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If you liked the title and aren't grossed-out by smoking, you might
enjoy this...

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K. Plays a Smoking FemDom Hooker

by Ktg1762@aol.com




A while back I went and visited my folks, and while I was there I
ran into the guy who'd been my best friend's beau back in high
school.  First guy she ever did it with, and he still doesn't have
any idea how much *I* know about him!  <*grin*>

Anyway, he and I have always gotten along great, and he asked me to
go to dinner to him.  I thought maybe he was going to try to hit on
me - which wouldn't have been bad! - but unfortunately he was the
perfect gentleman.  Damn!

I wasn't quite so nice myself.  I got pretty plastered, and spent
most of the night bitching and moaning about how shitty things had
been going for me after I'd split up with my ex.  Especially with
regard to bucks.  I wasn't earning enough to get by on, and the twit
who I'd rented a room to had taken off for parts unknown after she'd
run my phone bill way up.  Not funny.

All that had to do with why I'd gone to visit the Folks in the first
place.  Loans-ville.  They'd agreed to help me out, but my dad had
to dump on me about my ex, over and over again, until I'd just about
told him to take his money and shove it.  Couldn't do that, however,
so I just stopped listening to him, and kept my mouth shut.

Anyhow, Dean (I'll call him that) got an earful about all this from
me during dinner.  Poor guy!   :(   About the only thing that would
have made it worse would have been if I'd barfed in his car on the
way home.  Thankfully, I managed not to do that.  Not by much, but
it was a win!

After that little performance, I figured Dean wouldn't be calling me
again in this lifetime.  So I was totally surprised when he called
the next morning and asked me to go have a drink later.  Hah!  Just
what I needed - another drink!  Yuk!!!

Still, it sounded like Dean had something he wanted to me about, so
I agreed to go.  I also couldn't pass on another chance at him!


[Okay, here comes The Great Story!  I'm going to try to re-create
the scenes and write up the conversations, so please cut me some
slack if they don't come out quite right...]


=====

"Tell me something, Katherine..."   He *never* calls me by my full
name, so here it comes!

"Sure, Deano.  What do you want to know?"

"Last night you were talking about needing money.  Have you ever
thought about...  ahhh...  selling your physical attentions?"

It took me a second to get his meaning, and then I laughed out loud.
"Nope.  Can't say that I have!  Since when did you ever have to pay
for it, anyhow?

"Not to me."

"Oh?  Who to?"

He proceeded to tell me, quite seriously, that he had a friend who
was "corked up tighter than a drum", as he put it.  Married guy,
lots of bucks, wife turned back into a virgin on him.  Too straight
to go get himself a girlfriend.  But real kinked-up.

"What kinda kinks?"

"Just about anything you can think of, he's probably into it.  He
gets turned-on thinking about dominate women.  Like biker chicks. He
says he fantasizes about getting attacked by one."

I laughed again at that.  "Dean!  Shit, I'm about as dominate as a
librarian!"   I didn't say it, but lately I'd been feeling like a
total wuss.

"Oh, you could do it.  If you wanted to."

That was sweet.  Made me feel good, despite the weirdness of it. I'm
sure I smiled at that.

"So, how do you know so much about what this guy's thinking?  You
two 'work out' together or something?"  Implying with my tone that
they were gay boys - it's always easier to be flip!

"He's been trying to talk me into going to Nevada with him.  To go
to the whorehouses.  A couple times he's gotten tipsy and said a lot
about it."

Like me.  Two drunks, pissing and moaning to each about their
problems, and playing Fem-dom games.  I could see it.  Yuk-a-poo!

"Sorry, Deano.  I need the money, but that ain't something I'm into.
Your buddy'd want a refund."

"Okay.  I just thought I'd toss it out.  Lemmee know if you change
your mind."

------

Dean politely dropped the subject after that.  He did, however,
invite me to go on to dinner with him again that night.  I agreed -
so long as he promised not to let me drink too much this time!

Like I said, Dean dropped it.  But I didn't.  I just shut up about
it until we'd gone into the bar for an after-dinner Irish coffee.

"So, what's this guy want, anyhow?  Some chick to strap one on and
do him up his backside?"

Dean smiled at that.  "Maybe.  Really, I'm not quite sure.  I know a
few things.  For one thing, I know he gets turned-on by watching
women smoke.

I'd just lit a cigarette when he said that, and he looked at me and
smiled as he said it.  Two points, Deano!

"That's easy.  What else?"

"He'd like to do that while he's having sex, to be more exact."

The vision of that made me smile even wider.  No big deal.  But
Deano saying it made me feel like I was in my starkers with him
right there - I think I may even have blushed a little.

"What else?"

"Peeing.  He says he wants somebody to pee on him."

"Jesus, Dean!  I can't even go pee if there's somebody in the stall
next to me!!"

Neither of us said anything more for several moments, and I was just
starting to talk again when the waitress came up to see if we wanted
another round.  I'm *sure* she heard me say, "Smoking and peeing.
Anything else?"  She acted pretty cool, but she must have thought
Dean and I were playing Let's Make A Deal right there at the table.

I thought, "Well, the hell with it", and after she left I asked him
again,  "Anything else?"

"Those are the only two things I know about for sure.  Especially
the smoking.  He'd probably go for sexy lingerie too, especially if
it's on the raunchy side.  I'm not so sure about things like getting
handcuffed,  but that could be.  For that matter, the thing you said
about the strap-on might be right up his alley too.  But if it is,
it's not something he's ever said anything to me about."

"So a strap-on might just be right up that big old alley of his, eh?
Sounds like he's my kinda guy."  Smiling as I said it.

"Sorry about that."  He apparently hadn't realized what he'd just
said there.

"How about pain?  Shit like that?"

"I don't know about that.  He's never mentioned it."

"Dean, you really think I could do any of that?  With some guy I've
never even met?"

"Sure.  If you wanted to."  I'd set myself right up for that one.

I waited for Dean to say more, but he pissed me off by not doing it.
I could tell he was making me be the one to ask the next question,
and I didn't want to say it.  But I finally couldn't help myself.

"So...  How much?"

"Don't know.  I know in Nevada, that sort of thing would cost a
bunch.  Guys pay a lot extra for anything that's the least bit
kinky.  That's how the girls make the big money."

I realized I was lighting another cigarette as he said that.

"What's he look like?"  That one just came out - I wanted to bite my
tongue as soon as I heard myself say it.  Whoops!

"He's probably...."  Dean went on to describe him in terms of
height, weight, hair & eye colours, and all that sort of thing.  I
don't think I heard a word he said.

It was time to go.

"Well, Deano, I'm *very* flattered.  It's not for me, but I think
you're sweet to think of me that way.  Now, if it was *you*, maybe
we could talk...."  I gave him a big grin.

With that, I got up and kissed Dean on the cheek.  He took me home,
and that was the end of it.

------

It was the end of it for just about two weeks.

To make a long story short, I burned through the bucks I got from
The Folks just paying down my cards, and I was still way short.  Far
enough short that I was hating answering the phone for fear it would
be another asshole wanting some bill paid.  I wasn't living high at
all - I was literally eating macaroni for most of my meals, and my
clothes were all turning into rags.

So, I called Dean.

"Deano, I'm busted.  If this thing you talked about with that friend
of yours is real, I'm ready to talk about it.  I don't care what he
looks like.  Just promise me you'll never tell anyone about it."

"I wouldn't.  That's not my business, Kat.  If you need the money,
and you and him can make it work, then fine.  He's really a nice
guy."

"I'm thinking serious money here, Dean. A hundred bucks won't do
it."

"You need to talk to him.  I know he's got it.  But you need to get
him warmed-up, cause he can be very tight with it."

"So how do I call him?"

"If you're serious, I better call him first."

"What are you gonna tell him about me?  Don't tell him I'm for-sure
about this!  Just tell him I might be up for talking to him about
it.  For krisakes, *don't* tell him my friggin' name!  Just tell him
I'd probably be willing to meet and talk about it."

"Gotcha.  What name would you like me to use?"

-----

I about pooped my panties when we hung up.  Jesus - was I really
gonna do this?

Fuck it!  I can at least go meet the guy for a drink.  See what he's
like....

=====

What's hidden in all this - that Dean either already knew, or
guessed at right, or got lucky on - is the fact that I happen to
**like** sex.  I'm not a nympho, but by then the idea of doing this
had definitely started to get my juices up and running.

Still, the thought of actually meeting the guy sent me into a total
panic.  No Goddamned Clothes!!!  Nothing!  I couldn't exactly go
play the great Biker-Chick-Sex-Goddess wearing my friggin' worn out
sweats!  Shit!!


[The thing about the clothes gets me to a chapter of this that I
could write about for hours.  It *deserves* it - in lots of ways, it
was the main chapter of the whole thing.  To keep from getting
bogged down in it, however, I'm just going give you a *real* short
version...]


There's a woman I know who lives downstairs from me named Jeannie,
who I thought I could borrow some leather pants from.  Something I
could at least wear to go meet the guy.  Assuming he was willing to
do that - which now I *needed* to plan on happening.

Well, it turned out that she was really into all this, and she got
into telling me all kinds of things about playing a Dom.  Once we
got to talking about it, I started realizing that it's a Hell of a
lot more complicated than I'd first thought.

Anyhow, Jeannie was really helpful.  And, she loaned me the pants
and some other things.  I didn't tell her this was a money thing -
she just thought it was for some new guy I was seeing.  She even
wanted to take me to a BDSM club she and her man go to - they have
"Newbie Knights"!  I didn't go, but I soaked up what she told me
otherwise.

-----

Fucking Dean didn't call me back for nearly a week.  Then he called
and said he'd talked to the guy, and it was cool.  Call him!!!

While I'd been waiting for Dean to call me back, I'd practiced at
playing a Tough Bitch / Biker Chick in front of the mirror.  I
messed around with different hair-fixes and make-up, and I played
with smoking in ways I thought he might get off on.  I didn't want
to look toooo tuff - just enough to get his attention and keep him
interested.  Real interested!   *grin*

I also practiced pissing while I was standing up in the shower. Just
in case this did come off.  I wasn't so sure I could do that part,
but I did get so I could aim it pretty well.  I imagined the drain
as his face, and the mat as his body...

Anyhow, by the time Dean called me, I felt like I was as ready for
this as I was ever going to get, so the next morning I shut my brain
off and called the guy.  Got right through the secretary, and there
he was on the phone!

"Hi, this is Karen. Dean said I should give you a call."  Just like
that.  Sultry voice and the whole bit!

Slam bamm, meet him for drinks this Saturday afternoon, hang up the
phone, and that was that.

Damn!  At least he sounded okay.  Meet for drinks only - I could do
that.

=====

I found the place (a hotel bar) with no problem.  Half hour to
spare.  That was good, cause I was all pitted-out, and nervous as
all get-out.  I immediately went for the Ladies', washed off the
pits, and re-did my face.  Then I went out and got a drink.

The guy showed up about five minutes later - almost as early as me.
Good.  We recognized each other immediately, and he came over and
asked if I was Karen.  Yup!

We chatted about bullshit for a couple minutes.  Like "Have any
trouble finding the hotel?"  Fuck no, you think I'm some kinda
moron?  (not that I said that).

When I figured the time was right, I took out a cigarette, hung it
off the corner of my mouth, and asked him if he had a light.  I'd
practiced this in the mirror, and I had it down pretty good.

Well, it turned out the stupid fucker didn't have a light - even
though he smokes himself!  After he finally figured out that little
fact and stopped feeling himself up, he scrambled his ass over to
the bar and got us some matches.  It was all I could do to keep
myself from laughing!!

When he'd lit my cigarette, I leaned back in the chair, half-closed
my eyes, and took a long drag while I looked at him.  "So.  Dean
says you might like to play sometime..."  Again, I'd rehearsed this
bit in the mirror.

Fucker stammered around some, generally saying that he thought that,
yes, that might be fun.

"Dean tell you I need the money?"

"No.  He didn't say anything about that."   Real flustered, but
trying to collect himself.

I looked away from him and took another long drag, intentionally
"smiling out loud", but not saying anything.  Letting myself get
into it.  He really wasn't such a bad guy.  Actually, he was kinda
cute!

Finally I looked back at him.  "Well, I do."  Pause.  "And I *would*
like to play.  If you want to."  Take another drag.  Look at him.
Starting to have fun with this...

"How much do you want?"

"A lot.  I need it."  

"How much is 'a lot'?"

"Thousand bucks."  I didn't bat an eye when I said it.  <g>

"That's a lot."  Acknowledging, not arguing.  Good.

"Half back if you don't think it's worth it."  I shouldn't have said
that!!  Damn me!!!

Once the heavy ice on this stuff had got broken, we talked okay
together for almost an hour.  Mostly I was just letting him digest
the price I'd said and check me out.  I was feeling pretty good, so
this was going to be his call.

We danced around a lot about exactly what it was he wanted.  Either
he was too embarrassed to come right out and say it, or he simply
didn't know.  He wanted *me* to tell him what he'd get, but how the
hell could I do that?  The one thing he was real clear about was
that for that much money, he wanted a lot of *time*.  Okay....

He did confirm the bits Dean had told me about the smoking and the
water-play.  When I specifically asked him about pain-play, he said
he hadn't thought about that before, but that he'd "maybe be willing
to some".  Not making it real easy for me!  :(

Overall, my take was that, like Dean said, he mostly just wanted to
be taken over and used by some Tough Chick.  I also got the definite
feeling he was getting a hard-on as we talked about this stuff, and
I liked that.  At least we seemed to be hitting it off okay!

Anyhow, we agreed to do it. (!!)  Same place, next Saturday
afternoon. I even talked him into advancing me two hundred bucks
right then, so I could get some stuff for us to play with.  The poor
guy even went off go find a Cash-a-matic machine!   *grin*

Once he'd split, I changed into some innocent stuff I'd brought and
went by for the night at my folks.  They probably thought I'd come
by to hit them up for more money.  Wrongo this time!  I even fixed
dinner and did dishes.  Never mind that my crotch was wet while I
was doing it!

=====

The next week was more panic.  At least it was a better controlled
panic this time.

The short version of this one is that darn near every night Jeannie
and I went shopping for some hot undies for me to wear.  I started
wondering if she had a dyke streak in her, but after about the third
store I didn't give a damn if she did.  Let's just say that little
Jeannie got to see *lots* of ME that week!   <grin!>

She also loaned me a couple of other things, and lectured me
constantly on stuff.  I bet she was one *Wet Woman* when she got
home those nights!

I managed a last-minute trip to the Toy store by myself.  Jeannie
doesn't get to know *everything*, right?


=====
HOTEL


"Give me a full thirty minutes.  No less.  Then you can come up."

I took the room key from him, and went and got my duffel bag out of
the car and took it up to the room.  Once inside, I right away
stripped the covers off the bed and figured out where I could anchor
the tie things - Jeannie had said hotel rooms suck when it comes to
this kind of stuff.  I guess I was lucky, cause it didn't turn out
to be that big a problem.

After the bed was rigged, I stripped myself off and got into my
fancy undies.  (Garters are a *major* bitch!   At least I didn't
wreck anything...)  Then I put all my outer stuff back on - didn't
want him to see me in my "hots" toooo soon!   *grin*

Still five minutes to go.  Try to relax.  What have I forgotten?

I stashed a couple things in the nightstand, and looked over the
layout.  Gave myself one more mirror-check, and I was ready.

-----

Right at thirty minutes I heard a knock on the door.

"Hi."  After I'd let him in and closed the door, I put my hand on
his arm and kissed him on the cheek.

"Now go into the bathroom, and take off all your clothes.  Put this
on, and come back out here."  I gave him a little black leather cock
pouch / g-string thing.  As he took it, I gave him a little squeeze
on the crotch.

Without saying a word, he took the pouch and went into the bathroom,
just like I'd told him to.  He even closed the door.  *grin*
Jeannie had told me I should start slow, and so far so good...

When he came back out, my first reaction was that he looked silly
wearing the pouch.  My second reaction was that he had a pretty nice
bod!  I stifled both those, and simply looked him over for a moment,
doing my best attempt at a critical expression.  He just stood
there, waiting for me to tell him what to do next.

"All right.  Now let's put this on."  I went up to him and fastened
a leather collar around his neck.

"Now then, while that's on, I'm in charge.  You do what I say.  When
it comes off, we can go back to the regular world.  But for now,
this is the real world.  Got that?"

"Yes."

"Let's start by doing that again.  While you have that collar on,
you may address me as 'Mistress' or as 'Ma'am'.  You may also call
me 'Your Highness', if you prefer that.  In any case, you're not to
speak to me at all unless you're responding to something I've asked
you.  You don't even look at me unless I give you permission.  Got
that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good.  Now say, 'Yes Mistress'.  I want to hear how that sounds."

"Yes Mistress."

"And 'Yes, Your Highness'."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Very good.  Now go over and lie down on the bed, on your back."

-----

After he'd got into position, I put a velvet mask over his eyes.
He'd get *plenty* of visuals later, but I wanted him to start off
just using his imagination.

I attached the ties - wrists first, then the ankles.  He was silent
as could be.

"Okay.  The rules are this.  I'm going to do whatever I want with
you.  If there's anything you *really* don't like, or want to have
stop, just shake your head from side to side real fast, and make
some noise.  I'll stop whatever it is I'm doing and go onto
something else.  I've got a long list of stuff planned for us, so
you don't need to worry about me running out of things.

"But I want you to do your best *not* to shake your head unless you
seriously think you need to.  I'm only going to ask you to do things
I really want you to do.  A few of them will cause you some
discomfort, but nothing I ask you to do will cause you any real
harm.  And other than that one thing you can do to stop something,
I'm in charge now.  Okay?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Any questions?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No Ma'am."

"All right.  Now I'm going to put something called a ball-gag in
your mouth and around the back of your head.  You should be able to
breathe okay with it on, and I want you to wear it for me.  If you
mind your manners and do as I tell you, we'll take it off later.  I
just don't want to hear anything more from you for a while."

No response.

I put the gag on him.  He looked real helpless!  *grin*

"Okay.  Now let's see...  Just one more little thing you need, and
you'll be all set."

I went over to my bag a pulled out a butt-plug and some KY, and came
back and sat down next to him again.  I squeezed out a little of the
jelly, and worked it around on my middle finger.  Then I used my
finger to put some on the end of the plug.

"Now arch your ass up here.  Time for a quick prostrate check."

No movement.

"Come on.  Arch it right up."  I slapped him on the hip.  "Let's get
this over with."

He did it.

I fished the string out of his crack with my dry hand, then started
working my finger around his butt-hole.  Up it.  Tight, but I got
things going pretty good.  After he'd loosened up a bit and was
nicely lubed, I took the plug and pushed it in him.  It took a bit
of a shove at first, but then it popped right in.  POP!  He let out
a sharp noise when it went in, but he didn't shake his head.

"That was too easy.  If it comes out, I've got a bigger one that
won't."  I did, too.

I could see his cock was straining against the pouch, so I reached
in and flipped it up.  Felt like a nice one!  Not huge, but nice.

-----

After that, I stood up and admired my work for a moment.  Then I
went and washed off, and came back out and took off all my outer
things.  I took my time undressing, and made sure to emphasize the
sounds of the different things coming off.  Zzzipppppp....

Once I was down to my "hots", I paused and let him just listen to
nothing at all, hopefully wondering what I was doing.  That also
gave me a chance to think.  I really had made a list at one point,
and I mentally reviewed what was on it.

I'd long since decided there was no way I could play this the same
way Jeannie would have.  What I could do, was just *mess* with the
guy.  Try out some different things on him, and hope I'd hit one or
two of his hot-buttons.  If nothing else, this was going to be a
heck of a lot more than he'd been getting at home.  And, I might
just get to have some fun with it myself!  I planned to....

My last step was to put on a pair of fingerless opera-type gloves
we'd found that almost matched my stockings.  There's another name
for them, but I never could remember it.  I call them "Spider-Woman"
gloves.  They're a lot like the stockings.

-----

I noticed that he was really hard now - the tip of his dick was
peeking out over the top of the pouch, and I could see some precum
was even starting to ooze out.  Poor baby! (meaning his dick)  It
was just gonna have to wait!  *grin*

I got my cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray, and I climbed up on
the bed and straddled his tummy.  With my ass maybe an inch from the
end of his cock.  I'm *sure* he could feel the stockings and
garters, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if he could feel a whole
lot more of me.

After I got settled in on him, I lit a cigarette.  Took a long drag,
leaned forward, and blew the smoke down onto his face.  "So you like
smoking?  Well, we're gonna do that.  Smoking and fucking.  Except
you're gonna need to wait a while for the fucking part.  There's a
lot we need to do first."

I took another drag, got real close to his face, and exhaled on him
again.  "Too bad you've got that ball-gag on, I'd let you have a
puff.  Maybe we'll do that later.  When your cock's up inside me. If
you've been a good boy."

I was very self-consciously trying to talk dirty to him.  I think I
do a better job of that when I'm not trying, but I hadn't relaxed
yet myself.

"Oh yeah.  I was gonna ask.  What do you think I'm wearing right
now?  Any guesses?  Let's start at the top.  I'll give you a hint -
I've got a brassiere on.  It's not a nice brassiere.  In fact, it's
a very naughty one.  It doesn't even cover my nipples.   I'm looking
down at them while I'm talking to you, and they're getting pretty
hard.  Especially the left one - that's always the one that gets the
biggest.  Maybe I should give that one a little pinch.  See if I can
make it even bigger."

I did exactly that after I said it.  Pinched and pulled.

"Damn.  Would you look at that!  It's even harder now.  Better do
the right one too - wouldn't want it to feel left out."

I went on like this for some time - talking dirty to him, telling
him what I looked like, letting him imagine things, letting him hear
me smoke, and blowing it out on him.  Everything I told him was very
real - he just couldn't see it.

I also gradually scooted my ass back so I could just barely feel the
tip of his cock against my crack.

When the cigarette was done, I stopped, stubbed it out, and told
him, "Hang on a sec.  Don't move an inch."  As if he could have!

Then I got off him and removed my panties.  I'd originally planned
to leave them on longer, but I needed them off now.  I'd put them on
over the garters, so taking them off was no problem.  When I got
back up on him, it was higher up on his chest this time.

"Sorry about that.  I had to take off my panties.  Now I've just got
on my bra and garter-belt.  And the stockings and gloves, of course.
My bare pussy's right here on your chest.  It needs some attention."

I scooted back and forth on him a little.

"You know, I was looking at that nose of yours there, and I got to
thinking that it might be just the thing.  I want you to hold it
real still now, and we'll see how it does as a clit stimulator."

With that, I shifted myself up on him, so my crotch was right over
his face.  I held that position long enough to give him a chance to
smell me, then I lowered myself down and rubbed myself ever-so-
lightly over him, right against his nose.

I proceeded to tease myself against him, very gently most of the
time.  A couple times I dropped my puss down right onto his nose,
hard, making it go right up inside.  I also dragged my whole crotch
across his face a few times, making sure he could get a whiff of my
ass.  Trying to remember as I did all this to be careful not to rub
the mask off him.  I hoped he was catching the feel of the
garters/stockings while all this was happening.

Mostly I just worked my clit against his nose.  (Don't suffocate
him!)  I'd never done this to anyone before, and it felt really
good.  I was also enjoying the situation, and I needed to remind
myself of what I supposed to be doing.

After a bit I lifted myself up again, so I was poised just inches
above his face.

"You know, maybe this would be a good time for me to take a leak on
you.  What do you think?  We'd get the sheets wet, but I bet they'll
survive."  Pause.  "Ready?"

Then without any warning, I hopped off both him and the bed.  "Nah.
Maybe we'll do that later.  I want that gag off you now."

I lifted his head up and removed the gag, and reminded him that he
wasn't to speak unless spoken to.

-----

I got a glass from the bathroom, and the small bottle of Glenlivet
Scotch whiskey I'd brought in my duffel bag.  That was what he'd
ordered when we'd first met, so I knew he liked it.  I poured one
short finger into the glass, and went and sat down near where his
head was.

"You know, that was fun, that bit with your nose there."  I rubbed
on it with my thumb.  It was still sticky from what I'd just done to
him.  "I want to talk to you about that some more.  But first, what
say we have a smoke?"

I lit a cigarette, one of his, and placed the hand with the
cigarette on his chest.

"This one's for you.  I just had one.  You can't have the whole
thing, but you can have a couple puffs."

Taking my time, I trailed my hand up his body, over his neck and
chin, and up to his mouth.  Finally I placed the tip of the
cigarette between his lips.

"Go ahead."

He sucked in on it.  When he was done, I brought my hand lightly
back down over him, and rested it gently on his cock.  No other
movement from me.  He'd exhaled as I was crossing his chest.

"Ask me whenever you want another puff.  You may have three, so take
your time.  You can let me know when you want one by saying 'Please
Ma'am' anytime I'm not speaking.

"While we're doing this, I want to talk to you about what we're
going to do next."  I stopped, and waited for him.

Finally he said, "Please Ma'am".

As I was giving him his next hit on the cigarette, I told him that I
wanted him to eat me out.  Not just 'eat me out' - I wanted him to
give me the best oral sex he was capable of giving.  Better than any
he'd ever given anyone before.

I told him that I would give him feedback while he was doing it, and
that I wanted him to listen carefully to what I said to him.  I also
wanted him to feel what my body was telling him, and to concentrate
on giving me pleasure.  Not simply an orgasm. That too, but I wanted
him to *pleasure* me.

When I'd finished telling him that part, my hand was on his cock
again. I removed it to take a drag myself, then I placed it back on
his pouch.  Then I waited.

"Please Ma'am."

This time, as I was giving him his third puff, I explained to him
that in order to do this, I was going to need to unfasten his ties.
But his mask was going to have to stay on.  He would have to move
over, and I'd lie back where he had been.  Then I'd guide him in
between my legs, and tell him what to do from there.

I told him I was going to smoke at least one cigarette myself while
he was going down on me, and that I'd most likely be playing with my
titties with my other hand while he did me.  His hands were *not* to
go above my waist, and under no circumstances was he to try to
remove the mask.

When I finally paused - my hand was back on his crotch again - he
gave me another 'Please Ma'am'.

"No.  That's all you get right now.  Now it's time for you to show
me that you listened to what I was saying there.  But first, we need
to give you some mouth-wash.  My pussy doesn't like dirty mouths.

"I'm going to give you some stuff now, with my mouth into your
mouth.  I want you to rinse it around real good when I'm done. While
I'm touching you, I want you to be completely passive.  Do *not* try
to put your tongue into my mouth.  Let me just do whatever I do to
you.  You don't do anything back.  Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

I put out the cigarette, brushing his cock a little harder as I
removed my hand from it.  Then I sipped in just a little bit of the
Scotch, set down the glass, leaned over, and put my mouth on his.

I slipped the tip of my tongue between his lips.  Then I opened him
up a little and let the Scotch run into him.  It seemed like more
than it was.  Once it was all in, I went into him more forcefully
with my entire tongue.  His mouth got wide open, and I thoroughly
worked him with my tongue and lips for several moments.

Then I abruptly broke with him again.

-----

It wasn't the best oral sex I've ever been given, but it definitely
wasn't the worst.  And, it sure as hell was the longest!!

It was real nice to lay back and relax.  Smoking with one hand,
massaging a boob with the other.  "Slower now.  Real lightly. Right
there..."

I didn't time it, but I must have made him go for something like a
half hour.  I took it easy on the tongue-stretching stuff, so as not
to strain him.  I also let him have a couple breaks where he just
used his fingers.

Several orgasms.  None huge, but all very nice!   *grin*

-----

"Okay.  Stop now.  Just leave your face right there for a second."
(While I clear my head...)   Pause.   "Now then, slide down off the
bed, and stand up on the floor.  Leave the mask on."

I got up myself, took him by the hand, and guided him over to one of
the chairs.  "Sit down.  There's a chair right behind you.  Now wait
there, I'll be right back."

I'd forgotten to get the goddammed ice (!!), so I got into my
sweats, took the room key and the bucket, and went out and found the
friggin' machine.  It took maybe two minutes to do that, and I was
back in my "hots" again, standing in front of him.

I fixed a small Glenlivet-rocks.  Jeannie'd told me no booze at all,
but I figured a little one wouldn't hurt him after all that.  I also
got his cigarettes, and lit one for him.

"Here, take this."  Handing him the drink.  "And this."  The
cigarette.  "You've been being a very good boy, so you may have
those if you want.  There's an ashtray on the table, right next to
your arm.  I'll be back in a couple minutes.  Don't make any messes
while I'm gone.  And keep the mask on."

What he probably really wanted was for me to wash off his sticky
face.  Sorry about that!

I retreated to the bathroom, and closed the door.  Break time.  I
could have used a pee, but I held it.  Instead, I just took some
deep breathes while I checked myself over in the mirror, adjusted
some things, and brushed my hair back into place.  Showtime next...

-----

He'd finished the cigarette and the drink by the time I came back
out, and he looked to be chewing on some ice.

"Now, stand up."  I led him out from the chair.  "Let's have a look
at you..."

I walked around him, running my hands lightly over his chest and
upper body as I did so.  Then back around, slowly, this time
touching him below the waist.  Nice butt!  Even with the base of
that butt-plug sticking out. <g>  I gave the plug a shove, just to
remind him it was there.

I stopped when I'd gotten around to the front again, and massaged at
his cock with my hand for a moment.  He was hardening up nicely.

"Let's take this thing off, and see what you've got for me there."

I hooked the g-string with my fingers, and pulled it out and down,
so as not to catch it on him, and let it fall.  His cock was
standing up at full attention.  Hello!

"Step out of those."

I ran my nails lightly over his balls.  His scrotum was tightening
now that the pouch was off.  Then up his shaft.  No words.  I could
hear him breathing.

After I'd played with him like that for several moments, I told him
that I thought it was time for the mask to come off too.  As I said
that, I placed my hands on his either side of his jaw, and massaged
for a moment.  Then I gently pushed the mask up and over his head.

He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light.  Then he looked at me.

"Remember.  Don't look at me.  Not unless I give you permission."

=====

He was back lying on the bed again now, face up.  The ties and the
plug were in place, but there was no mask or gag this time. I was up
on him, straddling his stomach, still dressed in my "hots".

"You may look at me now.  As much as you want.  Until I tell you
otherwise."

He did.  Not surprisingly, his eyes lingered on my face and breasts.
I allowed him to do that for several moments before I continued.  I
could feel my nipples harden as he looked at them.

"We're going to fuck now.  Only I need to explain something.  This
isn't going to be quite like any fuck you've ever had.  First I'm
going to take you up inside me.  All the way up.  You're not to cum,
however.  Don't even get close.  You understand that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you think you can do it?"

"Yes."

"I'll let that one go, but I want you to remember to address me
correctly from now on.

"Now then, once we've got you all the way up there, we're going to
stop.  No thrusting.  No more movement at all yet.  Especially not
from you.

"Then I'm going to have a cigarette.  I'll let you light it for me,
and I'll just sit on you and smoke it for a while.  When I'm ready,
I'm going to start moving on you.  When I do that, you will stay
completely still.  Absolutely motionless.  Most likely I'll still be
smoking at that point, and you may continue to watch me if you want.
Got all that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good.  Now here's the hard part."  I leaned way over and reached
into the nightstand.  "See these?"  I showed them to him.  "These
are called nipple clamps.  When I feel like you're getting worked
up, I'm going to put these on you.  They're the lightest ones I
could find, and I'm going to put them on you very gradually, one at
a time.  But they're still going to hurt like hell.  You will almost
certainly think you need to shake your head, and get me to take them
off.

"I *will* take them off if you do that.  But I want you try to go
with it.  They won't injure you, they'll just cause you pain. Very
sharp, very intense pain.  Especially at first, when I've put the
first one all the way on you.  The pain will go away when I take
them off.

"Now, if you can do it, I want you to just let yourself experience
it.  Just like it was any other physical sensation.  Once you've
adapted to it, and learned how to detach yourself from it - if you
can manage that - then, and only then, you may begin to fuck me.
I'll fuck you back.  What I want is for you to fuck me, and cum
inside me while these are on you."

I let him digest all that for several moments.  Then I leaned
forward an unfastened one of his wrist-ties.

"Give me your hand.  I want you to have an idea what this will be
like."

He reached his hand up to me.  I took it, and gently placed one of
the clamps on his little finger.  He winced some.  I left it there.

"Do you think you can do this?  With these clamps on your nipples?

"I don't know.  I'll try.  Ma'am."  Still wincing a little.

With my free hand, I reached down and squeezed one of his nipples,
lightly at first, then much harder.  The clamp was still on his
finger.

"It is possible.  You just need to use your mind, and find a way to
deal with it.  To completely detach yourself from it.  Then simply
experience it.  Try doing that now, while it's just on your finger."

I loosened my pinch on his nipple a little, then I waited.  For what
seemed like a long time.

"How are you doing?"

"Okay I think.  Ma'am.  Your Highness."  He smiled at me, and I
smiled back.

"All right."

I removed the clamp from his finger, and set the pair down on the
bed, where I could get at them.  After replacing the wrist-tie that
I'd opened, I silently caressed his face for several moments.

"Okay.  Now give me your cock."

-----

He did very well with the clamps.  When he finally managed to open
his eyes back up, I looked into them approvingly.  Almost lovingly.

As I felt him relaxing more, I took another drag from the cigarette,
just to give him one more sensory input to work with.

He eventually began to move against me.  Very slowly at first.  I
matched his movements.  A little stronger now...

When I felt him approaching orgasm, I placed the cigarette in my
mouth, closed my eyes, and started thrusting myself against him in
earnest.  Faster, harder.  I could hear him beginning to grunt.
Close now.  Very close.  I was making a lot of noise myself by then,
despite the cigarette.

He came.  BAM!  Bam bam bam bam...  An extraordinarily long series
of spasms.

When they had finally stopped altogether, I reached down and gently
removed the clamps.  Then I removed the stub of the cigarette from
my mouth.  He was looking up at me.

-----

I cleaned him up with a warm washcloth, and un-did all the
ties.  Then I pulled the sheet up over him.  Time for both of us to
take a longer break now.


=====

He was snoozing.  I sat in the chair, with a glass of some of the
Scotch and some ice.  It was nice to just relax and have a cigarette
that wasn't being smoked for his benefit.  It was also nice to just
look at him as he slept.  The undies were beginning to feel more
natural on me.

-----

I woke him up gently.  He needed to use the bathroom.  I told him
that I did too, and that was what we were going to do next.  I let
him go in by himself to do his thing.

When he came out, I had him sit on the bed and unfasten my garters.
Take the belt off.  Pull the gloves off.  Now pull my stockings
down.  Carefully!  Right off.  Now, unhook my bra.

After fluffing up my boobs, I sat down on the bed next to him,
completely naked, and put a hand on his leg.

"So tell me.  Has anyone ever peed on you before?"

"No Ma'am."

"Well, I'm going to.  You're going to lie in the bathtub, and I'm
going to stand over you, and piss all over you, up and down.  I've
been holding it for hours, so there will probably be a lot. Assuming
I can get it started.  Are you ready to do that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Okay.  Wait here for a minute."

I went into the bathroom and started some hot water running in the
tub, to take the chill off it.  I definitely had to "go".  Bad!

Back next to him.  "Since you've been being such a good boy so far,
I'm warming the bottom of the tub for you.  We'll stop the water and
let it drain out before you have to get in.

"Here's how this is going to work after that.  You will get in and
lie down on your back, with your head near where the drain is.  Put
your feet up on the other end, and make sure to leave some room for
me.

"When I get in, I'm going to stand over you, and then I'm going to
pee on you.  It may take me a couple seconds to get it started, so
be patient with me.

"When it starts, I'm going to direct the stream onto your crotch
first, and then I'm gong to bring it up over your body, and finally
onto your face.  I'll hold it on your face for a long time, moving
it around to make sure I thoroughly soak your head.

"I'm not going to require you to open your mouth while I do this,
but if you can do that for me, I'd like you to.  I promise I'll fill
it up for you if you do.  You may either spit or swallow it,
whichever you prefer.  I'd like you to shallow at least a little bit
of it, but that isn't a requirement.

"Except for an ounce or so of that Scotch, I've only been drinking
water all day.  So my urine should be very clear. There's nothing in
it that can hurt you.  Just try not to get it in your eyes, cause
it'll sting.

"Other than being careful about your eyes, you may look at me as
much as you want while we're doing this.  You may also have a quick
shower after we're done, regardless of whether you open your mouth
for me.  Is all that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you have any questions?"

"No Ma'am."

"Good.  Then let's get started.  Go turn the water off, and let it
drain out.  Once it's all out, go ahead and assume your position in
the bottom of the tub.  I'll be in right after that."

-----

When he was ready, I went into the bathroom.

I'd debated whether to include smoking in this one, and I'd decided,
"Oh, what the hell!"  So I lit a cigarette just before I got into
the tub with him.

Standing over him, I put the cigarette in my mouth, and used both
hands to spread my labia. I need them both down there to aim with.

With both of us in position, I looked up, closed my eyes, and tried
to relax and get it going.  As badly as I needed to go, for me this
was going to be the tough one.  I tried to imagine I was still just
practicing...

It must have taken nearly a minute, but a trickle finally started.
Once it had started, however, it quickly became a torrent that I
couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to.

-----

He got a first-class hosing off that afternoon.  *grin*   All over
his face and hair, and through several mouthfuls.  He spat most of
it out, but he opened right back up each time.  I was looking down
at him, squinting against the smoke, and aiming.

When the flow had completely drizzled out, I told him I was very
proud of him.  I tipped my ash onto his cock, and told him he could
have his shower now - just as soon as I was done with mine.

"Stay right there, I'll just be a minute."  I reached up and pointed
the shower head up, and had myself a quick shower. Nice and warm!  I
hadn't planned this part, but I needed it.

"Your turn now.  Just keep it short!"

After I stepped out of the tub, I leaned back in and told him to
take the plug out while he was showering, rinse it off and leave it
there, and then wash his backside real well.

Then I dried myself off, and went back into the other room.

=====

"Go sit on the edge of the bed.  On the side that faces the window."

I'd put the stockings and gloves back on, but that was it.  The only
special equipment he was wearing was the collar.

After he was seated, I walked over to the table, in front of him,
and totally ignored him while I fixed myself a Glenlivet.  Still
standing, I lit a cigarette, took a drag, and held it near my face
while I blew the smoke out toward the ceiling.

Then I placed it back in my mouth and let it hang there while I
stretched. I scratched absently at my pubic area for a moment with
one hand, and used the other to remove the cigarette, after taking
another long, slow drag.  This was another scene that I'd rehearsed
earlier.

Finally, I sat down on the chair and looked at him.  For several
minutes, I just smoked the cigarette, took sips from the drink, and
looked him over.  He was looking down at the floor.  His poor cock
was still trying to point up, despite his position.

I finally broke the silence.  "You know, you really have been being
a very good boy so far.  I think maybe I'll let you see what a
proper orgasm looks like."  Pause.  Sip.  Smoke.  Exhale.

"Listen to me carefully.  Over there in my duffel bag, there are two
vibrators.  One's shaped like a big dick and it has batteries in it,
and the other one plugs into the wall and looks sort of like a
portable hair dyer.  Got that?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"I want you to go get the one that plugs into the wall, and take it
down over there next to the nightstand, and plug it in.  Then set it
on the table.  Keep your hands off the nub on the end while you do
that, and don't ever let it touch the floor.  Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Okay.  Now go do it.  And don't rummage through the bag.  They're
right on top."

When he'd stood back up from plugging it in, I told him to go get
the other one, and then I had him sit back down on the bed, holding
the portable vibrator in his hand, by its base.  Again, he did that
just exactly the way I'd told him to.  Except that when he sat back
down, he looked right at me.

"Look down."

We waited in silence while I finished my cigarette.

After I'd stubbed it out and taken one more sip of Scotch, I slid my
butt forward on the chair, parting my legs at the same time.  My
eyes were right on his, and I snapped "Look down!" at him the
instant I saw him starting to raise them.  He was having trouble
with this one.

Keeping my eyes on his, I started teasing myself with my fingers.
Lightly.  Just brushing.  When I could feel my clit beginning to
respond, I told him to come over and get down on his knees, between
my legs.  With the vibrator.   I made him keep his eyes down while
he did this, and I gave him little adjustment instructions until I
was satisfied with his position.

Once he was where I wanted him, I spread my legs wider and brought
my clit back up with my fingers.  I felt like spreading even a bit
wider, so I placed one foot up on the other chair.  He was still
looking down.

"You may look up at my pussy now.  Only there.  Not any higher." His
face was just a foot or so from me.  Close enough that I wondered
whether he could smell me.  I moistened a finger on myself, and ran
it over my upper lip, just under my nostrils.  Then I touched it to
my tongue, and added some spit to it before putting it back down
there.  I could smell me and taste me both.  I like that.

While he watched me, I continued teasing myself with my fingers
until I was getting good and wet.  I pushed one just up inside, and
brought the wetness out over my labia and onto my clit.  Then two
fingers.  Getting pretty slippery...

"Now, use your mouth to wet that vibrator you're holding for me. Get
it as warm and wet as you can.  Put it way into your mouth, and run
your tongue all around on it.  Warm it and wet it.  When I tell you
to give it to me, first put some more of your spit on it, right at
the end.  Then hand it to me, by the base."

I let him work on it for several minutes, while I continued to work
on myself.  I wet my nose again.

"Now give it to me."  I watched him.  "More spit than that.  Get it
wet."

When I'd taken it from him, I told him to just keep his eyes on my
pussy.  Then I worked it up inside.  It *is* big, so it took me a
while to get it all the way in.

"Now I'd like a cigarette.  I want you to give me a light, but
you're not to look up at me while you do it.  Just hold the lighter
up and light it for me.  Keep your eyes on my cunt."  I handed him
down the lighter.

He did as he was told, and I leaned forward and lit the cigarette,
while I continued to watch him.

"Now, without ever touching me - without even grazing any part of my
skin - I want you to reach forward and turn the vibrator on.  All
the way on.  You may use both hands.  Rotate the base clockwise
until it stops."

He brushed my labs a little as he did that, but I didn't think that
could be helped, so I didn't call him on it.

With the vibrator all the way up and going full blast, I resumed
playing with my clit with one hand, while I was smoking with the
other.   Keeping my eyes on his the whole time.  Sometimes I dropped
the hand with the cigarette down and brought its fingers into play.
I did that mostly for him to see, but I also needed that for myself.

One time I got the middle finger my free hand really wet, and held
it out to him to taste.  The cigarette was so close to his face that
I thought it might burn him.  When I resumed what I was doing, I let
myself get further into it.

After many minutes of this, I came, hard.  Good one.  It rippled
through me in waves, and I nearly forgot where I was.  I know I made
a lot of noise, and my legs shook so violently as it was coming on
that they probably scared him.  It really was a good one.  I doubt
he'd ever seen anything like that.  Especially up so close that way.

When it had finally tapered all the way off, I put the butt of the
cigarette into my mouth and reached down and turned the vibrator off
myself.  After a moment, I had him remove it from me - very gently,
and again without touching any of the rest of me.  Then I stubbed
out the cigarette.

"Not bad!"

No shit it wasn't bad.  We should bottle that one up and make it a
ride at Disneyland...

"I'm going to go for one more now.  But before I do that, I want you
to use your mouth to clean that vibrator off.  Completely."

-----

He was still down kneeling between my legs, looking at my pussy.  I
had the plug-in vibrator in one hand, turned off, and I'd just lit
another cigarette.

"This time, I want you to feel my orgasm.  I don't want you to try
to help me have it, I just want you to feel it with me.

"Without touching any of the rest of me, I'm going to let you put
two of your fingers inside my vagina.  You'll need to move a little
closer to me for this.  Go ahead and do that now.

"That's close enough.  Now take two of your fingers, put them in
your mouth, and then put them up inside me.  Be very, *very* gentle.
You may wet the tips on me a little to get them more slippery, but
do *not* try to play with me."

My legs were wide open.  I waited patiently, and took another drag,
as I watched and felt what he was doing.

"Now take them back out, very gently again, and put them back into
your mouth.  You may smell them first.

Wait, watch, smoke....

"Get them real wet, just like you did with my other vibrator, and
then put them back inside me.  Gently!  All the way in...  Further
in... Push!

"Okay.  Now do *not* move them at all.  Not at all. Just hold them
there, and don't look up at me.  Just keep looking at my cunt, and
feel what happens to me there.  You may rest your other hand on my
leg if you want, but don't move it around."

I switched on the vibrator, and held it up as I took another drag on
the cigarette.  Then I set the cigarette in the ashtray, and used
that hand to expose my clit.  Here goes...

-----

This one came faster.  It wasn't as strong as the first one had
been, but I could feel myself twitching against his fingers.  I
beared down on the twitches, and made sure he got a good feel.

Switch off the vibrator.  Pause.  "Okay.  Now you may take your
fingers out of me.  Be gentle.  Now lick them off, just like you did
with the other vibrator."

=====

"Tell me something.  Have you ever heard the term 'snowball', as it
applies to sex?"

He paused and thought for a second.  "Yes Ma'am.  I think so."

"Tell me what you think it means."

"It's when the woman let's the man cum in her mouth, then she puts
it in his.  Ma'am."

"That's very good.  A lot of people don't know that term.  Have you
ever done that yourself?"

"No Ma'am."

"Well, we're going to do that now.  At least we're going to try to.
Here's how this is going to work..."

He was lying spread-eagle on his back again, naked.  No ties this
time, but instructed to act exactly the same as if they were there.
No mask, and no plug.  The other difference was that I'd propped his
head up on some pillows.

I was seated on the edge of the bed next to him, still wearing the
stockings and the gloves.

"I'm going to tell you a story about something I did one time, while
I sit here and play with your cock.  It's a good story.  I think
you'll like it.  It's also pretty long.  You have my permission to
watch me and what I'm doing to you the entire time.  That's why I
propped your head up.

"Your goal is cum at exactly the moment when I get to the part where
the guy cums inside me.  Not before, not after.  Exactly then.  I'm
going to put my mouth on your cock right when I get to that part,
and you can cum in there all you want.  Fill it right up, and I'll
hold it all in.

"Now, if you can do that for me, the next thing I'm going to do is
to come up there and give you the sloppiest, nastiest kiss you've
ever had.  This time, you may stick your tongue in my mouth if you
want.  You may also swallow while we're kissing.  It will be a very
long, very wet kiss, and when it's done, your cum will all be either
in your mouth or in your tummy.  Understand?

"Yes Ma'am."

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Have you ever eaten an entire load after ejaculating it?"

"No Ma'am."

"I didn't think so.  Most guys lose their taste for cum the second
they get off.  But you'll do it for me this time, won't you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good.  I'd like that.

"The other thing is that, about half way through my story, I'm going
to stick some ice cubes up your butt.  I may rub some on your balls,
too.  Have you ever had an ice cube up inside you?"

"No Ma'am."

"You'll find it's *very* cold.  There are nerve endings up there
just like there are on the outside.  I'm not going to give you a
choice about this one, though.  I'm confident you'll be able to
handle it.  But the ice may make it tricky for you to time exactly
when you cum.  Make it either want to speed up, or slow it down.
Could go either way.  Your job is to control it the best you can,
and we'll see how you do with that.  Fair enough?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"All right.  I'm going to go get a towel to put under you, and the
ice.  You wait right there."

-----

I sat cross-legged on the bed next to him, smoking, and looking only
at his cock as I began to play with it.  He was real hard, and
starting to ooze some again.  The ice bucket was on the bed next to
me, alongside my cigarettes and an ashtray.

"Okay.  This story has to do with the first time I ever screwed the
guy who has the biggest dick I've ever seen.  And I mean, it was a
*big* one.  A real two-hander.  My fingers didn't even begin to fit
all the way around it.

"I had the hots for him from the first time I ever set eyes on him.
But he was a good friend of my ex-husband's, so I could *not* let it
show.  See, my ex was the real jealous type, and he would have
kicked the shit out of me if he ever suspected I wanted to fuck this
guy.  He probably would have killed me if he found out I started
doing it.  I think part of his problem was he wasn't much in the
dick department himself, and he knows I like big ones.  Anyway..."

-----

As I told him the story, I fondled his cock and balls, keeping my
eyes away from his while I spoke.  Sometimes I used both hands on
him. I alternated keeping the cigarette in my hand when I placed it
on him, with holding it in my mouth while I continued talking.  I
did the same when it came time to use the ice.

He damn near came when I popped the first cube in him.  I choked it
off, and slowed him down.  After that, between the two of us, we
brought him along just fine.

I got so much cum from him that I about gagged on it.  A bunch ran
down my chin.  But I held almost all of it in, and then went up and
passed it to him, just like I'd said.

That was one kiss I bet he'll remember for a LONG time!  *grin*

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DINNER


Hotel dining room, collar off.

We didn't talk about our "activities" at all during dinner.  It was
more like the sort of conversation you'd expect on a bullshit first
date or something.  Mostly we talked about him - his business, his
hobbies, that kind of thing.  He even talked some about his kids. I
kept the topic off me as much as I could.

I was quite conscious of the fact that we were still on his time, so
I played the perfect little companion, interested in whatever he had
to say, and as attentive as I could be.  That wasn't so hard - after
all, "real" conversations sometimes go like that too...  <g>

After dinner I asked him to take me into the bar so we could have an
Irish Coffee and a smoke.

Once the drinks had been served, I reached into my bag and pulled
out a cigar, which I proceeded to make a huge production out of
unwrapping and preparing.  I actually happen to like cigars, so this
was familiar turf.  My companion was grinning away during all this,
well aware that it was being done for him.

Before lighting it, I placed it in my mouth and looked over at the
bartender.  I was pretty sure cigar smoking wasn't officially
allowed in there, so I was half expecting to see him coming our way
already.  He *was* looking right at me, and he looked like he was
trying to decide what to do about it.  But he looked away when he
saw me look up at him, so I figured he decided to just be cool and
ignore it.  The place was nearly empty anyhow, so why bother, right?

I lit it myself, again making a big show of everything.

After I had the cigar going good, I took what I hoped would look
like a "thoughtful" puff on it, and leaned back and smiled at him.
Time to go for a little feedback...

"So.  How are we doin' so far?  Had any fun yet?"

"Oh yeah."  Big grin.  He clearly meant it.

"Anything you'd like to tell me about.  Likes, dislikes?  Wants?"

He got flustered again.  Seems like he has trouble expressing
himself on this stuff.  I can't recall exactly what he said, but my
main impression was that he was at least liking it in a general way.
But he was sure maddeningly elusive on the specifics.

"You know, you did real good with the clamps.  I was very
impressed."  What I really wanted to know here, was exactly where he
was with the pain play.  Did he want more, or had it put him off?

"Thank you.  I nearly bailed out on that.  I'm not sure I could ever
go through that again."

What the hell did that mean?

Rather than press him on anything, I just tried to give him room to
say whatever he wanted to say.  About anything.  We talked more, but
not much came out.  I suppose he was partly just decompressing.  On
my side, I mostly just listened and smoked my cigar.

Finally, I glanced at my watch - we still had an hour and a half
left before he had to split.  "It's early.  When we're done with our
drinks, you wanna go up and play a little more?  We've got plenty of
time."

"Sure."

I got the idea he was already getting another hard-on.  I silently
made a bet myself that he hadn't had this many erections in a row in
years.

"Could we," he hesitated, "... just have regular sex this time?
Without the collar?"

"Of course.  As a matter of fact, I'd quite like that."  Which was
true - the play stuff had been fun, but it had also been draining. A
straight fuck sounded real nice.  Especially a "pounder". <g>


========
EPILOGUE


I sat back in one of the chairs and watched him while he dressed to
go, smoking what for him would be my last cigarette of the day.  I
stayed completely naked until he left.

After the door had finally closed behind him, I took a deep breath.
It was over.  It had gone pretty good, and now it was over.

When I was sure he was gone, I went and collected all the toys that
needed washing, and got everything cleaned up.  Then I packed it all
away, including Jeannie's leathers and my fancy new underwear.

Finally, I started the bath water.  While the tub was filling, I
pulled on my sweats and went and refilled the ice bucket.  Then I
fixed myself some of the Scotch.  A big one this time - I had no
intention of going anywhere that night.

Once I'd settled into the bath with my drink and a cigarette (I'm a
habitual bath-smoker), I relaxed and thought back over the whole
thing.  It had been okay.  And it felt real good to have the extra
bucks in my duffel.

My thoughts eventually turned to Dean.

It still bugged me that he hadn't tried to hit on me.  I could tell
he liked me, so what the heck was the problem?  I could see it the
first night, when I'd gotten real loaded.  Shit, after all, I *was*
pretty gross that night!  But why not the second night?  I felt like
I'd been pretty clear that it would have been okay by me.  More than
okay....

And what the heck was there in all this for him, anyhow?  Just doing
his buddy and me both a favor?  Perhaps.

The thought crossed my mind that maybe there *was* something else
going on here.  Like maybe Dean was getting some jollies of his own
by "turning me out" like this.  Wanted to see if I'd do it.  He'd
said it wasn't his business, but he'd gone to a fair amount of
trouble to set it up.  Dean's an operator.  He's a nice guy, but he
always seems to keep himself in the deal somewhere.

I decided that if that was right - and it was starting to make some
sense - then Dean would almost certainly want to hear some of the
gory details at some point.  Maybe he'd call the guy and ask him.

But *I* was far more likely to be the one who would be willing to go
into all the little detailed stuff with him, and Deano had to know
that...

So I figured that, if there was anything to this little theory of
mine, there was a good chance I'd be hearing from him.  Probably
pretty soon.  Maybe he'd call and ask me out, and then try to get me
to tell him about it over dinner.  Something like that, anyway.

And in that case, maybe old Dean would get himself all hot &
bothered, and finally go after my pants.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that, assuming it was true. If Dean
was testing me, he could go fuck himself.  I didn't need it.

On the other hand, if he was playing some kind of complicated little
game with me...  Well, that might be more interesting.  I like
games, and I'm usually pretty good at them.  Does he know me well
enough to know that?

I pondered over all this for some time.  I was getting drowsy.  My
last thought before drifting off in the tub was that, if it did turn
out to be a game, the next move was my call.  Not Dean's.  And I'd
need to give that some more thought....


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