you?" he murmured to her, not taking his eyes
off her bobbing breasts.
"Yes," she said quietly. "Does that mean you're going to spank me now?"
"Yes, but not now. Later."
"oooohhhhh, yyyeess," she sighed. "Will it be hard?"
"Yes, it will be hard. And long."
"oooohhhhh, YYEESS," came her answer. She was wet and ready for him now.
He stood and took her hand. She stood and he led her to the dance floor.
He took her hands and raised them to her neck. He nudged and encouraged
her until she laced her fingers behind her neck and spread her elbows
wide, a quizzical look on her face.
He moved into her and held her close. When she started to move her hand
down once, he pinched her lightly but severely on her buttock. She
winced and raised her hands back to the position he wanted.
He began to take liberties with her on the dance floor. He slipped his
hands under her dress front and cupped her breasts in his hands. His
large hands fit nicely over the curved orbs, but there was still plenty
left over.
Rolling her nipples softly between his fingers he watched her reaction.
She gazed up into his eyes and didn't flinch. The blood rose up her
throat into her neck and then her cheeks. She was not embarrassed, just
excited. A slow smile twitched at the corners of her lips.
"Am I naughty to let you do this to me?, she asked him teasingly.
"Very naughty," he said in mock seriousness. "I'm going to have to
really punish you hard." He twisted her nipples slightly for emphasis.
"Oh, oh oh OH OH OH OH OH."
Her eyes took on a slightly defocus look and she shuddered.
He continued to roll her nipples through her orgasm to stimulate her as
much as possible. As she came back to her senses, he pulled her into his
chest. She relaxed into him and smiled up at him.
"Thank you, Sam." She lifted her lips up to his face for a kiss.
He complied. "Just the beginning, kid. Just the beginning."
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Back in the apartment, he danced with her again, She had thought he was
bold in the ball room, but here he really let loose. Her hands were back
behind her neck again and they were dancing close. He fingered her butt
after pulling the hem of her dress up. She giggled at his touch and
moved her ass up and down on his wandering finger.
She rubbed his crotch with her thigh, teasing him as he had been teasing
her all night long. She felt his hardness move back and forth in his
slacks. She grinned and pressed harder against him.
"You've been a naughty girl tonight, Karin," he said to her.
"Uh-huh."
"I'm going to have to punish you for being so naughty."
"Uh-huh. Are you going to spank me hard? If you do, you may have to tie
my hands."
He nodded. "Yes. I think I may have to at that."
He eased her hands down to her sides. Kissing her gently on the lips, he
said,
"Dance for me." He sat down. "Be naughty. Very naughty."
Slowly, she began to sway to the music Sam had put on. She stood in one
spot on the floor and let the sounds ease through her limber body. The
straps of her dress came loose with a jerk on one end. The small thin
strands slithered off her shoulders and down to her breasts.
The top of the dress was held up only by her erect nipples and his
imagination.
Karin pirouetted suddenly in time to the music. As she turned, the
fabric flowed away from her body, revealing her upper body to him
completely.
She brought up her hands up to her tits and began to caress herself. She
fingered her nipples, pinching them between her long fingernails. Her
elongated buttons were tortured and tantalized by the nails, finally
being stretched and pulled out as far as she could.
She slowly eased the zipper of the dress down the crack of her ass. With
a little shimmy, the dress fell in a little heap on the floor.
Her hands found their way underneath the panties to her cunt. Her legs
spread slightly and she eased one slender finger down along her dripping
slit. Her breath came in short gasps as she went straight for her
throbbing clit.
Standing up, Sam stopped her before she had finished with her climax.
"I think that's enough for right now."
She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck.
"Are you really going to spank me?"
"Yes"
"Hard?"
"Yes"
She held him tighter, not daring to ask the next question.
"Sam?"
"What?"
"Will you fuck me after?"
He paused at the question.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Hard?," he teased.
"And long, too," she quipped back.
Then serious, "Please?"
"Yes."
He pulled off his tie, grabbed her wrists and firmly held them behind her
back.
She squirmed against him, but didn't resist.
He looped the tie around her wrists, pulled the tie tight and knotted it
firmly.
She groaned and kissed him deeply. "It's OK if you hurt me. I can take
it."
He moved his hands down over her buttocks, marveling at the silkiness of
her firm skin. He squeezed tightly in answer to her question.
Moving his hands up, he took her by her shoulders and turned her around
to face away from him. His hands moved caressingly down her smooth back,
bumping along each vertebrae on the way down to her ass.
She impatiently wiggled her hips. He slapped her cheeks lightly to make
her stand still. His hands continued their exploration down along each
leg and back up between them to end at her pussy. He stepped back.
She stood there, an image of nakedness, hands tied behind her, in tiny
black thong panties that just covered her puffy lips, thigh high
stockings and high heels. A small dark spot of moisture indicated her
arousal.
He smiled. He enjoyed the view of her from the rear. He imagined what
her smooth silky ass would look like shortly, after he had reddened it
with his hand and belt. He reached around her and took a tit in each
hand. Slowly, he began kneading the firm fleshy mounds, increasing the
pressure until she gasped from the arousal and pain.
He bent his head and grabbed her ear lobe with his teeth. A sharp bite
brought a groan of pleasure. He grinned and knew she would take a hard
beating and love it.
Her nipples, already aroused, hardened and stiffened with the
manipulation of her tits. He grabbed them between his first finger and
thumb and rolled them around.
She sagged back into him, her hands tied behind her in between their
bodies. Her fingers scrabbled into his crotch, seeking his cock. He
teased her and shifted his body, moving his throbbing prick away from her
grasp.
Karin turned her head and captured his mouth with hers. Her tongue
probed his mouth, tasting his arousal. He dueled with her tongue,
following it back into her mouth. As his tongue plunged into her oral
cavity, he tweaked her swollen nipples savagely.
She responded by sucking his tongue like a small cock. He moved up
behind her and allowed her hands to caress his member. She managed to
get the zipper on his pants down and free him. The pre-come on the tip
got on her hands, lubricating them. She formed a warm tunnel with her
tied hands and he began to lightly fuck in and out.
"YYYES," she groaned.
"I think you're ready for your punishment."
"Please not too hard."
"I think you want it hard, don't you? You like it hard, don't you."
"No, no, please..."
"Well, we'll see, my love, won't we."
He took her elbow, and pulled her over to a straight backed chair.
Before sitting down, he quietly pulled off his belt. She didn't see
this, as he had bent her over so he could admire the way her firm ass
stretched tight. The black fabric of her thong created a stark contrast
against the creamy smooth skin of her buttocks. He ran his hands lightly
over those soon to be heated cheeks, and he maneuvered her so she ended
up laying over his legs.
"Count," he commanded.
She gave a small whimper as his hand continued to explore her ass,
becoming more assertive as it ventured into her most private areas. Her
legs spread slightly, giving him greater access. He ran a finger lightly
up the crack of her ass, stopping to gently probe at the tight ring of
her anus. A sharp intake of air told him this was probably a virgin
hole, at least for now.
Drawing his thick fingers lower, he dipped into her wet slit. Her fluids
were evidence of her approval and arousal at being bound and of her
reaction to the pain.
He spread the ruby lips and looked at the flower of her femininity. At
the lower apex, he could just make out the knobby sentinel of her clit.
Poking at it with his finger brought an immediate squirming response from
her and a swelling of pride from the sentinel. Grasping at the knob with
his fingers, he rolled it gently around.
"OH OH OH OH I'm going to come, don't stop, don't stop, oh Please please
please."
He quickly pulled his hand up and brought it down sharply on her right
ass cheek.
"AAAAAWWWWW," she screamed.
Another sharp slap on her left cheek produced another wail of anguish.
He reinserted his still damp finger into her twat, beginning a slow in
and out motion. Her body responded by humping back on his hand, trying
to get as much contact and penetration a possible. This motion also
caused her hip to rub his bare prick, making it swell to even greater
proportions.
Sensing his throbbing organ, she began to wildly wiggle her hips up
against him and around his lap until the mushroom shaped head of his
prick slid under her thigh and lodged against her clit. Only the thin
fabric of her panties blocked his entry into her tunnel. A low
animalistic growl came from her throat as she settled her cunt down
firmly against this magnificent intruder.
Wryly smiling, he continued alternatively spanking and probing her for a
long time. Her ass cheeks began to glow a charming rose color with areas
of deeper redness. She remained balanced on edge of orgasm, the tension
building up inside her body.
Slipping his fingers under the thin band at the waist of her panties, he
pulled the thong up tight against her ass hole. She moaned her approval
of this pressure. Steeling himself, he gave it a hard yank, ripping the
flimsy garment from her loins. Bucking his hips, he maneuvered his cock
up against the opening of her cunt. Her excited movements caused him an
exquisite feeling.
Reaching down to the floor beside him, he picked up the belt he had
dropped there earlier. Judging the time was right and that her ass was
well conditioned to accept this greater level of punishment, he swung his
hand up and then down, catching her across the fat part of her ass with
the doubled up belt.
A whoosh of air and silence.
Gradually, he felt a slight shaking build up. Accompanying this shaking
is a high keening sound. Not a scream, but more like steam escaping.
"I'M COMING I'M COOOOOOOOMING"
Her cunt gripped his partially buried prick, milking the head. Seizing
the moment, he raised his hand and delivered another sharp blow to her
ass. Again and again, he swatted her ass with the belt, concentrating on
the fleshy part. Then he began to swat her lower down, bringing his hand
up to catch her at the juncture of her thighs and ass. This brought the
belt into direct contact with her aching cunt and asshole.
Throughout this beating she continued to scream and shake. One orgasm
rolled into the next one for several minutes, each one greater than the
last. Her hips pistoned and humped up and down on his meat, hungry for
more and more of him in her. The pain in her ass was intense, but it
just increased the pleasure she was feeling.
As the belt caressed her cunt and asshole, a burst of light filled her
head, causing her to arch her back, bowing her body across his lap, the
only point of contact between them was his cock in her cunt.
Collapsing from her spasm, she fell limp across his legs. Palming her
ass with one hand, he soothed the burning in those now fiery red orbs.
Taking advantage of her relaxation, he moved his other hand and inserted
his thumb into her sopping cunt. Rubbing up against his still inserted
prick, he thoroughly moistened his thumb up to the second knuckle. Then,
using her own juices as lubrication, he firmly pushed his fat thumb into
her now defenseless anal ring. With a soft plop and without even a groan
from her, he worked his thumb all the way up into her recesses.
He continued to soothingly rub her ass with his hand as he twisted his
thumb around in her rectum. Flexing the thumb brought a stirring from
her as she pushed her ass back up against his hand.
She felt strangely filled with the intrusion into her ass. She had never
taken anything up her ass, not even her own fingers. Now this thumb had
her aching for something more and bigger up her shit chute. Maybe it was
the spanking of her ass that had aroused this feeling within her.
She continued to push up onto his thumb, seeking both the filling of her
ass and the comfort of the soothing rubbing. This movement has the
effect of allowing his cock to escape the confines of her cunt and clit.
With a cry of emptiness, she continued to move back. Because of his
thumb up her butt, she didn't go to her knees, but moved back until she
was standing bent over beside his chair. Her hands were still tied
behind her back.
As she slid back, his cock rubbed first along her stomach and then her
swollen and sensitive tits. Finally, she was able to capture his cock in
her mouth. Lunging down, she took his full length into her oral cavity.
The helmeted head bumped into the back of her throat before sliding
smoothly down her gullet. The tightness of her throat was intensified
when she began sucking on the root of his organ. Once she was totally
full, she slowly lifted her head off his prick, keeping the suction high
the whole time.
To him it felt like his prick was being pulled by a velvet sleeve. Up
and down she moved, fucking his meat to the root on each stroke. Slowly
she built up her pace until she matched his thumb thrusts into her ass.
As the cock sucking beauty ground her ass into his thumb, he reached down
under her and grabbed one of the swaying tits. Cruelly, he twisted the
firm mound, leaving red finger marks in the soft flesh. Then he sharply
swatted at one of the hanging globes, knocking it into the other.
This caused her to increase her sucking. Her tongue teased and licked
along the bottom and side of his huge manhood. As she continued her
efforts, he suddenly tensed and began to bathe her tonsils with cum.
Simultaneously, his cruel manipulations of her tits and thumb up her bung
hole brought her to a second electrifying orgasmic spasm.
Slowly recovering from their mutual climax, he pulled his thumb from her
ass. Her knees buckled and she collapsed into a heap beside his chair,
his deflating cock still locked between her lips.
Her tits pressed tightly against the edge of the chair, causing her a
titillating discomfort. His hand rested against the back of her head,
slowly twisting his fingers into her hair. His head was thrown back, and
he was surprised by the force of his orgasm. He was also surprised by
the stiffness remaining in his cock. Normally, once done, he deflated
quickly. This kneeling beauty was still sucking on a half erect cock,
and it was beginning to grow.
Using her hair as a grip, he pulled her head up to better position her
mouth over his prick. Groaning with a mixture of lust and exhaustion,
she worked her mouth around his growing slab. She shuddered as she
imagined that slab of muscle shoving into her cunt. With renewed effort,
she sucked harder. She was rewarded with a thickening of his cock and a
groan from him. She swallowed her first sperm, and liked it.
The President's Club 4/13
by NightShade
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Jerking her by the hair up off his prick, he stood up. Leaning over her,
he helped her to her feet. He led her over to a heavy upholstered chair.
Bending her over the arm of the chair put her ass at just the right
height for ramming his cock in either hole.
Taking advantage of the moment, he finished undressing. He stopped to
admire the beauty before him. Bent over the chair, her tits were mashed
into the rough upholstery of the seat. Her feet were spread wide,
opening her up, inviting him to plunder the treasures exposed to his
view. Her hands, still bound, pressed into the small of her back because
of her position. Her head was turned to the side, allowing her to
breathe. Her eyes were closed tightly in anticipation of his next
action.
Going into the kitchen, he quickly found three dish towels. Returning to
the chair, he fastened one ankle to back leg of the chair with a towel
and the other ankle to the front leg of the chair.
During all of this he met with no resistance. He then took the last
towel and gagged her securely. Finally, he untied her hands and retied
them together in front of her. Using the end of the tie, he pulled them
over the other arm of the chair and fastened them to the leg of the
chair. This lifted her head and tits off of the seat cushions. Her tits
swung freely, the sensitive nipples just grazing the coarse fabric,
sending waves of pleasure through her body, each wave ending at her cunt.
"Are you ready for your real punishment now?"
She nodded meekly.
"Sure?"
Again a confirming nod.
Returning to the first chair, he retrieved his belt. Walking slowly back
to the trussed woman, he admired the perfect curves of this woman.
Swinging the belt back, he brought the leather hide forcefully into
contact with her right thigh, just above the back of the knee. Her eyes
flew open with the unexpectedness of this attack, the non-sexual pain
searing up her leg, past her cunt and into her belly. The next stroke
was placed just above the last.
Her gag kept her constant screaming to a quiet murmur. He worked up her
thigh to just below her cunt and the pain began to stimulate her again.
Groaning and moaning, she rolled her hips sensuously, rubbing her mound
against the arm of the chair, seeking stimulation for her trembling clit.
Suddenly, he began on the other leg, starting just above her knee,
working the lashes slowly up to just below her ass.
He stopped for a moment to assess the effects of the beating. The backs
of her wide-spread legs seemed to glow with a deep fire. Because she was
bent over and the muscles were stretched tight, he knew she would feel
this whipping for several days.
But he also noticed the cunt juice leaking down her legs. Bending down
he placed his nose just against her anus. Licking with his tongue, he
cleaned up her legs and sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could.
She continued to cream, torn between the pain and the pleasure. She knew
he would hurt her, she wanted him to hurt her. But he was so gentle in
between.
The difference between the two sides of him made her enjoy each of them
more. She had lost track of her orgasms, as she had not stopped coming.
His tongue left her twat and slid along her crack to visit her ass hole.
Pushing lightly, he got an inch into her past the sphincter. Slowly
sawing in and out, he massaged the ass muscle with his tongue. This sent
new thrills up her spine at this new invasion. She reached a new level
of excitation, allowing her to accept higher levels of pain.
Sensing her excitement, he left his butt burrowing, and stood up next to
her. Her arched back presented a perfect whipping target. He started up
next to her shoulders, criss-crossing his strokes all the way down her
back. The strokes were firm and forceful, but not excessive. She was in
agony with the pain of the beating and the emptiness of the cunt and ass
hole. She was not sure which pain is greater.
The lashes approached her ass from the top and the arousal in her loins
increases.
Suddenly, he leaned over and began to lash her so that the end of the
belt reached around her side and smacked her swollen tits. First on one
side and then the other. The orgasmic pain shot from the tips of her
swollen orbs directly to her clit.
Finally, after several direct hits on her nipples, her orgasm short
circuited her brain and she swooned, collapsing into her bonds on the
chair. He saw the girl faint in the chair and stopped whipping her.
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Moving around behind her, he placed the head of his cock at the entrance
of her vagina. With a single lunge, he shoved all ten inches into her
sopping tunnel. He then began a slow movement in and out, pulling out
until only the engorged head remained planted inside her. Gradually, she
regained her senses, thrilling to the feel of his cock inside her. She
urged him to faster fucking by her hip movements, rotating and twisting
as much as her bonds would allow.
"So, you're back with the living?"
An enthusiastic nod 'yes.'
"Good, I wouldn't want you to miss this."
He pulled himself out of her, much to her dismay. Then, positioning his
cock head at her rear portal, he slowly pushed forward, grabbing a creamy
ass cheek in each hand. She screamed into her gag. The pain was
intense, worse than anything before.
"He is too big. He will tear me up. NO NO NO NO NO"
The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past the courageous, but
over-matched sphincter of her ass. He stopped pushing to give her a
chance to accommodate to his size. The pain in her butt eased slightly
and she caught her breath. The pole in her rectum was huge, but slowly
the tissues stretched and the pain was replaced by a strange feeling of
being stuffed in the most nasty way possible.
He felt the tension drain from her and slid another inch into her. She
gasped at this new feeling, but shoved her ass back up against the
invader. Still more of the hard cock slid up her poop chute until
finally, she felt his balls against her cunt.
"I'm in."
She nods her head.
"It's tight. Your ass is so fucking tight. It's the best."
He began to pump in and out. She helped as much as she could. Normally,
on the two or three occasions he had gotten it up twice, he had lasted
almost an hour before he came the second time. This time, because of the
vice-tight grip of her ass hole, he felt himself peaking after about 15
strokes.
Driving quickly to conclusion, he buried as much of his cock in her ass
as he could as he squirted his juice into her bowels.
He fell forward onto her whipped back. His prick deflated and slithered
out of the previously virgin hole with a soft kissing sound. White cum
leaked out for a little while until her sphincter regained its tight
seal.
Going to her bathroom, he looked through the medicine cabinet until he
finds the things he was looking for. Back in the living room he poured
some lotion into his hands to warm it up, then began rubbing the healing
and soothing lotion into her legs, back and ass. Lastly, he reached
under her and gently massaged her tits with the lotion.
He then untied her legs and removed the gag. Leaving her hands tied, he
loosened the tie from the leg of the chair and helped her to her feet.
Placing her arms around his neck, he picked her up gently and carried her
to the bedroom.
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Carefully, he laid her down on the four poster canopied bed. She held
her hands out and up to him, silently asking to be untied. He checked
the bonds to determine if they were too tight. Seeing that they were not
too tight to cut off the blood, he smiled and shook his head at her. He
took her hands and tied them with the end of the tie to the head board of
the bed. She was again fully exposed to his whims and his hands caressed
her staining up-thrusting breasts. Flicking her nipples sharply, he held
up several clothes pins, squeezing one open and letting it snap shut.
"Ready for round two?," he asked wickedly.
Her eyes opened wide with realization that she had finally met a man who
would fulfill all of her fantasies and more.
He searched through her bedside drawers, not sure what he was looking for
or what he would find. To his surprise, he found a couple of vibrating
dildos. Eight and ten inches of solid shaking rubber.
Holding them up to her, he grinned. "One not enough?"
She blushed. "The lady at the store said to use one at a time. She gave
me different sizes so I could have variety. I haven't used them, yet."
She blushed a deeper red at the admission.
"Well, we'll have to try some variety, too."
He went to her dresser and retrieved two scarves. Fasting one to each
ankle, he secured her legs wide spread to the end posts of the bed.
Taking a pillow, he shoved it under her ass, elevating her blonde muff
and exposing her cunt. She watched him silently, her pounding heart
jiggling her tits with each pulse. Her breathing had settled down, but
the anticipation was building in her.
He picked up the 10 inch vibrator and brought it up close to her cunt.
Turning it on he rubbed the realistic head over her clit.
"AAAAAHHHHHH"
Her head snapped back into the mattress as the electrifying sensations
coursed through her body. Her juices began to flow again, lubricating
her cunt walls. Pushing the head lower and in, he inserted the dildo
completely up her snatch.
The vibrator was still on. The vibrations focused all her feelings in
her loins. With her eyes closed and her head rolling around, she didn't
see him pick up the second rubber prick until he placed the head to her
lips.
"Suck it good. Get it good and wet."
She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the hunk of rubber as far
as she could, making a gagging sound as it hit the back of her throat.
Shoving it in and out a couple of times, he pulled it out and put the tip
against her anal sphincter.
"How's this for variety?," he asked as he shoved the smooth sided
vibrator up her ass.
Since she was already stretched out from his thumb and his cock, the
spit-lubed rubber prick slid all the way up with little discomfort. With
a wicked smile he turned this one on as well and turned to leave the
room.
With growing tension in her, she watched him leave. The clothes pins
were lying there by the bed. They were new ones with tight springs. She
had just bought them last week and hadn't even used them. What they
would do to her if he used them she couldn't imagine. Just thinking
about the squeezing pain made her nipples stand stiff and erect, swollen
with a sudden surge of adrenaline pumped blood. The vibrations
dominating her nether region were building to a tantalizing promise of
orgasmic release, but without direct stimulation to her clit she knew she
couldn't climax. The way she was tied left her no way to touch, rub,
wiggle, or roll. She started to moan in glorious agony and laid back to
enjoy the ride that this mysterious man was taking her on.
Several minutes passed. She heard him in the other room, sometimes
shuddering as he gave a wicked chuckle as he found something in the
kitchen or the other room.
"Miss me?," he smirked as he came back into the bedroom.
He was holding his hands behind his back. He placed the items on the
floor, out of her sight. He leaned over her and kissed her tenderly.
Looking directly into her eyes, he asked, "Do you want to continue? The
rest will be painful but rewarding. I think it will be a new experience
for you".
She was quiet for a minute. Actually, there was no decision for her to
make, as she would rather die than stop. But a minor orgasm was passing
through her at the moment, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.
Then, she simply said, "Yes."
He kissed her, harder this time, but still careful not to touch her
anywhere critical to give her any additional stimulation. She groaned in
anguish and frustration as he stood up, his large prick standing at half
mast.
He busied himself around her. First three lengths of string were
threaded up over the canopy rods of the four-poster bed. Next, a two
inch rubber ball was produced.
"Open wide," he commanded.
Meekly, but with a growing fear, she obeyed, opening her mouth wide until
he could force the ball into her mouth. The ball stretched her jaws. He
pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped the tape over the ball in her
mouth and completely circled her head twice with the tape. Clearly
overkill, but the feeling of the tape across her cheeks filled her with
dread. She could breathe only through her nose.
Leaning over her he brought his mouth to her nearest tit. Capturing the
nipple between his teeth, he chewed on the nub lightly. Then he sucked
as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could. There was still
much of the huge mammary remaining outside.
Bringing both hands into play, he cupped them around the base of her
breast and squeezed, forcing the nipple even farther into his mouth so
that it bumped up against his tonsils. His tongue was massaging the tit
flesh constantly, working in a frenzied manner. Her nipple responded to
the stimulation by standing up as high as it could.
Feeling the bloated nipple in the back of his mouth, he quietly reached
over and grabbed one of the clothes pins. Bringing it up beside his
mouth next to her tit, he suddenly pulled back. The clothes pin snapped
around the surprised button and brought a stiffening of pain from the
girl attached to the tortured nipple.
Deliberately, he repeated the procedure on the other breast. Even
knowing what had happened to its partner and what was in store for it did
not deter the brave nipple from responding to his erotic manipulation.
The poor soldier was captured and smashed inside the wooden cage.
She knew where the third clothes pin was going. She tried to block it
out, but she felt her body responding to his insistent manipulations.
First his fingers rubbed lightly over her labia, exciting the already
over-heated bud of flesh.
The nodule grew under his skillful touch, surprising her. She had never
had that happen to her, even when she had touched herself down there.
Her clit was expanding like a tiny penis. When he kissed the tip of her
clit and sucked the tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, she gave up all
pretense of cognizant thought and fell into an orgasmic stupor. She only
revived when the tender bud was cruelly trapped between the jaws of the
unforgiving clothespin.
"Ready?"
"More? What more can there be?," she thought.
Shakily she nodded, her eyes wild with lust, pain, fear and excitement.
Reaching down by the bed he pulled up some more items. He held them up
for her inspection and they caused her to quake to her soul. She knew
where he got the large peacock feather, but where had he gotten those
large rubber bands? She trembled as he gently caressed her tits. But
her quick breathing and erect nipples betray her true feelings of
excitement.
Squeezing her boobs tightly, he slipped one of the elastic bands from his
wrist and moved it down to the base of the pliable globe. The band
caused the already firm and swollen flesh to stand even taller. Another
band, smaller than the first, followed and settled around the middle of
her tit. A third, smaller yet, was placed just behind her nipple,
causing her tit to look like a two tiered jiggling mound with a cherry on
top.
The feelings in her chest were strange. Not pain, exactly, but a
restricting feeling that filled her cunt with flowing juices. As the
bands constricted, the flesh between them became even more sensitive. As
the trapped blood in the banded globes swelled to a maximum, the pain
increased to become a throbbing ache in her chest.
Moving quickly, he took one of the strings he has strung up over the
canopy. He tied one string to each of the clothes pins. She looked like
a puppet on a string, and he knew that she would react to them just like
one, too. Taking the loose end of one of the strings attached to her
tits, he gently pulled the string taut. A sharp intake of breath told
him that the flesh was not numb. He secured a small glass animal from
the collection on her dresser to the end of the string with a tight knot.
Dropping the small item suddenly pulled up the clothes pin attached to
the nipple. She squealed in pain and pleasure and began panting in
anticipation of the next two weights.
He did not disappoint her. A similar sized weight was attached to the
string of the other tit. Knowing the pain was coming didn't lessen the
feelings. For her newly discovered erectile clit, he selected a lighter
weight, as this was extremely sensitive flesh.
He picked up the feather with a wicked grin. A light caress along her
sternum surprised her with the intensity. Brushing the tip of the
feather back and forth over her stomach started her giggling. But being
gagged, the sounds were muffled.
Several minutes later he had traversed her entire body with the exception
of her cunt and tits. The constant laughing and giggling strained every
muscle in her stomach, neck and arms. The tendons of her legs were
flexed rigid and stood out as she tried to get relief from the diabolical
feather. She never knew she was so ticklish. Sweat was running off her
body. She didn't know if she could take any more.
He set the feather down on the bed beside her. Relief flooded through
her as the laughing reflex settles down, and she grinned up at him. He
was grinning, too, but too wickedly for her taste. He stood by the bed,
leaned down and picked up the last item. At first she didn't recognize
what it was and then it dawned on her.
"The old drapery cords!," she thought.
He had made a multi-tailed whip from the cords and put a hard looking
knot in the end of each strand. He lazily dragged the makeshift cat o'
nine tails across her taut belly. A sudden flick of his wrist wiped all
traces of laughter from her shocked frame. Nine points of pain surged
across her mid section. A second flick and nine more welts rose up on
the now irritated flesh.
"Nice effect," he said.
Then, very methodically, he whipped every inch of her exposed flesh
starting at her finger tips and ending with her toes. Again he avoided
her breasts and pubic areas. Red angry welts covered her body. Even her
neck, chin and ears were spotted. Tears were running down the sides of
her face. She had never felt such pain. And she loved it. Deep down
she knew she loved what Sam was doing to her. She also realized she was
falling in love with him.
She knew he wasn't finished either. His eyes were gleaming, watching her
every reaction. He was playing her to the max. She also knew she would
take every thing he had to give. Another stroke brought searing pain to
the sole of her foot. Two of the knots landed between her toes. The
other foot was next with similar results.
"Now for desert," he said.
Picking up the feather he had laid down, he lightly touched the stressed
flesh on the bottom side of her breasts. An electric shock ran straight
to her cunt and she came hard. Another feathery touch on the other globe
spasmed her again. Back and forth, back and forth the marauding feather
took her ever higher. Her head whipped around the bed, hair flying. She
was in a perpetual state of orgasm.
He deliberated carefully his next and last move. He wanted her conscious
for this, but at the very brink of sanity. She would have to be crazy to
enjoy this, and she was almost there. One more stab and flick with the
long feather across her ballooning nipples put her in the right state of
mind.
He heard a muted babbling from behind her gag, her eyes rolled up in her
head. Quickly he flicked his wrist of the hand that still held the whip.
Nine hard knots of cord pummeled her mound, her clit, and slit. Another
quick flick up her legs terrorized her anal area.
The surprise was so great and the pain so intense, she squirted both
vibrators out of her holes at the same time and promptly fainted in a
completely sated orgasmic faint, continuing to moan and spasm even though
she was unconscious.
The President's Club 5/13
by NightShade
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She slowly revived and became aware of her surroundings. The first thing
she noticed was that she was no longer bound and the pain was gone. She
was floating, kind of. Opening her eyes, she saw she was in the hot tub
on her apartment deck, the bubbling hot water soothing away the aches and
pains of the wonderful ordeal she had just gone through.
He was sitting behind her in the tub, holding her head out of the water
by hanging gently, but firmly onto her breasts. He whispered softly into
her ear, humming a familiar lullaby. She relaxed into him and felt his
erection behind her.
Turning her head, she smiled at him, kissing him long and hard. She
raised up in the tub and reached beneath her for his prick. Positioning
herself carefully, she lowered herself onto his erect manhood. Fully
impaled, she leaned back once again, reached her arms up over her head
and began to massage his cock with her cunt muscles. No other action was
needed as she slowly, rhythmically coaxed the cum out of his pee slit.
There was still a long night of fucking ahead.
-------------------------------------------------
The next morning he was still there. She woke up slowly, stretching her
arms above her head. She felt like a cat and purred softly under her
breath.
He stirred, rolled over and opened one eye.
"Good morning."
"Good morning to you, too. How do you feel?"
She stopped and took a minute to do a quick self assessment.
"Fine," she answered, somewhat surprised. "You were wonderful", she
continued with a giggle.
"So were you." He paused as he got serious. "You seem to like your sex
rough. How rough can you take it?"
"With you? As rough as you want. For some reason I trust you." She
didn't say she loved him, too. She thought she had better wait and see
how things turned out. Besides, this was all new to her, and on top of
that, she was a married woman!
He thought about it for a moment.
"OK, Karin. Pack an overnight case."
It was not a question or statement. It was a command and she did not
hesitate or question his authority or intentions.
An hour later, after a hearty breakfast and a hasty packing of some
essential toiletries, they were on the road in his car. She was sitting
as close to him as she could get with her feet drawn up under her on the
seat. His arm was draped across the back of the seat and she had her
head resting on his chest, occasionally slipping her fingers in under his
shirt to twirl the hair on his chest.
They traveled for about two hours, winding up into the mountains of a
nearby state. Finally he pulled off the road onto a narrow dirt path,
the ruts bouncing them around the car as he hurried to get out of sight.
Stopping the car, he leaned over and kissed her.
"We walk from here."
He got her bag from the back and helped her out of the car.
"Stop. Turn around."
She did as he commanded.
Taking a length of cord from the trunk, he walked up behind her. Pulling
her wrists behind her back, he looped the cord around them. This time he
pulled the rope tight.
Next, the cord was looped around her elbows and tightened. Her elbows
came together in the middle of her back until they were touching. The
discomfort this caused her was incredible.
Her position pushed her tits out in front of her, the nipples just
exposed over the top of the fabric of the low-cut shirt.
Sam had only allowed her to wear a small tank top, cut-off shorts and
high-heels. He had modified her old cut-off shorts so that they were
obscene. Only the seam was remaining between her thighs and that rode up
into her slit. The sides were cut high so that both her ass cheeks were
glaringly exposed.
But she felt no embarrassment. Because this was what he had wanted, she
would have gone to the opera dressed like that.
The next loop of the cord went around her neck. He tied a slip knot in
the cord and pulled the loop tight. Her eyes opened wide at that.
Holding on to the end of the cord like a leash, he started walking up the
trail.
"Don't fall," was all he said.
Struggling for breath, she tried hard to focus on the rough trail. It
was not used very much, and was crossed occasionally with roots and
fallen branches. Somehow she managed not to strangle herself and they
approached a sturdy cabin set up against a cliff of the mountain.
He stopped in front of the door and worked the huge lock. It was
obviously in good working order and shortly he walked back to her.
He bent slightly and kissed her on the lips.
"This is your last chance to back out. After this I won't ask or listen
to your pleas. You in or out?"
She looked him deeply in the eye and then turned to look out over the
scenic vista at the front of the mountain cabin.
"In."
He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. As he kissed her, he undid the
snap of her cut-offs and unzipped them.
She wiggled her hips to help him and the shorts fell to the ground around
her feet. She stepped out of them, naked from the waist down but for her
shoes.
She felt the cold steel of a hunting knife sliding along the skin between
her breasts. In her forced arched posture, the stressed fabric was cut
like butter by the razor sharp knife. In seconds, she stood nude in
front of him.
He stabbed the knife into a log on the side of the cabin several feet
above her head. Pulling on the cord around her neck, he forced her to
stand with her face pressed up against the rough logs. He tied the cord
to the handle of the knife.
He went into the cabin and got some more rope and a couple of tent
stakes. He pounded the stakes into the ground beside her and tied her
feet so that they were spread apart. This forced her up on tip-toe and
the strain in her calves made them stand out even more than the high
heels did.
"You can scream up here and no one will hear you."
She had wondered why he had not gagged her. He seemed to enjoy her
helplessness to communicate with him.
"But then I'd have to hear you, so we'll just put this in there," he
continued as he shoved a large phallic gag into her mouth. Two straps
around her head secured it deep within her mouth.
He threaded a cord between her body and the wall. Pulling the cord up
under her tits, he looped the cord over the tops of them and pulled it
tight. The thin cord bit into the soft pliant flesh. The orbs stood out
even more as they were pulled into each other. He tied the ends of the
cord behind her neck.
His finger ran down her ass crack to explore her ass hole. She quickly
began to moan with arousal and tried to hump back onto the inquisitive
finger.
Reaching under her farther he found her sopping slit. Putting two
fingers together, he jammed upward and buried them up to the palm of his
hand. The suddenness of the assault took her breath away. He started
sawing in and out until her body began to respond to the crudely erotic
actions.
Seeing her response, he stepped back from her and exposed his ramrod-hard
prick. Quickly, he jammed his cock into her steamy twat. He got about
six inches buried into her and had to move in and under her to shove in
the last four. Each thrust lifted her up off her toes and mashed her
tits into the rough log cabin wall. The logs were placed just right so
that by chance her nipples began to work their way into the crack between
two of the logs. As he continued to fuck her, her nipples began to swell
from the arousal of the fucking and the rough treatment.
Each thrust pushed her tits into the wall, shoving her pliable breasts
into the crack. Eventually, the nipples got stuck in the narrow crease
between the upper and lower logs, held in by their swelling.
He shifted suddenly, moving his hips from side to side. This motion
amplified itself across her upper body and slid her nipples along the
narrowing crack, pinching them in tight, even without the swelling.
In addition, a huge sharp sliver of wood jammed into the side of one of
the nipples, skewering it clear through on one of his more forceful
thrusts into her cunt. This painful situation, unintended by him, set of
fireworks of pain and, strangely, pleasure in her body. She trembled
violently as she started to come for the first time at the cabin. Her
cunt milked his cock as she came. Grunting through her gag, she urged
him to fuck her faster.
He plowed into her harder and faster, surging toward his own finish.
Panting and jerking, his cock spewed his cum deep into her pussy. Once,
twice, three, four times his cum squirted into her. He couldn't believe
it when his prick caught a second wind and poured another three loads
into her.
"This girl is special, all right. My prick is still stiff," he thought
in amazement.
He pulled out of her and stuffed his prick back into his pants. She
remained hanging on the wall for a few painful seconds, held up by her
pinched nipples. When they did finally pull free of the logs, the sliver
remained, looking like a small harpoon through a tiny rosy whale. The
pain of the extended flesh flashed straight through to her cunt
blossoming into a fireball in her stomach.
As she passed out, her knees gave way. She slumped towards the ground,
strangling on the cord around her neck.
Acting fast, he caught her up under her arms and raised her up, propping
her against the wall. Reaching up, he pulled out the knife in the wall
and loosened the cord around her neck. He untied her ankles and put her
like a limp doll over his shoulder. He carried her into the cabin and
gently laid her on the bed.
He noticed the small trickle of dried blood caused by the sliver.
Carefully, he leaned over and licked the blood away. Then he gently
cleaned the wound, but left the sliver in place.
The President's Club 6/13
by NightShade
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She came to on the bed about an hour later. Her hands and elbows were
still tied, as was the cord around her neck. Carefully, she tried to
move her legs and found that any movement tightened the noose around her
neck. She was hog-tied and any movement, any movement at all, would
strangle her. The fear caused a tingle in her cunt. This was the kind
of treatment she had unconsciously longed for all her life. She couldn't
explain it, that's just the way she was.
She slowly turned her head to look around the cabin. She could see
nothing. The cabin was dark and she was looking directly into the wall.
She heard Sam come into the cabin. He was stomping his feet on the
porch outside to clean most of the mud and dirt off his boots. The door
squeaked open and footsteps wandered around the room as he checked on the
fire in the stove and other details. The footsteps stopped by the bed.
Karin craned her neck around to look up at him. He was watching her with
interest to see what her reaction would be. He wondered if he had gone
too far this time. He had no idea of knowing that this young girl's
capacity for pain inflicted by him was made almost endless by her growing
love for him. He could have done anything to her.
But permanent damage was not his style. Serious pain, yes, but pain with
a purpose and an end. Mostly it was a game of control and he loved the
feeling of total control.
She saw his face was somber. The first thought through her mind was that
something was wrong with him or that she had displeased him.
She asked, "Is everything OK?"
"You tell me."
"You mean with me? Sure, I'm fine, but I meant, is everything OK with
you? You're not mad at me are you?"
He grinned down and the bound girl. "Yeah, everything's fine, and, No,
I'm not mad at you."
He turned and gestured toward the stove. "Hungry?"
She had not noticed her hunger, but now that he mentioned it, she was
famished.
"Yes. Would you like me to fix it?"
He busied himself with the ropes that bound her.
"No. I want you to rest up. There is a steam outside with a pool to
clean up. Go for a swim and get refreshed. Follow the trail to the left
and be back in about half an hour, OK?"
She clumsily got to her feet. She had been bound in position so long
that her legs and arms were cramped. He helped her to walk around until
she was steady. Then he tossed her a towel and a bar of soap. A
stinging loving slap on her fanny sent her laughing out the cabin door.
It was a beautiful afternoon in the high mountains. The crisp air filled
her lungs as she wandered down the path to the pond. She hugged herself
with happiness. She had never felt so free or happy before. She had
found a man who understood her and who had fucked her beyond her wildest
dreams. She trusted him and she loved him madly.
The water was cold and clear. Karin put down the towel, set the soap on
the bank within easy reach and dove into the deepest part of the pool.
The shock of the cold water wiped all other thoughts from her mind and
all pain from her system. She burst to the surface, gasping for air.
The penetrating cold caused her nipples to harden, but not with
excitement. The spear of wood was still through the one. She looked at
it closely now that she could get her hands up to her tits to move them
around.
The wood pierced the button cleanly through the body of it on a
horizontal axis. Sam had obviously cleaned it, but he had left the
sliver in.
"He must want it to stay," she thought.
Getting the bar of soap, she stood in thigh high water and lathered her
body, careful not to disturb the sliver of wood through her nipple. She
didn't notice any soreness or bruising on her body parts as she soaped
up, evidence of the mastery of her tormentor. She hugged herself in her
giddiness at the thought that he must really care for her.
She stood and breathed in the clean mountain air, now carrying the smell
of the soap. The soap had a manly scent to it and it reminded her of the
smell of Sam. She wanted to be completely his, to remove all the traces
of herself, even down to her own scent. She lathered up her hair with
the soap to remove the traces of her shampoo, piling the soapy tresses up
on her head in a twisting motion. Finally clean, she dove back into the
icy water and rinsed the soap off her body.
The icy water had numbed her and she was able to stay in the pool and
float on her back for a while, looking up at the fluffy white clouds
chasing each other around the sky. She was very relaxed and at peace.
Getting out of the pool, she dried off and then wrapped her hair in the
towel and wore it like a turban back to the cabin. She walked proudly,
her nakedness a badge of love. She had no idea what would happen next,
but she was not worried. She trusted Sam.
The first thing Sam noticed was that the piercing wood was still in her
nipple. He grinned. "Good," he thought to himself. "I'm glad I went
back to get that equipment. I'll be able to use it finally."
His prick rose as he watched the young girl quietly sit by the fire,
drying her hair with the cheery blaze. She was so trusting with him. He
began to feel a stirring of emotion toward Karin that was unfamiliar to
him. Her complete trust in him made him care about her. It wouldn't
stop him from his plans, but it made him take the extra effort to make
sure it would be special for her. And, to his surprise, he found that he
was looking forward to it being special for him.
He reviewed their brief history and discovered that he had started to
care for her when she had stepped out of the elevator two nights before.
Something about the look in her eyes, her willingness to please him, her
wanton display of sensual pleasure and pain - this girl was special and
he responded to her.
Sam finished preparing the meal in a pensive mood. The scene was very
domestic, not at all what he had imagined. She saw him looking at her
and smiled at him. Her smile was radiant and honestly happy.
He helped her into her seat gently, careful not to jar her tit with the
pierced nipple. She noticed his attempts and playfully punched at him.
"Oh, come on silly, I won't break. You know that by now, don't you?"
He blushed that she had seen through him so easily. He got serious.
"Karin, I just want to be sure that this is what you want. If you want
to stop, just say so and we'll go back to the city."
She looked at him curiously.
"Did you have something else planned to do to me?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Was it going to be something special?"
"Yes."
"Then I want to do it, too!"
"Don't you want to know what it is before you decide that?"
She paused.
"Will it excite you?"
"Yes."
"Will you fuck me?," she continued, teasing him with their game.
"Yes," he grinned back.
"Hard?," she whispered, her eyes closing dreamily.
"And long," came the reply as he leaned into her and kissed her tenderly.
"Often, too, I hope. God, I love your cock!" She giggled into his mouth
as they kissed, their tongues dueling playfully.
Dinner was a delightful affair, quiet banter back and forth, like the
first date it was. He discovered much more about her than she did about
him. He was pleased to find a quick wit and a sharp, but untrained, mind
sitting across from him. Somehow, that increased her appeal to him. She
sat, totally unconcerned about her nakedness, totally at ease.
Finally, the food was gone, the table cleared and the dishes cleaned and
put away. He had been putting off the next session as long as he could,
and they both knew it. He went and sat in the big chair by the fire and
stared into it, thinking.
Karin stood behind the chair, watching him struggle with his decision for
a long time. Men were so easy to read. She had watched his emotions
change the last two days as if she was watching television. It was a
natural female ability. She had known he was in love with her before
they came to the mountains. She thought it was funny that, now that he
knew he cared about her, he couldn't continue.
She went over to him and sat on the arm of the chair.
"Sam, I could be naughty if it would help you. But I'm already naked.
And I've already fucked you."
She reached down with her hands and loosened his belt. His pants opened
at her efforts and she slipped her hand inside. Grasping the shaft of
his stiffening cock, she pumped it slowly up and down. Freeing his prick
from his pants, she knelt in front of the chair between his legs.
Looking up into his widened eyes, she said, "If you'll tell me what to
do, I'll be a naughty girl and lick it for you."
She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. A clear
drop of pre-cum was pooling in the pee slit, and she stuck out her tongue
to lick it up. The salty flavor sent shivers down her back.
"Like this?," she asked coyly.
He groaned. This was one of his favorite activities. She leaned forward
and kissed his prick again, this time circling the head with her tongue
after. He groaned again.
"Was that good?"
"Shit, woman, will you quit teasing me?," he bellowed.
"But Sam, I've only done this once before. I want to do it right, so it
will be good for you. You'll have to tell me what to do."
He looked down and saw the hurt in her eyes.
"She really doesn't know how!," he thought.
"You're doing fine, Honey," he said out loud. The term of endearment
slipped out so naturally he didn't even notice. But she did.
Her eyes brightened as she approached his prick again. With patience and
caring, he instructed her between his groans of pleasure how to suck him
off. She was a willing student, often going above and beyond the call of
duty, even to the point of forcing herself to take him down her throat.
After a while it was easier and almost seemed natural.
His load of cum pumped deep into her throat. Karin quickly pulled back
so that just his head remained in her mouth. She sucked voraciously on
the spewing organ as he instructed her and milked it dry. She pulled
back when he was done and rolled the sticky white fluid around her mouth
with her tongue, savoring it as would a connoisseur.
"Ummmm. That tastes good. I like it," she announced. "Do all men taste
the same?"
Her innocent question made him burst out in laughter.
She had a hurt pouty look on her face when she thought he was making fun
of her. He lifted her up onto his lap, settling her down with his still
erect cock between her mid thighs. He wrapped his arms around her and
buried his face in her hair.
"I don't know, Honey. I've never tasted another man, or even myself."
"Oh. OK. Just don't make fun of me, OK?"
"Never."
They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.
"Sam?"
"Yes."
"Was that naughty enough, or should I do it again?"
He squeezed her tight.
"Karin, I don't want to hurt you. I care about you too much."
"I know you care." She reached down and grasped his throbbing cock.
"And you do want to hurt me. It excites you." She gave it a squeeze.
"It's all right. You can do anything you want to me. I want you to."
She paused. "I love you."
She hung her head and watched her hand stroke his cock.
"And I like it, too.," she added quietly. Looking up she asked, "Does
that make me weird or something?"
If he hadn't loved her before, he did now. His heart softened as the
beautiful young naked girl on his lap confessed her love to him. After
he had beat her. And asking for more. What more could he ask for?
He reached around and cupped the pierced breast. He gradually squeezed
the soft flesh until she squirmed against his lap.
"Ummmmm. Yessss." The feeling that he was back in control filled her
with a glow that started the fires burning in her belly.
He reached out and gently grasped the piece of wood.
She inhaled through her clenched teeth but did not pull away. She looked
up at him and smiled.
"It's OK. Play with it."
He twisted it slowly like a tiny propeller. She squeezed her eyes shut
and arched her back into the pain. She bit her tongue to keep from
screaming, as she didn't want to stop him with her cries.
The nipple snapped back to its normal position when he let go. She
sagged into his chest. She had climaxed and there was a wet spot on his
pant leg where she was sitting. She felt the spot grow larger as more
cunt juice continued to leak out post-climax.
Karin looked down and shifted her buttocks to see the stain.
"Oooohhh, now you're really going to have to punish me, huh?," she asked
hopefully.
"Yes, now you're really going to get it," he grinned back.
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Standing up suddenly, he deposited her unceremoniously on the floor.
"Stay there!" he said gruffly
Karin smiled to herself, the tingles starting already. Her man was back
to normal. She didn't want him to be gentle when he wanted to be rough.
There would be a time for gentleness - for 'normal' sex - later, she was
sure. Right now, she wanted him to be her master, her tormentor.
Sam walked over to a pile of equipment in the back of the room and
selected several items. Coming back to where she sat, he grabbed her arm
and dragged her to one of the center posts holding the roof up. The post
was not too near the fire, but was close enough to warm them both and to
cast a dancing satanic light on the proceedings.
He stood her up with her back to the post. Going around behind her, he
grabbed her wrists and tied them tightly behind the post. Taking a short
stick, he shoved this between the post and her elbows, forcing her back
to arch and her chest our. Her breasts stood proudly on display from her
forced posture. A loop of rope around the ends of the stick and her
elbows drawing her elbows together, forcing her tits to point out even
farther.
He knelt down and tied a rope tightly around her ankles, fastening them
to the post. A rope at her knees followed.
She started creaming, her fantasy coming to reality. It was even better
this way. Tears of joy streamed down her face and dripped on her tits as
she watched him labor on her restraints. She had to strain her head far
forward and peek between her swollen globes to see him working.
He glanced up and saw her tears. A shocked look crossed his face and her
started to stand up.
"No, don't stop! I've dreamed of this happening and now it is. It's OK,
really."
He looked up at her for a long moment.
"Tell me what to do. Help me make it good for you, OK?"
She leaned back her head against the post and sobbed in joy. He jumped
to his feet and nearly tripped on the ropes on the floor. The look on
his face and his actions touched her deeply.
"First, kiss me."
"OK."
"Hard."
"And long?"
"Yessss"
He spent several minutes kissing not only her mouth, but her ears, nose,
chin, eyes and neck.
"Now what?"
She instructed him to tie the ropes around her calves and mid thighs.
Twice she made him do it tighter, cutting into her flesh and molding her
upright to the post. She had him tie the rope around her waist, again
cutting into the soft tissue there. Then she had him show her all other
ropes he had. She selected the thickest, roughest fiber rope he had.
When she told him what to do with it he looked dubious. She repeated her
instructions, reassuring him that it would be OK.
Sam forced the end of the rough rope between her thighs. The stiff sharp
fibers scraped and irritated her tender skin as it was pulled through to
the back. She hissed out her breath as the rope was pulled up against
her crotch. Her asshole and pussy lips flamed with the fiery touches.
He tied the rope tightly to the waist belt in back. He forced the rope
in behind the post and her ass cheek so that it was centered down her ass
crack.
Looking her directly in the eye, he grasped the other end of the rope and
pulled it up, firmly embedding the itchy rope against her cunt lips.
"Harder," she gasped.
He pulled it up tighter.
"More!"
He gave a sharp jerk. Her eyes rolled up into her head as the rough rope
pushed through her protective outer lips and rubbed directly on her clit.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. Oh SHIT, OH YES, YES, YES, YES!"
Sweat broke out on her forehead from the effort of her cum. A weak smile
greeted his bewildered eyes. He would never have thought of that
feature.
He watched her hips move tentatively against the crotch rope. She would
be rubbed raw in a short time. Thinking the same thing, she stopped her
movements
"Now my tits," she said.
She told him how to tie off the spongy orbs from her chest, making them
stick out even more and slightly cock-eyed. She saw his fascination with
them and decided against the second banding around the center of the
bulging boobs.
The tension in her was phenomenal. She was completely restrained at
last. She began to work her hips back and forth rhythmically. She
popped off with a major climax almost at once.
He waited until she was done.
"Next?," he asked.
"Now it's your turn. You mentioned something about spanking me..." She
looked awkwardly down towards her ass, protected by the post from any
hard blows. "...but maybe you had another target in mind...?"
Her stomach was bare, and her cunt was fairly accessible. She wasn't
sure of his target. Until she saw his gaze fixed on her breasts. Her
tender, swollen breasts. A shudder went through her body. "Oh God, he's
going to beat my tits. I don't know if I can stand that. But look at
his thing! It's so big and hard. It excites him." These thoughts went
through her mind at a race.
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"It's OK." She hesitated, and then went on. "But you had better gag me.
I don't want you to stop until I've been punished as much as you think I
need." She looked him directly in his eye. "Please?"
He saw the fear in her eyes, and the determination.
He kissed her softly before he gagged her with a piece of thick, soft
rope. First he stuffed a small towel in her mouth. He tied the rope
around the post, adding to her feeling of helplessness. Her tears of
fear and happiness streamed down her cheeks.
The first thing he did was to pull the sliver through the nipple the rest
of the way. He didn't want it to break off and permanently injure her,
and with what he had planned, it would have been broken. He cleaned the
nipple with alcohol to prevent infection.
Standing in front of her he braced himself. He wanted to do this, it
excited him. The fact that he cared about her made him want to back off.
But she wanted him to do it. He steeled himself and swung his big hand
up. The resounding slap sounded like a gunshot in the small cabin.
Her tits swung violently from the blow. Because of her posture and the
ropes, the tissue was swollen and firm. The open handed blow had caught
the lower hemisphere, mashing it into the other tit. Her eyes opened
wide and she screamed into the gag. Immediately her hips began grinding
against the post, flexing against the crotch rope.
A second slap reddened the other tit to match the color rising from the
first blow. His cock was at the bursting point. A second blow to the
other tit followed.
He walked over to the pile of equipment and selected a heavy leather
strap about three inches wide and two feet long. She watched him move
with her eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
He paused to kiss the inflamed nipples. And then the tip of her nose.
She saw he was looking for reassurance, so she nodded to him as best she
could with her head tied to the post. He saw her attempt and smiled at
her. He dried her tears with his sleeve.
Stepping back, he swung the heavy strap in a wide arch. The target this
time was her soft belly. The belt smacked just below her ribs, curling
around her sides. A second blow landed lower. By the third strike, she
knew he was going to satisfy his need to beat her and she relaxed into
the pain.
A fourth and fifth stripe crossed her body. He proceeded lower and
crossed her mons. He had taken nothing off the blow and the pain coursed
through her mind in a cleansing flood. The next blow covered her cunt
with stinging leather. She came, hard.
He continued to beat her thighs and legs, letting the belt wrap around
her limbs to get maximum coverage. Sweat was dripping from his face
because of his exertions. They were both breathing heavily, he from the
work, she from the climaxes she was having.
He set the strap down. She looked at him and saw by the gleam in his eye
that he wasn't finished. She could only hope that he would continue to
the end of what he planned and not stop short because of her.
He went over to his jacket and pulled out a small case. Coming back to
her he caressed her breast with the punctured nipple. It was still quite
sore, but he flicked at it until it stood out from the swollen globe.
Opening the case, he pulled out a small gold ring. Gazing into her eyes,
he threaded it through the hole in her nipple made by the wood sliver.
She inhaled sharply at the intense pain, but kept her eyes glued to his
tender ones. She saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
Next he swabbed the pierced nipple with alcohol. The cool stinging
liquid made her wince, but she nodded. Her eyes grew wide when he
cleaned the other nipple.
"He was leaving his mark on her!," she thought, closing her eyes in
anticipation .
The piercing machine was fit against her breast. She opened her eyes
when nothing happened to see him looking at her for permission. She
wrinkled her nose at him and winked, teasing him and gave him a definite
nod. His eyes lit up and he squeezed the stainless steel plunger through
her nipple.
Her eyes widened at the incredible pain and she screamed into the gag.
Even the piercing of the other nipple by the sliver had not hurt this
much. She fought her bonds in earnest for the first time, reveling in
her helplessness. Finally she calmed down.
He threaded another gold ring through this freshly pierced button. She
was breathing heavily from the experience. Even her flexing hips could
not raise the sexual tension in her body. She was exhausted, limp in her
bonds. She had her eyes closed and did not see him preparing the
soldering iron.
The first drop of solder touched the split in the golden ring and flowed
in to the narrow opening, sealing it into a solid ring as it cooled. The
second drop flowed around the second ring and came into contact with the
delicate tissue. Karin didn't even jerk as she fainted from the pain.
The President's Club 7/13
by NightShade
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She had been released and bathed when she awoke. Sam had massaged her
wrists and legs with a soothing lotion, but the marks would last for
days, especially those between her legs and cunt lips. She was very
tender down there.
She stirred and looked up at him. He had removed his clothes while he
labored over her. Reaching over she grabbed his prick firmly.
"You promised."
"I know. But are you OK?"
She turned a defiant eye to his. "You promised!" she repeated.
He chuckled as he lay down beside her on the bed. He treated her with
extreme care. Much too gently for her taste.
She rolled out from under him and pushed him over on his back. Her sore
muscles screamed at her actions but she kept at it. She lifted her leg
up and over his torso and settled down over him, straddling his hips. It
hurt so good she almost fainted.
Karin put her palms against his shoulders and pressed down, resting on
her straightened arms. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply several
times, willing the pain into the background.
He lay still, his prick nestled between her pussy and his body. He was
amazed at her determination and stamina. He decided to let her set the
pace this time. He was completely satisfied with the trip so far, having
satisfied his need for occasionally inflicting pain. The rest was gravy
for him.
Catching her breath she raised up. Reaching beneath her, she positioned
his cock head against her cunt. With a cry, she pushed back firmly,
fully seating herself on his saddle horn. Pleasure mixed with pain as
she was filled with hot pulsing meat.
She rocked back and forth, establishing a rhythm that matched the beat of
her inner drummer. Sam lay passive, along for the ride.
Karin opened her eyes and saw his concerned, but happy face. She leaned
forward to kiss his forehead, then his eyes, then his nose and finally
his lips. As she kissed him, her dangling tits brushed up against the
hairs on his chest. The over-sensitized buds sent thrills coursing
through her as she shimmied her shoulders to sway her breasts over his
chest.
Breaking the kiss, she burrowed her face into his neck.
"Thank you," came her muffled voice.
"You're welcome!," he answered, then asked, puzzled, "For what?"
She pulled his hands up to cup her breasts, the gold nipple rings burning
into his palms form the heat between them.
"For this."
"Oh?"
"I'll always have these to remember our time together. Even when the
aches and pains are gone, I will have these."
"Oh"
"I know your name isn't Sam, but that's OK. I really don't want to
know," she continued. "You know where I live and that you will always be
welcome there. I'd love to visit the cabin again, anytime you want....or
need."
He felt crushed and elated. He hadn't known she had known about his
alias. And she had nailed his sexual needs on the head. And her pussy
was still milking his prick as she lay on top of him.
She grabbed him to her and stretched out her legs behind her.
Rolling to the side, still holding his cock in her cunt, she whisper
fiercely, "Fuck me, Sam, Fuck me!"
He completed the roll and settled her on her back. She lifted her knees
to give him greater access to her pussy. He reached down, grabbed her
ankles and put them up behind her neck. She was positioned with her hips
up off the bed. When he drove down into her cunt, he bottomed out and
stretched her cunt wall to a new size.
He was keeping his promise to fuck her hard, and long. He had come
several times over the course of the last two days and, although his
prick was rock hard, he was going to be able to draw this fucking out as
long as possible.
Which turned out to be not very long. Her magical cunt muscles began
squeezing and milking his prick as soon as she began to climax. She
continued to scream out her ecstasy for several minutes before he began
to pump his final load into her, his rod swelling as he peaked. He
grunted and stiffened as she screamed at his inflating, spurting cock.
Spent, he collapsed on her firm body, his deflating prick still imbedded
deep in her. It pulled out of the tight sheath several minutes later
unnoticed, as both were sound asleep.
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Sam and Karin drove back to the city in satisfied silence. He had
brought along a sweat shirt and sweat pants for her to wear, figuring
correctly that the soft loose garments wouldn't irritate her skin. She
had teased him into the icy waters of the pool before they left and they
had skinny dipped like teenagers, splashing and dunking each other. She
was strong enough to give him back as good as he got and they had
collapsed on the bank in peals of laughter. He had never enjoyed himself
more at the cabin.
He dropped her off and headed for the airport. As he drove, he turned on
his beeper. There were the usual low level crises to resolve, and then
one that made his blood boil.
"Damn, I'm going to have to go to Hong Kong tonight. Shit!"
At the same time, Karin was echoing his last 'Shit.'
She had walked into her apartment and looked straight into the barrel of
a gun. Fortunately, it belonged to a policeman. Unfortunately, she was
wanted for the murder of Bill Saunders, her husband.
She was hauled downtown for questioning by Lt. Sandra Billings. It
didn't look good for Karin. She was the only suspect, and, as his spouse
and beneficiary of his multimillion dollar life insurance policy and sole
heir to his business fortune, things didn't look at all good for her.
The police and the insurance company wanted her to be guilty.
Karin was all alone. She didn't know who Sam really was, or where she
had been at the ball or where the cabin was. She had no alibi for her
time and didn't want to go into too many details about her recent
activities. She was finger-printed and held without bail in the women's
section of the county jail pending a hearing.
It was when she was strip-searched that the first questions as to her
guilt came up. Fortunately, the women's guard assigned to book her at
the jail had just been severely reprimanded for using excessive force
and, when she saw the marks on Karin's body, called Lt. Billings. She
did not want anything to do with this new cunt. She also suspected Lt.
Billings of trying to set her up again. So she dumped it back in her
lap.
Lt. Billings had Karin stand up against the wall in the classic search
position with her arms outstretched and her legs spread, but this time
Karin was naked. She photographed the various bruises and rope marks on
her body. Then posed her to photograph the front areas. She threw her
clothes on the ground next to her.
"Get dressed."
Karin pulled the shapeless garb on carefully over her tender flesh.
"Sit."
Karin sat down.
"Did your husband beat you?," the detective started out again.
Karin thought back to the scene in the basement.
"Yes, once."
"Did he do this to you?"
"No."
"Do you know who did this to you?"
"No."
Sandra leaned forward and examined her head carefully for signs of a
blindfold.
"You didn't see who did this to you?"
"Oh, yes. But he use a phony name. He said his name was Sam, but it
wasn't."
"How did you meet him?"
"Bill owed him money or something and Sam wanted me to go out with him."
"He sold you to this mystery man?"
"No! Well, yeah, I guess so, but it wasn't like that. I liked it."
"You enjoyed this beating?" The detective was getting more incredulous
with each answer.
"Oh, he didn't just beat me. He tied me up real tight the way I like and
he fucked me a couple of times and he let me suck him off, too."
"He *let* you suck him?"
"Yes."
The detective sat shaking her head. No one in their right mind would
make up or admit to a story like that, but the marks were fresh enough to
back up her story and give her the alibi she needed.
"You're free to go, Mrs. Saunders."
"Really? Oh, Thank you!"
"You're welcome," she said sourly. There goes her fucking suspect. But
the girl - widow - was obviously too innocent and naïve to have committed
the crime.
"Uh, Mrs. Saunders? Do you know who was supposed to visit your husband
yesterday?"
"No, I haven't lived at the house for about two weeks. Just after they
beat me. Didn't you talk to Bruce?"
"Bruce? Who's Bruce? And what do you mean 'they' beat you?"
"Bruce is the butler. Or, at least, that's what they called him. He was
really just Bill's lover. They strung me up in the basement and beat me
to get me to go out with Sam. I think Bruce did most of the beating,
though," still defensive of her dead husband. She left out the part
about the toilet plunger handle rape.
The bells went off in Lt. Billings brain. "A new suspect! With a
motive! Hot Damn! And there hadn't been a trace of him in the house,
which means he was probably on the run."
She picked up her cellular phone and began to make several calls. By the
time Karin left the station, a full autopsy on Bill had been ordered, his
physician contacted, a nation wide search complete with photo (thanks to
Karin's scrapbook) for the missing Bruce initiated and all charges
against her dropped. She was a free - and very rich - woman.
The President's Club 8/13
by NightShade
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She moved back to the mansion during the next week. All the household
staff had quit and the big house was empty. Karin went up to her old
room and went to bed. She stayed in that room and the kitchen. The rest
of the house seem foreign to her and she avoided all those rooms.
Most nights she laid in her bed and cried herself to sleep, hugging her
pillows to her chest. She had no interest in sex or tying herself up.
Since she had been with Sam, and had experienced the real thing, anything
else just didn't seem enough.
She was sitting in her room staring out the window when the doorbell
rang. She waited for a while for the maid to answer it, and then
realized the maid wasn't there anymore. She hurried down the stairs.
Lt. Billings stood at the door. Karin had not realized at the police
station that she really didn't look like a cop. Her eyes were too kind
and soft.
"It must be hard for her in that place," she thought.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello, Mrs. Saunders. May I come in?"
"Sure, come on in! Please call me Karin." She opened the door wider and
moved back. As the detective came in, Karin paused.
"Is this an official visit?" She was suddenly afraid, terrified of being
all alone in the world.
Lt. Billings continued into the living room and sat on a couch. She
patted the seat beside her.
"Well, yes and no."
Karin's heart sank. She numbly shuffled over to the couch and woodenly
sat down. She held both her wrists together out in front of her. Tears
streamed down her face, but she was silent.
The female detective reached out and took Karin's hands in hers and
squeezed them. Her heart went out to the lonely girl in front of her.
"Oh, no! It's not like that at all! I'm here to tell you that we
located Bruce the butler. He confessed to the shooting. We also found
him with several hundred thousand dollars in cash from your husband's
safe. We'll be returning the money after the trial."
Karin stared dumbfounded at the woman. Suddenly, she was ripped out of
the dumps and rocketed to the heights. She continued to cry
uncontrollably as she threw her arms around the detective's neck.
"Oh, Thank you, thank you , thank you." She didn't know what else to say
as the free flow of erupting emotions poured over her.
The police woman sat quietly, holding and comforting the beautiful lady.
This next part of her visit was definitely unofficial and she needed to
work carefully.
Karin settled down and dried her eyes. She released Lt. Billings and sat
back down on the couch beside her.
"Where was Bill shot?" she asked.
"In the back."
She got a puzzled look on her face. "You mean out by the pool?"
The detective laughed. "No! He was in his bedroom. When Bruce shot
him, the bullet hit him in the back." Then she added, "Don't worry about
the mess. The city sent someone to clean it all up."
"Oh. Thanks." Karin felt kind of silly for her question. She hadn't
even known Bill had been shot. She hadn't even cared enough to find out.
She felt ashamed, even though it had been a sham marriage.
"I need to see the crime scene. There were some questions I wanted to
ask you, OK?" Lt. Billings stood up.
"It's upstairs." Karin said, leading the way.
Lt. Billings looked around the room, poking into drawers and under the
bed, playing for time.
"Where is your room?"
"Over there," said Karin pointing down the hall.
"May I see it?"
Karin silently led her into her room.
The detective poked around until she found what she was looking for.
"Which one of these were you wearing when they beat you?," she asked
holding up several bathing suits.
Karin indicated the pink one.
"Would you mind trying it on? I had some questions regarding the
beating."
A sense of dread crept up Karin's body from her toes. This was not a
casual visit.
With trembling fingers Karin took the suit and went into the bathroom to
change. She stripped off her clothes and put on the tiny suit. The
shapes of the gold nipple rings were clearly visible through the taut
fabric. She thought of Sam as she circled them softly with her
fingernail. A tear trickled down her cheek at the fond memory.
She took a deep breath and went back into her bedroom. Lt. Billings had
taken off her business jacket and Karin noticed her trim figure. The
suit had been very severely cut and did not flatter her at all. Karin
was not sure if that was by intent of because of no taste.
The detective was about Karin's height. She had wandered over to her
closet and was looking at the racks of clothes in them, many of which
Karin had never had a chance to wear. Bill had just filled it with
clothes her size.
Lt. Billings was holding up a slinky red dinner dress to her body and
looking in the mirror, swaying back and forth to see the fit better.
"That color would look lovely on you. Why don't you try it. I think
we're the same size."
The detective jumped up with a guilty look. She had expected Karin to
take longer changing.
"Oh, no, I couldn't. Could I, really?"
She had dreamed of being able to dress in a feminine way. The other cops
just wouldn't stand for it, even the other women cops would have been
jealous. She had intentionally toned down her beauty and her body by
using the wrong makeup and dressing in an unflattering way.
"Sure, go ahead!"
With a giggle, the detective stripped down to her panties and slipped the
red dress over her head. Karin stared at the naked woman. Her tits were
smaller and her hips a bit more full, but not by much either place. They
could have been sisters.
"Zip me up?," she asked.
Karin moved behind the detective. Her gun was laying on the table beside
her within Karin's reach. She shank from the weapon. She didn't notice
the slight relaxation in the detective's posture as she watched Karin's
reaction. Once a cop always a cop and she was still checking out this
naïve woman and had left the gun - unloaded - out on purpose. Not all of
her checking was for police purposes, either.
Karen tugged the zipper up the small of her back and Lt. Billings did a
quick pirouette.
"Not something I could wear to work, is it?," she quipped.
Karen smiled. She was relaxing around this woman for some reason. There
was a familiar bond between them because of their height and their
beauty. She noted the slope of her breasts as they tapered to her
bobbing nipples. The tiny buds poked defiantly through the thin fabric
of the dress, creating a sexiness Karin found strangely attractive. She
rubbed her thighs together as her own body started to get aroused.
"It's lovely on you, Lt. Billings."
"Oh, don't be so formal. Call me Sandi."
"OK, Sandi. It does look nice on you. The color really suits you."
Sandi turned back to the mirror and made a few poses. "It does bring out
my 'assets', does it?," she said, emphasizing her breasts with a little
twist.
Karin giggled. "You'd be a hit in court.'
"I'd be arrested as a hooker!" Sandi giggled along with her. "But I do
have the body for it, huh?"
Karin reached out to touch her softly on the waist. She had intended
only to smooth a wrinkle, but Sandi had moved at the last minute and she
found her hand caressing a tantalizingly soft buttock. A forbidden
thrill went through her.
"Oh. Excuse me!"
"That's OK. It felt nice."
Karin blushed.
Sandi turned to her.
"Show me where it happened."
"Where what happened?"
"Where they beat you."
Karin's heart sank. The basement. She hated the basement. She hadn't
been down there since that day.
She slowly led Sandi out of the bedroom, down the stairs to the basement
door. At the door she stopped and looked at Sandi.
Sandi gave her a firm smile that reassured her.
"Well, here goes..." she said weakly as she opened the door and went down
the narrow stairs.
Not much was changed in the room. There were a few pieces of furniture
scattered around, and some old boxes of books and papers from Bill's
business.
Karin led her over to the spot.
"Here."
Sandi looked around. There were strips of cloth and cords lying on the
floor where she had dropped them. She picked up a piece of black cloth.
"You were blind folded?"
Karin nodded, goose bumps suddenly erupting all over her arms.
"May I?," asked Sandi, holding up the blindfold and moving behind her.
"Do you have to?," quivered Karin.
"It helps to reenact the crime scene," answered Sandi. She didn't
specify who it was going to help in this case.
There was a long silence. Finally, Karin nodded.
"OK.'
Sandi smiled behind her back. This was going better than she had hoped.
She tied the cloth firmly in place.
"Like that?"
Karin nodded. A tiny bit of moisture dampened her crotch. She shuddered
at the feeling running through her. It was the same comforting feeling
she got with Sam. But Sandi was a woman. Could she feel that way about
a woman?
Sandi pulled a convenient chair over to the blinded woman. She looped
one of the cords over the overhead pipes. She noted the places where the
dust had been rubbed off before.
"Another point for the dame," she thought.
"Were your feet on the ground?"
Karin shook her head. She didn't trust herself to speak.
Sandi shuddered. "Those bastards. These cords would really bite into
her wrists with her full weight on them," she muttered to herself.
"Well, we don't have to go that far. That must have really hurt."
"It's OK. If it will help you I'll do it."
Sandi detected a slight tremor of excitement in Karin's voice. She
believed she really would allow herself to hang like a piece of meat.
She shook her head.
"No, it won't really help. Put your arms up over your head."
Sandi thought she saw a flicker of disappointment flash across the girl's
face, but she obediently raised her hands over her head as asked. Sandi
looped the cord around her wrists and started to step down off the chair.
"The were tied tighter than that."
"Oh, OK." She retied the restraints tighter.
"Better?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Sandi got down off the chair and stood in front of Karin's stretched
body. She could hardly restrain herself from touching that delectable
skin, running her fingers through her hair, tracing the swirls of her
body hair. She steeled herself. "Time enough for that later."
"Then what?"
Karin blushed with excitement.
"They pushed up my top."
Sandi's hands trembled as she slid them up to the heaving breasts. She
tucked them under the fabric of the bathing suit top and gently lifted
the swatches to expose the delicious mounds. She was careful to lift the
fabric away from the gold rings that pierced the erect nipples.
She caressed the soft mounds with her fingers for quite some time,
playing with them, weighing them with her cupped hands. The rings
fascinated her and she looked at them closely for the first time. She
was shocked to see that they were solid, fused with a solder.
"These babies are here to stay!," she grunted.
She kissed the now heaving breasts softly. Karin was groaning softly at
the stimulation of her tits, but had made no signs of resistance or
struggle.
"What else?"
"They, uh, they, they pushed my bottoms down to my knees."
Sandi slid her hands under the tiny string around Karin's waist that held
up the ridiculously small bikini bottoms. Her smooth palms caressed the
creamy cheeks of the trim ass as she maneuvered the taut string over the
pleasing bulge.
Going to the front of her victim, she slid her hands flat down beside the
trimmed pussy hair and on to the sleek inner thighs. She felt the
dampness that leaked from the puffy slit. She slyly slipped a slender
finger in the hot cauldron and brought it up to her lips to taste.
"God, that tastes good!," she shuddered to herself.
She busied herself with the squeezed lips of the tender cunt.
Manipulating the creases, she eased another finger in and found the
hiding bud. A massage of incredible sensations followed until she heard
the hanging girl gasp and saw her shudder in climax.
Sandi smiled to herself. She still had some work to do before she could
get this one in bed, but it was getting close. She lightly touched
Karin's body as she calmed down.
"What happened next?"
"They slapped me," Karen said so softly that Sandi couldn't hear.
"What?"
"They slapped my titties."
Sandi took a light swing at the upstanding boobs.
"Harder."
She swung her hand with more force. A light red hand print appeared on
the white flesh.
"Harder!"
She complied, and the attacked mammaries moved across her chest away from
the blow and then jauntily bounced back.
"Harder, damn it! Harder!"
Sandi braced herself and swung with all her might.
"Yyyyeeeeesssss!," sobbed Karin. "More. Pleeeaaassseee?"
Sandi stood before the begging girl and couldn't believe it. She was
working up a sweat. This was too much work and it didn't really excite
her. But if it turned on the girl, it might make it easier to seduce
her.
She started to hit her harder and harder with no complaint from Karin.
Tiring, she quit and soothed the reddened flesh with dancing fingers and
soft, velvety lips. Karin's heavy breathing slowly came back to normal.
Sandi spied something over by the wall and went and got it. She came up
behind the hanging girl.
"Did they spank you?," she asked, knowing they hadn't.
"No."
THWACK!
"They didn't?," she queried again when the yelling had subsided.
"No, but Sam did."
THWACK!
"I guess I should stop, then, huh?"
"Oh no!" Karin thought fast. "If it will help you with the case you
should keep it up as long as you want!"
Sandi laughed. They were on the same wave length. She took the Ping-
Pong paddle she had picked up and continued to swat the rounded
hemispheres until they were a bright rosy red. She was not sure, but she
thought Karin climaxed two, if not three, times.
Sandi untied Karin's wrists from the pipes. Removing the blindfold, she
took her by the hand and led her upstairs. Karin stumbled at first until
she managed to push down her briefs and stepped out of them. She removed
her top on the way upstairs and left it hanging on the banister.
Sandi laid her down on the over-sized bed in Karin's room. Slipping out
of the red dress and her panties, she laid down beside her new friend.
"You really liked that, didn't you?," she asked Karin.
"Yes."
Sandi thought there was something more.
"I did it to please you, you know. I don't usually like violence of any
kind. I get enough of that at work."
Karin nodded.
"I'll do it again, if you want."
"No, it made me feel sad. It reminded me of Sam, and I don't even know
who he is! I miss him so much!"
The sobbing girl buried her face in Sandi's bosom and wept for a long
time. Sandi stroked her hair, her back and her arm to comfort her. She
jumped when she felt a tentative tongue touch her tear drenched nipple.
"Oh, did that hurt?" came a tiny voice.
"No, that was good. You can do it again, if you want." She mentally
crossed her fingers.
She inwardly groaned as Karin raised her face from her tits and looked
her in the eye.
"Sandi?"
"Humm?"
"I've never been with a woman. I have some questions.
Getting no answer other than a surprised look, she continued.
"Will I have to give up men if I like it?"
Sandi hugged the innocent young girl to her and burst out in
uncontrollable giggling. Karin had gone through this before, and it was
no more amusing to her this time than last.
Sandi finally got control of her giggles and kissed Karin's forehead.
"I didn't give them up, Dear. I love men. I love to talk with them, I
love to work with them, I love to flirt with them. I love their hard
cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. But I also love a beautiful
woman. Like you. You turned me on so much I could hardly bear to
interrogate you without seducing you. It was only when you were
completely cleared that I could come here. I have wanted you so much I
wore out my vibrator!"
Again she kissed her forehead. There were tears in her eyes that
streaked down her cheeks and onto the pillows. Karin was quiet.
"You don't have to beat me anymore," she said finally. "Will you teach
me how to make love to you the way you like?"
"I'll teach you how to make love the way you like, too." She kissed her
on the nose. "This isn't a chore, you know."
"I know. I just want to please you so you won't go away like Sam did."
Sandi expected a flood of tears at the mention of the mysterious lover.
None came. "She's more mature than I thought."
"I have a lot of empty rooms here. Could you stay with me?" She hurried
on. "Not as a lover, or anything, but as a friend. Unless you wanted
to, uh, I mean, ..."
Sandi thought over the possibilities. Free room and board, pool, sauna
with the works, a willing bed partner that she was beginning to really
like...Lots of possibilities....
"Sandi?" The question interrupted her thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Are you going to show me now? Or later?"
Sandi rolled Karin over on her back and began to trace and imaginary path
down the length of the tight body under her.
"Both," came the answer.
It was Karin's turn to giggle uncontrollably and Sandi's delicate tongue
explored her navel. She came from the laughter, a new experience for
her.
Karin placed her hands on Sandi's head and stroked her hair gently.
Sandi leaned into the strokes and sighed. Women knew so much more than
men about making love. Just soft touches and gentle pressure. The pain
that Karin could stand and still get off piqued her curiosity.
"Maybe under controlled circumstances..."
Her tongue continued to burrow its way down the smooth plane of the
abdomen to the forest of hairs covering a pleasing mons. She twirled the
hairs around with her tongue before probing deeper.
The aroma of heavy musk filled her nostrils. She breathed in deeply.
She loved the scent of excitement. Her fingers traced the tracks of the
wetness far down the silky skin of the inner thighs. Karin was soaking
the bed beneath her with her cunt juices.
Her first touch of her tongue against the puffy lips brought a shriek
from Karin and a little squirt of cum sprayed Sandi's face.
"Oh, JESUS, Oh, GOD, Oh SHIT THAT'S GOOD!" came from the top of the bed.
"Oh, Sandi, no one has ever....OH OH OH OH OH. SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!
SANDDDDDIIIII!"
Never one to be cheap, Sandi had plunged her tongue in to the hot box in
front of her face. Karin continued to climax harder than she had ever
experienced with any other lover.
"Maybe there is something to all this pain shit. If it can make you come
like that, I may give it a shot. Maybe she could introduce me to
Sam....Nah, she loves Sam too much." Sandi's thoughts drifted to a
strong young patrolmen in another district she had dated. He had made
some hints that direction once...
"Sandi, Oh thank you, thank you! Let me do something to you, too. Can
we do it at the same time?"
"You mean '69'?"
"Sixty-what?"
"Here, I'll show you."
Sandi moved them into the head to toe position favored by oral
enthusiasts.
"Like that. OOOOHHHH! Go Girl!"
Karin didn't hesitate but dived into her first pussy. Her enthusiasm
more than made up for her experience, but even then, Sandi swore she was
a natural at this.
She laid back and relaxed for a moment until she felt a pinch on her
smooth ass.
"Hey! Get to work down there. You've got a job to do." Karin giggled
"Besides, there have got to be more tricks you can show me. We've only
got all night..."
They needed most of it before they fell asleep in each other arms.
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Sandi moved into the room next door. They made love occasionally - often
- in fact. Sandi brought home a man the first week. She watched for any
signs of jealousy or competition.
Karin was very polite, but cool to the man. She hugged Sandi before
going upstairs and told her if she would sleep in the guest house if
Sandi wanted. She didn't want Sandi to be bothered by her being next
door. When Sandi laughed and said 'No', Karin winked at her and told her
to 'go get him, girl.'
Karin had listened to the sounds of their love-making all night, happy
that Sandi was getting laid, and from the sound of it, enjoying herself
immensely. But it made her think of Sam, and she cried herself to sleep,
again.
The President's Club 9/13
by NightShade
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She had wandered around the house for a week wondering what she was going
to do when one of Bill's lawyers contacted her. Some papers needed
signing, he had told her.
She walked into Mr. Reese's office and stopped dead in her tracks.
Something crawling up the back of her mind told her not to trust this
man. She had never had such a strong compelling feeling and she acted on
it. She turned on her heel and left the secretary standing with an open
mouth.
She called Sandi at her office and told her about the lawyer's call. She
asked who the lawyer was.
"Mr. Reese, down in the Waterbury Building."
"That SCUMBAG!"
"I take it you know him," Karin said dryly.
"Did you sign anything?," Sandi demanded.
"No. I didn't even see him."
"Good. Do you know any attorneys you trust?" She guffawed. "I take
that back. Do you know any attorneys?"
"No. But I can call Bill's secretary for a suggestion. She should know
one or two."
"Good, do that. And Karin?,"
"Yes?"
"She's your secretary now."
"Oh, right."
She called Bill's old secretary, Sally, to get a recommendation for an
attorney to talk to. Sally, the one time she had met her, had been nice
to her, like she felt sorry for her. Sally knew more than she let on
about Bill's sex life.
Sally exploded on the other end of the telephone. "Karin, where have you
been? Why haven't you called? Everything is falling apart down here.
Get down here right away! We need you!" she hesitated. Then, "Boss!"
Karin was confused, but went to Bill's office. Sally sat her down and
got her a cup of tea. She then explained that there were several
contracts pending that needed immediate attention.
"But Sally, I don't know anything about Bill's business! What should I
do?
"Listen, Mrs. S, it's not 'Bill's' business anymore, it's yours. That
is, if you want it. We'll all help you learn what you need to do," she
went on. "You'll get along fine."
Over the next several weeks and months, Karin learned about Bill's
business and found she liked it. She also learned she was good at it.
When the customers found she was his widow, they gave her the contracts
out of sympathy. When she turned in superior high quality work, she won
the contracts on her merit because she made them look good.
After she discovered the accountant and lawyer, Mr. Reese, had been
stealing from the company, she fired them both and cash flow increased
10% overnight. She decided to rebate 5% back to all her current
customers, and from that point on, there was no competition. Over the
next year, news of the rebate swept through the industry. People were
pounding on her door to give her their business.
Karin worked tirelessly. Her people loved her. When she didn't know
something, she asked questions. And listened to the answers they gave
her. She never asked twice. She was fair, but tough.
She was also lonely. As she rocketed to the top of the business world,
she became more and more isolated. If it hadn't been for Sandi, she
would have been completely alone.
There were a couple of brave men who had tried to ask her out, but got
severe cases of frostbite. The Ice Queen's reputation for success and
un-touchability spread, and soon no one even thought about approaching
her.
Sandi asked her to double with her a couple of times, but Karin's date
always went home horny. She was a delightful date, but her heart
belonged to Sam. Exclusively.
Sandi had no shortage of suitors these days. She had taken Karin's
advice to dress a bit more feminine at work. Sandi had been afraid that
she would be immediately assigned to Vice to work undercover, and she
didn't want that kind of police work. She wanted to use her mind not her
body.
Shortly after she started 'dressing up', as she called it, a position
magically opened up in the Commissioner's office for an inspector and
Sandi was selected. Karin made the Commissioner swear Sandi would never
find out she had suggested her for the position. With the work Sandi was
doing, however, she was re-writing the job description at a higher
standard. She was meeting all kinds of eligible professionals and
successful men in her job and she seemed determined to date each one.
The best ones got kissed, and the cream of the crop got invited to the
mansion. Those lucky one or two usually needed the next day off to
recuperate.
Sandi listened to Karin sobbing every night. Sometimes she would go in
and comfort her. That usually led to a hot session in bed together.
Lately, she had heard moaning followed by sobs, a new twist. She peeked
in on Karin on one of those nights to watch a fascinating show.
Karin was tying herself up as she used to in her apartment. And getting
more and more frustrated with it. But it was the only thing she could do
to bring back those feelings she had.
She got her hands tied and began flexing her hips to stimulate herself.
She tried to come, but knowing her hands were loose was too much of a
distraction. She burst out crying, sobs wracking her slim frame.
Sandi walked in on her and sat beside her on the bed.
"Can I help?," she asked softly
Karin looked up at her in misery. She wasn't embarrassed at the
situation, just terribly frustrated.
"My hands. I have to leave my hands loose."
Sandi didn't understand.
Karin explained that it was the total helplessness that was the turn on.
She could relax in to it, let everything go. It was that freedom that
brought on the explosive climaxes.
Sandi didn't fully understand the feeling, having never been out of
control, but she understood the request.
"I'll be right back," she said.
She came back with her hands behind her back.
"Lift your head."
Karin craned her head forward.
Sandi slipped a blindfold over her eyes and settled it in place.
"Can you see anything?"
"No."
"Good."
Next Sandi took her spare handcuffs and cuffed Karin's hands to the bed
post. She bent and smoothed her hair down and stoked her cheek.
"Better?"
Tears moistened the blindfold. Karin nodded her head.
"Planning to have fun then?"
Another nod.
Sandi gently stuffed a pair of her own panties in Karin's mouth.
"Then that should keep the noise down!," she said softly. "Sleep tight!"
She flipped the light off as she left. She listened hard, but all she
heard was the sounds of the bed springs working hard all night. She got
up early and unlocked the handcuffs. Karin's face was totally relaxed
and at ease. Sandi studied it closely.
"I'm going to have to give this a try," she thought. "Soon."
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'Soon' came a few weeks later. She dropped hints to Karin, becoming more
participative in the bondage sessions as she tied Karin in various
positions, asking questions about this and that, and offering a few
suggestions. One night she came into Karin's room with an armful of
ropes. Karin looked at her curiously.
"Not tonight, Sandi." She giggled, "I don't have a headache."
"These aren't for you."
There was a moment of silence.
"Oh. OOOOOhhhhh. Sandi! I'm surprised at you."
"Will you help me?"
"Of course! Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes."
"With pain?"
"Yes. No. Yes. No. A little. Maybe?"
Karin laughed at her. "OK. Just a little."
Sandi started to tell her what to do and how she thought it should be
done, describing an elaborate bondage scene that made Karin's head spin.
Karin walked up to her and kissed her mouth to shut her up.
"Not tonight, babe. You're along for the ride!"
Karin slipped her panties off her own ass and stuffed them into Sandi's
mouth. Sandi bridled at first, then nodded her assent.
Karin led Sandi back to Sandi's room. She stopped and looked around as
if for the first time. She like what she saw. Lots of possibilities.
She first had to prepare the body. She went over to Sandi and tied a
rope around the gag to keep it in.
"Don't want any loud noises to disturb the neighbors."
Taking a short cord, she next tied Sandi's hands in front of her. Taking
the cord, she looped it over the corner post of the canopied bed.
Pulling on the rope raised Sandi's hands above her head. Karin pulled
until Sandi was on her tiptoes.
"Bingo! You're all mine now!"
Sandi struggled against the rope and discovered she was indeed caught
tight in a simple tie up. A flicker of fear showed in her eyes as she
watched Karin advance toward her, holding a sharp knife.
Sliding the knife up inside Sandi's shirt, she pressed the blade up
against the soft flesh of her tits. She was careful to keep the sharp
edge of the blade away from the skin, but the cold steel had its desired
effect. Karin pressed the flat tip of the blade against first one
startled nipple and then the other. The flicker of fear became a flame.
Karin moved the sharp edge up and sliced through the shoulder straps of
the top, drawing the sharp point carefully across the soft white flesh as
she went. A deep red line appeared in the creamy flesh. She pulled the
strapless top down to Sandi's feet and left it there. The flame in
Sandi's eyes was now a fire. She was way past having second thoughts.
The crazed look in Karin's eyes didn't reassure her at all. She looked
like a woman possessed. She was fixated on her tits, circling them with
the point of the knife, leaving red lines all over them. She only
breathed easier when Karin dropped the knife on the floor. But then she
was coming closer....
Sandi's tits were completely at her mercy for the first time. Karin had
sucked and licked them before, but always getting something back. Now
she could do anything to them and give to Sandi unselfishly and she let
herself go. Sandi's breasts had never been so stimulated. They were
caressed, sucked, squeezed, fondled, pinched, mauled, bitten and slapped.
Sandi loved it all. The radical swings from gentle to harsh, from crazy
to sane. She didn't know what was coming, she couldn't control what was
going to happen next.
As she began to trust Karin with her sexuality, with her intimate
arousal, with her very life, she realized the power of being controlled.
Even though she was climaxing almost constantly, it never seemed to
release the tension. Each enjoyable explosion just took her to another
level of anticipation. Another notch on the ratchet of a life-changing
orgasm.
It lasted for what seemed like hours. She actually came when Karin
slapped her boobs. All four times. There really was something to this
pain thing.
When she slipped down her shorts, Sandi didn't know what to expect. But
it was nothing short of awesome. Karin had become very proficient in the
art of cunilinguis over the past months and she used all her talents.
Sandi was spent before the fun even started.
Karin loosened the rope holding her hands up and brought her around to
the foot of the bed, facing the head. She took a rope and fastened it to
one ankle and tied that rope to the bedpost. The other ankle was tied to
the other post. Sandi was spread as wide as she could be.
Karin got a pillow from the bed and placed it over the foot board. She
bent Sandi over the pillow and pulled the rope tying her hands up to the
head board and tied it off.
The night stand held Sandi's favorite plastic partner and Karin teased
her cunt with it maliciously before slowly inserting it and turning it
on. Sandi began lurching and screaming into the gag almost immediately.
She was going crazy and she couldn't stop it. She didn't want to.
A sharp slap sounded and then there was almost absolute silence. The
only noise was the muffled sound of the vibrator.
"MMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFF, came from the bound detective.
Karin watched the bright red stripe appear on the moon-shaped ass.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Sandi was frantic in her efforts to free herself, but Karin was watching
her cunt. It was flowing freely with each stripe she delivered. She
continued to beat the helpless detective. About the twelfth stroke she
noticed a radical change in Sandi's behavior. Her ass no longer twisted
to get away from the punishing belt, but was pushed out to meet it. Her
screaming was lessened to an animalistic orgasmic howl.
Karin grinned. Her friend was realizing the wonders of pain and
pleasure, of total helplessness. She was wound up about as tight as
Karin could get her. It made her wet just thinking about the super
climax Sandi was going to have this evening. She wasn't jealous, just
happy for her friend.
The raised ass in front of her was a rosy pink from the lashing. Karin
had worked from the top down and the last strokes had terrorized the
exposed slit with punishing contact. The belt had pounded the butt of
the plastic vibrator into the mouth of her uterus. Sandi stiffened as
she suffered this new experience. No man had reached so deep.
Karin stepped up behind her bound lover. She traced the stripes of her
own design with her sharp fingernail. The light touch on the sensitized
skin felt like a branding iron to Sandi. She felt the plastic dildo
being pulled out of her twat. She felt abandoned.
She sobbed uncontrollably. She was broken. This girl, this naïve,
innocent, devious, adorable, young country girl had broken the sexual
will of the sophisticated, worldly, experienced detective.
She didn't notice or react when she felt the pressure on her anal ring.
It didn't occur to her that Karin would attempt to penetrate that
opening. For all her experience, Sandi had never taken it up the ass.
None of her male suitors had dared suggest it, nor had her female lovers
probed it with her finger. Hell, she carried a gun.
The beating had relaxed her rear muscles. Each stinging blow had caused
a clenching of the sphincter and the poor thing was tired. So the tip of
the plastic probe slipped past the tired sentinel with ease.
When Karin switched the vibrator on, Sandi jerked as if electrocuted.
The shaft slid up her back chute, stuffing her in a most unfamiliar
manner. Unfamiliar, not unpleasant.
Sandi began babbling into the gag. Her words, if not muffled, would have
been totally incoherent. Karin monitored her progress and pushed her
just a little higher.
She swung the belt in a firm, but not too harsh, arc and caught the
hanging breast on the right side around the bottom swells. The end of
the belt curled around the resilient orb and slapped into the tender
flesh in the deep valley between the two mounds.
Sandi was beyond caring. She noted the new source of pain in her
subconscious memory and surrendered to the mounting tension in her cunt.
She didn't care anymore about anything except the coming release of
sexual tension within her.
Further battering of her breasts left them striped like red and white
round hemispheres. Two of the stripes crossed each erect nipple.
Karin stood back. She hesitated to finish. Sandi would never agree to
this if she had known ahead of time. Which was why she was tied down.
Karin carefully measured her swing. She took a practice swing. Not too
hard to injure the delicate tissues, but too soft would not be enough to
push her over the precipice. Another practice swing. About right, but
it was still a guess. This was her first time on this end of the whip.
SNAP!
Karin held her breath. Sandi went motionless for several seconds.
Rigid. Karin's heart sank. It was too hard! Oh no. She started to
rush to her friend's side when Sandi began to vibrate, twitching from her
toenails to her hair follicles. The vibration became a shudder.
Karin applied another blow to the tender flesh of Sandi's cunt, bringing
the blow up from underneath to slap the entire surface area of the
intimate area. It was not intended to take this kind of abuse and the
second shock to her system pushed Sandi faster down the slippery slope of
orgasmic ecstasy.
The second blow was enough. Sandi fainted dead away, although her body
continue to shake and spasm in orgasm. She would never laugh at bondage
and pain again.
Karin untied her unconscious friend carefully. She pulled the dildo from
her sucking ass and wiped the plastic shaft clean. She laid her gently
on the bed and went into the bathroom to fill the tub with steamy hot
water.
The President's Club 10/13
by NightShade
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Sandi awoke in her lover's arms, floating in the steamy water. She had
never felt so satisfied, so fulfilled, so complete. She floated in a
post-orgasmic haze as Karin stroked her striped breasts with soft hands,
whispering in her ear the endearing terms she had heard from her
mysterious Sam.
"Karin?"
"Hmmm?"
"You were a total bitch!. Thank you!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...All I wanted..."
"Hush, lover. It was great. What I meant was, if I had known ahead of
time, I wouldn't have done it. But now that I know, I want it again."
"Was it really good for you?"
"Totally good."
"You know it's better with a man."
Sandi thought, carefully weighing her response.
"Are you offering me Sam?"
The hands on her breast stopped and she felt the stinging drops of
Karin's tears falling on her shoulders. Even after all this time, Karin
was totally in love with this Sam.
"I don't have Sam to offer you. But if I did, it would be his decision."
"Honey, I don't want Sam, you know that. But how can I let a man do this
to me. In my position, if it got out, my career would be ruined."
"Do you really want to?"
"Yes."
"A man will hit you harder, hurt you more."
"I know."
"A man will want to fuck you after."
"I know. That's what I want."
"In your ass?"
"Most of all. That was my first time, and it was great!"
Karin dropped one hand down to the vee between Sandi's legs and massaged
the sensitive flesh there. Sandi felt the convulsing behind her and
finally realized the massage as a diversion.
"Are you laughing at me?"
Karin burst out in a peal of laughter, throwing her head back in
hilarity.
"Your first time?," she got out between spasms. "With all your
sophisticated lovers, your first time?
Sandi sulked. "I always thought it was dirty. But it didn't even hurt!"
This brought more laughter from Karin until finally Sandi joined the
infectious actions. When they settled down Karin asked her
"Do you know someone who could do it to you?"
Sandi immediately thought of the patrolman. He would be perfect, but if
it ever got around, her career would be over.
"Well, there is one guy, but he works for the department. He can't know
it's me.
Karin thought a minute.
"I have an idea, Sandi." She proceeded to outline her plan to Sandi as
the two conspirators relaxed in the hot healing water.
---------------------------------------------------
A week later, Ben Johnson, the young patrolman, rang the door bell of the
huge mansion. This was out of his district, and he did not know the
people in this neighborhood.
He had received a summons from the Commissioner's office to report here
for "Special Assignment". He had double checked with his boss, and his
boss' boss and both had confirmed the unusual orders. They didn't know
any more than he did.
He gave an audible gasp when he saw the woman who opened the door. She
looked him over appraisingly.
"It's nice to know I am still appreciated by the man in the street," she
said wryly.
"Oh, Ma'am, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I meant no disrespect, Ma'am." He was
clearly shaken.
"None taken. Please come in."
She stepped back and he entered the luxurious foyer. Karin and Sandi had
been busy redecorating, putting on the feminine touches to the house to
make it their home.
She led him to a sitting area and stood behind a chair.
"Sit, please." She indicated a seat across from her chair.
He sat, holding his cap in his lap.
"My name is Karin Saunders. That is all you need to know. If you dig
for any more information, as young policemen tend to do, it will ruin
your career and several others. What you will be asked to do here is not
illegal, nor is it police business. After I have explained it to you,
you may decline without any consequences. This must be completely
voluntary. Do you understand?"
Ben nodded his head slowly. The hair on the back of his head warned him
of unusual situations and it had not stopped tingling since he had parked
his car outside. But he was curious. She had said he could say 'No'.
"Are you married?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Call me 'Karin.' Engaged?"
"No, Ma'am - er, Karin."
"Prospects?"
She was getting personal, and he was uneasy about the direction. He had
just had a long term relationship shatter on the rocks of policeman's
stress and his peculiar need to control his lover and inflict painful
pleasure. He was kind of touchy about it.
"No, and I don't like your prying."
"I understand, but you'll see why I'm asking when I'm through."
He nodded curtly.
"Anyone special?"
"NO!" he snapped and started to get up.
Karin shifted nervously and looked to the side into the room next door.
Receiving reassurance, she continued.
"I have to ask these questions, please. It is important. May I
continue, or would you like out now?"
Someone else was here. He sensed it. His curiosity got the best of him.
"Continue, I guess."
"They are very personal question," she restated.
"Go ahead and ask."
"Are you gay?"
He blushed. "NO! Definitely not."
She smiled at him reassuringly. "We - uh - I didn't think so. Just
checking."
He heard a soft giggle coming from the other room. He was even more
curious.
Karin shifted her feet again. His policeman's instinct told him that she
was nervous. This must be the important question.
"What do you think about pain in a sexual relationship, Mr. Johnson?"
He froze. He made no secret of his habits in the locker room, but this
request had come from the Commissioner's Office. He shriveled.
"Is this an I/A investigation? Did my ex-fiancée file a complaint?"
"Did you beat her?" Karin did not answer his questions.
Pale and shaken, he soaked his shirt with nervous perspiration.
"Yes," he admitted.
"And tied her up?"
"Yes."
"Did you do this to hurt her?"
"Oh, No! It's just that for some people, the pain make the sex better
and I thought... I had hoped that she..." He tailed off.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Usually I do. It excites me a lot. But she got hurt struggling and I
felt so bad. I'm awfully sorry Ms. Saunders. If there's anything I can
do? She won't talk to me and I..." He broke down and cried.
Karin smiled. He was perfect. Sensitive and no mean streak she could
see. The bit about the fiancée had not been picked up in their research,
but was not surprising. Most women had to be seduced into the pain, like
Sandi. Karin's whole life had prepared her for it.
Ben sniffled and sat up straight. He was embarrassed for breaking down
in front of this beautiful woman. He shuffled his feet, waiting for her
next move.
Karin held out her hand, silently inviting the person in the next room to
enter.
"Ben, I would like to introduce you to Lady X."
"Lady X, this is Ben Johnson. Please sit here," she said, indicating the
chair in front of her.
Ben had half risen to feet, speechless. A goddess was floating into the
room. The woman, Karin, was beautiful, but this one was a goddess. She
glided lithely to the chair and sat down in front of Karin. Karin placed
her hands gently on her shoulders and caressed them.
Ben shut his mouth and sat down. His eyes were fixed on the vision in
front of him. Tall, she was tall. Blonde. She had blonde hair. He
could see her pony tail, and her pussy hair was blonde, too. Legs.
Loooong legs ending in high heels that pointed her slender feet almost
straight down. Beautiful shiny leather boots wrapped tightly around her
shapely calves and thighs, ending just below her bare crotch.
Her waist was wasp thin, held in by the tiniest corset he had ever seen.
Her waist flared out to the most sumptuous hips, accentuated in their
ripeness by the squeezing corset.
The shiny black cincher ended just below the most beautiful tits he had
ever seen. Perfect cones of snowy white flesh proudly pointing at the
world. They were the size of large grapefruits, but with her height,
they were perfectly proportioned.
He stared for a long time at her nipples. They were clamped by spring-
loaded sharp-toothed clamps joined by a heavy silver chain. The teeth
bit into the tender ruby flesh. The heavy chain bounced and swung as she
moved. Even as she breathed the weight tugged the brave buds down. The
erectile little buttons fought this valiantly and kept the clamps
standing out from the ivory flesh of her tits.
Her graceful arms and shoulders were completely bare, a strange anomaly
that struck him as incredibly sexy.
A thick leather collar banded tightly around her neck. It led up into a
full hood that left only her nose and eyes visible in front, and her
hair, the pony tail, in back. The hood was tightly laced in back. The
area above her mouth was ovaled and indented, as if a gag had been
installed with the hood.
Lady X bowed gracefully to him, her tits swaying with each swing of the
chain.
Karin had been silent during his appraisal. She had worked long and hard
getting this outfit together and she knew Sandi looked hot. She
appreciated his response to her work.
"Ben?"
"Huh?"
"Lady X has some peculiar wishes. I think perhaps you may be able to
help her."
She looked down at Sandi.
"Lady X, do you wish to submit to the desires of this man?"
Sandi nodded.
"Do you do so voluntarily?"
Sandi nodded again.
Karin helped her to her feet. She lifted one immaculate hand to her lips
and kissed it gently. Ben noticed the tenderness that passed between the
women.
"Your hands are free, your feet are unbound. You choose your own
directions. What do you choose?"
Lady X hugged the moderator tightly to her bare chest. The clamps dug in
and twisted cruelly at this gesture, but Lady X showed no sign of the
pain.
The leather clad woman turned to face the stunned policeman. She walked
to the side of his chair and gracefully laid herself across his lap. She
wiggled to settle herself and then crossed her wrists behind her back.
"If you accept, use your cuffs."
Ben couldn't get to them fast enough. He slapped them around the
delicate bones and ratcheted them tight. He traced the veins in each
soft arm up to the elbow. So delicate, so soft. At his mercy.
He looked up at Karin. She was crying, but from happiness, he thought.
She caught his eye and came over to him. Picking up his hand, she placed
a kiss on his open palm.
"She has given you a tremendous gift. You may do to her what you wish in
this house, except remove her hood. There are rooms throughout the house
and additional facilities in the basement which you may use as you wish.
However, if you injure her permanently in any way, I will cut you balls
off. Slowly.
"I don't think I will have to. She trusts you. I trust you. Take her
to the heights of pain and pleasure and beyond. Take her in the pussy
and up the ass. But take her in love and tenderness."
Karin turned and walked out the door of the house, leaving him alone with
the woman of his dreams stretched out across his lap.
Ben sat there in a daze. This was too good to be true. He traced the
deep crease down the center of the spongy ass with his finger. Lady X
wiggled erotically in response to the tickling digit.
He gently cupped the ivory hemispheres, pulling them up and apart,
watching their elastic motion. The bound woman began rhythmically
humping on his lap, trying to stimulate her clit.
He gave a tentative slap at the creamy hemispheres. There was a
satisfying whistle of air out of the woman in response. But the ass
cheeks stuck out for more, begging him with their audacious posture.
"Lady X?"
The hood nodded.
"The other lady, Karin is gone. I don't know what your relationship is
with her, but if she is forcing you to do this, I will stop. Do you
really want to do this?"
A definite bobbing of her head confirmed her desire to continue.
"You are not drugged or coerced in any way?"
She waggled her whole body in negative response.
"Have you ever been spanked?"
She waggled again.
"This is your first time?"
He wasn't sure but he thought she was laughing. He didn't know he had
used the very same emphasis as Karin had only a few days earlier. It
struck her as incredibly funny. She also realized how restrained she
was, because she just about choked on the gag when she laughed.
She bobbed her head.
"It will hurt."
She bobbed.
"May I fuck you after?"
A most emphatic bob made him smile. She had the right idea.
"Should I ask any more questions?"
A similarly emphatic waggle was interrupted by the most satisfying SMACK
of his hand on her left ass cheek. She stiffened and screamed into the
gag, eager to be on the climb up the mountain.
Ben made that climb long and hard. His technique was to blister one
cheek, leaving the other for contrast. The slaps went on unabated for
several minutes, followed by a gentle caressing of the untouched cheek.
Lady X was going crazy. The fire and ice in her ass was blissful agony.
She rolled her hip to try to direct his swats to the other cheek, but he
was too experienced The color of her ass turned to a dangerous red,
looking angry and bruised.
He knew better. The blood flowing to the surface was over-oxygenating
the nerve endings, deadening the pain. Soon she would not be able to
feel the swats and he would switch to the other side.
And when that one was numbed, the other would be hyper sensitized and he
would start over.
In between her cheeks, his fingers visited the cleft down between her
legs. It was damp and warm. He held his fingers still in the hot tunnel
and felt the tremors of the building orgasms squeezing them. He broke
out in a sweat as he imagined his prick in that tight vice.
After the second cycle, Ben brought his thumb to bear on her ass hole.
She pushed eagerly up against the foreign intruder and it slipped in up
the his palm. He brought his other fingers to bear on her cunt and
double fucked her to climax.
She lay across his lap, panting. He could see the sweat running from her
armpits down the sides of her hanging breasts, onto the nipple clamps and
finally, dripping from the chain to the rug below. They both rested for
several minutes.
He helped her to her feet. She turned to face him, her eyes her only
form of expression. He looked at her eyes. They showed no fear, just
excitement and anticipation.
"Basement." It was a command.
The President's Club 11/13
by NightShade
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The eyes in the hood widened in a twinge of fear and excitement.
She turned and led him to the basement door. She waited for him to open
the door and then followed him into the cellar.
Karin and Sandi had also been busy refinishing this area of the house.
All the rubbish and papers had been removed and the walls, floors and
ceilings finished. Part of the cellar had been closed off in a special
area. This part had an extra deep sunken floor, making the height of the
ceiling about 12 feet.
The women had plotted and giggled as they furnished the room, which they
called the dungeon, but as yet, had not used it with each other. This
was the maiden voyage, so to speak. Sandi walked over to the heavy door
to the dungeon. Ben grunted as he swung it open. The door was very
heavy and solid.
Lady X proceeded him down the steps into the dark room. Bumping a switch
with her hood lit the windowless room in soft light.
Ben whistled in appreciation of the furnishings. He turned to his
victim.
"Lady X, this is going to hurt like hell! I won't ask again, but, are
you sure this is what you want?"
In response, Lady X went over to him and, turning around, lightly grasped
his rampant cock with her manacled hands. She measured its hardness and
length. Satisfied that this excited him, she knelt down in front of him
in the classic submissive posture, rubbing his feet, ankles and lower
legs with her hooded head.
He allowed her to stay in that posture while he removed his uniform. He
folded it neatly and placed it on a hanger apparently for that purpose.
Naked, he turned to see her sitting on her heels watching him.
He faced her, his thick cock swinging in a great arc in front of him. He
stepped over to her.
"Like it?"
An enthusiastic bob made him smile. It was always nice to be
appreciated.
"Want it?"
The light dancing in her eyes was delightful. She bobbed her body up and
down so hard she lost her balance with her hands cuffed behind her and
tipped over.
He burst out laughing.
"That eager, are you?"
He helped her up to her feet.
"But we have to try the equipment out first, don't we?," he teased as he
released her hands from behind her.
She massaged her wrists as he looked around the room. He walked over to
the wall and examined the racks of whips, canes, rods and crops. There
were all shapes and sizes, some not intended to be used on mere human
flesh. He again whistled under his breath.
"Have you used any of these? They look new."
She shook her head.
"None of them?"
Again she shook her head.
"Have you ever been under the whip?"
Another shake.
He stared at her for a while, mentally adjusting his evaluation of this
wonderful woman's courage.
He walked over to another wall. It looked like a wall of soft rubber
breasts, each with erect nipples. Each tit was adorned with a different
kind of nipple clamp, squeezing device, or tit press, some looking very
vicious. About half of the sets of fake boobs had tiny gold rings
pierced through the nipples. Those didn't have clamps, but had weights,
chains and other implements of torture that attached with small hooks.
One set of the regular rubber tits was empty.
Pointing at her nipple clamps, he asked her, "Do these go there?"
She nodded that they did.
"Take them off and put them away."
She stomped her foot in a childish way and shook her head 'No.' She
walked sexily over to him with her hips swaying provocatively from side
to side. Lifting and cupping her hands, she offered up her breasts to
him. He looked at her dancing eyes and toyed with her proffered
treasures. He took off the clamps, pulling maliciously as he did. She
flinched, but did not move away. He turned and put the clamps on the
empty set of tits on the wall.
He massaged the bare nipples to stimulate the circulation in the pressed
flesh. Her eyes watered as she stood passively in front of him, totally
at his command. His heart began to melt for this mystery woman. He
would have to know who she was, to have her in his life forever, if it
was the last thing he did. He didn't know how, but he would.
But first, there was the matter of a whipping to take care of. That was
about all anyone could do on this piece of equipment. Four padded
manacles on a large square frame. The entire body was accessible to be
beaten, front, back, and sides. The palms of the hands and the soles of
the feet could be attacked at the whim of a whip-wielding aggressor.
The entire frame could be rotated to a horizontal position for fucking or
to a heads down position for additional terror. A waist belt could be
attached to the ceiling to help support the victim in the horizontal
position.
A well equipped dungeon.
He turned to the woman he knew as Lady X. Holding out his hand he led
her over to the device. The touch of her hand made him shiver inside,
like a spark had crossed between them. Her hand was soft, but firm.
There was a hidden strength in that touch missing from most women's
touches, he thought.
In a quick movement, she pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around
his neck. She held on tight. She squeezed hard for a long time, as if
searching for something inside him or her. He waited patiently, stroking
her smooth, rosy ass cheeks as she clung to him.
Apparently she found what she had been looking for. Releasing him
gently, she put her hands to his face and in a macabre, but touching,
gesture, placed the rictus mouth of the hood over his lips and pressed
lightly against them.
He was touched as he understood the gesture. She had just kissed him,
giving him the permission to continue as he desired. No more questions,
no more fear. She trusted him.
Sandi, tears streaming down her face and a contorted smile on her
deformed lips, stepped back into the box-like frame of the device and
waited for him to make the next move.
He took a deep breath and looked down. He had just spurted come all over
her leg while she kissed him. With no other touching. The creamy white
fluid dripped down her inner thigh and onto the top of the boots.
Without thinking, he went over to her and licked it off her leg.
He also cleaned off her cunt juice. Together, the two fluids tasted
quite pleasing to him. She fidgeted as he cleaned her, her stomach
quaking in giggles.
"Too bad you can't taste this. We go quite good together," he said
rising to his feet. "Maybe another time...?"
He took her hand and fastened the padded manacle around the delicate
joint. The second wrist followed. She was stretched to the extent of
her height, teetering on the high heels.
There was a short bar just below each ankle restraint, and he discovered
that he could hook the heel of the shoe over this bar to help support the
weight of the victim. But the legs were painfully wide spread.
Sandi passively got into the restraints. By climbing on the short bars
with her heels hooked over them, she had demonstrated their use. He
quickly tightened the manacles around her booted ankles.
He walked over to the wall. He stopped and looked at Lady X. He didn't
have all that much skin to attack. Just her lower abdomen, pussy, upper
thighs and ass below the tight corset, tits, shoulders, upper back and
arms above it. He made his selections and moved back to the hanging
woman. He laid all both of them down in front of her. She began to
tremble in anticipation.
He picked up the first whip. It had been a while since the spanking and
she was not ready for a great deal of pain just yet. He swung the soft
leather strap against her upper thighs. A soft slap bounced off the
padded walls. She didn't even jerk.
He continued the soft slapping, covering all the bare skin with tender
leather caresses. The blows became progressively harder, bringing the
blood to the surface. A warm rosy glow covered the dangling girl. A
sheen of perspiration covered both of them.
Gradually, he had been able to build up her tolerance to the pain so that
she could accept much harder blows. But the next implement would give
magnitudes greater sensation than the butter soft strap.
He picked up the tasseled riding crop, feeling the heft in his had. A
nice stiff body with a whippy tail. He made a practice swing and the
evil swish made even his skin crawl.
Sandi had her eyes closed. She was in ecstasy, the buildup of pain
boiling over into the intense pleasure that she longed for, that she
needed. She was so wrapped up in her own world she didn't hear the
practice swing. The first lash with the crop caught her by surprise and
raised her up stiff in the restraints.
Ben watched a satisfying dark red welt form as the base of her glorious
ass cheek. The tassel had snapped into the crevice and stung the flesh
of her asshole. He didn't wait, but let the next lash fall across her
upper thigh.
He worked over her entire body, leaving short, deep red welts and tassel
marks about one inch apart on every available piece of skin. He labored
steadily for quite some time, being thorough until he only had her
breasts, the lower tummy and her pussy to go. He had saved the best for
last.
He stopped his whipping and released the lever that allowed him to turn
the rack. He rotated her so that she lay face up, her striped butt
sagging down from her body weight and exhaustion. The waist belt brought
her body back level and relieved some of the tension on her wrists and
ankles.
Sandi left sanity behind as he whipped her underarms. She had not
realized how erogenous that area could be. As she slipped into erotic
delirium, she made a note to try it with Karin. She would love it.
The lashes across her tits started her up and over the perilous peak of
her climax. Each blow ripped her higher and higher. Ben avoided the
tender nipples out of compassion, but he covered the rest of the soft
mounds thoroughly.
The waist belt covered part of the tummy and so Ben went for the brass
ring. He stepped under the bar and moved in between her legs. He firmly
laid a well-place slash with the crop on the inside of each shapely
thigh. Her semi-conscious body arched up as if in invitation of the
final blows.
The first lash to her cunt split the lips and landed directly on her
clit. She convulsed wildly. The second lash buried the tassel in her
vagina, mauling the delicate tissues there. She shuddered violently
again. A final blow drew a cherry red welt across her anal ring and up
the ass crack. She screamed in ecstasy as she passed out.
Ben's rock hard prick had been slapping against his legs with each blow.
His breathing was ragged as he stepped up to the unconscious woman and
plunged his cock into her pussy.
He stood still, letting the spasms of her mega-orgasm milk his blood
muscle up and down. Fully seated in her cunt, he stood still, waiting
for her to regain some of her senses. The warm, moist tunnel gripped his
prick as if hanging on for dear life. The fit of the two procreative
organs was perfect.
Her felt and heard the low growl from the fettered woman. Sandi woke to
feel wonderfully stuffed. He was inside her at last! Her body burst to
life, every nerve triggered by the pulsing rod of flesh buried in her
pussy. She literally vibrated on his shaft.
Ben reached forward and grasped her hips, steadying himself as he worked
his cock in and out of her cunt. He established a slow rhythm with deep
penetrating strokes. He watched his prick withdraw from the warm sheath,
the soft tissues of her pussy clinging to the shaft as if trying to keep
it from leaving.
His rhythm quickened as he felt himself approaching the critical point.
He didn't try to hold back, but pounded into her as hard as could,
slamming into those soft thighs with his hips on every lunge. The
luscious tits jiggled as if they floated on her chest.
Pounding into her one last time, he yelled his come, then grunted with
each clenching spurt of jism that came out of his prick. Satiated, he
leaned on his hands, gasping for breath. They were both exhausted and
satisfied from the session.
Ben caught his breath and turned the frame upright after taking off her
waist belt. He released her ankles and wrists.
Sandi collapsed in a pile on the floor. She was delirious, out of her
mind in orgasmic splendor. Every touch, every sound, every smell sent
her senses reeling with sensual delight. She was happy, fulfilled,
complete. She loved this man.
Ben gathered her in his arms and carried her upstairs to the sitting
room. He laid her gently on the couch and cradled her head in his arms.
Softly, he cooed and sang to her comforting sounds and lullabies he had
thought he had long forgotten.
He began telling her of his life, of his happiness at meeting Lady X, of
his love for her, and of his determination to convince her to reveal her
identity to him. Somehow, he told her, he would win her love.
He watched her eyes as he spoke, the bright intelligent eyes that
responded to his words. He knew she understood, knew she felt the same.
Sandi's heart was torn. She loved him, but couldn't tell him who she
was. Not yet. It wasn't the right time.
Karin found them in that position, Ben softly talking to her and stoking
her silky skin, freely weeping now in his love and frustration, Sandi
curled up on his lap like a little child, totally at ease, watching him
speak, reaching up occasionally to catch a tear falling from his face.
Karin let them run their course until he was silent. She touched him on
the shoulder and motioned for him to give Lady X to her. Karin lifted
her friend easily and walked towards the door.
"Get dressed and come back to this room. I will speak to you before you
leave."
Karin carried Sandi to a the bedrooms upstairs. She unlaced the corset
and removed the boots from her legs. The hood was eased off her head
after loosening the straps.
Karin ran her hands over her friend's body, looking for injuries. She
found none, and that pleased her. Ben had been careful. But she had
known that when she had found them together. Their love was evident, as
was Sandi's dilemma.
Sandi threw her arms around Karin and sobbed into her neck for several
minutes. It was not from the pain, but the sorrow. Her heart was
breaking. She had found her love, but couldn't have him, just as Karin
had found Sam, and lost him. The sobs wracked her slender frame as Karin
comforted her.
"SHIT! Love sucks!," Sandi said at last.
"I know, Honey. I know. You OK?"
"Yeah. God, it was good."
"Uh-huh. Into the tub, then. Soak those stripes for a while. I'll join
you in a bit. I have to let our guest out."
Sandi got into the large bath tub and sat down in the steaming water.
Karin leaned over and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
Downstairs, the nervous patrolman paced across the room. He froze when
she entered the room.
"Is she all right? Is everything OK? I didn't hurt her, did I?" His
concern for her was written all over his face.
Karin sat down before answering. She motioned him to a seat as well.
His heart sank. No one gave good new sitting down.
"To answer your questions," she began, "Yes and No!"
His face paled at the thought he had hurt his love. He trembled and
slumped in the chair.
"Her body is fine, nothing is broken or torn. It's her heart, I'm
afraid." Karin smiled at him a sad smile he didn't understand.
"She's lost it to you and it's breaking in two."
He still didn't understand.
She chuckled. Sometimes men were so stupid!
"Ben, she is in love with you!"
Light dawned in his eyes as her meaning finally sunk in. His love was
returned! He lost all reason, jumped up and started to run around the
room. He had to go to her, to see her, to soothe her aches and pains, to
ease her aching heart.
He started up the stairs.
"FREEZE!"
The command was followed by a click of a hammer being pulled back. His
policeman's training overrode his genitals, and he froze.
"I can't allow you to see her."
"But we love each other."
"I'm sorry, Ben. I truly am." The gun was lowered and out of sight, as
if it was never there.
She continued. "I know how you feel, more than you know. But it must be
her decision to reveal herself to you. If you try to find out, you will
never see her again. You will ruin her life, in more ways than one.
"Please, accept what you do have. Do not throw that away."
He nodded. Tears blurred his eyes as he made his way to the front door
and out to his car. He sat there for a long time until he could control
his sobbing enough to drive safely.
Karin watched until his car pulled away and went upstairs.
"Thanks for the gun, Sandi."
"Did you need it?"
"He was half-way up the stairs before he stopped."
Karin stripped her clothes off and slid in behind her lover. The two
friends held each other in their arms, each lost with their own thoughts,
each with a broken heart and soaked away the pains of the afternoon.
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Patrolmen Ben Johnson's career took off like a shot after he started the
Special Assignments. His boss nagged him constantly for details until a
call from the Commissioner's office told him it was a security matter and
to leave it be. Ben was transferred soon after to the office of the
Special Investigator in the Commissioner's office. He was reporting to
the Investigator herself, Lt. Billings. In fact, he was her partner.
The Special Assignment orders came every two-three weeks at first and
then settled down to about once a month. He hadn't looked at a another
woman since the first session, and even though getting laid once a month
built up a lot of sexual pressure in the young man, he was fully
committed to his mystery lover. Not even the close proximity to the best
looking woman in the department roused his interest.
Lt. Billings, or Sandi, as she had him call her, was neither friendly or
cold. He didn't notice the slight tremor in her hands when they came
into occasional contact or the look in her eye as she watched him
covertly. It took all of her self control not to tell him, to drop a
hint, anything.
As time passed, it became easier to be with him. They settled into their
roles as partners. One day she began to tease him about his girlfriend.
It was about two days after one of their sessions and she could barely
sit down on her bruised ass.
He had begun focusing on one body part per session, beating that piece
flesh until it would sizzle. Her cunt watered as she thought about what
her breasts would feel like after their turn came. She would have to
take some time off.
Ben became very evasive about his girl friend. Sandi teased him, saying
he must have gotten some the night before, because he was so relaxed.
She wheedled and cajoled and teased him for weeks, but he wouldn't tell
her about his girlfriend.
Sandi observed him with the other staff members in the office. She had
staffed it with very attractive single young girls, but that was
incidental to their skill and ability to do their jobs. Ben treated each
with respect and deference, never responding to their invitations to
dinner, a quickie, or other office shenanigans.
Ben himself was amazed. Before Lady X, he would have fucked his way
through the staff in week, or less. Even when he was engaged it hadn't
stopped him. Lady X had changed his life.
He still met with her at the Saunder's mansion, always with the beautiful
Mrs. Saunders as the hostess. Each time his lover appeared in her hood,
hidden and soundless. He had never heard her voice.
Once, Karin had told him that Lady X had a special request. She wished
not to be beaten that day, but to service him with her mouth and body.
He had to agree to be bound, blindfolded and use earplugs.
He had agreed and was taken upstairs to a feminine bedroom. He stripped,
laid out on the bed and was blindfolded. Headphones were placed over his
head and the sounds of one of the whipping sessions between Karin and
Sandi played in his ears. They had made it especially for this occasion,
and Karin had been particularly vocal as Sandi, gagged, had beaten her.
It was one of the most erotic sounds he had ever heard.
His hands were cuffed over his head in a comfortable position and the
session began.
He had been caressed, massaged, stoked tickled. He swore he felt tears
fall on his face as soft, silky hair trailed over his features. They
kissed for the first time. It was long and passionate.
He continually said to the darkness that he loved her, please let him see
her. Each announcement of his love brought a desperate hug or an
acknowledging squeeze, until he realized that he was causing her pain.
His sobs of apology hurt her even more.
Her mouth on his prick was glorious. She swallowed the entire length and
let it sit there, tightly encased in a warm sucking tube. When she
needed breath, she lifted off slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Moving around, she straddled his head and lowered her pussy to his lips.
They brought each other to mutual satisfaction in a long, lazy session
that left both of them primed for more.
Sandi lay beside her blinded lover. Her fingers traced his chest hairs
and nipples. Teasingly, she tweaked one and saw it perk up from the
attention. She flicked them mercilessly, tickling him as she did,
bringing violent convulsions of laughter from him.
She straddled him, planting his prick firmly in her pussy, and rode him
like a cow girl. Each time her steed flagged in his ardor, she would
drag her fingernails across his ribs or tweak a nipple, spurring him on.
He bucked mightily as he jerked out his second load of the day, raising
up his loins as if trying to unseat his beautiful rider.
He couldn't hear her squeals of delight at his efforts or the peals of
giggles and laughter at this delicious freedom with her lover at long
last.
She snuggled down into his arms and touched her fingers to his mouth. At
first he didn't understand, but with her gentle insistence he soon
understood that she wanted him to talk.
It was difficult without seeing her eyes. He loved talking to those
eyes. He told her of his love, of his feelings. He told her about
herself, his partner, Lt. Billings and her teasing. About how much he
admired her mind and ability to do her job. He told her about the offers
from the other staff and his honest reaction to them.
Sandi watched his face as he spoke, feeling his words as well as hearing
them. She laid her ear on his chest and heard the rumbling of his voice
crash through his chest. Reaching down, she fondled his manhood. She
heard the catch in his voice as she dragged her fingernails across the
loose skin and giggled. The tired organ began to swell as she continued
to rake her nails across it. She took it in to her mouth, tasting her
own dried juice on it as she sucked it to full size.
She straddled him again, this time facing his feet. Firmly grabbing his
cock, she bent it back until it was straight up. Lowering herself, she
brought the tip of his prick to the entrance of her anus.
He had never taken her there and it was driving her crazy. She had been
completely at his mercy and he had spared her ass hole any violation.
She pushed down and grunted as the tough sphincter resisted the reverse
intrusion.
A soft plop sounded the surrender of the muscular ring and his prick
entered the tight tunnel. She settled herself steadily on the rigid pole
until it was completely embedded in her ass.
She felt stuffed in the most obscene way possible. In a way, she was
glad he had let her discover this thrilling intrusion on her own. She
squeezed her sphincter tightly over the long cock and listened to her
lover babble incoherently.
Ben couldn't believe it when his cock began to rise the third time.
Twice was his limit. Then Lady X had sucked it up to full strength and
he had relaxed into the anticipation of another wonderful blowjob. His
sigh of disappointment was soft and inaudible.
But this, this wasn't her mouth or her pussy. It had to be her ass! He
had dreamed of that orifice since Karin had mentioned it the first day,
but he had hesitated. One of his first girlfriends had bled terribly
when he had attempted to enter her ass, and he had never again tried. He
thought he was too big.
But now she was doing it herself! Easily! It fit and it was glorious.
He tentatively bucked his hips up into those spongy cheeks. They drove
themselves down in response, desiring his prick in her ass.
The babbling she heard was his attempt to tell her all of this at the
same time. It came out as a blurb and she giggled.
They settled into a steady fucking that let them both build to their
climaxes for a long time. Sweat dripped from her nipples and down her
sides as she worked toward her fulfillment.
When it came, it sneaked up on them both. Sandi was suddenly shaking
violently on his spurting rod. It felt like she was being filled with
gallons of cum juice as he emptied his load into her.
Ben felt like her ass was sucking the very life out of him. The third
time was a charm for him and he blew his load into her pussy with all the
force of a hurricane. He actually lost consciousness as the last of the
spasms wracked his valiant rod. He was still out cold as his prick
pulled out of the stretched anus and lay tiredly on his patch of pubic
hair.
Sandi contentedly lay beside her lover and drifted off to sleep. As they
slept, Karin crept into the room and cleaned off his prick with a warm
towel as she had arranged with Sandi before hand. He never noticed.
Ben woke several hours later to the sensation of a hot, sucking mouth on
his prick. Lady X used all of her numerous tricks, talents and skills as
she brought him to his final climax of the session. As she had the first
time, she swallowed every drop of his come. He didn't hear her tell him
that she agreed with him: They did go well together.
The President's Club 12/13
by NightShade
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It was several months later that Sandi asked Karin to do a session. She
didn't give a reason, but hinted she had a surprise. Karin wasn't really
in the mood, but her friend was persuasive.
Sandi had secured new restraints for this session. She had deliberated
over each piece of clothing she stripped from Karin, stroking and petting
each piece of exposed skin as she did.
Karin was now in the mood and naked. Sandi stood her in the center of
the dungeon, pushing the bondage frame up against the wall. A thick
leather belt went around her calves binding them tight. There were two
cuffs on each side of the belt on the outsides of her calves when it was
secured.
Sandi urged her to her knees. She pushed on her shoulders until Karin
toppled back. Sandi broke her fall and laid her gently on her back, her
legs bent back under her.
Taking one wrist, Sandi pulled it down past the cuff on the calf belt
until she could fasten it tightly around her forearm. Repeating it with
the other arm left Karin arched in a painful bow on the floor, resting on
her knees and shoulders. Two additional straps fastened Karin's ankles
to her upper arms, and also kept her knees spread apart, exposing her
cunt to the open air. Metal fasteners from the D-rings in the staps to
rings set into the floor ensured she wouldn't tip over. She wasn't going
anywhere.
Sandi stuffed a cushion under her shoulders, relieving the strain on
Karin's neck.
"That better?"
"Yes." Karin was beginning to feel the tremors of anticipation. She was
terribly exposed in this position, the skin of her belly stretched tight.
Sandi went over to the wall and selected a long buggy whip from the wall.
It was one of the whips that they had gotten for decoration only, not to
use. Sandi liked the sound it made, and for what she wanted, sound was
all she needed. She looped the wrist strap around her wrist and pulled
it tight.
"I had my Annual Performance Review today," Sandi started out casually.
"Oh, really? How was it?" Karin thought it was strange to talk about
something they would normally discuss over a glass of wine, but what the
hell, she wasn't going anywhere.
Sandi was silent. When she did speak, it was with the quiet intensity of
a person who was extremely angry. It was all an act, but she had had
plenty of practice in her job. Good Cop, Bad Cop and all.
"How dare you play with my career like a snot-nosed high school girl?"
Karin's blood froze. She had discovered her meddling.
"OH, SANDI," she wailed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help..."
"So I couldn't do it by myself? Is that what you thought? You little
BITCH!"
"NO, NO, NO. I just wanted you to be happy. I did it for you."
All this time, Sandi had been striding back and forth just inside Karin's
field of vision. She brought the whip down several times on the floor,
each time with a loud slap. She watched Karin's taut body tense with
each slap. She was just getting ready to let Karin in on the joke and
that she had known from the beginning that Karin was meddling, when she
tripped. Her high heel caught on something and she started to fall.
Forgetting about the whip, she put out her hand to catch herself. The
wrist strap kept the whip in her hand and it came down with great force
across the soft tender skin of Karin's lower stomach.
Sandi didn't understand the scream she heard until she saw the blood
oozing from the cut the whip had made.
"Oh Karin, Honey, I'm sorry. It was an accident."
Karin turned her head away from the woman and closed her eyes, steeling
herself for another blow. She flinched at the very touch of Sandi's
fingers.
Sandi fumbled with the buckles and straps not being able to get them off
of Karin fast enough. She got her to her feet and helped Karin into the
bathroom. There, she treated the cut with alcohol and a soft compress.
She helped Karin upstairs to her bed and laid her down.
Karin said nothing the whole time. She wouldn't even look at Sandi.
She felt betrayed. Her friend, her lover, had struck her in anger. She
had tricked her and savagely beat her. She didn't trust her anymore.
She had lost another lover and she was all alone again. She withdrew
into herself and wept invisible tears.
Sandi was devastated as well. She knew she was a good actress and that
Karin hadn't known she was joking with her. She saw the empty look in
Karin's eyes and it pierced her to her heart. She sat by Karin's bed all
night watching the tortured sleep of her forlorn friend. She stayed by
her bed all the next day and the next night, as well. Karin didn't move
or speak. Sandi changed the dressings on the cut and made sure there
would be no infection.
The second day, Karin spoke to her in a dull lifeless voice.
"I'll be OK. You need some sleep."
Sandi burst out crying. She had held off until now, but now the flood
started and she wailed and begged for forgiveness.
Karin felt a twinge of sadness for her friend. She realized now it had
been an accident, but it shouldn't even have happened. The aggressor had
to be in control. She couldn't trust Sandi anymore in that special way.
She would miss that.
Karin reached out a hand for Sandi's hand.
"It's OK. I forgive you, Sandi. But never again."
Those words thrilled Sandi and cut her to the quick at the same time.
She bent down and kissed her hand.
"I got promoted. To Captain. It's about five years early. The
Commissioner said that I am in line to be the first female Commissioner
in the city's history." She pulled a small box from her blouse pocket.
"I'm sorry I spoiled the surprise. It was supposed to be a surprise for
you for all your help. I couldn't have done it without you. You have to
know that."
"I didn't know you felt that way," Karin replied. She took the offered
gift. "Thank you."
She paused. "How did you find out I helped get you the job?"
Sandi paused. "I'm a cop, Karin. Our careers are fixed in stone from
the day we leave the Academy, unless we screw up or solve the Mother of
all crimes. I had done neither. Therefore, someone had to have helped
me. You're the only one who cared enough to help."
"Oh. Why didn't you say something?"
"You were having too much fun enjoying your little secret. I didn't want
to spoil it for you." Tears welled up in Sandi's eyes. "I'm sorry I
spoiled it for you now."
Karin reached up and pulled her tired friend into the bed with her.
Sandi snuggled into her side and cried herself to sleep. Karin stroked
her hair and pondered the loss of the innocence between them. She
wondered if they would ever get it back or if it was something that, once
lost, was gone forever.
Sandi never raised the subject of restraint or pain again, although she
was surprised when Karin continued to hostess the Special Assignments
with her and Ben with as much care and attention as before. She realized
the depth of the love Karin had for her and the pain she must have caused
her.
The gift box sat unopened on her dressing table for a long time. Sandi
and Karin continued to share each other's beds regularly, but they were
separate people looking for different things.
The small box caught Karin's attention one afternoon while Sandi was out.
She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. There was a slight
rattle inside. She opened it up and saw a beautiful diamond name plate
on a necklace. On one side was the word 'Karin' and on the other 'Sam.'
It must have cost several thousand dollars with all the diamonds on it.
She was touched.
She picked it up and tried it on. To her surprise, it didn't even go
half way around her neck. Maybe it was supposed to be a bracelet. Nope.
Too big. Karin was stumped. She looked at the ends closer and saw they
both had sliding latches.
It hit her and she giggled. She pulled up her top and hooked one latch
to the gold ring on her right nipple. She pulled the chain over to
attach it to the other ring. It didn't quite reach and she had to pull
both tits in towards the middle. The latch slid over the second ring.
Her tits looked a little cross-eyed in the mirror, but the effect on her
nipples was incredible. It was like an electric shock with every move,
each breath. She gave a little bounce and experienced a mild climax.
Pulling her top down over her cross-eyed tits, she waited impatiently for
Sandi got home. A happier Karin rushed to Sandi's arms and kissed her
when she came in the door.
"Well, 'Hi Honey I'm home' to you, too, lover," she laughed.
"It's beautiful. The chain. Thank you."
"You like it?"
"Yes."
"Does it...?"
"Ooooohhhhh yyyeeesss!"
Sandi was silent.
"I want some rings."
Now Karin was silent.
"Sam. Sam can't help. Maybe Ben?"
"Ben?"
"I could help him, show him how...?"
"Do you think I should?"
"If you want it."
It was settled.
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The next Special Assignment was not only hosted by Karin but directed by
her, too. Sandi was already strung up in the dungeon when Ben arrived.
Her tits were to be the focus of this session and they were prominently
on display, forced out and up by a special corset with high half cups
underneath her breasts.
Ben came in and whistled. He turned, expecting Karin to leave, but she
didn't leave. Instead she handed him a sturdy whip.
"Her tits only, today."
He complied. Her tits were a rosy hue when he was done with the whip.
Karin handed him another, stiffer whip. He looked at her questioningly.
She nodded to proceed.
Again he complied. With vigor. If this was what his love wanted, he
would do it.
A third whip turned her breasts into two inflamed masses of tissue. He
turned to Karin. She handed him something else, which he mistook as
another whip.
"No. No more. I won't do it. And I won't let you, either." He made a
move to protect Sandi.
"It's not a whip, Ben. She wants you to put your mark on her. Like my
love did to me."
Karin brushed her blouse aside and exposed the tiny gold ring.
Ben blushed at her nakedness and looked away. It was too personal.
He took the piercer from her hand. His hand trembled slightly as he
hefted it, feeling its weight in his hand.
"Give me a ring."
Karin handed him one.
He walked over and held up the ring so Sandi could see.
"Lady X, my love, is this what you want?"
The hooded head nodded 'Yes.'"
Ben took a deep breath and held the piercer up to the erect nipple
closest to him. He didn't wait and terrorize her, but squeezed it
quickly.
The scream could be heard clearly through the gag and the hood. He
gasped at the sounds he heard coming from her. He paled at her pain.
This was more than he wanted to do.
He slipped the gold ring through the fresh hole. He glanced at Karin for
support. She nodded.
He repeated the procedure on the other nipple. After slipping the ring
on her other nipple, he had to excuse himself. He went out into the
bathroom outside and threw up. Karin waited patiently for him to get
back. Sandi had not noticed his absence and Karin would never tell her.
But she thought it was touching, if wimpy. Sam had not vomited.
Ben slipped back in the dungeon quietly. Karin smiled at him and
indicated the dazed Lady X. He nodded his thanks.
"Is that all?"
"Not quite."
"Somehow I didn't think so."
Karin explained what else was needed. Ben started to bolt for the door.
"Ben!"
He turned.
"This was her idea, not mine."
He waited.
"Please. Ben. For her."
He nodded.
"You better be telling me the truth, or I swear I'll rip your tits off by
those rings."
Karin held her hands out to him in a submissive gesture.
"I will stay by your side until you are convinced of her happiness. You
may bind me if you wish."
She waited.
He took the hot iron and placed a drop of solder, one on each ring,
sealing them shut. He was crying as he did it.
They let down the newly ringed woman together. Karin applied an alcohol
wipe to both wounds to prevent infection.
Sandi lay recovering on the dungeon floor. She looked at the two anxious
faces peering down at her. She touched the tips of her breasts lightly.
She felt the rings. A shudder ran through her body.
She took Ben's hands in hers and placed them lightly over her tits. She
emphatically nodded her head 'Yes'.
He looked at Karin, nodded and motioned for her to leave them alone.
Before she left, she whispered to him,
"Be gentle with them, but don't ignore them, or she'll hate you. ...Good
luck, lover boy."
The President's Club 13/13
by NightShade
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Sandi's new promotion vaulted her into the social stratosphere in the
city. She regularly hobnobbed with the rich and famous people. Her date
on these occasions was the young handsome Ben Johnson, much to his
embarrassment. The dresses his boss wore showed way too much of her body
for him not to notice her beautiful figure. He confessed to his love,
Lady X, that he was beginning to have lusting thoughts for his boss.
He didn't notice the correlation, but the dresses became even more
revealing at the constant swirl of parties and dances.
The masquerade dance was the down fall of Lady X.
Sandi had arrived early, Ben later. He scanned the crowded floor for his
boss. Suddenly, his heart stopped. She was here. His Lady X. He would
know that body anywhere. All thoughts of finding his boss were gone. He
walk on air over to her. She was talking with some people when he walk
up. She saw him and turned.
"Why, here's Ben now. Ben, you forgot your mask!"
Dumbfounded, he mechanically slipped his mask to his face. His boss was
Lady X. He was positive, no mistake. But why?..how? Ben had always
thought fast on his feet. He decided, in an instant, to go on the
offensive.
He offered her an elegant bow.
"Why, madam, I don't think I have the pleasure of your acquaintance.
Would you, by chance, be the mysterious Lady X?"
The on-lookers laughed appreciatively at his wit, although they didn't
know how deep the shock had hit Captain Billings.
She nodded numbly.
"Lovely Lady X, may I have the pleasure of this dance?"
Not giving her a chance to respond - and per chance to refuse - he
grasped her hand firmly and pulled her to the dance floor. She didn't
refuse, nor did she respond. She was stunned.
Sandi realized suddenly what it was. The mask! Of course, the mask!
She sagged in defeat. Her career was over. She would loose it all. All
her planning, all her sessions with Ben, all her love. Lost!
She staggered. Ben, the gallant partner, caught her gracefully under the
arm and swept her to him in an extravagant maneuver, still playing to the
crowd. They were watching, smiling at the two lovers.
That everyone knew they were lovers was common knowledge. That everyone
was wrong, but, in a way, right, was irrelevant. Everyone was still
watching.
"Come on, Cap'n, work with me!" he whispered. His use of her title
snapped her to her senses. She looked up at him and gave him a weak
smile. She did an elegant spin at his command, and re-entered his open
arms.
"It was the mask," she stated.
"Uh-huh," he said.
"What are we going to do?"
"We? I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy this dance with my
Captain, my partner, and wait impatiently for my next Special Assignment.
What are you going to do?"
"Oh, Ben. Ben. Ben. I love you so. I.."
"Sssshhhh. Not here. Don't blow it now, ma'am."
She clung to him, grabbing desperately at the lifeline she had thrown
him. The first dance moved into the second and then a third. They
danced all night, and never noticed the approving, and envious, glances
of the crowd.
That night Ben slept with his real love for the first time. They made
normal, passionate love. Karin heard the noise in the next room and
froze when she heard the screams of BEN, BEN, BEN. She waited for the
angry yelling, but none came. An awful feeling came over her.
She peeked through the crack of the door and saw her friend riding high
on the saddle of Ben's solid prick. She closed the door quietly and
smiled to herself. Sandi was happy at last. She would work the details
out later.
And it was also at one of those high class social gatherings that she
heard the first whispers of the upcoming annual President's Ball. The
mention of that event electrified her.
If she could find the event, she could find the elusive Sam Adams. Her
heart in her throat, she began using all her investigative skills to
ferret out the information she needed. She succeeded.
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Abby was sitting at her desk when she visited by a Captain Billings from
the Police Commissioner's Office. A flash of the badge proved the
identity of the caller.
"The president is out of the office until next week, Captain Billings."
"That's OK. I just need some information about a person I'm trying to
locate."
"Sure, anything I can do to help."
"Have you worked here long?"
"About 10 years."
"How long have you worked for the president?"
"The whole time."
Sandi looked at the young woman. She must have gone right to the top in
a hurry.
"What can you tell me about the President's Ball that's going on next
week."
Abby paled. No one outside of a very small group knew about the Ball.
The policewoman's question scared her. She stiffened visibly.
"Is this official business?"
Sandi hesitated.
"No," she confessed. She looked around the open office. "Can we go
somewhere and talk privately?"
Abby pushed a button on her phone to hold her calls.
"Follow me."
She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall and closed the
door behind her. Sitting down, she motioned for Sandi to take a seat.
Sandi continued. "A dear friend - my best friend - met a man at the Ball
last year and has been devastated since. I would like to see if I can
get the two of them back together. If both parties agree, of course."
Abby grinned. Another broken heart story. It happened every year.
Which was why the men used aliases.
Sandi went on. "I'm trying to reach a man who used the name 'Sam Adams.'
I was hoping you could get in touch with him."
Sandi had seen Abby's reaction to the mention of Sam's name. Abby had
reached up to touch the tip of her nipples in a gesture similar to
Karin's and her own since she had gotten her nipple rings.
"Eureka!" thought Sandi.
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The mention of Sam brought a twinge to Abby's pierced nipples. She had
met Sam just over 10 years ago - at the President's Ball. She had agreed
ahead of time to the bondage and pain that followed, because she had been
attracted to the man and because she was young and reckless and wanted to
try it.
They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had gotten her
golden rings. But there had been no spark, no chemistry, between them
and, handsome and sexy as he was, Abby would not marry without love. She
had not minded the pain, but had not repeated the visit to the cabin. He
had hired her immediately because he could trust her to tell him the
truth. She always had.
She had kept the rings, too. At least, until she got engaged. She
smiled to herself. Her husband, Eric, had been beside himself to feel
her tits and to get her into bed, but she always said 'No'. She didn't
want him to see the rings and have to explain them. She would have told
him the truth and it would have killed him.
She even had to knee him in the groin once to cool him off. Then she had
immediately dropped to her knees and sucked him off for the first time to
make up for her kneeing him.
She giggled at the memory. Her poor baby was so confused at her actions.
She had continued to suck him at every opportunity, still did, in fact,
and he quit trying to force her into bed. He still tried, but he
respected her when she declined.
Unintentionally playing hard to get accelerated his proposal for
marriage. When it came, she made him wait 24 hours for her answer. That
made her even more mysterious and intriguing to him.
She had gone into her boss' office early the next morning and closed the
door. She sat in the chair across from his desk. He looked up smiling,
and immediately came to sit beside her. He was a very sensitive man and
sensed something was bothering her.
"I want to get married."
"Why, Abby, that's wonderful. It's Eric, right?"
She nodded her head.
"What's the problem."
"I still have the rings you gave me."
"Oh, I see. Does Eric know?"
"He's never even seen them."
"Ah, I see better. And how can I help?"
"I need to ask you if I may take them off."
"Abby, I'm touched. Very touched. But, of course you may. Your heart
belongs to another now. I have no claim on you."
Abby looked up at the handsome man. "Yes, you do. You always will."
He leaned over and kissed her gently. Rising, he went behind his desk
and got a jeweler's tool to clip delicate wires. He held them out to
her.
She shook her head.
"Would you do it?"
She opened her blouse and lifted her tits up to him. He clipped first
one ring and bent it slightly. It slipped easily from the hole. He
repeated the process on the other ring.
When he finished he continued to stare at the lovely breasts of his loyal
secretary. Bending down, he placed a chaste kiss on the very tip of
each. Looking up, he kissed away the tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Thank you, Abby. I will always cherish these and the memories they
symbolize."
He placed the rings carefully in a jewelry box and put it in his pocket.
"God, I feel naked."
"You almost are!"
"You know what I mean!" She giggled as she covered herself back up.
She had told Eric 'Yes' that night and had dragged him to bed. He
couldn't believe her change in attitude or her enormous appetite for sex.
When he noticed her pierced, but ringless, nipples, he went wild.
Something about them turned him on. Every time he saw, touched or
thought about those tiny little holes, he got very hard and fucked her
hard.
Abby was delighted. Eric assumed her pierced nipples were a holdover
from her wild college days and he never asked her about them. She never
told him differently. On their first anniversary, he brought her a small
silver heart. For her left nipple. A heart for her heart
She made him solder it on himself. The poor baby was so scared he would
hurt her, he actually did. A little. The pain made it just a little
more special.
That night they fucked all night. Eric never got soft. The next day he
came home at lunch and they fucked again. And then again that night.
And the next lunch and so on. For several weeks. After that, all she
had to do was to wear a tight top with no bra that showed the heart
poking through the fabric and Eric would screw her silly.
The next anniversary, she got him one. When he opened the box and saw
what it was, he paled visibly. Swallowing, he said a weak 'Thank You'
and tried to put it down.
Abby held up a piercing tool she had borrowed and gave him a wicked grin.
"Oh, I'm so glad you like it. We can do it now!"
It took a half of a bottle of scotch, which she had also thoughtfully
purchased ahead of time, and much cajoling before he bared his chest to
the tool. She didn't waste time, but plunged it through and through
before he realized what was going on.
When he saw the blood, and finally felt the pain, he fainted dead away.
But she was proud that he didn't scream. She heated the soldering iron
and sealed the heart after she had looped it through the hole while he
was still out.
He found his ring as erotic as hers. He needed only to touch it, or
brush up against something to get hard. And then he would fuck her hard.
She loved it.
Several days later Eric came in visibly upset. He had been playing
basketball at the gym and was on the skins team. The tiny heart had
caused a near riot. First the guys razzed him. One guy got a fat lip
when he went a little too far and called him gay. They all knew Abby and
all the other wives and girlfriends, too.
Finally, he had had to explain about her ring and his. This was his
commitment to his wife, as he explained it.
Eric didn't understand why his wife started crying, but he enjoyed what
she did after with her mouth. And with her pussy and ass hole that
night. She was a mad horny woman, suddenly.
Abby had got the first curious call a couple of days later. One of the
guys wives wanted to know if it was true, did it hurt, could she see
it....
Abby laughed as she remembered the calls. Each of the wives had come
over in turn, looked and eventually ended up in bed with Abby. Nothing
serious, just good sex between girl friends. And all of them got pierced
and came back to show her. And ended up in bed again. Some came back
quite a few times.
Abby told Eric about all of them. It excited him almost as much as the
rings did. He told her when the next heart showed up on the basketball
court, and then the others. The guys just grinned at her when they saw
her now and reflexively touched their own rings.
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"Abby!"
Sandi's voice brought her back out of her trip down memory lane. She
blushed.
"Abby, do you know who Sam is?"
She nodded that she did.
"Could you ask him if he would agree to meet Karin Saunders?"
"KARIN!?"
"You know her?"
"I thought she was arrested for murder and was in prison. That's what I
told him."
"Someone else did it."
"Oh God. He has been miserable since then, too. He hasn't dated or even
flirted. Some times I have to check if he's alive. It's like he's not
here, but he is, you know?"
"I know exactly. No spark left. Karin is the same way. She thinks Sam
abandon her."
"Oh no. What can I do?"
Sandi and Abby put their heads together. Hell itself couldn't have
stopped these two female cupids as they plotted to get their friends back
together.
Abby had several calls to make.
Sandi called Sally, Karin's secretary.
The plot had begun.
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She was lunching today with her banker to discuss preparations for
expanding to the international market and needed to confirm the letters
of credit and the bank's support of the move. Sally had set this meeting
up with the president of the bank himself, and Karin was nervous. She
was still uncomfortable around lots of money.
She sat in the waiting room nervously. She hadn't gotten around much
after she started working. New buildings and places unsettled her.
The secretary buzzed the president. "The CEO of Saunders, Inc. to see
you, sir."
"Show him in, please, Abby."
The secretary smirked at the small joke she was playing on her boss. She
was going to love to see his face when he saw this beautiful young woman
walk into his office instead of an old man.
"This way, please."
She led Karin down to a huge door at the end of the hallway. She pushed
open the door and walked in, shielding Karin from the man.
She was just getting ready to introduce them when he froze. Karin had
stepped into full view and his face looked like he had seen a ghost. He
stood, the blood draining from his face, his mouth working but no sound
coming out.
She heard a small strangled cry behind her. Karin had seen her boss and
stopped short. She had brought up her hand to caress the tips of her
breasts. And she had called out 'Sam'.
"Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now!," Abby wished. It didn't come
true. Sensing retreat was the best course, she silently closed the door
securely and walked down the hall to her desk. She had a million things
to do. Add another name to the guest list, cancel the rest of the
appointments for his nibs and make a call to Jacki's Boutique. She
dialed the stylish boutique on the first floor of the building.
"Jacki, this is Abby in the bank. I need something special for the Ball
tonight. ... No, not for me, once was enough. ... Oh, she's about 6 foot
tall. ... Believe me, you'll have to send up your best stuff. This lady
will outshine anything you have in the store. Perfect face, perfect
body. ... The whole works, dress, necklace, shoes. ... Size 7 or 8. ... I
trust you, Jacki. ... Oh, and throw in a pair of hiking boots and pair of
shorts and a top. I have a feeling they'll be going to the cabin.
...Yeah, first time in a year! ... No, no underwear. I don't think she's
going to need it. ... Well, they're in conference now, so around 6:00?
... Yeah, that kind of 'conference'. ... What? Oh, charge it to Peter
Jones. He'll never notice."
Karin looked down at the name plate on the desk.
"You're Peter Jones."
He paled.
"Karin."
"You didn't call."
"I tried. They said Bill, your husband, was dead. I was away in Hong
Kong and my secretary tried to get in touch with you the next day. The
last I heard was that you were arrested for his murder. I have been
miserable without you. I didn't know K. Saunders was you. By the way,
this is very impressive!," he said, lifting up the sheaf of research
papers on his desk.
She stood rooted to the spot. Tears streamed down her face. She had
found him. But would he still want her?
"Karin, come here."
She brightened, smiling through her tears. She walked over to stand in
front of him. He looked down at her as if considering something. He
leaned over to the intercom and pushed button.
"Abby, cancel the rest of my day."
"I already have, sir."
Peter walked over to the double doors and locked them. He crossed back
to Karin and took her in his arms.
They kissed deeply. As they kissed she quietly unbuttoned her blouse.
She pulled the edges back to expose her bare breasts to his starched
shirt and tucked it in her waist band to keep it out of the way.
When she was done she threw her arms around his neck. She hung on like a
drowning person to a life ring. She looked up into his eyes and smiled
through her tears.
"I love you, Peter Jones/ Sam Adams. I want to be with you."
"Karin, do you remember the night we met? The President's Ball?"
"Yes."
"It's tonight. Would you like to go? I'm the host member this year."
His fingers found her bare breasts and he smiled down at her. A shiver
ran through her as he fingered the gold rings. He pulled gently on them,
stretching her tits as they talked. He felt the chain connecting them
and pulled back to look at it. He nodded his approval as he tugged it
lightly.
"Ooohhh Sssam. With you?"
"Yes and no."
"What do you - OOOHHHHH - mean?"
"You're a CEO now. You'll have to go as a member, not a date."
"Oh. OOOOHHHH YYEESS!"
She thought about it for a while during the erotic stimulation of her
nipples.
"Can a member dance with the host?"
"It hasn't happened up until now, but there isn't a rule against it"
She tightened her grip around his neck. He twisted the tips of her tits
and she panted into his collar. Business was forgotten.
"What are the rules?," she asked when she caught her breath.
He explained them all, even the ones about the prize for the best looking
date and the percentage for the host for all contract signed at the ball.
"Sounds pretty sexist to me." But she had immediately thought of Sandi.
And there was the new girl in Finance. She could win a prize, too, with
a little help...
She paused to think a minute and made a decision. "I'm in, but the first
man who calls me a lesbian for trying to win the prize will be eating his
balls for breakfast. Let everyone know that, OK?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"Any other rules?"
"No, Ma'am!"
She punched him playfully and then let her hands wander to his stiff
prick.
"Can I be naughty tonight?"
"No. It wouldn't be appropriate as a member. Besides, I'd - Ooohhh,
yes! -get jealous."
She giggled.
"Who shall I be?"
"How about Geraldine Ferraro?, the Democratic VP nomination a while ago.
She made it the farthest."
" 'Gerri'. I like it."
She was quiet, but her hands were working at breakneck speed.
"Will 'Sam' be there?"
"Yes. OOHH Damn, that's good!"
"Can Sam and Gerri go to the cabin?"
"As soon as the ball is over, but it's a long way up there. I don't know
that Sam could wait."
"That's OK. I've got a dungeon in my basement."
"Then Sam and Gerri will go there first, then the cabin."
"Will he spank her.?'
"Yes."
"Hard?"
"Yes."
"Will he tie her up?"
"Yes."
"Tight?"
"Yes."
"The way she likes?"
"Yes."
"Will he fuck her?"
"Yes."
"Hard?"
"Yes."
"Long?"
"Yes."
"Often?"
"Yes. And in any hole she wants him to."
In a tiny little girl voice that cried out for arms to wrap her up she
ask:
"Can Peter fuck Karin now?"
"Yes."
She sobbed her relief. Her voice was still a whisper in his ear.
"Which hole do you want, Peter."
"All of them."
"They're yours, dearest. Only yours."
He giggled at her as they slid to the floor in each other's embrace,
oblivious to the world around them.
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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