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	About IndulgeUs2011 Update October 11,2013: Please read our whole profile, but here is the situation we are currently looking for: We would like to find someone local to the greater St. Louis area. The primary goal would be a slave or submissive for him to enjoy, with both online and real time interaction. She would join as she wishes, but only infrequently. He wants someone to control, mentally and physically. Online interaction would be via collarme, kik or email. Age, race, and physical attributes are far less important than the right connection mentally. We are both busy people so real time meetings wouldn't be as frequent as online interaction. Strongly prefer a slave or sub who is unattached to avoid complications. Exact nature of the agreement would be subject to negotiation, and we are flexible on the specifics as long as it meets His needs and she approves of the slave or sub. No jealousy issues here, and we are NOT interested in drama. Perfect for for a girl with a busy life and not as much time as she would wish for a full time relationship or even a newbie who wants to explore the vast realms of kink, BDSM, and sex. Newbies and the curious are more than welcome! _____________________ We are a professional, educated couple seeking a bisexual female for both casual one time encounters, and, if the chemistry is right, potentially an LTR. About us: he's 40, 180 pounds, straight, and dominant with a kinky streak several miles wide. She's 48, 200 pounds, very bisexual, and can be either switch or sub, just depends on the situation. We're both highly educated, and have reached the point in our lives where we can take the time to enjoy life to its fullest. We love good restaurants, good drinks, good friends, intelligent conversation, movies, bars, casinos, and many other social activities. We're both avid readers, and enjoy learning and experiencing new ideas and activities. We enjoy travelling quite a bit, and go out of town together several times a year, on trips such as cruises or to Vegas. Sexually, we enjoy an incredibly wide range of activities, and, unlike many people, when we say we're "kinky" we actually know what that means. We can go from mild to wild in activities, depending on our partner, mood, and the opportunity. In BDSM, we're more interested in playing out scenes (albeit they might be long ones!) and roleplaying, rather than focusing on the dynamics of BDSM in minutiae. A few of our sexual interests: toys, lingerie, high heels, discrete public scenes, oral, anal, bondage, sadism, masochism, candles, hot tubs, dressing sexy, teasing, seduction, and many, many other things. Our ideal partner is hard to describe. We're looking for someone with a degree of mental compatibility, as well as physical attraction. However, our experience has been that those things are far more challenging to find when three people are involved. Let's just say that we each have our likes and dislikes, mentally and physically, and you might be surprised at what we do and don't find attractive. Our partner should be old enough to at least get into an adult nightclub with us and share a drink or two, up to someone approximately our own age or maybe a little older. Truth be told, we've shared a younger woman fantasy for several years that we just haven't been able to convert into reality, so a woman 21-30 would be most welcomed. We're looking for someone adventurous, with a positive attitude and a zest for experiencing new activities, sensations, and adventures. Body type can vary, but we both enjoy large breasts. Tattoos and body art are a huge turn on for us, as well. BBW's are most welcomed to seek us out. The bottom line is, you'll never know unless you message us to find out. The worst that can happen is we politely say, "No thanks!" and we both move on. Our usual modus operandi is to email a bit between the three of us, then meet up if we're all still agreeable for a drink in a public place. After that, well, perhaps we'll book someplace more private! We cannot host, but we are more than willing to get a classy hotel room for a night or weekend, and we're open to vacationing for longer periods with the right partner. More than willing to trade full face pictures once we verify your at least not a scammer/spammer. We're very open and honest, and welcome any questions or clarifications you might seek. Hope to hear from you!

Exquisite Release Written by my wife, as part of our contract. Part real, part fantasy. _______________________________ They were an example of a failed experiment in Dom/sub kink. He wanted it, needed it. She tried to oblige, occasionally, but failed miserably. She just couldn?t let go and embrace it. Relinquishing control scared her so. Even when she played, they both knew it was nothing more than playing. But they loved each other, so it was enough. She tried to give him what he wanted, he tried to let it be enough. The trying by both of them along with their love held them together. It was hot, when she tried. Sure. It meant their sex life was far from vanilla. She always went above and beyond on his birthday, more willingly accommodated his desires. This year, the month prior, he shared with her his fantasy of orgasm-control, dominating her by having complete control over her pleasure. He was so turned on by it that in the heat of the moment, she had an idea. ?For your birthday, you can own my pleasure for a full month.? He came instantly and hard, letting her know the idea was more than appealing to him. Over the next week, he drew up a contract outlining the rules of the 30-day gift from her to him. Her agreement was given in the form of a photo where she wrote ?My pleasure belongs to you? with red lipstick across her naked breasts. They consummated the contract with one last orgasm that she requested and he gave. After this, she would no longer have the right to request them - they would only be given at his bidding. And so it began? To her, it was another fun gift, just like the sexual gifts she had given him for years. That?s how it started. Each day, he would assign her tasks, look at porn, write fantasies, flirt sexually with people online. Each day, she was assigned a task of edging with a vibrator - bringing herself to the edge of orgasm without going over. Going over was a major infraction of the contract and carried the consequence of a punishment. She hated pain and had no desire for such punishment, so she obeyed. By the end of the first week, they both began to realize that this was something beyond a fun sexy birthday gift. Although she hadn?t had an orgasm in a week, she spent most of her time in a state of sexual arousal. This pleased him greatly and at his whim, he turned her over and fucked her hard to release his own sexual tension without allowing her to do the same. He played with her as a cat might play with a mouse, teasing her. She became that helpless, existing all day every day on the edge of pleasure. She came to such desperation that she began to beg and bargain, offering to give him the types pleasures she knew he desired freely in exchange for an orgasm. But it was the control of hers that turned him on most, and so he denied her. The constant state of arousal she was in created a paradigm shift in their relationship. It was no longer a game, it was now an element of their relationship. Where in the past she would turn over at night mumbling ?too tired?? and drift off to sleep, she now slipped off her t-shirt and exposed her breasts to him, nipples erect, begging to be touched. He would touch her for hours without letting her go over, reminding her of their contract and the major punishment she would endure if she didn?t honor their agreement. She would beg him for permission to orgasm, knowing that if done with his permission, it wouldn?t be an infraction, wanting it badly, reveling in the state of sexual arousal that now seemed easy to achieve. She fantasized for him regularly, freely, her sexual inhibitions completely obliterated by her strong desire to lure him to generosity. By the end of the second week, she had completely submitted to him. While her goal was achieving her orgasm, she found that the process was delicious - the way it made her realize the exquisiteness of walking through the world feeling acutely sexual. Even her dreams while she slept became sexual. And while she was agreeably submissive to him, this constant sexuality made her feel powerful and confident. It was divine. For him, the new model allowed him to achieve intense arousal and more than that, to have access to a willing partner to express it upon whenever he wished to do so. It provided him a mechanism to assert his dominant desires with her and, furthermore, this one area of Dominance and submission opened the door wide for a more complete experience where she willingly submitted for the pleasure that he could give. As they approached the end of the contract period, culminating on his actual birthday celebration, the feeling of it all coming to an end hung in the air. Yes, of course she wanted to cum, that was a given. She?d never wanted it more, never worked so hard for it. But still, this month of exquisite sexual connection was coming to an end. He still held her off, continuing to prolong the titillation. He stretched her out naked on the bed, securing her hands over her head with rope and each ankle tied to a bed-post. He touched her with everything, with his fingers, with his tongue, with feathers, and when she begged for it, he relented and gave her the sensation of hot candle wax dripped all over her. She was so far gone her entire body was a bundle of sexual nerves. Wherever he touched her, she shuddered with pleasure. He would have blindfolded her but it wasn?t necessary - she lay completely still with her eyes closed immersed in the pleasure he gave. When he was more than ready, he mounted her enjoying her inability to interfere with him, her inability to close her legs or use her hands. He hovered above her taking her in with his eyes and experiencing the warmth of her body, tense and poised for release. He?d grown to love this, her willingness to give with the hope of getting. This last night was bittersweet for them both. As his intensity increased, he hear her whisper ?Sir?? ?Yes, Lyndi?? he said. ?Sir, I?ve enjoyed this past month so much.? ?As have I, my pet.? he said. ?Sir? I don?t want it to end.? ?Nor do I, luv.? he said. ?Sir? I know this month was meant to be your birthday gift, but I feel it was more a gift for me. It hardly seems fair that I got so much from it when it was to be your birthday present.? ?You?ve given me more than I could have asked for, my love.? he said. ?It doesn?t feel so, Sir.? she replied. She opened her eyes and looked right at him. ?I think the real gift - to us both - would be a lifetime of this, every day for as long as we live, my pleasure is yours to command.? He came hard then and as he was finishing he said ?I want you to cum, Lyndi. I want you to cum right now.? At his command, without any vibrator or other direct stimulation, she released what had built up for weeks. And it was good.

Orgasm Control Contract My birthday is coming up in a few months, and my wife and I have been talking about something a little deeper, so I wrote this this morning. I couldn't find anything on the net that was femsub specific, so I improvised. Would love to hear any advice or see if I missed anything. Obviously, I wrote this specific to her and I. But if anyone wants to use it, feel free. Just drop me a note of appreciation! __________________________ Orgasm Control Contract This is a contract outlining the agreement between Sir (hereafter referred to as "Sir") and L (hereafter referred to as "L") assigning and documenting Sir's complete control of L's orgasms and pleasure for a period of one (1) month. Duration The term of this contract is from 12:01am on May 30, 2014 until 11:59pm on Sunday, June 29, 2014, a period lasting 31 days General Terms Sir has complete and total control of L's orgasms, and any and all activities related to pleasure and stimulation used to achieve orgasm. This control extends during the entire period of the contract, 24 hours per day. L is not allowed to orgasm except as directly ordered by Sir. L must, at all times, carry a small vibrator on her person or in her purse or bag, with no exceptions. During this period, Sir has the authority to order any activity related to L's pleasure or orgasms, as outlined in Addendum A, below. L agrees that such activities might occur at any time, day or night, and will make every reasonable effort to comply with any orders given by Sir. L agrees to try and find online partners, either male or female, to flirt with during this period. A partner that she can share this experience with and be teased by would be ideal. However, such communications may in no way interfere with Sir's orders, although such a partner may be incorporated into tasks and orders. Any Orgasm achieved while interacting with another partner will merit double Major punishment automatically. L agrees to make coffee and fill Sir's coffee cup every single time when they are together for the duration of this agreement. If Sir allows L to orgasm, L agrees to beg appropriately for such pleasure. The propriety of begging is determined solely at Sir's discretion. L must make a reasonable effort to keep her pubic are shaved. Sir will inspect at least every three days. After any activity related to this contract, no matter how small, L must thank Sir appropriately. L agrees not to refuse any order during this period, nor to display a negative attitude to Sir about such requests or activities during the term of this contract. In order to enforce this contract, Sir has the right to punish L as outlined in Addendum B, below. L must willingly submit to any punishment given by Sir related to this contract. In order to ensure privacy and safety for L during this contract, certain exemptions, as listed in Addendum C, below, will be allowed. L does not have the right to refuse any request associated with her own pleasure during this period, except for exemptions listed in Addendum C, below. Lying about anything regarding this contract constitutes a Minor infraction except achieving orgasm, which is covered under the Major section below. Being "too tired" or "stressed" does not constitute grounds for refusal of Sir during the term of the contract. However, Sir will be understanding and take into account L's circumstances at all times, and may make allowances. End of Contract At the end of the term, Sir and L will make every effort to either schedule a day away or ensure uninterrupted privacy at home for the last day of the contract, June 29th and 30th, 2014. At such a time, several things will happen. First, and outstanding minor punishments will be carried out. Second, any Major punishment( s ) will be carried out. Third, any promises Sir is able to elicit through Orgasm Control during the contract will be able to be carried out, to the letter of whatever promises L made. At the completion of all three of these items, Sir will ensure that L has a mind shattering orgasm or orgasms. Addendum A Activities At any time, Sir may order L to perform specific activities to pleasure herself. Physical pleasure may be ordered using any instrument, including, but not limited to, her own hand, vibrators, dildos, or any other item Sir requests. L agrees to Edge at least one time per day. More Edging may be ordered by Sir at any time. Activities may be ordered at any time, regardless of time or place. Activities must occur in a timely fashion after ordered by Sir. Any unreasonable delay in performing an order will merit punishment. Being at work or in public specifically does not constitute a right to refuse any order given by Sir, except for exemptions listed in Addendum C. Being on a business trip does not negate or stop this agreement for any reason. L agrees that, if at all possible, to provide photographic proof of assignments. It should be texted or emailed immediately. If not emailed, a daily record of any and all photos must be emailed at the end of the day to Sir. Video conferencing may be requested by Sir at any time to watch tasks being performed by L. L agrees to keep her cell phone charged and on her body and answerable 24 hours per day, 7 days per week during the week. At the minimum, it should be in her bra and set for vibrate at all times. L agrees to acknowledge all communications from Sir during the period of this contract. Such acknowledgements must occur in a timely fashion, except as outlined in Addendum C. L is allowed one (1) opportunity to renegotiate this agreement after it is accepted. However, any changes must be agreed upon by both Sir and L and the contract must be re-accepted before any changes take place. Sir may renegotiate at any time, with the same provision that changes must be accepted by both parties before they become part of the agreement. L agrees to carefully read and negotiate this agreement prior to accepting, and to not actively exploit any loopholes she might think of during the contract term. Addendum B Punishments For this agreement, there are two classes of punishment, Minor and Major. Minor Minor punishments are for slight infractions of the terms of this contract. Failure to comply with the terms of this agreement in any way except for the sole action that results in a Major punishment. Minor punishments may include such things as additional tasks, uncomfortable small punishments, or servicing Sir's physical needs. All Minor punishments will be done on the same day of the infraction, or the day after should the infraction occur late in the evening or during a day where regular activities make carrying out activities. Major The intent of the Major punishment is to give every incentive to L to strive to follow the rules. As such, it is more harsh than is usual between Sir and L. There is a single action which will incur a Major Punishment: Orgasm without permission. Each time L reaches orgasm without the express direction and permission of Sir, Sir has the right and duty to dole out a significant, Major punishment. Lying about having achieved orgasm will result in a double punishment. Each time L chooses to lie about having achieved orgasm, the amount will double. I.e.: 1st infraction, 1 hour, 2nd, 2 hours, 3rd, 4 hours, et cetera. A Major punishment will be one (1) hour where Sir has the right to punish L according to his own desires and inclinations, past previous limits and agreements. L must accept such actions without question. Sir agrees to not permanently injure or harm L, nor to require any act which might endanger or exceed L's physical limitations, at Sir's discretion. This is cumulative. Each orgasm will result in one hour punishments. Sir agrees that a break of at least one-half hour (30 minutes) between each 1 hour punishment. In addition, L agrees to help Sir find a slave whom Sir will be allowed to own for a period of one (1) day to do with as he pleases should even a single infraction occur. There will be no limits on Sir as to what he can or cannot do with this slave, and L's participation is purely at Sir's discretion. Sir, not L, has final choice in who is chosen to be this slave. The slave must be found and the day completed by August 31st, 2014. Addendum C L's safety and privacy are of utmost importance, specifically for situations where tasks are to be performed at work or in public Being at work or in public does not constitute a reason for L to refuse an order. If the situation arises that a task cannot be performed either immediately because of circumstances, L must perfunctorily inform Sir. Should that occur, L must communicate her situation and immediately inform Sir as to when she will be able to complete the task. L MUST strive to create a situation where she is able to complete her task. For example, if she is on a call at work, putting the call on mute and performing as ordered. If she is traveling and in meetings, taking advantage of a break to perform assigned tasks, rather than Tweeting or talking or taking a smoke break is expected. Sir understands L's schedule is busy. To keep problems and conflicts to a minimum, L should inform Sir daily of her schedule as best she can. Acceptance If both parties agree, acceptance will take the following form: L will write "Sir, you own my orgasms and pleasure." on her breasts properly, visible and legible from Sir's point of view, kneel on the ground, and allow Sir to take a picture, which she will email to Him immediately. Sir will verbally accept and email L at the same time with acceptance. This will take place on Thursday, May 29th, 2014, with the contract beginning at the very start of the next day.

You arrive at the hotel and come to my room, and knock tentatively at the door. I answer, dressed in a suit with grey matching tie, handkerchief,and cuff links. "Good evening. Come in."

You enter, a bit nervously, as you know I have a surprise for you, but no other clues. "Good evening, sir."

"Into the bathroom with you. I've laid out everything you're to wear tonight. Shower and shave if you need to, and then put everything on."

"Yes, sir."

You head to the bathroom, and close the door behind you, nervously disrobing after turning on the shower. You try to avoid looking at the dress and pile of accessories on the counter too closely. Jumping in the shower, you make it as quick as possible, but then notice the razor on the shelf, and, knowing my preferences, shave everything thoroughly, double checking to make sure that no stubble or strays remain.

You get out, dry off, and examine the clothes. The dress is short, black, with lace sleeves and lace inserts on the back and chest. Revealing, but in a very sexy way. It's your size exactly, and you appreciate my thoroughness, but wonder where I got your sizes. There is a black bra and matching lace panties, but the bra is only a quarter cup, leaving the tops and nipples exposed. A bracelet and anklet lay there, matching, looking like small chains, and you realize they're actually closed by small, heart shaped locks. A set of 6inch classic high heels rests on the floor, again exactly your size, but with ankle straps that also have the matching heart shaped locks.

You apply makeup, accentuating your beautiful eyes, taking the eyeshadow out, and putting sexy eyeliner trails out from the corners, a look you know I enjoy, and then get dressed, feeling a flutter as you click the locks shut. The effect is sexy, with just a hint of slutty and dangerous. Subtle pink lipstick completes the look.

Exiting the bathroom, you see me turn and look, and the approval in my face is obvious.

"Let's go," I say.

We walk through the hotel, and you feel the eyes of every man on you, as I guide you to the car with a firm grip on your arm. I open the door for you, and guide you in, and then enter from the other side. I hand you a black piece of cloth, silken and lacy. "Blindfold yourself, carefully." You gently tie it around your eyes, careful not to smudge or smear your makeup. And then I pull out.

The ride is taken in silence, the only distraction my hand resting gently on your thigh, stroking softly. Just enough to excite you, as if the experience wasn't enough. After what seems like forever, I pull into a parking lot and stop. "Leave it on, darlin'."

I help you out of the car and gently guide you...someplace. I open the door for you, and then reach up and very carefully remove the blindfold as the door shuts behind us.

As your eyes adjust, you realize where we are, and your heart flutters again: a strip club. The place isn't quite seedy, but definitely not a high end club. The girls aren't perfect, but still beautiful. The type of place where a bit of cash can make things happen.

We walk to a few open seats, and I pull the chair out and seat you. You notice that we're without a doubt the best dressed people in the place, but, again, every male eye is on you, and most of the female ones, as well.

The girl at our stage notices us, and comes over to me, dancing provocatively, seeing my suit and smelling blood. I pull out a larger bill, and she thrusts her hips out, pulling up the string of her obscenely small panties. I trail my hand up her leg and put it under, and she releases the strap with a sharp snap, smiling. I gesture her down, "You know, baby, she likes girls, too." You blush, and the girl notices, and slides down in front of you, seductively leaning over the rail on her stomach. Without warning, she kisses you, and one hand comes up to slide up your dress and across your breasts. You close your eyes and shudder in pleasure. She continues for a bit, and I put another large bill in her g-string.

I lean into you, next to her, my hand joining hers and finding your erect nipple underneath the lace. "Do you think she's pretty?"

"Yes, sir." It comes out a bit unsteady.

"When is your set over?" I ask her.

"Two more songs."

"Up for a private couples dance?"

"Yes, sir!" Apparently, she noticed.

I chuckle. "Good."

She pulls back and goes to visit others, and you open your eyes. Everyone around the stage is staring at you. Another wave of lust crashes through you. I continue to run my hands on you, and as many people are watching us as her. On the last song, "Wicked Game", she comes back over. She sits down in front of you, her legs over the edge, takes your hand, and pulls you up on your feet. You tower over her, and slowly, wickedly, she touches you, starting at your legs. Slowly, she works the dress up, revealing the lace panties as her fingers dance over you, teasing. She continues, and you're lost in bliss, and the dres goes higher until she reveals the quarter bra, and you nipples to the bar. She licks one, then the other, and I raise my hand, standing next to you, to hold it for her.

She teases you, and then stands, and presses your bodies together. Everyone in the place is watching, and she keeps going. You open your eyes briefly at one point and feel every eye on you in the place, the stage covered in money.

At the end of the song I drop your dress, and she collects her money, tucks it away, and the comes over and takes both our hands, leading us towards the private rooms at the back.

We go inside with her, and I hand her a $100. "That's too much!" She says, surprised.

"No, it isn't."

She's momentarily taken aback, but then grins mischievously and says, "Yes, sir!

She sits you down and starts dancing. Provocatively. Sluttily. Fast. The song playing has a deep throbbing techno beat, appropriate to the mood.

The next few minutes are a blur, her hands touching, searching, squeezing. At some point she's fully nude save for her heels, and she stands you up. I take your dress off, and then remove the panties as the first song ends, and another bill appears.

Now she has access to you, all of you, and she melds the dancing and teasing, getting bolder with each passing second. I notice you getting more and more excited and wet. "No cumming. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," you stutter. The girl giggles. She takes my command as a challenge, and her hand goes between your legs, much more direct. You lift the heels up onto the edge of the chair, encouraging her. She begins to lick in time to the music, and you struggle to control yourself.

The song ends, another begins. The girl continues, and then I interrupt. I stand you up, and the girl takes your place at my gesture. You lean over, bent at the waist, and she resumes her manipulation, sucking and licking your breasts, her hand rubbing.

I go behind, drop my pants, and plunge into you, hard and fast, and fuck you furiously. As I reach the edge, I lean down to your ear, looking straight into the girls eyes, and say loudly, "Cum for me. Now!" And you crash into a wave of orgasm.

After three eighteen hour days of the conference, I was worn out. I'd been powerpointed to death at least four times too many, and rubbing shoulders with the boring conference attendees had started to rub me the wrong way. Even being in the Big Easy gets old when it's all business and little pleasure.

I headed out on Canal and walked a few hotels down, where none of the other attendees were staying, hoping for a little alone time and a quiet drink. The hotel bar was busy, but not quite crowded. Too far from Bourbon to attract much attention, and far too ritzy to bring in your average French Quarter party crowd. And they had good Scotch.

I sidled up to the bar and assumed my third favorite position: slumped over a stool. They sold overpriced cigars in the lobby, so the bar still allowed smoking. I pulled out my pack and gratefully lit one up, inhaling deeply, and then settled into my own peace for a bit of people watching.

The usual business crowd. Young salesmen in overpriced suits, grey haired business owners reminiscing about the good old days, the usual cross section of a hotel bar.

And then I saw her. Obviously a conference goer of some sort, she wore a well cut and perfectly fitting business outfit, with a highly attractive set of legs leading down to not-very-conservative black spike heels. She walked in and sat a few seats away from me, and settled in with a sigh.

Of course, that was like chumming the water. In the space of one drink and a few cigarettes for me, no fewer than five "gentlemen" hit on her. I thought about putting up some ropes to form an orderly queue, but laziness got the better of me. I watched the parade continue for a while more, until she ordered some appetizers and a drink. So I stabbed out my smoke and sauntered down.

"Need some camoflauge?" I asked.

"Huh?" She looked at me like I was nuts.

"I'm relatively safe, and I'd be glad to sit here in silence just to give the impression that you're with someone while you enjoy your meal. No pressure."

"Huh?" Again. She seemed tired and out of sorts.

"Saw the line of guys hitting on you, figured you might want a break. No biggie."

"Oh. Sure. These guys...damn, they just don't quit."

"New Orleans, darling. The fun never ends. Until you have to listen to another idiot armed with Powerpoint, that is."

She laughed, obviously relieved. "That would be nice. Thank you."

"No problem."

We sat for a while, and I smoked in silence and finished another Scotch. Horrendously overpriced, I'm sure, but worth it. If I never saw another Hurricane, I'd be happy.

"So, you in town for a conference?" she asked.

"Yep, down the street. Came in here to get away from it for a bit, before I'm forced to go back to the quarter and watch my fellow conference goers get thrown off a mechanical bull and sing shitty karaoke. Needed a break."

"I hear you. I don't think I can take much more. First time I've been here for a conference, and it's all a bit...overwhelming."

I laughed. "To say the least. Had one of my reps drag me to a half dozen antique shops yesterday, 'cuz he was about to explode."

We continued in a similar vein for a bit, and then she ate in silence. The only guy brave enough to approach her while eating backed off quickly when I glared at him. She noticed, and seemed grateful. "Thanks for that."

"Least I could do, after you allowed me to join such a beautiful young woman for pleasantries and a drink. And didn't bitch at all about my smoking."

"Can I have one?" she asked. "I quit last year, but every once in a while..."

"Have at 'em." I gestured to the pack on the bar. She picked one out, and I smoothly whipped out my zippo and lit it by rolling it up and down my pants leg with one hand, not bothering to put down my drink. Her hand cupped mine. She looked into my eyes, "Thanks."

"Welcome, darling!"

I watched her take the first drag, inhaling deeply and savoring it, a near universal gesture performed by someone who hasn't lit up in a while. "Ahhh...."

I chuckled, "As good as sex, sometimes."

She looked at me sideways, a slight smile on her mouth, "Yes."

I arched my eyebrow, but said nothing.

"You here alone?" she asked.

"Yep, just me, myself and I. And my nasty attitude problem."

"Maybe I like nasty attitudes." She said it as a matter of pure fact.

"Darlin', I'm way older than you, and I don't think you know what you're getting into."

"How bad can you be?"

I laughed, "I'm as good once as I ever was. Possibly better. But let's just say I'm set in my ways, and forceful. Besides, where would we go?"

She turned to face me, a serious look on her face, mixed with a hint of amusement and...something else. "I don't care. I don't care what you do. I've been groped and hit on non-stop for 4 days, and I just want to let go. You're the first person who's been genuinely nice to me all week."

"You don't know what you're asking, darlin'. Trust me."

"I'm willing to."

"As I said, I'm set in my ways."

"You mean dominant, don't you?"

I gave my arched eyebrow look again. "Precisely."

"Do what you want. Just help me let go."

I stopped, looking at her face intently for any sign I could read. But it gave me nothing other than what I already had. I raised my hand to the bartender, said, "Put her tab on mine," and handed him my Amex. A few moments later, I took her hand, and led her back to the lobby. Near the elevators at the back was the emergency exit. Knowing these old hotels, I guessed it was a corridor. I was right.

I pulled her after me, through two self locking doors, and we ended up in what was quite apparently a service corridor, which led to the back alley behind the hotel. I drew her to the end, and then pushed her against the wall, my hand resting firmly but gently against her throat.

"You sure?" She simply nodded, the need evident in her eyes.

I kissed her deeply and hard, my hand tightening around her throat. In her heels, she was only a few inches shorter than I. I pulled back, looking her up and down, and then my free hand went to her midriff, and I pulled her coat off first one arm, then the other. Her white blouse was tight on her body, just this side of opaque, and in the way. My hand started to unbutton it, top down. She tried to help, but I forced her hands back to her sides, one at a time, and continued, until a very sheer lace bra was revealed. I caressed her breast, my hand cupping it, squeezing just this side of rough, and then worked its way down her stomach to her back, and then I kissed her again, hungrily assaulting her tongue with my own.

After some time, I pulled my hand forward, and then hiked her skirt up, trapping it behind her on the wall. The panties matched the bra, and I grabbed her vulva, again, just this side of roughly, and squeezed.

A moan escaped her, quite involuntarily, and she opened her eyes, startled and embarrassed.

"Relax. Let go. Enjoy. NOW!"

One hand still gripping her throat, I continued to manipulate her, feeling the wetness soaking through. More moans, and even less intelligible sounds escaped her.

I grabbed the panties at the bottom seam, pinched hard between finger and thumb, and ripped them apart. Somewhere in her haze, she realized what happened, probably as the cool air of the dark corridor hit her, and moaned more loudly than before.

I continued to knead her, grab her, and stroke her, all the while holding her throat against the wall tightly, pinning her there. Until I could take no more. I spun her around, forced her legs apart and leaned her over so that her hands were on the wall, the panties hanging ripped between her legs, and, as quickly as I could open my pants, I took her, hard and in one swift move. No lubrication issues at all.

I slipped my hand over her neck, once again grabbing her throat, and then continued to plunge into her, my breath coming more and more quickly, until I came with long spasms.

I pulled back, my hand once again grabbing between her legs, and then quickly began a concentrated assault on her clitoris. Mere moments later her back arched, and I tightened my hand until she finished her orgams and her body slowed.

"Thank you, sir."

You are dressed in a pink babydoll, no panties, with black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a jeweled collar with the leash hanging off it. A blindfold removes your sense of sight, and black high heeled shoes adorn your feet, making you a bit unsteady.

I lead you to where my wife waits, into the bedroom and to the bed, where you are spreadeagled and chained to the bed posts, face up.

The assault begins, 4 hands and two mouths all over your body, teasing, touching, nipping, licking. Over and over you are brought to the edge of orgasm and then left there, not allowed to cum, as you haven't for over a week leading up to this.

Suddenly, one of her slick, lubed fingers probes your virgin rosebud, and slides in, slightly uncomfortable but barely noticed in the haze of pleasure. After an interminable time, a second one joins the first, stretching you, with slight pain that is quickly eclipsed by the pleasure being inflicted on the rest of your body. You strain against the chains, wanting, needing more.

Suddenly her fingers are removed, and something hard and cold slides into you to replace them: the metal buttplug. Again, slight discomfort as the largest part slides into you, stretching you, but then it is gone, replaced by the pleasure of the feeling of fullness and weight, and the lips, hands and fingers that still torment your restrained body.

After a while, I begin to slide it in and out, and now the sensation of stretching has become pleasurable, and I stop when I notice you edging closer to orgasm. I pull it out, and then replace with another, much larger one. Again, slight pain and discomfort as the largest part slips into your virgin ass, but then it is gone, replaced with a momentous sensation of fullness.

I slid it in and out some, stretching you more and more, but now it is pure pleasure. I stop as you move towards orgasm again.

"Beg for it!" I command.

"Please sir, make me cum! Please?"

"You know what you should be begging for. Now. Better!"

"Please, sir and ma'am. Please, fuck my virgin ass! Please, fill me up! Please! Oh god, please! I beg you. I'll do anything!"

"As you wish," I chuckle.

Your wrists and arms are released, and the leash half leads and half pulls you up on all fours. I position you over her, her face at your pussy. She begins licking and nibbling all around, but not anywhere near your clit. You start to move and grind without thought, wanting more. "Stop!" I smack your ass. You hold still, a little embarrassed by how automatic the need made you in your quest to cum.

"More!"

"Oh, please, sir. Fuck my virgin ass. Take it. I need it. I want it! Please! Now. I'll do anything at all. Just fuck my ass!"

As I smoothly insert my dick in you, she begins licking you at the same time. I begin stroking, and she keeps pace, not letting you cum, but ensuring that every stroke I make into you is accompanied by pleasure. Over and over. You start to thrust back into me and then push your soaking wet cunt into her in rhythm, wanting more, needing more.

Again, you can't tell if how long, but suddenly her tongue begins flicking faster, assaulting your clit like never before. You rocket over the edge, and the waves of orgasm, followed by the inevitable muscle spasms, trigger mine as well, deep inside your now violated and well used ass. She continues licking, not stopping at all as you nearly drown in the waves of pleasure.

"Good girl!"

Just to rant a bit, hear me out on our expectations.

Any type of friendship or relationship is tricky. What we are looking for is even more difficult, if only because it is non-traditional, and very much outside the box.

So here is what we require and/or prefer:

Open a dialogue with us. Message us if you're interested, intrigued, or just want to be friendly. A submissive or slave who won't is of little use to us. yes, you can be submissive and still signify interest. That doesn't make you less submissive. Expecting us to read your mind is probably immature and foolish, at best.

Be honest and tell us what you want/need/like. Everyone is in this lifestyle to gain something. Telling us what you want to get makes it easier for all of us to determine compatibility and move forward.

Don't assume that because he is/we are dominant, he'll just order you around from minute one. You aren't ours until we come to agreement on terms and everyone is happy with the situation and terms. Rest assured, at that point the dominance begins.

Keep in mind, developing this kind of relationship is tricky. Be understanding and mature enough to recognize that we might say something that is misinterpreted, or misunderstood, or just a poorly worded joke. Don't get upset or walk away without clarifying before you get upset or walk away.

And finally, keep in mind that we are serious when we say we are flexible with the way that this will work long term. Nothing is set in stone until we are agreed on the terms of your submission and both parties have accepted it. Until then, within certain limits, we can negotiate. Just because we have an interest that you don't enjoy does not mean that we can't figure out an alternative or negotiate a compromise.

It's only after we're all agreed that the dominance begins. ;)

As you enter the room, I look at you and command "Strip! Now!" You immediately take off all your clothes, and sink to your knees. I walk over to you, and place the pinch collar on your neck, the blunt chrome tips of the links around your neck. The disciplinary nature of the collar leaves you wet with the knowledge of your sub-human status. The collar has been modified to lock onto your neck, and I click the lock shut, trapping you for as long as I wish.

I grab the small lead on the collar, and pull you roughly to the bed, the tips digging into your neck, causing another rush of wetness and excitement, but the pain causes you to cry out, "Ouch!".

I look down at you, and you look up at me. "Slutty bitches don't have words," I say. On the edge of the bed you can see more items, but in your sunken position, you can't see what all is there. First, I take a ring gag, tightening it roughly in your mouth, holding it open and removing all ability to talk. "That should help remind you of your place," I laugh.

Next I put on the bondage gloves, the leather locking around your wrists and removing your ability to use your hands. Next, I strap a black leather belt tightly around your waist, a small chain running down a few inches from the back. The leather cuffs are locked on your ankles next, and then I put ballet boots on your feet, the 9 inch heels forcing you to point your toes and removing all hope of walking. A chain is run between the leg cuffs, and then hooked up to the belt chain, forcing you to bend your knees and removing even the option to stand or even kneel straight. I take a red butt plug with a black tail and force it into the ring of the gag, "Lick it. That's all the lube you get." You do as commanded, and then the plug is shoved without pause or hesitation up your ass. A headband with puppy ears is placed on your head, and I use a marker to draw whiskers and darken your nose, completing the look.

"Now, there's my slutty puppy!"

"Aarf!" you say, through the ring gag.

"Good girl. Roll over."

You roll over at the foot of the bed, exposing your belly and breasts to me. I scratch your belly and after a moment I hear, "Esss!", and it's obvious you are talking again. Your eyes fly open as you realize your mistake. I reach up on the bed where you can't see, and grab the electric bug zapper. Turning it on, I say "Don't move!" and begin to touch it to your belly, thighs, and tits over and over. After a few of those, I take a magazine from the end table, a large one, and roll it up, and begin smacking your stomach, breasts, face, and nose, saying "Bad girl!" over and over.

You look down submissively, trying to cower and much as possible without covering up anything or looking like you are trying to pull away, and then you whimper, long and soft, apologizing, and I stop soon after.

"Up!" I say. You roll over and get up, wagging your ass as you've been trained, the tail swishing in the air and against your ass. "Fetch!" I take a small ball and throw it across the room. We play fetch for a while, but everything takes so long because you know you can't use your hands and with the ring gag, you have to push it with your head and nose. Over and over I throw, and your knees begin to burn from the carpet. When you return the ball quickly, I rub your head and say, "Good girl!" and you push into me, wanting more.

"Is puppy thirsty?" I ask. You mewl. You notice your bowls in the corner, and I go over to the fridge, get out some cream, and pour it into one. Obediently, you go over to it and begin lapping through the ring gag as quickly as possible, knowing how long it takes with no lips and how impatient I might be. The exercise has made you sweat a bit. As you lap, I idly put a hand underneath you and play with your nipples, touching softly, then pinching hard.

"Up! Let's play a new game. Does puppy want to play a new game?"

You pull up as far as you are able to with your restraints and bark again. Once for yes.

I pick up two clover clamps from the bed. Individual clamps. From each hangs a small chain and a weight. You can tell that they will drag on the ground and pull, and you'll have to be careful not to put your knee on them and pull the clamps off.

"Now, Puppy has to fetch this," I say, holding up a rubber bone with spikes, within a limited amount of time. For every second you go over the time, we will add one punishment." Your eyes stare up at me with a mixture of pleasure and fear. You know the bone won't roll, so you'll have to push, and with the weighted clamps your nipples will be in agony as they drag on the ground.

"30 seconds. Fetch" And I throw the bone into the corner. You move as fast as you can after it, but the restraints and the weights slow you down. You get to the corner finally, and try to get the bone up and away from the wall, but it doesn't move easily. You bat at it with your gloved hand, hoping that you won't get in trouble, just enough to move it to where you can push it. "Five," you hear me say. You keep going, desperate to get it back to me, to obey. "Ten. Fifteen. Twenty." Slowly the bone moves toward me, inch by inch. You glance up to see me looking at my watch. "Thirty. Hurry up!" Finally you get it back to me, pushing it under my hand, just after I say "Forty-five!".

I look down at you and say, "In my hand, you stupid dog!" For a moment it doesn't register on you, and then it does, and you know the clock is ticking. You go down with your paws and wedge it off the ground, and then take it deeply your throat to keep it from sliding out of the forced open hole. You move your head up, and drop it in my hand, but it falls out. Again, you look up. I smack you on the nose. "In my hand!"

You do it again, and on the second try, the bone falls in your hand.

"Seventy two seconds. You must like punishment or be a very stupid puppy. I don't know which. Up on the bed, now!" I grab the collar and pull you up next to me, the tines biting into your neck. You yelp in fear, struggling to get up quickly.

Finally you are up, and I tell you "Roll over." You do so immediately, afraid to displease me further. The tines of the collar bite into your neck as you lay there, looking up at me. I grab a small leather slapper and 8 clothespins. I attach the pins to each side of your cunt lips and then tape them back, exposing your wet clit. "Forty two strokes. If you move after a stroke to get away or cover yourself or to keep me from striking, the blow won't count. Do you understand?" You arf in response. "Bark after each one to thank me."

I begin striking your cunt, your thighs, starting lightly, but with each one it gets harder and harder. Towards the end I move directly to your clit, the blows hitting your engorged button over and over. "No cumming, puppy slut!" I say, as I see you begin to react in pleasure. Finally it is over. Your cunt is red and swollen, and you're more turned on than you can remember.

I move between your legs, push them towards your head, and then pull the plug out roughly. I put my cock in your cunt to lubricate it, and then roughly plunge it into your ass, fucking you with force. You begin moaning and quickly my orgasm builds. As I cum, I take the two chains of the nipple clamps and pull them off quickly, eliciting a scream from your lips, and your body shakes in orgasm from the pain and humiliation.

The Day Arrives

It's been two months of agony for you. Specifically, 8 weeks, 6 days, and 13 hours since that last orgasm after the piercings. The agony of denial. You haven't cum since then, although the temptation has been driving you into distraction, to the point where you haven't been able to think about anything else. But you obeyed.

You wake up that morning early, the anticipation building every second as you long for release. You've taken today and tomorrow off, the long weekend ahead of you like the promised land.

You're too nervous for breakfast, and pack early. You've bought several items for them, a slutty black dress with lace, slutty leggings, stockings, a few lace bras, a pair of heels. You pack your makeup with them, and not much else. The minutes crawl by, until it is time to leave and be prepared.

You arrive at the upscale salon at 11:30, and give your name to the girl at the counter. Did she glance at you knowingly, or is it your imagination? She takes you in back shortly, and the hair stylist begins, trimming your hair and then turning it platinum. When she is done, she takes you back to another woman, a sexy Hispanic with huge breasts. You have a hard time, imagining your tongue on them, and then realize that in moments, she will see your most intimate parts, will be touching you. She starts to leave as you begin to strip, but you tell her not to bother, and soon you are naked in front of her, and imagine her eyes traveling all over you, although you are afraid to make contact with them. She gestures, and you climb up on the padded table, on all fours, imagining yourself a kitten. Wetness begins to well up between your lips. Quickly she applies the heated strips of wax, over and over, her hand brushing your swollen lips and rings, sending you into involuntary spasms. If not before, she knows now. Perhaps the touches become just a little bolder and a little more frequent.

Then the ripping, all of the hair on your mons and ass gone in a sweep of pain and, immediately following, pleasure. Then you feel her massage you with soothing oils, and once she pulls a ring, apologizing in a way that you know is only, at best, half-hearted. You turn bright red, and as you stand to dress you see her deliberately looking you up and down. "You're beautiful, darling!" she says, and then closes the door and leaves. The urge to touch yourself is nearly uncontrollable, but you haven't come so far to disobey now.

Back at the front desk, you turn to the girl there, but she quickly says, "Already paid for, including the tip." Again, you imagine her glancing knowingly at you, moving up and down your body.

And now it is nearly time. You drive out West, to Chesterfield, counting down the minutes. It's still earlier than you have been ordered to report, so you stop at a liquor store and buy an expensive bottle of Cognac for him. Far more than you have paid for anything in your life, but you know it will please him.

And then it is time. You pull into the driveway a few minutes early, glancing at your watch every few minutes, even though it lies to you each time, telling you mere seconds have passed in the real world, a world that you know, in a few minutes, you will no longer be a part.

Thirty seconds to go. You exit the car, taking your bag with you, approach the door, put the bag to the side, and then push the button, put your head down submissively, and wait. Footsteps approach, the huge door swings back, and they are standing there, looking at you approvingly. "Good job, little slave. Come inside."

The entrance hallway is gorgeous. It is, indeed, a mansion as they said it would be. You've never been in such a place as this before, and the splendor astounds you.

He notices. "You approve, then?" A half-smile upon his lips.

"Yes, sir." You put your eyes down, clasp your hands behind your back, and wait. He raises his hand, brushes it against your breast, and smiles.

She takes a picture of you as he does, the first of many.

"Good. Our car is in the garage. An outfit awaits you in the master bedroom. Put it on and then join us on the back deck, quickly."

You obey, going to the back of the house and finding the master bedroom. A huge four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room, and you can see the master bathroom off to the side through a door. You put your bag down on top of a dresser, then turn to the bed, where a white lace shift and tall, six-inch white heels, along with large, silver hoop earrings, a chain ankle bracelet held closed by a still open lock, and a chain collar, with a single loop that has large round rings at the ends to go around your neck, and a smaller chain to go inside the loops and then to lock together at the ends in a circle, with a larger heart shaped lock to hook them. You quickly put it all on, the two locks sending waves of pleasure through you, and you know that until Sunday, you are owned. You take the bottle of Cognac out of your bag, and walk slowly to the back porch.

The huge porch overlooks a huge back yard surrounded by woods,with a hot tub below the deck. You find them in the lanai, relaxing on loungers.

"We need a drink, now! And from now on, when you enter a room, you will kneel in front of us. Before you ever leave us, you will ask permission or wait to be dismissed. A beer for me and a frozen pina-colada for her. Hurry!"

You head back to the kitchen, and find that much of the groceries they purchased have been left on the table. Glancing in the huge fridge, you find they put away all the refrigerated and frozen items, while everything else was left out. You quickly sort through, find the blender, rum, and pina-colada mix, and make the drink, and grab a beer from the fridge. You notice its His favorite wheat beer, and find an orange, cut it up, and put it in the bottle. You complement the frozen drink with a slice of the pineapple you see on the counter. A quick search through the cabinets yields a tray, which you load quickly and carry back.

You enter the room, eyes down, and kneel between Them, a bit awkwardly. They take their drinks, and you wait, tray still extended.

More pictures of your kneeling form holding the tray.

He takes a drink, notices the orange, while simultaneously she sips. "A bit weak, honey," she comments to Him.

He glances at you, finds your eyes still downcast, and says, "Well, there's your first punishment. If you fail a second time, it will double. I wouldn't recommend a third failure on something." A quick check mark on a previously unnoticed pad of paper next to him seals your fate.

"Now, Slave, you need to unpack. Our car is in the garage, so take everything out. Unpack our clothes in the drawers of our room, and then unpack the equipment. Put the chains on the bed, set up the puppy cage on the right side of our room, set up the stockade in the Great Room, and get out all the toys and sort them properly in drawers in our room. Put all the groceries away in the kitchen, and then put your car in the garage." He pauses, "Dressed as you are, of course. You have a half hour, so hurry, or you will pay."

You head to do His bidding. You unpack all sorts of nefarious instruments, cuffs, locks, spreader bars, clamps, whips, toys, leashes, collars, a ton of clamps and nipple toys, whips, crops, rope, and many others. It takes you a few minutes to figure out how to set up the dog cage and the stockade, and you realize that you won't make it in time. So many toys. As an afterthought, you plug in the Eroscillator and Magic Wand and set them on the end table by the bed, and then hurry to the kitchen, quickly sorting and putting the food away. You finish two minutes late and then hurry out to the linai, kneeling as instructed in front of them.

He makes a show of looking at his watch, and then looks down at you. "Late. By three minutes. Plus the earlier infraction. I think We need to deal with this now. Disobedience won't be tolerated. Go to the kitchen, get a pair of scissors, and then go in the back yard and fetch a switch. A good one, something supple. And hurry."

You obey, a frisson of humiliation running through you. You enter the lower level, go out onto the patio that holds the hot tub, and then totter through the lush grass across the yard to an area near the fence that holds some trees and bushes. You test them, finding some sort of bush that is thick but still very whippy, cutting two long branches, and then returning, holding the branches out in front of you, looking at the ground.

"Very good. Now, take off the shift and then stand straight up over there, fingers locked behind your neck."

You obey, slowly and, hopefully, temptingly you pull the lace over you, and then close your eyes, your legs far apart while straightening and arching your back as far as you can, your breasts thrust out, your eyes closed. They rise, and come over to you. Hands move up and down your body, inspecting the rings in your nipples, pulling on them with a little force, then move down your body and doing the same to the three pierces down below. "Bend over," He says. You bend down, keeping your legs straight, grasping your ankles. Hands and eyes inspect your waxed ass and mound, touching your rings. "Now, stay there and do not move, or it will go rather badly for you."

More pictures.

The switch lands at the junction between your ass and thighs, and you jump forward a bit, nearly falling over, but manage to stay upright and not let go of your ankles. "One, thank You for punishing Your slave, Sir and Madam!"

"Very good, slave. I like the initiative."

Two and three come in quick succession, giving you only time to thank them. Hands caress the area, and you know that they took it easy on you.

"Now, did you put your car away?" You panic a bit, but stay in position. You forgot.

"No, sir. This slave begs to be corrected for her failure."

Two more simultaneous hits come from each side, you count and thank them. "May this slave go put her car away, Sir and Madam?"

"Yes, and hurry. Open the garage, then go back through the front door to your car, and then reverse it. We want you exposed to anyone who happens by."

You obey, panicking a bit, but then, as you walk outside naked, realize that the house is set back and not truly visible to the neighbors or the road. You finish your chore and return to them, once again kneeling before them.

They ignore you, chatting between them about their week, and plans for the weekend. You shift to put your hands behind your neck again, hoping to tempt them into paying attention to you. "Very good," he says, then they go back to ignoring you.

Every minute seems like an eternity, and your knees begin to ache, and slowly you drift off into fantasy about what you want done to you.

A blow lands across your breast and you startle, your hands coming from behind your neck involuntarily. "I ordered you to do something, girl!" he says.

Dismay floods your face, and you are unhappy that you displeased them. "I'm sorry, Master!" It escapes as near a sob.

"We'll address this later. Now, another round of drinks."

You rush inside, prepare the drinks, and come back out, kneeling with the tray. They approve this time, and then an ashtray is placed on the tray and they smoke as you kneel before them, talking again.

"Go get some handcuffs, slave." You return to the bedroom, and get out a pair of black handcuffs with black leather sleeve protectors on them. You return, and he moves behind you, locking the cuffs behind your back.

"Suck and lick, slave."

You move forward, then realize he is wearing jeans. You glance up at his face questioningly, but don't quite meet his eyes. "Use your teeth. And hurry. I'm horny."

It takes you a few minutes to work the button loose and zipper down, and then he obligingly lifts his hips for your to pull the jeans down his legs. You work his cock loose from his boxers, and begin sucking slowly, licking, taking your time. After a bit of this, he touches your head and you move to her. She is wearing a jean skirt, which you work up her legs as she raises them, and then you have to pull her lace underwear down with your teeth. It takes time, and he impatiently smacks your ass and tells you to hurry. You tease her, licking her lips, savoring her female taste, your tongue flicking in between to touch her clit.

You switch back and forth a few times, as they smoke and drink, relaxing, enjoying your attentions, taking pictures of your mouth on them off and on.

"Stand up, slave." You've been concentrating so hard you're not sure who said it, but you stand at attention, hands cuffed behind you. "We want you to prepare dinner. The menu and instructions are on the counter. Steak, lobster, asparagus, and baked potatoes, with garlic bread. Hurry. Be done in 1:15 minutes, as that is how long the potatoes take. Put everything, ready to serve, in the oven to keep warm and then report to the dining room at that time." He removes the cuffs and you scoot.

"Yes, sir."

You go, and cook the best meal you can. You wrap the potatoes in aluminum foil after using a fork on them, then putting butter and spices in around them. You start the grill on the deck, and put them in, then return and begin preparing everything else. When you finish, you prepare plates, put them in the spacious second oven on a warming temp, and then go to the huge dining room. He waits you, and you see ropes draped across the table and candles laying next to them. A blindfold and locking cuffs next to him.
He puts the cuffs on your hands, legs, thighs, and above your elbows, followed by the blindfold. He bends you forward, puts zip ties tightly around your breasts, and then puts you on your back in the center of the table. A chain pulls your thigh cuffs to each other, and then separate chains tightly pull them back to your elbows, bending them, and forcing your legs to stay up and bent. Ropes attach to the ankle cuffs and tie them to the sides, forcing your mound to be exposed. A candle is placed in your mouth, and then you one in your cunt, which is sealed in with wax. The familiar metal jeweled butt plug goes in your ass, and then two smaller candles are put in wax on your tits, and a wide bottom vase on your stomach.

You hear them set the table, and then they have a leisurely dinner as wax drips down on your tits, cunt, and mouth. An occasional hand will stoke you. As they finish, eating, the camera snaps again, and then you feel the candles removed from your body, and wax dripping all over you, the heat both painful and stimulating.

"Clear the table, put the leftovers in your bowl, and then join us on the deck."

You pull the blindfold off, and remove all the dishes. A piece of steak, half a baked potato, a few asparagus stalks, and half a lobster tail are left. You pile them into a rather small dog bowl on the floor you hadn't noticed before, which has "Slave" engraved in the bottom, and carry it out to the deck.

"Put it over there, and eat, girl!" He says. "Oh, wait," and he cuffs you again, then puts the bowl in a corner of the deck. "Go ahead.

You struggle to eat without hands. Even though its cold, its excellent. You make a mess, with things falling out as you chew, and you realize how much like a dog you look. More pictures snapped, including one of you with the whole piece of steak hanging from your mouth. You end up eating much of it off the deck itself, and your need to orgasm grows by the minute.

Now, what will the night bring?

Before, Part II

You aren't given long before they pull you up from the bed and take you to the shower. You are set on your knees, the water turned on, blasting you with cold and eliciting a squeal before it slowly turns warmer. Four hands bathe you, rubbing soap all over you, once again teasing your intimate parts and making you want more.

"Did you bring the outfit?" he asks? You nod, your attention now fully turned on what comes next, only the slightest fear cascading through your stomach. "Put it on, then."

You dress in the outfit they told you to buy, the 5" black heels with a silver ankle bracelet, sheer black stockings with a garter belt, a skirt that is just on the edge of being too short and slutty, where if you lift your arms or bend over, little is hidden, the lace bra, and a tight, sheer white top. They are dressed casually. You leave the room, head to the parking garage, and enter their mini-van.

He drives, she sits in middle seats with you. During the ride she touches you constantly, once again putting you in a frenzy. "No cumming!" she warns.

You drive to the Loop, and park on the west end in a lot. It's a spring weekend, and the usual variety of folks are out enjoying the weather. Your still stirred up from the touching, and the slight embarrassment of being dressed as you are just adds to the feeling. The three of you walk the few blocks to the tattoo and piercing parlor, you between them.

He approaches the counter, and he and the tattooed, heavily pierced Goth girl chat for a bit, occasionally laughing and glancing over at you. Once again the rush of embarrassment stirs you up. The Goth girl goes in the back, and a short blond girl returns with her, motions at you to follow her. All three of you go into the back, entering an area with a reclining chair. The blond girl pulls a curtain across the entrance, and says, "Go ahead, take off your clothes and sit down."

You remove your skirt, shirt, and bra, standing naked in front of them and a woman you've never seen before.

"Sure you wanna do this, honey? Most people do it in stages, ya know."

"Yes, I'm sure," you reply. You've always wanted this, the piercings, dreamed of someone pulling on them, putting a leash on one and leading you into a bedroom, of weights hanging off them. But until now you hadn't found the courage. But you want to please them so badly.

She begins the process, getting out the forceps, the sterilizing agents, cotton gauze, and at the end everything is set up, and five sterilized needles, 3 14 gauage and 2 12 gauge sit there waiting to be uncapped and used. You swallow hard and look at them, smiling at the look of approval and lust they display on their faces. You notice she has a video cam and he has an expensive SLR camera, and another wave of pleausre runs around inside you.

"Honey, I'd recommend we start with the labia, and then the breasts, and come back to the hood. That okay with you?" You look up at them, they nod, and you say, "Okay, sounds perfect."

She begins. A cold spray of fluid, the clamp on your meaty labia, then a sharp poke. You take a deep breath, but remain otherwise silent. You feel a slight tug, then she says, "Perfect. Time for the next one." You didn't even notice the camera flashes, but now you seem them both filming it.

The process repeats, not nearly as bad as you had thought it would be. And her hands touching you down there add again to the fire inside you, another long-standing fantasy of being fondled by a stranger percolating through your mind.

She moves up. "You did well on those, babe, but these do hurt more. Sure you want to continue?" You nod, tentatively at first, then more strongly.

Again, the setup, then the largest, sharpest pain you've ever ts up in your right nipple. You zone out, losing track of what occurs, and the pleasure gets ever so larger within you.

The piercer moves around you to your left side, begins again. Suddenly she speaks, "Hon, can you please stop that?" You realize your hand is between your legs, your thumb gently stroking your clitoris. It was unconscious at best. You look up at them and they're both grinning madly at you, and you flush with embarrassment and pleasure, your hand slowly returning to the arm rest. You realize they both caught it on camera, a money-shot if there ever was one.

The left breast hurts a bit more, and then she moves back between your legs. More setup, then a high-pitched, keening pain above your clitoris, and it's finished.

As you dress the girl hands you aftercare instructions and talks to you about each piercing and what to expect. You listen and nod, having read about this over and over.

"Did you bring panties, hon?" asks the piercer. The words barely penetrate the haze. You want to cum so badly right now.

"Huh?" you respond.

"Panties, you need to put on good underwear to support these. Di you bring some?" Clearly the girl is amused by your reaction, although you know she's seen worse.

"Here," the woman says, "we remembered some." You realize that they were prepared for this, waiting for this moment for the small humiliation of having the piercer realize they were taking care of you like a child. She hands you white granny panties in your size, and matching bra. You put them on, redressing as the piercer cleans up and leaves, and then go out with them.

As you walk back to their van, they praise you. "You were very brave," he begins. "They are very beautiful on you. We'll send you the pictures and video when we get home."

"Now remember," she says, "the aftercare instructions. No touching yourself sexually, and follow them to the letter. If you have any problems at all, call us and we'll get them cared for. We don't want anything to go wrong now. Three months to the big weekend, and we want them strong and healed and ready!"

You just nod. On the way back to the hotel, she pulls down her jeans and has you lick her to orgasm as he watches intermittently in the mirror. You fantasize the whole time about the upcoming weekend, and how they will use your new jewelry...

Before, Part I

You met with them a few times since, getting to be friends and for them to ensure that everyone understood the plan and implications. Such talk and meetings has only fueled your desire and your body screams with anticipation.

Tonight you take it one major step closer. You've met at the casino again, but this time they have a room. You approach the door eagerly, knocking on the door feeling a bit like Alice going down the rabbit hole. He opens it, assesses your outfit, which you chose to specifically cater to their fantasies, and gestures you in the room. She sits at the desk, dressed in a sexy gray sweater dress, her tan legs extending into black heels. He comes up behind you, touches your shoulder, and tells you to relax and take a seat. You perch on the side of the bed, leaning forward towards her.

He picks up something from the dresser, comes over to you, and you startle a bit as he ties the black silk scarf around your eyes.

"Strip," he says quietly. You stand on the heels, swaying slightly and he catches your elbow, the contact sending shivers through you. There isn't much to strip, and you hesitantly pull the dress up over your body, making a show as you do it slowly, inch by inch, trying to please. Underneath you are wearing no panties, just a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and the sheer black lace bra that barely contains the flesh underneath.

"Put your hands behind your neck and stand quietly."

You do as instructed, unable to see, your heart fluttering. A rough hand, his, brushes your side and you jump a bit. "Stay still," he orders, his hand resting on your full hip. You hear movement, and suddenly both her hands are touching you, one on your shoulder near your neck, the other stroking the area above your breast.

The touching continues, exploring, never quite touching your most sensitive areas. Hands turn you around, and you realize they are inspecting you. "Spread your legs," he commands, and you do, teetering on the heels, and a hand works its way down your ass in between your thighs and you squirm, trying to get contact on your bare skin. "Be still." You obey.

Four hands take you, and lay you back on the bed. Your arms are pulled out and your legs spread. The touching continues, now coming closer to where you desire them, but never quite going where you want them so badly.

This continues interminably, teasing your until you begin to whimper and plead with your body, small, slight movements towards a touch. "She's beautiful, breathtaking, even!" she says.

Suddenly, the hands touch you where you want them to, directly, almost roughly, touching your breasts, stroking across the folds of your mound, and you climax uncontrollably. They chuckle above you, "Enjoyed that, did you?" he asks.

As you come down, they pull away and you can hear the sound of clothing being removed. Suddenly, she is kneeling over your face, and tell you to lick and suck, while he pulls your legs up, letting her take them and pull them back towards your head, and he is in you, while his hands maul your breasts. You hadn't yet recovered from the orgasm, and the sensations put you right back there quickly as he penetrates you. Your tongue swirls around her, licking and sucking and trying your hardest to make her climax, wanting to please them both.

Finally, in a time that feels both too short and too long, they both climax together, and their bodies send you into one last spasm of pleasure, knowing that you have pleased them.

Continues next post!

Pregame
You responded to an ad on the Internet, an ad that you looked at for hours, your mind racing as you considered the possibilities, touching yourself while considering the fantasies that you've kept buried for years. Finally you responded, which sparked an email exchange, filled with flirting and ideas and the very specific desires and needs of the couple you have contacted. Tonight you will be meeting them for the first time, a public restaurant at a casino, completely safe, with plenty of people within arms reach. As you approach the restaurant, your stomach fills with butterflies and still lower you feel something else. You enter the restaurant and see the pair chatting and laughing, both of them looking much like their pictures, him handsome, her beautiful. Shyly you approach their table, a bar table near the door, and they notice you as you come near. They look you up and down, and a slow smile spreads across his face. You want them to pick you, and dressed to meet their ideals, a tight white blouse over a sheer lace bra covering your voluptuous figure, a black miniskirt with decorative tights and 5" classic high heels, higher than you are used to, adorning your feet. An silver anklet adorns your leg, and bangles chime on your wrists. A matched set of increasing larger hoops hang from your ears, and you are wearing makeup heavier than normal, just edging up to but not crossing the line of slutty. Pleasantries and small talk ensue, with him using subtle humor and sarcasm to put you at ease. You order a round of drinks and begin chatting, talking about the every day things that friends talk about, books, the weather, jobs, and plans. Slowly the talk begins to steer around to the elephant in the room, THE weekend. They candidly discuss their plans, gauging the reaction on your face as they talk. The ideas, having been said, increase your blood flow and make your body react. Suddenly, between your brain and your body, the decision has been made for you. He turns to her with a raised eyebrow and a look, and she replies, "She's perfect. Let's do this with her!" Your body releases tension you didn't know you had coiled inside you, and floods again with desire and pleasure.

We've just returned home from a social gathering, and you're a bit drunk. You wore an outfit to tease me, a black skirt, lacy black top, long silver earrings, patterned tights, and a lace bra and panty set. The heels are higher than you'd prefer, so I have to assist you up the stairs and into the bedroom of the empty house.

After I close the door, I stop you, standing behind you. I run my lips across your shoulder to your neck and up to your ear, and you close your eyes and lean into me with pleasure. I continue, and the tingling feeling rises inside you.

My hands arms encircle your body, holding you steady, and my fingers trace your body, turning you on more and more. I avoid the breasts, going up and down you, my touch light over your clothes. You moan, a soft sound involuntarily crossing your lips. My hands continue, circling your breasts, and you lean into the touch, wanting more, but you move too far, and I have to steady you lest you fall.

This continues, seemingly forever and you relax, the pleasure rising inside you.

I take the bottom of your top amd pull it up, exposing the soft skin of your upper body to my gaze, and then i push your skirt over your hips, exposing your lace finery. Then my hands take yours, and pull them behind you, trapped in my strong grasp. The other wanders back to the front, now circling your hard nipples through the bra, but not quite touching them.

I let go of your hands, and you leave them there obediently. Your eyes are closed and you feel like you night cum from just the brushes of my fingers. I tell you to stand there with your eyes closed, and move away for a moment. You hear me come back, and suddenly your wrists are trapped behind you in the cold grasp of a pair of handcuffs. You moan again, my good girl, giving up control.

My touches resume, driving you near to madness for what seems like forever. I stop, and shove you forward, roughly, and you fall on your stomach on the bed, relieved to be off the heels finally. My hands spread your legs, still touching the floor, and the one roughly grabs your cunt, my cunt, squeezing tightly, sending another wave of pleasure straight into your core. I knead it roughly, and you push into it, wanting more.

Suddenly, you feel my hands between your legs, and hear the tights rip as I shred them, not wanting them to stand in my way. You hear me remove my clothing, and squirm to get my attention back to you. My fingers push aside the lace of your thong inside the ripped tights, and then my finger finds your swollen, wet clit, and you almost orgasm. My thumb goes in your ass, two fingers in your pussy and the finger on your clit continues. The rough entry slowed your orgasm, but the gentle pressure on the clit quickly diminishes the pain into pleasure again.

Again, after what seems like both and endless and immediate time, you near orgasm. I pull everything out, and suddenly plunge my rock hard dick into your soaking cunt. I pound you, my balls slapping your clit over and over, but it's not enough to make you cum.You push back onto me as best you can, clearly demonstrating your desire and need. Coherent words are beyond you now.

I pull out before I orgasm, and a disappointed groan escapes you. I flip you over, the handcuffs uncomfortable, and then raise your legs on the edge of the bed. Again I plunge into you, slamming your thighs with raw, aching need. Suddenly a vibrator appears, and I rest int between our legs, on top of your mound. A wild cry escapes you, but the sensation isn't enough to put you over the edge.

I push your legs further back, and you know what is coming. I rest the tip of my dick on your ass, and gently begin sliding it in. You moan with pain, but suddenly the vibrator is directly on your clit, and the pain becomes pleasure once again. After a few exploratory soft strokes to stretch your tight ass out, I once again start pounding you, turning the vibrator up to high. After moments, the pleasure explodes in you, and you begin to spasm and buck while I still fuck your ass. It goes on and on, seemingly unending, until suddenly you feel me jerk, and the spamming of your ass violently draws my own orgasm out of me, milking my cum into you.

There is a certain myth of experience that irritates me. Somehow, experience takes precedence over nearly every other quality in a person, and we somehow hold it above nearly everything else.

I guess I have enough grey hair on my head to know better. Sometimes it is way more fun to create experience and to learn than to have it. Sometimes the mistakes we make in gaining experience produce serendipity, and we discover something we never considered or even dreamed about before.

And sometimes it seems that those who are experienced forget we were all new once. We figured it out, and we learned. Locking out the newbies is kinda stupid, if you put it in that perspective.

And finally, there is a simple fact that governs all relationships: any grouping of people that numbers greater than one will *ALWAYS* produce a unique dynamic. Experience doesn't necessarily play the dominant role in establishing the dynamic between two (or more!) unique individuals. And sometimes it creates a blind spot that blocks our view of the new and different.

Okay, rant mode off.

The candles flicker, providing an ever changing backdrop to the tableaux in the room. You kneel before me on the floor, naked save for the six inch heels, wrist and ankle cuffs, and the locked metal collar around your neck.

Behind you, my tablet is standing on the dresser, a video chat open and connected, but the other end dark.

I slip the blindfold over your eyes gently, tucking the hair behind your ears as I do. The darkness excites you, sending a near electric thrill to your core, and lower still.

Out of nowhere, my hand caresses your cheek and you flinch from the unexpected touch. "Do not move, my little slut," my stern voice commands,"you know what happened the last time I had to punish you!" The excitement in you flutters and grows more, but you aren't sure if it springs from the threat or the situation.

You feel me move and hear the clicking of metal upon your throat, and you know I've attached the leash to your collar. I stand up in front of you, and then move to your side. You feel the tug of the leash pulling you forward, towards the bed, and you crawl onto it, staying on all fours as you've been trained to do.

i position you on the end of the bed, spreading your legs and arms widely, exposing you, every part and piece and hole. You feel it, the total vulnerability that melts your will and makes you owned. My hands begin to run over you, exploring your curves and swells and the lines of your body. But the touches stay away from your erogenous zones, even though you try and subtly move into them.

"Stop. NOW!" You know from experience that this is your last chance, and yet you still feel the need to move. You strain to relax and enjoy the touches, which continue for some time.

"Now, explore her holes, dear!" The voice from the tablet jerks you back from the relaxation, and yet the pleasure rises higher. My wife laughs, "My, our little slut wants it, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she does. Enough that she seems to be willing to be punished for it! She's horny tonight."

"Why don't you show me?"

I reach back, one hand underneath your belly, one above, and spread your cunt lips. You sigh loudly and shiver involuntarily at the talk and touch, and we both laugh. The frisson of humiliation lights more sparks deep inside you.

I peel back your lips, exposing your clit and hole to the camera. The dripping wetness of excitement is obvious, even in the low light of the candles. I plunge two fingers from above into your cunt, and you moan again. A finger from below flicks your clit, and you spasm. "Do not cum!" I bark, "Until we give permission." You can feel the smile on my face, knowing how hard it is for you to control it.

The finger leaves your clit and moves to your nipples, while my thumb joins the two fingers in your cunt, lubricating it, and then it gently slides into your ass, as the pressure on your nipples increases to a painful pleasure. The moans get louder. You hear my wife say something, but you can't understand it.

The next thing you feel is pressure on your neck from the leash, and you defer to the tug as I move you up the bed and flip you over, then moving from limb to limb and chaining you spreadeagled to the bed. You realize through your submissive haze that when I laid you down there were pillows underneath your hips, arching your back and tightly staining your body.

And now the torment begins. A gentle touch,, followed by pain. Each time increasing. A set of nipple clamps, followed by the licking of your clit. A palms slapping your thighs, no doubt leaving a red handprint, followed by the pleasurable tug on the chain of the nipple clamps.

On and on, always pushing you closer to orgasm, but never getting you there. Always edging closer.

Until you hear the knock. I get up, leaving you exposed fully on the bed. The door opens, but there are no words exchanged. And the I slip the blindfold up, and after you eyes adjust, you see my wife, dressed in high heels and a long coat. She slowly takes it off, revealing lingerie. She looks you in the eyes.

"I just couldn't resist you, slut. You looked so delicious!"

She climbs on the bed by your head, and mounts you, lowering her cunt on your mouth. "Lick!" I command. And you do, eager to please her as you've been trained to do. You feel me at your legs, and suddenly they are free. I take them and hand them to my wife, who holds them back as I mount you. And then I slide my rock had dick into you and you scream in pleasure, the muffled sound filtering up from between my wife's legs.

She he holds your legs back far, grinding herself into you as she pulls on them, and I fuck you hard, so hard that you almost allow yourself to orgasm, pulling yourself back at the last second to save yourself the punishment.

"Now, fuck her ass," my wife says, and I pull out of your cunt and slowly slide into your ass, which my wife helpfully exposes by pulling your legs back even more. And then she tucks them under her arms, and leans forward to lick your clit And you explode, not even caring about the punishment.

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