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Subject: STORY: ALICEHOM.TXT - Alice Goes Home
Date: Sat, 29 Mar 1997 19:02:08 GMT
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Archive: ALICE-GO.TXT
Alice Goes Home
We climbed up the steps at Jon's house, my lover and Jon still
leading me by the bright pink leash around my neck. My arms hung
at my sides, and my breasts felt almost unbearably heavy, bouncing
and swaying as I was tugged along. I don't think I felt naked
anymore. I was aware of my breasts, but the embarrassment was
gone. They led and I followed. I wasn't sure if I was grateful to
be wearing my sweatpants or not. I wasn't sure how much I wanted
to be displayed and exposed.
My extreme desire was fading, sort of like a color being washed
out of an old cotton shirt. It was still there, but not very
strong, although just looking at it could remind you of what it had
been. It was replaced by a lethargy and exhaustion. We'd only
been out for about a half hour, and hadn't done all that much
before hand. But still, I could have laid down and gone to sleep
very easily at this point, had I been given the option.
We went into Jon's living room, with soft off-white leather
furniture and warm lighting. I curled up in the corner of a big
chair, and let my lover and Jon talk softly and drink their beers.
They seemed to know how tired I was, and let me drift off into a
half sleep while acoustic delta blues played in the background. I
felt very peaceful.
I happily drowsed on, a small animal napping. It couldn't have
been very late at all when I dimly heard the phone ring in the
background. Jon spoke in a low voice, and then dialed another
number. My lover murmured into the phone, too, but I couldn't
rouse myself to pay attention. I must have slept for a bit,
because in a while, Jon came back and gently shook my shoulder and
stroked my breast. By then it seemed quite natural to me that he
should touch me that way. He didn't own me the way my lover did,
but my body existed to be touched at that point. He was free to
touch me, until my lover said no, and I acquiesced entirely. He
handed me a large mug of coffee. "Alice, you need to wake up.
Here have a little of this". I smiled up at him as he sat down on
the arm of the chair, and put his hand on my naked back.
As I drank the coffee, he started touching me again. My lover
wasn't in the room, and Jon didn't offer to tell me where he was.
Jon didn't offer to tell me much of anything, but kept stroking me
like a well loved cat. The touches were gentle and without much
pressure, but his rough fingertips provided plenty of friction in
their trail. He ran them back and forth across my nipples and my
body began to respond. I looked at him, but he stared back and I
quickly broke my gaze, and looked down. "Good Alice", he said
"Good, pliant Alice. You need to wash up a little after your
walk".
He stood up and took my hands and led me through his bedroom
into the grey and pink tiled bath. The lights were dim but warm.
It was somewhat steamy from the bath and the air seemed scented.
He reached up to my neck and unbuckled the collar and leash. "Take
off your sweats" he said, in his normal quiet tones. I hesitated
and blushed, a little. "Don't be silly", he said, "its nothing I
haven't seen, or more to the point, nothing you haven't shown me".
I slowly untied the pants and let them fall. He watched intently
as I stepped out of them, and sat down next to me on the edge of
the tub. "Turn around" I did, with my back to him, supporting
myself on the towel rack. I wondered what would happen next, but
received no clues. Silently, he ran his hands up the backs of
calves, along the backs of my thighs, and cupped my ass. The
coffee had begun to wake me up inside, and his touch was arousing
me on the outside.
He stopped touching me before I was even close to reaching any
peak. "Get into the tub" he said. I did, sitting down, carefully.
The water was soft and fizzy, it felt wonderful on my skin. He
took a thick washcloth and a bar of Dove and started washing my
back. "Lift your arms". I did, conscious of pulling my breasts up
as I did. He washed my shoulders, my armpits, and then my breasts.
"Hands down, get up on your knees". I knelt in the tub and he ran
the cloth across the backs of my thighs, and around to the insides.
He stopped, and I spread my thighs as far apart as the tub allowed.
He washed ran the cloth up between my legs, and scrubbed my ass.
With his hand cupped, he poured water down my ass crack and ran a
bar of soap along my anus. It felt wonderful, and I closed my eyes
in pleasure. He squeezed the washcloth over my ass, so the water
rinsed out the soap. He the gently rubbed the cloth over my cunt,
taking away the last external traces of dried pleasure from earlier
in the evening. He was careful not to touch me too much, not to
arouse me more than a some predetermined level.
I felt the small push of an enema nozzle at the still tender
entrance to my ass. "Relax", he said, "don't make it harder", as
he filled me with warm water. "Hold it for a moment". He turned
the shower on, and taking a handheld spray, sprayed my body with
warm water, stroking here and there as he did. "Get out, and empty
yourself". I did, and he indicated for me to get back into the
tub. He rinsed me inside and out, twice more, forcing me to hold
the water for longer than I was accustomed, but never to the point
of pain. I suspected he knew my limits, and was sure that this was
all deliberate and planned on his part. I looked at him to ask
what next. "The pain will come later, Alice", he murmured as he
rubbed some oil into my skin, careful to barely touch my cunt and
ass.
It was all quite pleasant, and I felt clean. My arousal was
still quiet, my desire there, but in control. It was no longer my
control, but Jon's and my lover's. When Jon stopped grooming me,
I reached for my sweats, but he said "no, put this on" and handed
me a one piece silk teddy, trimmed in lace. It was a dark burgundy
red and with an opening at the crotch. The top was loose and had
thin satin straps. As I stepped into the garment he said, "wait,
take out your nipple ring". I wondered about that, it was
something that he and my lover found erotic. I pulled the straps
over my shoulders, and realized that it offered no support for my
breasts, they swung free underneath.
I padded out of the bath, and he handed me a pair of high-heeled
slipon shoes in black. "Put these on, too". Finally, he handed me
a short curly blond wig. I glanced at myself in a long mirror. I
wondered about makeup, surely I needed red lipstick and some dark
eyes. Still, I thought I looked good, pivoting in the shoes. It
was a costume, not too strange, it just wasn't me. As we went
back into the bedroom I was going to ask where my lover was, but
Jon started giving me instructions. "First of all, for the rest of
the evening you are a high paid whore. Mine. I have paid for you.
You will do what I say, no questions. You need to wear this, too"
He handed me a large mask made of some soft black cloth, stiffened
to fit over my face. I understood why there was no makeup. The
front would nearly cover my entire face, leaving my mouth and chin
underneath clear. There were two eye holes, rimmed in red satin,
and two long wings, sprinkled with dark glitter, that covered my
cheeks. It fit over my head with surprisingly comfortable straps
in back. I was unrecognizable. "Say nothing to anyone who comes
in". That stopped me. Who did he have in mind? Clearly someone
who he wanted to hide me from. Ah, someone might know about the
ring. Certainly no one else of our friends had something quite so,
well so different. It made me smile to think about the uptight
little professionals.
I tottered back into the living room on the heels, confidently
hidden behind the mask and costume. "Sit down, on the floor, at my
feet, finish your coffee." Jon ordered. He then gave me a small
bowl filled with wine. He stroked my head, and then stood up. "I
forgot one thing". He went out and came back carrying the pink
leather collar. Tossing it at me he said, "put it on". I did, and
sat still. He said nothing, but drank his beer, and I sat, and
lapped at the wine. We passed ten minutes that way. I don't know
if he was nervous, he never showed that kind of outward sign. As
I waited, my confidence started to slip away. I alternated between
anxiousness and desire.
I heard a tapping at his wide glass door and started. I had
little peripheral vision, and needed to swivel around to see. My
lover came into the room with Sam, another friend of his and Jon's.
Sam was in the middle of a messy divorce and best known for dating
women 20 years younger than he was. He was a sweet guy, trying to
get laid, and not quite sure how. He was always kind to me, and
although other women thought of him as a foxhole feminist. I
thought that if he would just calm down, could probably find some
wonderful woman for the rest of his life.
"So", Sam smiled at Jon, but couldn't look directly at me, "this
is the, uh, uh, girl, uh, lady, he mentioned." When Jon didn't say
anything Sam continued struggling to find something more to say.
"She's good looking, cost a lot?" Jon shrugged. Jon did not give
things away, even to Sam. Sam felt he had to keep talking. "What
will she do?" Sam sat down on the couch, my lover in the chair I
had been in. The three men formed a semi-circle around me. Jon
shrugged again, and said "what do you want?" Sam thought, and took
Jon at face value. "Let's see her tits". Then he grinned, like a
kid in a candy shop. I looked up at Jon who nodded.
I got up on my knees, all three men were close enough to touch
me. I tried not to look at them as I let one shoulder strap fall
down so that the silky top fluttered around my breast. I plumped
up my breast and pulled my nipple towards my mouth. I could stick
my tongue out and flick it over the nipple. As I started to do so,
Sam jumped up. "Wow, oh wow", as he grabbed me and tried to suck my
nipple into his mouth. He snatched at my other tit, clearly in
breast heaven. It felt good to be grabbed, to be desired, but Jon
interrupted him. "Sam, wait, let's do this better". Sam
reluctantly disengaged, tweaked one nipple, and sat down. Jon
snapped the leash onto the collar and pulled the silk strap back up
over my shoulder. He started walking me around the room, I
followed. Despite Sam and my lover's eyes following me, this
wasn't too hard. I liked being watched.
"Do something disgusting, slut". That was from my lover. It
was the first thing he had said. I had been acutely aware of him
watching. When I stopped to think about that, it made me feel very
safe, very loved. I believed that Jon cared, too, but his tough
act was harder to penetrate. I also believed that Sam cared, but
probably cared about getting fucked, mostly. Jon walked me over
near him. He ran his hand down my back, raising goosebumps over my
entire body, and then pushed the straps down from my shoulders.
Grabbing my breasts, he pulled me upright. "Something really lewd"
he said. I wasn't about to ask what, and just waited for someone
else to supply something for me to do. Say nothing, Jon had said.
As for disgusting, I wasn't sure what would fall into those
categories. I was sure that the limits on my behavior were well
outside of Sam's.
"Hands and knees again" Sam cried. He had clearly lost his
initial discomfort. I figured that I could count on him to fill
the empty air spaces, and any other empty space that stayed still
long enough. I complied. "Make her stick her fingers in" he said.
"In what?" Jon asked. I suspected he was howling with laughter
inside. "Unsnap that thing she's wearing". Jon reached to me, and
undid the teddy, rolling it up to expose my ass and cunt. Sam was
delighted. "Turn around, oh my, oh my". I turned facing away, so
that my ass was towards all of them. Sam started running his hands
over my ass and reached to touch between my legs. "Stick a finger
in your hole, honey". I wanted this more than Sam, probably. I
put my head down on the ground, raising my ass up in the air. I
spread my legs apart so the three men could see deep into my cunt.
I licked my middle finger of my right hand and traced around the
edges of my labia, before slowly sliding it in. I hadn't needed to
lick my finger, I was sopping wet, obvious to the three of them,
too. "Whore", Jon said as he reached over and rolled me onto my
back. If he could have seen my cheeks, Sam would have had no idea
why I blushed. But it was true, I wanted to fuck all of them.
Jon's hand's felt strong on me. "Now the other one, honey", Sam
said. I opened my mouth a little, and rubbed the tip of my finger
on the end of my tongue. Then reaching around, I started touching
my anus. It was a bit sensitive after the earlier play, hell it
was stretched and sore and started all sorts of feelings running
back and forth in me. I wanted them to touch me.
"Fuck yourself" That was my lover, softly. I did. I didn't
have to act. My knees were bent, and pulled up to my chest, but my
toes pointed straight up in the air. My lover came around back of
me, and sat behind me, close, forcing me to sit up a bit. He
grabbed the inside of my thighs, near my knees, and help my legs as
far apart as they could go. His thumbs slid down the inside of my
thighs, till he was holding my cunt lips painfully wide. I leaned
back into his arms and started moaning and rocking my hips, fingers
pumping in and out. "Whore", Jon said again, to remind that he was
watching me, wide open, again. "What a show". Sam was
enthusiastic, and having this audience kept raising my excitement.
I started rubbing my clit, and getting close to coming, for what
must have been the tenth time that evening.
Sam had unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He was not
in my direct line of vision, so I couldn't see him entirely. It
looked like he was stroking himself. "Let me fuck her, oh let me
at her". "Do you have a condom?" Jon asked. "Of course, of
course!", Sam replied, shucking his pants. He put the latex on,
and came at me with one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. I
lay on my back and looked up at him as he stood over me, spreading
my legs wide while the other two watched.
"Hold your knees wide, honey". I grabbed my legs apart for him.
I thought he would just plunge into me, but he leaned over and
lapped at my clit once or twice. I moaned again. I wanted to be
fucked. I was ready, but he was large enough to hurt going in. I
must have winced because he stopped and said "oh, are you ok?". I
nearly laughed, it was so different from the treatment I received
from Jon or my lover that night. Here was this he-man, fucking
some nameless whore, and he was concerned. I kissed him on his
cheek, then and there, and grabbing his shoulders, pulled him into
me. Once in, it was marvelous. I started to move on him, but he
grunted once and flopped on me. He lay there, and then pulled out
quickly. "Oh, too fast, too good". I was left frustrated again.
I tentatively touched my clit, knowing that Sam would appreciate
the show. But, Jon, not one to lose momentum, grabbed me up and
said "suck on him" and pointed to my lover. I crawled over on
hands and knees and tried to open my lovers pants with my teeth.
I couldn't, so he helped and I slid his cock into my mouth. I
suspected that he wouldn't be able to come again, but I knew he
liked it so I went for a while. I guess he was embarrassed, too
and faked an orgasm for the benefit of Jon and Sam. I could have
laughed. All these tough tops, and they're premature or flaccid.
I smiled inside and felt a warm charity to them, and not at all
used, but still quite a bit horny.
But I was the premature one, and warm feelings were not to last.
Jon was the true cruel top of the group. He probably thought I was
enjoying myself too much, and that the others were too tired or
excited to really put me in my place. He grabbed me by the back of
the mask and pulled me around. Pushing me onto all fours on the
floor, he pulled the silky cloth down over my hips, leaving me in
the collar and shoes. He pulled a set of nipple clamps out of his
pocket and snapped them on me. They were sharper and meaner than
the ones we usually played with, and I nearly cried out for the
pain. He stood there for a few moments, and when the pain cleared
from my face, he hung little fishing weights off of each, and set
them swaying. I sucked in air, hard, but was silent. I could see
Sam behind Jon, his eyes as wide as saucers. He was clearly out of
his league.
Jon pulled his cock out and stuck it, condom covered, in my
face. "Suck" he said. I did. Oh, I did. "You want to get it wet,
very wet". He rocked his hips in and out of my mouth, pushing his
cock as deep as it would go. He pushed on me enough to keep the
weights swaying on my nipples and a slow pain burning in my
breasts. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and went behind me.
With no grace or warning, he shoved himself in my ass, hard, fast
and painful. I was wide from before, but it felt like he was
tearing me open. Naked, being fucked hard in the ass, I wanted
this.
The room was entirely silent, except for Jon's hard breathing.
He started pounding hard and held onto my shoulders. As he moved
in me, he reached one hand around to my clit and rubbed it back and
forth. The weights on my nipples were swaying back and forth, as
I felt an orgasm, like a long awaited friend, rise up from deep
inside of me and explode across my body. I jerked with spasms of
pleasure, and bit hard on my lip, drawing blood.
When the sensations seemed to finally ebb, I was ready to quit,
and must have slowed down. Jon was not. "Oh, no, little whore" he
said softly, "I'm not nearly done, bitch". He continued to ride
me, hard, squeezing my shoulders painfully. He leaned down on me,
putting his weight on my back, and reached around to the nipple
clamps. He started pulling my tits down from my body, stretching
them as far as they would go. "I want to see you cry" he said in
my ear "I want to see you hurt". He sharply bit into me, in way
that would leave a bruise on my back. A scream started somewhere
deep in my throat, but he clamped a hand over my mouth.
He stopped moving, but did not pull out. "Get that gag" he said
to my lover, his voice still soft, but filled with power. He
pulled me back, like a rider pulling on a horse's bit as he tied it
over my mouth. When it was tied on, he held me up by my breasts,
forcing me to arch my back and balance on my knees. He continued
to pinch my breasts in rhythm with his strokes, as if showing off
to Sam and my lover. In this new position, tears started spilling
out of my eyes, pouring in great cascades down my face, dripping
onto my breasts, and spotting the carpet. I don't know what Jon
had tapped into, but I couldn't stop. My lover, who had seen this
before and learned to watch, sat back, intent on the scene. He
knew where my limits were and how much I needed this. He even
understood what this meant to me. The fact that I wasn't sure at
this point wasn't relevant to me. The feelings were so strong, and
had built so high in me, that the orgasm was not enough to purge
them. I cried, silently into the gag, letting pain and pleasure
and humiliation wash over me.
Sam was not nearly so sanguine. He jumped up, and started to
protest, "Hey, Jon, that's not right". "Shut up Sam" was all Jon
would say. He bent over, forcing me back onto hands and knees. As
he thrust into me, ripping me open, he pulled back on my hair,
lifting my head up, forcing me to meet the other's eyes. I felt
that the mask hid nothing of me, I was entirely bare to the world.
Jon's endurance was amazing. He reached around to my clit, first
lightly touching, and then pinching, then digging his fingernails
into me. I crossed the line between pain and pleasure a dozen
times, losing track of the room, the people, even who it was on top
of me, using me. All I knew is that I had no choice, no will, but
was only a body to receive what this rider gave me. I took it in,
all of it, my naked body hungry and grateful.
"You slut" he whispered to me, his southern accent creeping into
the muted words. "You need the pain as much as the pleasure, and
both give you a glow, a beauty that I want. That I will have". I
heard him, but I don't know if I responded. I don't know if I
stopped crying, because the waves, oceans of feeling poured over
me, swamping me, carrying me away. It could have been a minute, or
ten, or a hundred. I knew that I must have come, because
eventually the feelings stopped. I was drained and slumped onto
the floor.
The next thing I knew Jon put me into a long coat, and he and my
lover carried me downstairs. "We've called you a cab. Go home to
my place and sleep". I nodded, I still had no voice. "Thank you,
Alice", Jon said softly, "I've never felt anything like that
before. And somehow I doubt I will again". But it was my lover
who kissed me on the forehead and said "I love you, and always
will".
Vermillion