Message-ID: <19959eli$9902160429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ns" Subject: STORY: Shoes (MFF, light bond and SM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "ns" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <000401be58fd$a90686e0$d2a822c2@profs294> STORY: Shoes (MFF, light bond and SM) Reply to: ns@cryogen.com ================================================= WARNING. This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of a legal age to view such text, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Sensitive readers or readers that have religious or moral objections to sexually explicit material are warned not to read the following text. The author will not take responsibility for any emotional, psychological, physical or other distress, damage or harm that may result from reading this text. Readers that live in countries where text of an explicit nature isforbidden, read this text at their own discretion and of their own accord. The following text and characters are fictional and in no way reflects any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely co-incidental.The author retains ownership of the following material and grants thereader the right to freely distribute and re-produce the material. WARNING. ================================================= Shoes -------- Part One. Cathy and Tom had been married for two years, living together for two more years before that and lovers in their final year at college. They were both twenty-six years old. Tom was 5’ 10”, medium build and hairy. He claimed it was some distant connection to some Greek blood - a romantic notion. It was his dark and bookish looks that had attracted Cathy. He was a trainee solicitor, she was a computer programmer. Cathy was blonde, slim, 5’ 8” and possessed a very warm and welcoming smile. When they met at University, it was lust at first sight for Tom. He was still a virgin - too nice a guy to get anywhere. He had many good female friends. All very nice, but he’d have traded friendship for a fuck. Cathy had been introduced by a friend (“oh he’s really nice, you must meet him”) and had seen beyond his nice, pleasant exterior and seen the quiet guy who was desperate for real love. They talked. He made her laugh. She flirted. He took the biggest gamble he’d ever made and, risking losing her friendship, asked her on a date. Only two weeks later they slept together. The smile has not left Tom’s face since. At first, Tom couldn’t believe his luck. He never tired during sex. Two and three times a night was not uncommon. Cathy was swept away in the emotion of it all - she knew he was smitten. She was enjoying the sex too, but thought she was missing too much sleep. After a couple of months, Tom's' initial surprise at his good fortune wore off and the quantity of sex dropped to a more reasonable level. When she quizzed him as to his sexual appetite, he put it down to the fact that he had been a late starter (“I’ve been making up for lost time”). He soon realised that if things went well, Cathy would be around for the foreseeable future and he needn’t try every position and every permutation of positions this side of Christmas. He calmed down. Things went well. Tom was attentive and caring. Cathy was loving and thoughtful. And sexy. She may have been concerned about Tom’s ‘attentions’ initially but she loved the physical contact and the sex was good. It awakened something in her. She started to dress provocatively for him. She bought a basque and stockings. She had great legs. Long and shapely. As she stood before him, hands on hips, she felt wonderful as his eyes lit up. He took in the whole vision. Breathtaking. He carried her to the bed and, unlike at the start of their relationship, kissed and caressed her for what seemed like hours. Cathy thought their relationship was wonderful. Tom wasn’t so sure. His sexual character had been formed by many hours masturbating as a boy. His older brother used to leave copies of porno mags poorly hidden - this can do wonders for a thirteen year-old boy. But when that boy becomes a man and at twenty-one is still a virgin, he tends to take solace in his fantasies. Tom went overboard on the fantasies. He bought lots of mens’ magazines. He used to buy any sort - standard girly mags but some of the more ‘specialist’ variety - big boobs, black girls, over forties, shaven girls, uniforms. You name it, Tom had fantasised about it. Cathy presented the means to an end for him. She was fantasy made flesh. Part Two. It started innocently enough. Tom fancied the idea of a little bondage (“for fun, nothing serious”) and Cathy loved him enough to play along. And that’s all it was - a bit of fun. Tom tied Cathy to their wooden frame bed using two stocking at the ankles and their dressing-gown cords at the wrists. He tickled her, she squirmed. He fingered her, she squirmed and moaned. He mounted her and fucked her with more energy than he’d used in many of their five years together. Cathy was pleased it had been good for him. His curiosity was satisfied, for now. Or so she thought. Tom had other ideas. The spark had been kindled. She was willing, definitely able. He could run a multitude of scenarios through his mind. The tying-up sessions had been fabulous, they would build from there. They were a loving couple, this was sexual fun - where’s the harm ? The vision of Cathy standing, pouting, hands-on-hips dressed in the basque and stockings was imprinted on Tom’s mind. She dressed that way a few times more - but out of duty and to appease his many requests. He knew what was missing that would make the scene perfect - she would love it ! It took a lot of courage to walk to the counter in the shop with a pair of, what can only be described, as slut shoes. Black, shiny and with a four- inch spiky heel. It was just after Christmas and the party clothes were on sale. But he felt considerable embarrassment in walking to the counter with them. The same feeling he’d had buying the many girly mags when he was fifteen, sixteen years old. Always a woman behind the counter ! He wrapped the shoe box in vivid red paper and placed it on the bed. When she came home from work she was in a good mood and almost squeaked with excitement when he told her there was a special present on the bed, for her to wear. Tom felt her excitement and he ran behind up the stairs - God, her legs were going to look good Cathy held the package, intrigued. She carefully opened the paper and she smiled when she saw that he had bought her shoes - unlike him ! He took an interest in her clothes and in fashion but he had never bought her clothing before. It had been jewellery and books for Christmas. This was so soon after ! Had she mentioned something ? Had she been disappointed at not receiving something in particular as a present ? “Look, just open it will you !” Tom was sounding anxious, but smiling. She opened the box and....and said nothing. “Well, do you like them ?” asked Tom. Cathy bit her tongue a little. He was kind and generous. He had given her a present. Why wasn’t she as pleased as him ? Because he’d bought the present for himself. Oh well. She turned towards him, and said “you randy little devil !”. She understood. Tom knew she had seen the shoes for what they were - a sex toy. She would look and feel great in them - he would be as horny as hell whenever she wore them. “Wear them tonight ?” he pleaded. She smiled her sweetest smile - “O.K. For you, my love”. That night, Cathy felt like a slut. She secretly enjoyed it - she knew Tom was desperate for her and would do anything she asked. She went to the spare bedroom and got dressed. When she came back to their bedroom, he was already naked, lying on top of the bed - with a throbbing erection. His cock was one of his best aspects. After much coaxing, Tom had got her to describe some of her fantasies (he was never shy in discussing his own !). She had asked him to trim his pubic hair - she loved the sight of his cock and she loved to lick and suck it. He had readily agreed - finally, she was using her imagination and exploring her own desires. He lay there now, slowing stroking his cock. Cathy smiled, he did look good - this was going to be fun. For his part, Tom nearly came on the spot. She looked gorgeous. The basque was always his favourite item but to look at her from head to toe in a full outfit was stupendous. Her hair was wild and shaggy, her lips full and red. The straps of her basque were black against her soft, pale skin. Her breasts looked full and round, her tummy flat. The long slow curve from her hips down to the tops of her thighs was perfection. Then, the stocking tops. Lacy, black. The straps from her basque were perfectly straight, stretching slightly as though to emphasise how tall she was (only 5’ 8”, but certainly not short !). Her long legs looked lickable in the nylon. Only ten denier and very sheer. And the shoes. Black, shiny, spiky. She was even taller, more statuesque. Imposing. It made her seem almost removed from this - as though she was better than him. To emphasise this, she stood with her hands on her hips in a ‘sassy’ pose and looked down at him stroking his cock. She was a vision borne of pure fantasy. Cathy swayed over to the bed and stood directly in front of him. His hand reached for her waist but she slapped it away. She pushed him back onto the bed raised her left leg and placed her spiky foot on the bed. “Eat me” she commanded. Tom didn’t need any more prompting. He slid down the bed and raised his torso so that his face came within inches of her skimpy black panties. With one deft hand he slid the gusset to one side and gently stroked her pussy lips. “Stop that !” she barked. “I’m in control here and you’ll do what I say !”. He looked up and saw her face, hard and fixed. Was this part of the game ? He hoped so because one of main fantasies was to be dominated by a strict mistress. Cathy paused for a second. What to do now ? She felt like letting him know that she knew what was expected of her, but....but her heart wasn’t in it. This was his fantasy, not hers. She looked down at the man below her, the man she loved more than anything in the world and saw the pleading in his face. Oh well, there’d always be another time for her, for her desires. For now, there was a role to play. “Wait here, worm !” she commanded. Tom fell back onto the bed like a little boy caught peeking through the bathroom door. She strode slowly out and into the small bedroom. She took a deliberately long time to find her old stockings (she wasn’t about to ruin her good ones !) and returned to the bedroom door. When she entered she looked directly at Tom and said “Take these, tie them to the bedposts and then lie down, face-up, spread-eagled on the bed”. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Bondage ! Cathy ! All his birthdays had come at once. He grabbed the stockings from her outstretched hand and quickly tied one to each of the four bedposts. “It must have been the shoes, she must have realised what I wanted and how sexy they made her feel” he rationalised. Whatever, this was exactly what he wanted and she seemed to be enjoying it too. He lay down and pointed a limb at each of the four corners posts. As for his cock ? So hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. Cathy walked slowly around the bed checking each knot carefully. Once done, she stood at the bottom of the bed and Tom had to lift his head to see her. His cock was bobbing as the veins throbbed. His mind was full with notions of what could be next. Stern talk maybe, some gentle slapping perhaps. Every scene from every bondage film he’d seen was now replaying in his mind. Golden showers ? No, he could live without that ! For her part, Cathy was quickly deciding on how best to end all of this. She looked at him with a feeling of pity. Why was he not happy with their normal sex life ? Was she not exciting enough ? No, she knew that he had got a very fertile imagination and was always wanting to try new things. New ? He’d been trying to persuade to do something like this for years ! She walked to the side of the bed and lift a stocking-clad leg and placed her foot on the bed, by his waist. She did not speak. She slowly caressed her leg with her soft hands. Starting at the top of her thigh her fingertips pushed the top of the stocking until they slid under. She moved them under her thigh and back, then withdrew her hand. With both hands now, she smoothed her stocking from the top of her thigh, around her curved knee and down her calf to the top of her shoe. Tom let out an involuntary breath. Cathy smiled - the first time for the last few minutes. She bent her raised leg and lifted her other and kneeled on the bed alongside his chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and lightly pinched his nipples. He didn’t make a sound. he was transfixed. She was in control...and he was loving it. His cock twitched her hand first brushed against it. She gripped it fully with her left hand and slowly started to stroke it. He moved and moaned. “Quiet !” she barked. “One more sound and I’ll stop and leave you to squirm alone !”. He bit his lip. Slowly again, she started to stroke his cock. A drip of pre-come oozed from the eye. With the index finger of her right hand she scooped this up and lifted it to her face to inspect it. She looked at him and the look of awe on his face almost made her laugh. Her tongue snaked out and flicked the come up and onto her top lip. She rubbed them together as though swallowing cream. She returned to her rubbing which stayed constant as she thought of her next move. Abruptly, she dropped his cock as though it were dirty and straightened herself into a full kneeling position. She stepped off the bed and quickly stripped off her panties. She kneeled back on the bed again and threw her left leg over him so that she was straddling his waist. His cock nudged against her bum cheeks (that was another fantasy of Tom’s - but he had yet to share it with her). She placed her right hand on the top of her pelvic bone and started to rub the heel of her hand over it - always a sensitive spot. He watched and licked his lips. Tom thought she was going to bring her pussy up to his face so he could eat her. But instead she placed her hands either side of his chest and pushed herself back so that his cock was nudging against her lips. After a few pushes, Cathy moved a hand between her thighs and guided his cock into her. Tom gasped and the feeling of relief swept over him. He pushed up with his thighs almost causing her to fall off. “STOP!” she shouted. He subsided and just delighted in the delicious feeling of having that lovely pussy wrapped around his cock. Cathy adjusted her balance slightly and slowly started to rock backwards and forwards. This was one of her favourite positions. She liked the feeling of control it gave her - even when she wasn’t playing the role of a dominatrix. She could control the length of the stroke, the depth and the speed. Tom didn’t care - he was just concentrating on not coming too soon. Normally, this was not a problem but at the moment he felt like he could explode at any time. She increased her tempo a little and started to push back harder forcing his cock deeper into her. He was going to come, he knew it. “Please, slow down - I don’t want to come yet”. She stopped moving and looked in his eyes. Slowly, a sly, cruel smile formed on her lips. She softly said, “That’s too bad. You’re here for MY pleasure, not you’re own. I want it my way. O.K. ?” . Before he could nod or reply, she pushed back hard on his cock. And again, and again, pushing him into her like a piston. That did it. “Oh NO..OH NOOOO” was as far as Tom got as his hips bucked off the bed and his cock swelled that final amount. Cathy felt gush after gush of his come spurt into her. He seemed to be coming for ever ! This was certainly the most intense ejaculation Tom had ever experienced. He stiffened his body and let it fall onto the bed. His eyes closed. Good job, he couldn’t see the look in her eyes. Cathy lifted herself off and a stream of come started to run down her thigh. He opened his eyes and saw this - feeling almost proud of himself. She saw him looking and had her final ‘slut’ thought. She placed three fingers under the stream of come and ran them back to her pussy scooping a small handful of the creamy liquid. She looked at her fingers briefly and leaned forward. “Open wide!”. Tom didn’t move. “OPEN WIDE, YOU SCUM !!” her words almost spat themselves out. Tom spoke “But we’re done now, the games’ over”. He started to move his arms and stretched the stockings that were tying them. he wasn’t about to swallow his own come! Not THAT much anyway. He licked her fingers after she’d wanked him before, but this was different. The hypocrisy struck him immediately, he loved her to swallow. As though reading his thoughts, Cathy relented and moved her hand over her breasts. With her free hand she pulled down the front of her basque and exposed her lovely firm tits. Cathy smothered his come over her breasts, and around the nipples. They glistened in the bedroom light. Nothing more was said for a couple of minutes as they both sat, motionless on the bed. Cathy climbed off the bed and untied his left wrist. She then left for the bathroom. By the time he was free, the come has been wiped off with a flannel and the basque and stockings removed. They went back to bed and he cuddled her and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, my love. You do make these things special” Tom softly spoke. Cathy just murmured and rolled over to turn off the light. She was hurt, he obviously wanted more than her - more than what she could offer. Part Three. The next day, Tom’s mind was a whirl. He never realised she could be like this. Sexy certainly, but to play the role of a dominatrix so well ! This was the beginning of a new period for them. He got home from work before her and dashed to the spare room and in the bottom draw of his desk found the copy of ‘S & M Monthly’ he’d had for three years. A business trip to Amsterdam had given him the chance to find a few more ‘enlightened’ magazines. The others he still had were a copy of ‘Switch’ (spanking and punishment) and a copy of ‘Group Sex Quarterly' (usually two guys, one girl or two guys, four girls). He flicked to the back and found what he wanted, pages listing S&M equipment and stockists with numbers and addresses. He scribbled a few names and returned the magazines to their careful hiding places. The next day he typed three letters requesting catalogues - to be sent in plain wrappers. The first arrived in two days and the rest by the end of the week. He’d been careful to make sure he got to the letterbox first in the mornings lately. They’d talked about ‘that’ night a few times. Cathy wouldn’t be drawn too much. Tom asked her to explain how she had felt, why she did this or had she though of doing that. She answered without trying to sound eager. For the next couple of weeks things were fine. Tom was showing more eagerness than usual for sex and Cathy didn’t mind. He did like ‘talking out’ his fantasies while they made love, and some were quite arousing (he was a good storyteller and angled the subject matter to her tastes) but things were fine and Cathy hoped that he had got some things out of his system. But she was wrong. The next Friday she arrived home and was surprised to fin the house lit by candlelight. Tom had done this before but for her birthday or a very special occasion (like the night he proposed). She had a tingly feeling of anticipation as to what was to come. And then Tom appeared. He walked from the lounge into the hall proudly displaying his purchases. He was ‘dressed’ in a leather pouch - tightly cupping his swelling cock, with a strap around the waist and one under his scrotum and up the crack of his arse. Two leather wrist strips with metal ‘D’ rings attached and a leather collar also with ‘D’ rings on two sides. She giggled slightly then saw the hurt on his face. She softened and realised he did look sexy - she asked him to turn around and she saw the thin cord between his ass cheeks. “All this for me !” she exclaimed. Little did she know. “Yours is on the bed”, he replied. She suspected as much but she hadn’t worn the basque and those shoes in a while so she didn’t mind. She scampered upstairs but stopped in the bedroom doorway. She surveyed the scene in front of her. Tom had pored over the catalogues when they arrived. What Cathy was now seeing was actually only a fraction of what he had bought. The leather cuffs and collar for him had been matched by a set for her. Handcuffs, straps, a ball-gag and leg-spreader had all been purchased from the same S&M catalogue. Another catalogue had provided the articles now lying on the bed in front of Cathy - leather corset, thigh boots with five-inch heels, leather whip and leather gloves. Another catalogue had supplied a multitude of items (Tom had qualified for the order discount having spent over the required amount !) - amongst them a ten- inch dildo, a vibrator, an anus plug and Thai love beads plus many others. Cathy took a long low breath. She picked up the whip first. “Oh, how could he!”. She was angry. She didn’t want this. She thought his lust had been satisfied on ‘that’ night. She could cope with repeating it, but not with all this ! This was perverse ! She heard him climbing the stairs, quickly she called “Go back down, I’m changing - I’ll call for you when I’m ready”. This was what he wanted to hear. Cathy had other ideas. She had thought a lot about ‘that’ night - even confiding in a close friend. Paula (her friend) hadn’t been as shocked as Cathy thought she would be (“it’s always the quiet ones” Paula reasoned). They talked for a long time, drank wine, laughed about the old days - but made a pact that Cathy was about to call upon. She undressed quickly, laid out her dressing-gown in the spare room and returned to the main bedroom. She picked up the corset and liked its’ feel. It fit perfectly and made her feel quite aroused. She sat on the bed to pull on the long boots and wobbled slightly when she stood. Those shoes had actually been useful, she was now used to tottering around on high heels. She put on the collar and gloves and thought it slightly suspicious that no panties had been laid out for her. It was then that she noticed the straps around the bedposts - strong, leather straps with ‘D’ rings attached. On a hunch, she opened the top drawer of Toms’ night-stand and was not surprised to see some metal chains (adjustable) with clips at the end. She was surprised to see the ball-gag. She called him upstairs and skipped into the spare room. He climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. She call out “Lie down - face-down !” Tom shook with anticipation and complied. He was pleased to see that all of the items he had laid out were gone. “Close you eyes and keep them tightly shut” she called “..if you know what’s good for you” she added. Cathy entered the room and looked at her husband. She genuinely smiled this time. He didn’t know what was coming. Part Four. Paula was surprised to get Cathy’s call. She could tell her friend was excited and when she mentioned that the call was “in relation to that item we discussed the other week” - Paula got the drift. Cathy asked her to come over straight away and to bring some ‘slut’ clothes with her. This was not a problem for Paula. She was twenty-three years old, unmarried but with a string of guys all dying to get inside her panties. She was also tall (5’ 9”) and possessed a wide range of sexy lingerie. When she and Cathy had talked, Paula’s eyes widened as Cathy described what she had been wearing (basque, stockings four-inch heels). This was common attire for Paula as she loved to be in control in the bedroom and most men tended to go weak at the knees when confronted by a woman dressed that way. Paula had fabulous breasts - forty-inches with a D cup. Cathy admired them (particularly the effect they had on the men at the beach that summer). They had gone as a foursome with Tom and Paula’s then boyfriend, Alan. Tom had mentioned Paula when he and Cathy made love - he slavered over her breasts. He coyly enquired as to whether Cathy had ever had ‘thoughts’ about Paula. Cathy was shocked, but she understood. Paula was very attractive. Long, dark hair and a lovely body. The surprise for Cathy came when she and Paula talked and (after a few wines) Paula told her about her ‘dominant’ tendencies. “You should get together with Tom !” joked Cathy but Paula took the remark at face value. They talked some more and Paula agreed to help Cathy out if ever the situation got to be too much. She even agreed to help out in person if required. Paula arrived dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and was greeted by Paula dressed in her gown. Loud music was playing upstairs. As they walked into the lounge, Cathy took the plunge and dropped her gown. Paula wolf- whistled and the sight in front of her. Cathy did look good enough to eat. Paula looked at her friend in a new light. Cathy explained the situation and finished by saying that at the moment, Tom was tied down to the bed upstairs, with the radio turned up loud so that he couldn’t hear what was going on downstairs. Cathy had panicked a little when confronted with the situation and decided to call her knowing friend. Paula smiled and asked what she had got in mind. “To punish the bastard - to get it out of his system ! To go back to normal sex” Cathy answered, almost desperately. Poor Cathy, thought Paula. She doesn’t know what she’s missing - but everyone to their own tastes and Tom really should have more respect for her feelings. Paula sat and thought for a few minutes. “Do you really want it to end here ?” asked Paula. Her friend nodded. “Are you prepared for Tom to be hurt, physically ?” she pressed. “Oh, nothing permanent but I don’t mind shocking him out of the state he’s in now” she replied. “O.K.”, returned Paula. They climbed the stairs together and stood either side of the bedroom doorway. Paula had explained the plan to Cathy who was a little unsure at first but realised that all three of them were going to have some fun but that Tom would be left in no doubt that this sort of thing wasn’t going to happen again. Cathy looked at Paula - her breasts really were something special as they almost spilled out over the corset. She and Cathy had swapped attire - Paula loved long boots and the thoughts of wielding a whip had really excited her. They had both exchanged glances as they dressed and Cathy could understand Tom’s fascination with her friend. For her part, Paula was pleased she had brought her double-headed dildo - she hoped to put it into use on Cathy. They were friends, sure, but there was a lot to Paula that Cathy couldn’t even imagine. Part Five. A jealous rage on Paula’s part has started her interest in the kinkier side of sex. She arrived at her boyfriend’s house to find another car in the drive. She let herself in with key kept under the flowerpot and stopped immediately when she heard the sounds coming from upstairs. Her blood boiled - she stormed upstairs and stood in the doorway watching Phil fuck some tramp from behind. She hadn’t been seen. She tiptoed back downstairs and out to her car where she kept a gun and pair of handcuffs in the glove-box (a present from another boyfriend - but that’s a long story). She let herself back in as the sounds were coming to their crescendo. She quickly got back upstairs and as Phil fell forwards over the blond slut, his load spent, was more than a little surprised to have a handcuff slapped on his wrist and his arm wrenched behind his back and his wrists cuffed together. Fearing that the girl beneath him (Holly) had a jealous husband he immediately started to make excuses but stooped dead when he saw that it was Paula. She was standing alongside the bed, calm and cool. Holly looked up and saw Paula carrying the gun. She started to scream but a quick slap from Paula soon put a stop to that. She pushed Phil backwards and grabbed Holly by the wrists. She pushed her into a chair and shouted at her that if she moved, she would be shot. Holly was petrified and stayed perfectly still. Paula went to Phil’s top drawer and removed three belts. With two, she securely bound Holly’s legs to the chair and with the third tied her hands around the back. Paula quickly found Holly’s own panties and shoved them in her mouth. She caught her breath a little when she first noticed that Holly was clean shaven around her pussy and was very good-looking. She spun around to see Phil climbing off the bed. “Where the FUCK do you think you’re going !”. Phil froze. Some more belts were used and Phil found himself standing upright, arms extended above his head with his wrists cuffed together over the door-jamb. Paula sat on the bed. She took a second and surveyed the scene. Her bastard over a boyfriend bound at wrists and ankles (with a a belt around his thighs for good measure), naked with his cock hanging limply in front of his legs. His slut of a lover strapped to a chair. Her full breasts forced forwards as her arms were pulled back. Shit, she was attractive. A beautiful face and tits to die for - and that was a real compliment coming from Paula. What to do ? He needs to suffer - a lot. She needs to suffer - a little. What to do ? The sly smile that crept over Paula’s lips made Phil freeze. He’d seen that look before when they’d had arguments and Paula had reasoned the outcome. Sure enough, Paula stood and pushed past him in the doorway and headed downstairs. There was noise from the kitchen and the cupboard under the stairs and Paula returned and placed her booty on the dresser, covering it with a shirt. She quickly cut a long strip of duct tape and approached Phil, calmly took his limp cock in her hand and wound the tape tightly around it. Phil didn’t speak - he could still see the gun on the night-stand. Paula stepped back and admired her handiwork. She had bent his cock in two and bound it tightly. This was not particularly uncomfortable at the moment, but in a short while.... “So, you like to play around a little, eh ?” - Paula’s question needed no answer. She walked up to Phil and stood almost nose to nose with him. She turned her head and whispered very softly in his ear “Philly boy, don't get too excited now, or your poor little weenie is going to feel a little sore..” she let her words trail off. He started to protest but Paula had anticipated this and took from the dresser two squash balls she had found and moved towards him. She grabbed his scrotum tightly and pushed her nails into his soft flesh - “Open wide !”. He complied and she pushed one and then the other ball into his mouth and took another strip of duct tape and covered his mouth. She stood for a second to check that he could breathe alright and his nose was clear. She turned to Holly, sweet Holly. “Well, my pretty one” she began, “like it from behind, do you ?”. Paula’s words were soft, almost loving. Paula untied Holly’s ankles and helped her stand. It didn’t go unnoticed by Phil that her hand stayed a little too long on Holly’s round arse. She released her left wrist from the belt and brought her arms around to the front and retied them. Holly was grateful, her elbows were red from the strain of being pulled back. Paula moved her to the bed and told her to climb on and kneel on all-fours. When this was done, Paula moved to her side and pulled the belt tied around her wrists to the top bedframe and using the spare belt tied this to the frame. Holly was now kneeling with her arms straight out in front of her, suspended from the bed frame. Paula turned to face Phil. “Now remember what I said” she sweetly reminded, “don’t get too excited !” - her voice rose at the end betraying her own obvious excitement. And she was excited. Paula loved this - the control, the bodies that were there for her pleasure, for her to control, for her to provide pain or pleasure. She drank in the moment and then turned to Holly. She stopped for a second as she noticed a slight trickle of cum around Holly’s pussy lips. That reminded Paula of what she had to do. She took the shirt from off the top of the dresser so that both Phil and Holly could see what had been brought upstairs. A hairbrush, a banana, a very large cucumber and (most deliciously for Paula) a garden cane that she had found under the stairs - normally used for tying to large plants. This was three-feet long and quite thin - very whippy. Paula took the banana and stood by the side of Holly. She looked in the blond girl’s eyes and saw a look of trepidation. “Don’t worry”, she said softly, “It’s not going to hurt”. Holly didn’t feel very reassured. Paula peeled the banana completely and stool holding the fruit inches from her mouth. The creamy coloured flesh of the banana was firm, slightly curved and eight inches long. Paula smiled again - did either of the others know this was her favourite way to wank herself ? Sex and food and the same time, what could be better ? She climbed on the bed behind Holly and positioned herself to the side so that Phil had a clear view of Holly’s pussy. Paula pushed the banana against the girls’ lips and there was a slight squelch as a little of more of Phil’s spunk escaped. Paula pushed and the banana entered Holly’s pussy causing her to gasp a little - but it wasn’t Holly’s reaction Paula was interested in. She looked at Phil who’s eyes were the size of saucers. His cock was twitching and he was starting to squirm. She pushed the banana again and it slid in all the way until only an inch was showing. Holly groaned, with pleasure. Phil groaned also but only because his cock was now experiencing serious discomfort. Paula leant forwards and nibbled the free end of the banana. It tasted slightly sour as it was still unripe but as she tugged a little more out of Holly’s pussy, the taste became sweeter. She flicked her tongue over Holly’s lips and was surprised at how smooth they felt - she must shave regularly to keep it that way. She licked again and was quite enjoying this new sensation when she became aware of how much Holly was squirming. Paula felt quite pleased - the nearest she’d come previously to making another girl orgasm was when she was fourteen and in the showers after school tennis practice one day (but that’s another story). Her lesbian tendencies had never been explored fully - she loved the feel of a big, stiff cock inside of her too much. But she was enjoying this now. She stopped licking and looked up towards Holly’s face and became entranced once more with the size and shape of the blond girl’s breasts. She pulled out the remains of the banana (about half) and moved up the bed. “Try it, it’s so sweet” she said softly to Holly and offered the girl the banana to eat. Still unsure of the possible reactions if she didn’t comply, Holly opened her mouth wide and took the banana in one bite. She chewed a few times and swallowed. At this, Paula looked at Phil who’s body was now contorting as the pain spread from his aching cock. It suddenly occurred to Paula that there was all this sex on display and she was still fully clothed. As she watched Holly eat the banana her gaze fell upon the cucumber on the dresser and an idea crossed her mind. Paula rose and stood in front of Phil and slowly peeled off her T-shirt and slid her jeans over her hips. Her breasts were full and her nipples felt like bullets. She walked over to the dresser and picked up the cane. She swished it through the air, delighting in the sound it made. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy Philly” was all she said as moved past him and onto the landing. She looked at his muscular back and ass and thought of the good times they’d had together - but not for long. She raised the cane and made perfect contact with Phil’s cheeks. He roared in pain, but the sound was muffled. he lifted onto his toes and arched his body forwards. Again and again Paula whipped her ex-lover’s arse. After seven of eight very strong lashes she stopped and surveyed her work. Small welts were appearing. She moved close to his ear. “That’s for when you lifted my skirt in that bar that time, you bastard !” she spat. His eyes were watering as she pushed past him back into the bedroom. She took the cucumber from the dresser and held it in both hands - it was deep green in colour, a real monster. Fifteen inches in length and she could barely close her hand around it. It reminded her of Antonio whom she met in on holiday in Rome - shit, but he was hung like a horse. She peeled the cellophane from the cucumber and felt it’s cool smooth skin. A glance at Holly made her stop. Holly’s eyes were wide with fear and she spoke for the first time - “Please, I won’t be able to take all of that !”. Paula smiled and walked over to the bed and sat at the head, next to the girl’s shoulder. “It’s o.k.” Paula replied as she stroked hair away from this sweet girl’s face, “It’s not all for you”. With that, she moved onto the end of the bed and shuffled backwards until her bum cheeks pressed against Holly’s. She looked up at Phil - “You always said you’d love to see me screw another girl..” she let her word trail off as she bent her head to look through her own legs and guided the tip of the cucumber into Holly’s pussy. She stroked it in and out a few times until five-six inches has disappeared. She held it with one hand and moved her other to her own pussy lips. They were soaking now. She pushed the other end of the cucumber into her own pussy and moved backwards. Holly moaned deeply as the vegetable pushed further into her and Paula gasped as she felt the cool bulk urge deeper into herself. She slowly rotated her hips a little and pushed backwards again. Her bum touched Holly’s and she looked down to see that only a few inches of the cucumber were visible between herself and Holly. The high-pitched scream from Phil woke her from her reverie and she looked up quickly to see his eyes tightly shut and his face contorted in pain. She looked at his cock which was now a round shape as though she’d taped a tennis ball down there. Paula was surprised when she felt Holly pushing backwards towards her as the blond girl squirmed as the cucumber invaded her own pussy. Paula rocked back as Holly rocked forwards, and then reverse. Paula was loving this - her only regret while she was fucking this gorgeous blond was that she couldn’t kiss her mouth or stroke her lovely tits. Holly stiffened and groaned - “I’m...comeinnnnngggggg” was all she could manage. Paula stayed motionless as the other girl twisted and bent her body in the throes of orgasm. When the movement subsided, Paula moved forwards and the cucumber slipped out of both of their pussies almost simultaneously. She turned to look at the vegetable - it was shiny with a mixture of both of their juices, but still fully in tact. Even though she had not yet come herself, Paula realised it might be time to go. Phil’s friend Terry would be home soon. He was an air steward and so wasn’t around that often but he was liable to arrive home at unexpected times. Paula looked at the clock and saw the time - midnight. Shit, she’d been there over two hours ! Where had the time gone ? Then a slightly sick thought crossed her mind. She had only spoken to Terry on a couple of occasions but he seemed like a nice guy and when he hadn’t tried to hit on her, a few more questions from Paula told her what she suspected - Terry was gay. He asked her not to tell Phil who wasn’t particularly easy going about such things and who certainly didn’t know. Terry was tall, good-looking and muscular. Not a typical gay. Paula looked at the cucumber and had one final thought of revenge. She stood and got dressed. She untied Holly from the bedstead and let her sit. She sat next to the blond girl and kissed her full on the lips. A long slow kiss, where Paula’s tongue lightly caressed Holly’s lips. When they parted Paula said “Thank you. You were sweet. Now get dressed, I’ll drop you home. You’re part in this is done”. Holly needed no more coaxing and quickly found her clothes. Paula waited until the girl pushed past Phil and headed downstairs. Phil’s body was back to a more normal shape now. But Paula had one final act. She untied the belt from over the doorjamb and let Phil’s arms fall. He stood downcast for a full minute as the blood found it’s way back around his body. She grabbed the gun and pressed it into his back. She untied the belts around his ankles and thighs. The welts on his arse were now red and raised. She told him to move to the bed and lie face down. She pulled his left leg to the bedpost and tied it with a belt and repeated this for the right. She took the last belt and secured his hands to the top of the bed as with Holly. She bent down to his ear and whispered “Sorry about this lover, but you don't fuck around with me, o.k. ?”. Phil just widened his eyes. He suspected that his ordeal was nearly at end. Nearly. Paula moved to the base of the bed and took the cucumber, still glistening and moved around to the side of the bed. She knelt alongside Phil and pushed the tip of the cucumber against Phil’s anus. He clenched. She pushed some more, he clenched again. She grabbed the cane from the floor and barked “Open you ass, you bastard” and swept the cane down over his cheeks. His body stiffened and quickly she pushed the cucumber again and tip slid into his anus. She pushed, “Damn it, it’s tight down there” and pushed again. Only three inches had disappeared. She turned to the nightstand and saw Phil’s tube of hair gel. She grabbed it and squeezed half of the tube around Phil’s stretching hole. She pushed the cucumber again - that was better ! It moved a whole two inches - and again and again. His body was now as stiff as a board and she stepped off the bed. Eight or nine inches of the cucumber had disappeared and the really wide part was now widening his hole. She smiled and thought of Terry. “Bye, big boy” were her last words. She walked slowly downstairs and found Holly sitting on the sofa, huddled and looking lost. Paula sat next to her and held Hollys’ chin in her hand and raised the blond girls’ head to the same level as her own. She kissed her again. Just once, but with passion. Holly smiled for the first time. “Come on”, said Paula, “we’d better be off”. On the way out of the door, Paula glanced at the cork noticeboard in the hallway. A headed letter caught her eye “Flight Schedule - Mr. T. Kroyson”. Paula couldn’t believe her luck as she scanned down to find today’s date. She clapped her hands together when she saw that Terry was due to land at one in the morning, so would probably be home by two. Paula grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note. She pinned it to the front door as she left. The note read - “Terry, don’t make a sound as you enter. Up on the bed is your birthday present. Enjoy”. Paula dropped Holly at her apartment and watched her sweet arse wiggle up the path. Holly was obviously unsure about the feelings Paula had given her and she had remained quiet on their journey home. Paula raced home herself, ran straight upstairs, stripped off and grabbed her biggest dildo from her dresser. A big, black monster that was bulging in the middle. Paula smiled when she though of the cucumber - this wasn’t as long but it was as thick. But, this one had batteries. She turned the dildo onto it’s highest speed and wanked herself from one orgasm to another. As she lay quietly later, she thought of Holly and how it had felt to kiss and fuck another girl. A few days later Paula called in it a sex shop she knew and purchased a few items. The most startling was a strap-on, double-headed dildo. It could vibrate both ends and as she held its’ sixteen inch length she thought of Holly. Part Six. “O.K. then” Paula said to Cathy, “Let’s have some fun !”. The two women walked to the same side of the bed and Cathy turned off the radio. Tom opened his eyes and turned his head. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife, dressed in a tight push-up bra, black suspender-belt, black fishnet stockings and leather choker (the outfit brought by Paula) and those four-inch spiky black heels. Her friend Paula was dressed in the outfit he had bought for his wife - but Paula looked stunning in it. He started at her five-inch spiked heels at the bottom of the thigh-length boots and slowly looked up to take in the whole vision. She had on a pair of tight black panties and the leather corset that was doing wonderful things to the size and shape of her breasts. They looked even fuller and more rounded. To finish the look she had on a spiky leather collar and was carrying the whip. Cathy spoke first, her voice a little unsure. “So, you want to be a bad boy and have two stern mistresses punish you, do you ?”. His mouth gaped like a fish. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Answer, Worm !” barked Paula and swiped the whip over his bare arse cheeks. Tom winced and arched his back. Cathy winced a little also but new it wasn’t intended to hurt. “Yes”, replied Tom. Whish, the whip landed again. “Call me ‘Mistress Paula’ when you speak to me !” barked the brunette. “Nnnhh. Sorry, Mistress Paula” was Tom’s weak reply. “Better.” said Paula. She turned slightly, “Mistress Catherine”, she began, “Has this slave been sent for punishment ?”. She saw Cathy smirk. “Yes, Mistress Paula”, she replied, “His crimes are too terrible to repeat, but it will take both of us to punish him properly”. “Good”, finished Paula. Cathy open the night-stand and took out the chains and ball-gag. It was then she noticed the leg-spreader standing next to the nightstand and motioned to Paula. Her friend’s eyes widened. They untied Tom’s legs and ankles and let him spend a minute rubbing his sore joints. They let him go for a pee and on his return he found them both standing at the end of the bed holding the ball-gag. “To make sure you’re dirty mouth doesn’t offend us again”, sneered Paula, “You’re to wear this !”. He moved his hands in front of him in protest but before he could speak, Cathy cracked the whip across his arse. “OBEY !” barked Cathy. It shook the other two but Paula could tell her friend was enjoying this. Tom walked forward and Paula put the ball in his mouth and tied the strap around the back of his head. She whispered in his ear “O.K. ?”. Tom nodded. They move him to the end of the bed and strapped his wrists to the bed posts. “Open your legs” commanded Paula” and Tom complied. “More !” she ordered. Tom turned and saw his wife holding the leg-spreader. He quickly shuffled his feet together and stood bent-forwards looking concerned. Paula roughly grabbed the whip from Cathy and lashed his arse three times. He howled in pain and arched his back. His cock slammed against the end of the bedframe. “Mistress Catherine”, said Paula, “attach the leg-spreader to both ankles and if this worm tries to struggle once more I shall whip him again”. Cathy looked anxious but her friend winked and Cathy bent and attached the leg-spreader to Tom’s right leg. She pushed his left leg but it didn’t move. Paula raised her whip hand again and Tom gave in and spread his legs wide. Cathy fixed the steel bar and stood. Tom was bent forwards slightly, his arms spread out and fixed to the bed posts. His legs were spread and his feet were slightly behind him. His cock was rock-hard and bobbed slightly as the blood coursed through it. Some pre-come had already moistened the head. Paula moved close to him and ran her hands over his back and bum. “Mmmm, that’s better” she cooed. “If you’re a good boy and take you’re punishment well” she began, “we’ll see if you can have a little treat. Won’t that be nice ?” Tom nodded - it was all he could do and gave a muffled “Thank You, Mistress Paula”. Part Seven. “Mistress Catherine. What equipment do we have for this slave ?” Paula said in a lofty voice. Cathy opened Tom’s nightstand and drawers. She found a dildo, a vibrator and the butt plug. She picked up the latter and admired it’s smoothness. Cathy had not seen one before and if it hadn’t been for the package describing the item, she wouldn’t have known what it was. Only four inches long with a thin tip but tapering out to a circumference of four inches and then narrowing back to two inches. Paula saw the device “Excellent choice, Mistress Catherine. Bring it over so we can start the slave’s punishment !” she triumphed. Cathy wasn’t sure. She didn’t know if this was what Tom wanted or not. Were they going too far ? She looked at his face. She couldn’t tell what his mood was, only the eyes gave away his feelings - and his cock of course ! Both were big. He was loving this, the bastard. Right ! He’d get the whole of Paula’s plan in full effect. Paula had outlined her plan to Cathy in an almost military fashion. They would tie him up and make him helpless. Slap him around a little to humiliate him, tease him a little to bring him to the brink, keep him bubbling and then finish him off. This last part was the only one that Paula wouldn’t be drawn on the detail. Finish him off ? Did that mean, let him come ? Cathy had pressed Paula who responded by reminding her that she was here to make sure Tom wouldn’t wish to try this sort of thing again. She told Cathy to trust her - they would all have fun, even Tom, he would have some erotic memories but be left in doubt that Cathy wasn’t going to stand for this sort of thing again. Paula also had some other plans, but Cathy would find them out nearer the time. “Mistress Catherine !” said Paula loudly. Cathy was shaken from her thoughts and offered the butt plug to Paula without anymore delay. Paula walked in front of Tom and stood holding the plug. “So, this little boy likes to have his botty played with does he ?” she began. “Well, I’m sure we can find somewhere for this,” she stroked the plug “but it is a little dry - we wouldn’t want to hurt you....too much”. Paula gave a wicked smile and moved a hand down to her panties. Her fingers disappeared and obviously got busy on her pussy lips. She started to sway her shoulders in exaggerated movements then stopped, pulled down the front of her panties and push the butt plug up the hilt into her pussy. She rubbed it around a few times and pulled it out. It shone with her pussy juices. “Mistress Catherine, insert this in the slave please. He needs to be taught a lesson”. Cathy took the plug in a grand sweeping gesture and almost held it aloft above her head. She moved round behind Tom who was adjusting his stance as he prepared to take the intruder. Secretly, he was loving this. In college, during his ‘wanking is all I've got’ phase, he experimented in the bath with a bar of soap and a round-handled hairbrush and found the experience quite fun. Cathy sucked a finger and pressed it against his anus. She swirled it around a little until her fingertip disappeared. Tom squirmed a little. She looked up at Paula who’s face was a picture of control and lust. Paula fingers were still buried in her pussy as she knew Tom would be looking. Cathy brought the butt plug down and pressed it against Tom’s puckered bum. She pressed a little and the first inch slipped in easily thanks to Paula’s juices. She pressed again and found the going harder but it was still sliding in. Tom was moving forwards in a vain attempt to help it go in easier. Seeing this, Paula moved forwards and placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed him back. Cathy pushed again and the head of the plug plopped into place. Only a ‘T’ shaped bar was showing. Tom grunted and accepted the pressure inside of him. The plug was pressing on the vein that ran from his anus under his scrotum. Paula took a hand and lifted his head. “Comfy ?” she quizzed. Tom nodded. “Good. Mistress Catherine,” she continued “pass me the vibrator”. Tom couldn’t think of what she was going to do with that - the obvious place was already taken ! Cathy handed Paula the long, black vibrator and Paula turned it on. It buzzed lowly and Paula held it to her face to admire its’ simplicity. She moved around the back of Tom and stood holding the buzzing cock near Tom’s behind. “Mistress Catherine, I believe this slave has passed the first of his tests and deserves a little treat, do you agree ?”. “Certainly Mistress Paula” she returned and climbed onto the bed to kneel in front of Tom. Paula looked at Cathy and stared directly at her swelling, push-up bra. Cathy took the hint and started to move her hands over her breasts in a smoothing, swirling manner. She started to moan and pulled the bra down to expose her swelling nipples. Paula licked her lips, her friend was truly sexy. Cathy continued to stroke and tease her tits. Paula moved the vibrator around the front of Tom and started to stroke his cock with it. She could already see pre-come oozing from his head. Cathy’s hands started to stroke down her stomach and rub over the tops of her stockings. Paula worked the vibrator around Tom’s swollen head and scrotum. Tom was nearly coming and Paula sensed this. She passed the vibrator to Cathy who couldn’t resist rubbing it over her tits and nipples. Tom started to moan and Paula tuned to see his cock starting to throb violently. “STOP THAT !” she barked and both Tom and Cathy froze. Paula leant forwards and grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. She pushed the tip of her little finger into his ‘eye’ hole to stop any thoughts of coming. “I thought you’d brought him then...” she started before realising she had forgotten for the first time to use ‘Mistress Catherine’ as a form of address. She stood still for a minute and then let Tom’s cock go as she could feel some of the rigidity loosening. She move back around of him and slapped him hard across his cheeks with her hand. This stung Tom but not as badly as the whip. “You know, Mistress Catherine” said Paula, “I don’t think this slave will be of much use to us while his balls are so full”. With that she moved to the right-hand bedpost and untied his right wrist. “Wank for us !” she commanded. Tom needed no second word and started to furiously pump his cock. All of the pent-up fantasies were coming true and he was loving it. Within seconds his face started to contort and his strokes increased. Cathy took the initiative and moved forwards on the bed to kneel directly in front of him - her breasts just inches away from his swollen cock. Tom saw his chance and with a loud “Aaarrgghh” came over his wife’s tits. He spurted and spurted, five or six times. Thick, milky fluid landed on Cathy’s tits, neck, shoulder and stomach. Tom slumped forwards, almost exhausted. “Mmmm, that’s better isn’t it” cooed Paula. “aren’t we good mistresses to you to let you do that”. He nodded. Paula saw Cathy start to move back and reached out a hand and touched her arm. There eyes met. Paula leaned forwards and kissed her shoulder - exactly where a drop of cum had landed. “Salty” was all she said. She licked downwards with her tongue hard and pointing. Cathy arched her back to allow Tom to see the events but Paula was doing this for her own benefit. She licked and slurped until her tongue rested against Cathy’s nipple. She paused and cupped the little bud in the crook of her now curved tongue. She flicked it slightly and licked all around. Cathy felt little darts of pleasure shooting through her. She looked down at Paula’s head and softly stroked her hair. That was all the encouragement Paula needed. She sat upright and gently eased Cathy backwards until she was lying on her back. She lay alongside of her and moved her mouth to join Cathy’s in a a slow and passionate kiss. She licked her friends lips, nibbled her tongue, explored every inch. Paula raised her hand to Cathy other breast and wiped some cum from off of it. She lifted her hand to Cathy’s mouth and let her lick her fingers. Paula smiled. She spoke softly, so that only Cathy could really hear “You’re beautiful. Sexy, voluptuous and warm”. Cathy felt flattered, she was pleased that Paula was enjoying the show they were performing for Tom. But his was no show as far as Paula was concerned. She rose from the bed and moved to re-tie Tom’s wrist. That done, she skipped downstairs and returned moments later with the double-headed dildo. Cathy’s eyes widened when she saw this she started to speak, but didn’t know what to say. Instead he mouth just opened and closed. Paula returned to the bed and whispered softly in Cathy’s ear “Please, I want to fuck you”. “I want to fuck you until we both explode with pleasure. I want to tease and caress you, make you a complete woman”. Paula was really pouring her heart out to her friend. Cathy wasn’t sure how to react. It was giving Tom the biggest orgasms he’d ever had and Paula was doing her a favour by being here, but... Paula spoke softly again “This is all I ask. Why do you think I’m so stern with Tom ? I’m jealous of him. Jealous that get he gets to hold your body every day. Jealous that he gets to lick your pussy and bring you to the heights of pleasure. This is all I ask. You can’t tell me that you aren’t enjoying this..” she let the last part trail off almost as though she was challenging Cathy to deny her own pleasure. Cathy moved her hand to stroke Paula’s cheek. “O.K., but I get to say if I don't want to carry on - alright ?”. Paula gave her a wide smile and kissed her again. Quickly she shuffled herself down until her face was level with Cathy’s belly-button. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by Tom as Paula’s pussy was now inches from his stiffening cock. Paula moved the heel of her hand over Cathy’s pelvic bone, just above her pussy lips. She remembered Holly’s pussy and how good it looked with the shaved lips. She rubbed a little and Cathy adjusted her bum on the bed. She kissed Cathy’s outer lips lightly. She blew lightly and flicked her tongue over the wet flesh. She took the tops of both the lips between her own and sucked hard. This made Cathy gasp as her clitoris was drawn outwards and exposed to Paula’s tongue. The brunette now sucked on the little nub and Cathy started to roll on the bed. Paula reached for the vibrator and saw Tom - motionless watching his wife being sucked and licked by another woman - he still couldn’t believe it. Paula took the vibrator and pressed it against Paula’s lips and it slipped in easily. Cathy squirmed once more and Paula turned on the vibrator. That was all Cathy needed to send her over the edge. “Oh God, oh yes.....yes....yes...” she kept repeating as the orgasm wracked her body. Paula withdrew the vibrator and stood up from the bed. Immediately, Cathy’s hands went to her own pussy and continued to rub to keep the pleasure going. he eyes were closed and she was lost in a world of her own. Paula took the large dildo. She raised one leg onto the bed and pushed one of the heads against her lips and it slipped in with an audible “sluuup”. Paula smiled and pushed it in almost halfway, six inches filling her pussy. She took the straps and tied two around her waist and the other between her legs to join the two around her waist. This was done quickly and deftly. She had been practicing. Only last week Paula’s BMW had cruised the bars outside of the airport. She spotted a buxom black girl and called her over to the car. She had been direct with her question - “How much for me to fuck you with a dildo”. The prostitute was not shocked, she seen it all before. A price was agreed and they drove in silence to Paula’s apartment where the black girl was fucked three times over the course of an hour. Paula came each time - stronger than before. When the black girl left, Paula cleaned the dildo with her tongue. Paula knelt in-between Cathy’s open thighs and looked at the blond girl’s face. There was a calm smile that comes only from pleasure playing across her friends lips. She pushed the dildo effortlessly into Cathy’s pussy until five or six inched disappeared. “Oh shit...” was all Cathy could respond as her eyes closed and her back arched. This forced the dildo deeper into Paula who responded similarly by pushing forwards again. This ‘too and fro’ continued for a short time until Paula grabbed one of Cathy’s ankles and lifted her leg onto her shoulder. Then the other. This was it, the power she wanted. To fuck this lovely woman while her worm of a husband is helpless behind me. She pushed deeper into Cathy. The dildo was bent slightly in the middle and was pressing equally into each girl. Paula started a rhythm and Cathy started to moan. Paula by now was fighting back her own orgasm as she was determined to make Cathy come first. She fucked and fucked the blonde girl. Cathy’s head thrashed from side to side as her pussy was pounded by the dildo. Paula grabbed Cathy’s tits and turned the nipples. “Oooohhh” was all Cathy could manage. Paula leant forwards until their tits rubbed together and as she raised her hips she pushed down with all her force. “Aaaarrgghhh...oh...christ....I’m....cominggggg” hissed Cathy. She said no more as her friend covered her mouth with her own and forced her tongue deep. Paula pushed again and felt her own orgasm building. She lifted her shoulders and bit her lip. She knew what she wanted. She easy back and pulled the dildo from Cathy causing her to squeal a little - in regret. She pulled back a little to far and Tom’s rock solid cock pushed against her bum. She quickly unhooked the straps and grabbed the dildo in the middle to slip it from her pussy. She deliberately rotated her hips whilst doing this and Tom’s cock eased inch by inch closer to her pussy. No, it wasn’t for him. She moved as quick as a crab on all fours up the bed and took Cathy’s head in her hands. She lifted one leg over Cathy’s shoulder and then second. She lowered her pussy lips to Cathy’s mouth as her friend opened her eyes. Cathy’s words were drowned as the brunettes pussy ground into her mouth. Cathy flicked her tongue outwards a few times and caught Paula’s clitoris almost by accident. That was all Paula needed to send her over the edge. “Nooooooo” was the last word spoken in that room for almost five minutes. Paula held Cathy’s head in the crook of her arm as the girls lay side-by- side on the bed. Tom’s cock hadn’t dropped an inch in the last fifteen minutes whilst his wife was fucked by another woman. The butt plug was starting to feel as though it had been there for ever and almost felt part of him. Paula opened her eyes and kissed Cathy lightly on the forehead. “Thank you, my princess” was all she said. Part Eight. They stayed like that for some time. Tom’s eyes burned into the bodies of both women. He knew that was more than a show. He knew Paula wanted his wife or herself. Cathy looked like an angel at this moment. She lay with her head resting against Paula’s shoulder and her lovely blond hair covering her friend’s right breast. She has a sweet and serene smile on her face. Tom had seen the look before - after they made love and Cathy had orgasmed stronger than normal. It was as though she was physically complete and the smile on her face almost mocked him - as if to say “I am now happy”. Tom was shaken from his thoughts by movement from Paula. She was very softly stroking Cathy’s hair. Twisting the end of the blonde locks and rubbing her nipples with them. She looked up at Tom - a big and generous smile. The smile given by a victor to the vanquished. Tom mumbled at her through his gag. The words were not distinct, but the sentiment was clear. Paula eased herself from the bed and carefully lay Cathy’s dozing head on the pillow. She moved next to Tom - who noticed how damned good the thigh boots looked on her. Paula whispered in Tom’s ear - “She’s mine now. She knows I can give her pleasures she has never experienced with you, or is ever likely to experience”. She continued, “I can make her body quiver with one touch of my fingertips on her soft skin. I can make her scream with pleasure...” she let this sink in “..before I cover her mouth with my pussy”. Tom struggled against his bonds. Paula sniggered at him. “Just look at you. You’re pathetic. You have a truly beautiful and sexy woman as your wife and you’re prepared to lose her for a few thrills. You’re no man..”. Paula let her words trail off as she sank deep into her own thoughts. She looked at Cathy who was now fast asleep. She smiled at Tom and whispered in his ear “I’ll make you a deal. If you’re a good boy and take care not to wake the princess, I’ll let you get your own back on me”. The last words were spoken in a very husky manner and she licked Tom’s ear. She saw his cock respond immediately. He was so obvious. She continued “I’ll untie you, take you with me downstairs and let you fuck me. You can really go to town on me - you know I deserve it” and with that she squeezed Tom’s cock and started to rub it gently. “Deal ?”. Tom nodded frantically. Paula ended with “Well, just wait one minute..” and slipped quietly out of the room and downstairs. She was gone for nearly five minutes and Tom heard her car door open and close. He didn’t really trust her but what could happen with his wife only asleep upstairs ? Paula returned and untied the leg spreader from both ankles. Tom immediately bent and stretched his legs. She untied the left wrist but strapped it to the right one before unstrapping that from the bed. Holding both wrists in front of him, Tom was led downstairs. Paula had arranged the sofa to face the door and dimmed the light slightly. It felt cool down there but Tom didn’t mind that. Paula spoke “I’ve always wondered if I just needed a good man to fuck me well to put me back on the right path” she sounded like a naughty schoolgirl, but dressed in the dominatrix gear Tom was left in no doubt that she was all woman. Paula lay back on the big sofa and started to stroke her pussy. One finger, two, then three fingers disappeared and started to rub around her clit. Tom stood transfixed. “You’d better make me come well” cooed Paula “Or I’ll have to spank you again”. Tom realised that Paula was ‘playing the game’ again and advanced towards her. she untied his wrists but kept hold of the chain on his left wrist. She also had another strap alongside her on the sofa and she had stroked it when she said the words ‘spank you’. Tom knelt if front of her and shuffled forwards. He leant forwards to finger her pussy. Paula allowed him to do so and moved and moaned a few times. She whispered “Come on, fuck me good. Get your revenge - you know I want it !”. Tom needed no more encouragement and lifted his knees to the edge of the sofa, pushing Paula’s legs further open in the process. His cock pushed against her pussy lips and with a small thrust he entered her. “Oh, yes baby” said Paula softly, “fuck me deep !”. Tom grunted and pushed again. Paula felt him deep in her. He wasn’t bad, very firm and quite big. Tom found his rhythm and started to fuck Paula at a medium pace. Her hands wrapped around his sore arse cheeks and softly stroked them. She moved her hands to the hilt of the butt plug that Tom had all but forgotten was still in him. She tugged a little, forcing his anus to widen and then pushed the plug back in. And again, matching his strokes into her. He was enjoying it. She said “fuck me well, and you’ll get fucked too”. Tom liked the idea and pushed harder. The final part of Paula’s plan clicked into place. This part had not been fully decided until only a short time earlier but when she went downstairs she had gone to her car and made a call. She left the door ajar and collected Tom. Paula looked over Tom’s shoulder and saw Terry creep slowly in. She had kept in touch after presenting him with the gift of Phil all that time ago. Terry had been working out and his body was now muscuar and well defined. When he discovered Phil with his arse in the air and a cucumber sticking out, he had taken only a few seconds to decide on what to do. He had stripped, washed his cock, returned to the bedroom, slowly removed the cucumber from Phil’s (now very accommodating) arse and fucked him through the night. In the morning Terry packed his bags as he knew he had overstayed his welcome. But as a note of thanks to Phil, he rolled him over and gave him a very good blow-job. Terry was now stripping off. His shoulders rippled with muscle and he watched Tom’s bum thrust in and out of Paula’s pussy. he was in a world of his own. He did notice Paula was fucking his arse with a butt plug and almost giggled. Terry took a jar of Vaseline from his bag and liberally greased his very large cock. Paula looked at him and winked. “Mmmm” she thought, “I wouldn’t mind that inside of me..” but it was to be Tom’s surprise. She pulled the plug out completely and Tom whimpered a little. He was enjoying that !. The little rubbing against his arse, the pressure on his vein and scrotum, the “AAAARRGGHHHH”. Tom’s muffled scream was quite loud. His thoughts had been broken by Terry’s massive cock pushing itself six inches into Tom’s anus before he stopped. He withdrew slightly and pushed again. “NNRRGGHH” was all Tom could manage as Terry’s powerful arms kept him prisoner and Paula’s grip on the chain on his wrist tightened. Again Terry pushed. He withdrew to the tip of his swelling head and slammed it fully back into Tom’s arse. Tom whimpered. His anus was being stretched wider and deeper than ever before - and the butt plug had given him little in the way of readiness. Tom’s body stiffened as Terry’s swelling cock thrust into him time and time again. Tom was in too much pain to notice two things. The first being that Paula had come at least twice. The first time when Terry first appeared - the anticipation had shot through her like electricity and sent her softly over the edge. the second time was when Terry was pumping, Tom’s cock was being thrust deeper and deeper into her by the force behind him. The other event that Tom had missed had been Cathy’s appearance in the room. She had woken to muffled sound from downstairs and obviously, Paula and Tom’s absence. She stood now, in fishnet stockings and heels watching her husband fucking another woman - dressed as a dominatrix - whilst being ass-fucked by another man. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It looked like Tom was enjoying it as his head was thrown back as his cock pushed into Paula. Cathy turned and ran from the room, unnoticed by everyone except Paula. She ran back upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom. Paula smiled. Plan complete. She felt Tom speeding up which could only mean that Terry was speeding up also. “Oh, Jesus....” were the only words spoken by Terry as his cock swelled a fraction more and he emptied his load of semen into Tom’s tired arse. Tom was also starting to come. The pressure on his vein had been too much (as well as his cock slapping in and out of Paula). Paula sensed this and pushed him onto his side. Terry slipped out and fell backwards. Quickly, Paula grabbed Tom’s arm and forced him to kneel on the floor over Terry. She grabbed his cock and wanked him off over Terry’s waiting mouth. For Paula, this was complete power. Take his wife and force him to do disgusting things. She was truly in control. Paula stood over the two men, her thigh boots glistening with a mixture of come and pussy juices. The rush of power filled her lungs. She must go now to comfort Cathy. “Terry, “ she began, “I’ll bring you down the leg-spreader and my whip - you can have a good time as thanks for coming over”. Terry smiled and stroked Tom’s legs. Tom for his part stood over Terry, his cock still dripping come wondering how all of this had happened - but not wanting it to stop. Paula climbed upstairs and knocked softly on the bathroom door. There was no answer. She knocked again and opened the door. Cathy was sitting on the edge of the bath looking at the floor. She looked up when Paula entered and her eyes started to fill with tears. Paula stood her up and held her tenderly in her arms for a long time. She kissed her neck softly and whispered - “He’s not for you. He has a new love now. As do you, my sweet princess”. END. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----