This is a story that I am hoping to someday have published in an erotic magizine....It is the story of a young Goth girl who explores and delves into the world of BDSM and D/s.
Hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment.
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She stood back away from the churning bodies in the mosh pit listening to the band play. Her hair was cut short in the front only to fall long and silky in the back, almost to her ass, framed her face. Her make-up dark against her soft white skin, blacks and reds with purple shadow over her eyes created a vision of worthy of any and all including the reigning leader of the supposed undead. Aimee was dressed in black leather pants and combat boots, black leather vest covering a purple skintight tee. She loosened and unbuttoned the vest allowing her rock hard nipples to spring forth, straining against the tee seeking air and freedom. Ever since she had gotten her nipples pierced they had been extremely sensitive to the slightest pressure she thought of the way it had felt when they were pierced as she absent mindedly twisted and tweaked each one, pulling then taut and then releasing them.
This was the reason she had moved to San Francisco, and the clubs of the entire Goth sub-culture was what she sought out. She was looking for a place that allowed her to be her without having to answer questions that she may or may not want to answer. A place that accepted her for what she was and what she wanted to be. She slid a hand under the tee stroking her tight stomach looking about the room to see if anyone was here that she knew.
She had spent the day working for the local underground paper and now was more interested in scoring a couple of jays and kicking back than anything else. Maybe, if the mood hit her she might look for a bed partner but that would be the icing on the cake.
As she looked about the room she thought about how she left home to come here only a couple of months after her 18th birthday and her graduation from high school. She had been an honor student; straight A’s since the 4th grade - always early with her work but a social outcast. Her style was hers and hers alone, she never sought to be part of the popular girls groups and she shunned the advances of most of the boys. Her tastes ran a bit more to the dark and mysterious as well to the softer nature of her own gender.
Only after the confrontation with her father over her choice of attire did she fully realize just what her father had expected of her after graduation. Feeling his hot breath on her neck as he groped her in the shower she realized that his pleasures would always rule if she did not get out and make a life of her own. Calling her brother, she made arrangements to move to San Francisco and stay with him and his girlfriend until she got to work and found a place of her own. That was two years ago and now she did well enough to have a decent place of her own as well as a good job as an editor of the Voice.
As she ran these and other thoughts through her head she saw someone that she knew would have what she needed, and she made a beeline into the pit to get a hold of him.
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Later, listening to AFI in the background Aimee fired up the first of the two jays she had scored for the evening. With her favorite candles burning around her she laid back into the tub of hot water and slowly inhaled the strong bitter smoke from the joint. Closing her eyes she held it in then slowly allowed it to pass through her puckered lips like she was passing it to an unseen lover. Between the joint, the hot water and the rich aroma of the candles she started to relax as she felt her mood mellow and her muscles giving up the stress of the day. Taking another hit from the joint she held it deep inside her lungs feeling the burn before letting it out. Soon the joint had passed on to being just a simple pile of ash and Aimee slid under the water, covering herself from head to toe, blocking out all sounds and making her oblivious to the world for just a few minutes. After she surfaced she started soaping up her loofa and worked the soap down her arms and across her shoulders enjoying the feel of the roughness of the loofa as well as the silky smoothness of the soap. First her arms and neck, then her legs careful not to touch herself she washed her legs and hips. Kneeling in the tub she leaned forward and started to wash her buttocks and working the soap up and down and back and forth.
Pausing, she pushed a soapy finger against her puckered asshole feeling it slip into her up to the first knuckle. Twisting it back and forth she moaned her pleasure. Reaching to the side of the tub she took one of the long thin candles she had burning and snubbed it out. Soaping it she reached behind her and pushed the length of the candle into her tight ass, working it back and forth as she stroked in and out. Feeling her asshole stretching slightly she moaned again and pushed two fingers into her already wet hot pussy feeling the candle sliding back and forth through the thin wall that separated her. Faster and faster she worked the candle in and out as she probed herself, flicking a fingernail against her clit before taking it and pinching it gently. Closing her eyes she conjured up her imaginary lovers, feeling them take her over and over. Her female lover licking and finger fucking her as her counterpart stroked his manhood deep inside her ass. Growling and bucking against her mental lovers she could feel her climax building. Fighting to remain in control she tried to slow down but the pleasure was just too intense to ignore or try to control. She thrust the candle into herself faster and deeper as she fingered herself, rubbing her clit back and forth with the palm of her hand as she worked a fourth finger inside and began to fuck herself with renewed passion. Faster and deeper, harder and harder she cried out as she climaxed screaming her pleasure as well as her disappointment as it ended and she collapsed into the bottom of the tub. The candle now bent, spasms in her hand and forearm from the pressure she had used making it difficult to hold, lay in the bottom of the tub under her like a discarded used toy, in many ways like the way she felt after being with one of her lovers. She wondered why she could feel her imaginary lovers like they were real but could not find the same feeling with her real lovers.
After she dried herself and slipped between the cool sheets of her bed, only then did Aimee allow herself to quit thinking and relax, seeking the darkness that deep sleep guaranteed. Her dreams were filled with a cornucopia of images, some dark and brooding while others were light and gay, filled with song and joy. Back and forth she tossed in her sleep never sure of what she was seeing but sure that it was really there to be seen.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this nocturnal confusion a dark figure emerged and slowly making its way to her as she lay waiting. She tried to move, to escape, but her hands and feet were cuffed to the ridged poles of the four-poster bed. She lay there covered only with a Vixen tee shirt that had rode up over her hips and bunched itself in the small of her back and just under her breasts. There was no face just a black mask that allowed the facial features to be outlined, but not enough to tell who or what it was. Strong hands reached down to caress her, stroke her exposed skin. Fingertips ran up and down her legs, between her knees and along her calves and outer thighs. A second hand caressed her face and arms, stroking up and down playing with her taut stomach and the bar that she had in her navel. Pulling on it as the mysterious hands played and pulled on her other piercing. She watched as a silver chain appeared out of what seemed to be thin air and was threaded through her nipple rings. With a single pull one or both nipples could be teased and even tortured, if desired. Both ends of the chain were then pulled down to the small ring that sat on her hood. This had been a single act of defiance, having her hood pierced and while it had pissed off her family she had grown to enjoy the feel and security that the small ring produced. The ends of the chain were affixed to the hood ring making an inverted triangle. Every time that her nipples grew tight the chain would pull on her hood making her aroused. She thought about how rough it would be to work in her office at the paper since the temperature was kept cool.
Just as quickly as the chain had appeared and been placed on her she felt the rough insertion of a gloved finger, pushing its way deep inside. She cried out, not in fear of the probing unknown intruder, but in lust. She felt herself getting wetter as she squirmed against the finger and the roughness of the leather glove as it pressed against her clit, rubbing her hood as the taut chains pulled on her nipples as well. She could feel her climax building, the heat rising inside of her as he continued to stroke in and out of her. He was not in a hurry as he brought her closer and closer to orgasmic release. He knew all the signs, the flushed redness of the skin, the shallow breath, yes she was almost there. Just as quickly as he had started he quit, leaving her quietly whimpering, pleading for more, just enough to cum. He looked down on her and shushed her, whispering he told her that she would only be allowed to climax when he decided that she could, not before and that he was not ready.
With a start Aimee awoke and found that she was bound, not by cuffs and chains but the sheet wrapped tightly about her. Unwinding from the confines she had created she looked at the clock and shook her head. It was only 7:30; she did not have to be at work until 10. As she lay there she allowed the dream to run again in her mind. She had never really had a thing for bondage or submission but from the way her body had reacted to the dream it made her wonder if there was something that she had missed or was missing.
Getting up from bed and stripping away her sweat soaked tee she cut on the shower making the water hotter than normal so that when she entered the sharp needles would seem to force the heat deep into her skin and muscles. Reaching up she flipped the switch that allowed the hand shower to cut on as she took the unit and ran it across her shoulders and her neck, letting the hot water was away the tension as she relived the dream. As she ran the unit up and down her thighs and calf she shifted her weigh slightly causing the needle spray to hit directly on her on her clit, the electric shock like effect making her jump. She loved to masturbate in the bath and shower. She would often indulge herself with the water flowing from the faucet between her legs like a waterfall or maybe the pulse of the showerhead. Aimee remembered the way that it had felt the first time she had used the handheld unit on herself. The pulsing, steaming water. The way the needles had made her feel, like a hundred little tongues flicking against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm. This time was no different she turned the showerhead to pulse and started to work it up and down across her slit. The spray making her lips tingle as the occasional direct hit of the spray on her clit making her whimper as it sent the lovely shock throughout her body. Instead of just letting the water do its job she took the shower nozzle and pushed it inside of her, the water hitting her inner walls with a few of needles hitting her square on her G-spot making her scream as the pulsing worked on her inside and out. Over and over she climaxed. Her juices running down her legs mixed with the water from the shower. Wave after wave raced through her body leaving her weak and drained as she removed the nozzle and slid down the wall settling in the bottom of the tub. Flipping the switch again she allowed the hot soothing water to cascade over her, washing away the remaining traces of her interlude with natures most powerful aphrodisiac, flowing water.
Dressing in a black peasant style dress with the bodice cinched tight Aimee headed off for work not thinking of anything except the full schedule that she knew awaited her. The thick rubber soles of her boots made no sound as she crossed the gravel to the front door of the office building that housed the paper. She paused to go to the ladies room to check her make-up making sure that she looked as good as she felt. The black eye liner highlighting the deep purple eye shade. The soft glow of rouge and the blood red lipstick turned the shallow skinned face into a Gothic work of art.
Aimee worked throughout the day not thinking of anything except the problem or task at hand. As she finished up the final bit of editing that had to be finished before the next day’s publication she found herself hungry and tired, ready to relax. She thought about all the different places she could go and decided on a small out of the way coffeehouse in the Village that had good salads and coffee, and maybe even a piece of cheesecake.
As she was finishing up her second cup of coffee a friendly voice called out to her. She turned and saw Crystal waving at her as she entered the shop. Aimee waved back and waited for her to slid into the open side of the booth. Crystal surprised her by sliding in beside her and planting a hard kiss on her lips. Aimee returned the kiss and pulled back looking into the eyes of her friend. She could see that Crystal had been hitting a bit of the bud already that evening and Aimee knew that when that happened her normally chaste little friend could become one very hot and horny she-devil.
Crystal started the conversation by telling Aimee that the Dead Virgins were playing that night at the club and she wanted to know if Aimee wanted to go and see them with her. Aimee hesitated at first, the idea of a warm bath and the cool sheets of her bed being most inviting but she decided to go if for no other reason that to watch her friend pick up on the guys and listen to the music. Together they left the coffeehouse and headed to the club. Aimee checked her watch and figured that the band should be on its first break and maybe it might be easier to get in. Aimee recognized the bouncer and knew that he would make sure that she would have no problem getting in. Sometimes it was almost impossible to get in depending on the band or in some cases the bands manager. Several times she had been able to get in to special nights where only those people who reflected so seemed to reflect the bands ideals were allowed in.
She and Crystal made their way up to the balcony to watch the activities below. The band was just warming back up and the mosh pit was packed with a collection of punk and bangers as well as suits and rockers. The band kicked off with a mellow song and Aimee stood swaying to the rhythm. Closing her eyes she just flowed with the song oblivious to all the noise and movement around her. She had smoked a jay on the way to the club and the feeling of floating overcame her. It seemed that she was there in the air with the music, ebbing back and forth fluttering about from note to note.
Suddenly she felt a heat building in the center of her being. She could feel soft fingers caressing her thighs and her breasts. Aimee refused to open her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation she was feeling. From her breasts she felt the hands move to her neck, followed closely by warm full lips kissing and sucking her skin. The hand on her thighs moved upwards cupping her sex as a single finger slipped passed her lips and penetrated her. First one then another soon joined the single finger, twisting back and forth. Aimee moaned softly her sounds blending into the background of sounds created by the onlookers and the audience. She started to grind her hips to match the twisting and probing of the fingers inside of her. Holding on to the rail she thrust her hips forward hunching and riding the hand that was giving her such pleasure. Slowly the hand was withdrawn and a feeling of melancholy replaced the one of pleasure until she felt hands parting her legs and wet lips started kissing their way up to her heated wet pussy. She sucked in her breath as she felt the tip of a hot tongue spear its way into her between her lips driving itself deep as possible. Licking and sucking, the tongue picked up where the fingers had left off. Aimee still refused to open her eyes, afraid that in looking it would destroy the moment, the passion. She took her hands and lowered then down holding on to the invisible head which focused the tongue that was slowly driving her mad with lustful desire. Holding on tight she ground her hips in tight little circles; tears running down her cheeks as she cried out her desires. Begging the unseen lover to take her and make her cum. Just as she thought she could stand no more a sharp bite on her clit followed by the thrusting of three fingers into her pussy made her cum. Her juices flowing down her legs as she screamed, a scream that was overlooked by almost all around her as the band hit a sharp cord and the house went berserk. Over and over she cried out her passion and lust her knees buckling for the second time that day, humping the unseen face that carried her up, over and through her climax.
Finally she opened her eyes just as Crystal pulled her head from under Aimee’s dress. Her face and hands covered in Aimee’s cum, dripping from her she stood as Aimee kissed her lips and licked her face and hand clean, savoring her own juices as well as the hint of Crystals. Aimee took her friend by the hand and led her to the door, out side she kissed her again and whispered that it was time to go home because she wanted to return the favor.
Upon their arrival at Aimee’s apartment Aimee wasted no time in making sure that Crystal was stripped and spread out on her bed. Pulling her starched white shirt off and then the black pistol belt, Aimee kissed her softly at first then with growing passion as her tongue snaked into Crystal’s mouth, the two tongues entwined playing out a lover’s duel. Aimee unclasped her friend’s bra moving down sucking the half-dollar-sized areolas that surrounded the eraser-sized nipples that sat hard and erect on the tips of Crystal’s breasts. Crystal moaned at the feeling of having her nipples sucked as hard as Aimee was sucking them. Pulling her nipple rings with her tongue as she suckled her, Aimee was not slowing down for a moment. She had longed for a night with Crystal ever since she had known her. It seemed that whenever there was the slightest chance of having her alone an old or current boy friend would show up and Aimee would be left alone or at the best she would have to share.
Aimee paused at Crystal’s belly button and after running her tongue in and out of it she blew warm air across it, making Crystal moan. Lower and lower Aimee kissed and licked until she could smell her friend’s sex, hot, wet and ripe for her to pick and explore. Pushing down the red thong that Crystal wore she noticed that her pussy was bald except for a small tuff of hair at the apex. Aimee blew on the tuff as she fingered the hot pussy in front of her. Crystal moaned again and Aimee ran her tongue in a circle around her lips. Tighter and tighter the circle got until she reached her clit and she flicked out the tip of her tongue against Crystal’s hard clit as she thrust two fingers into her. Stroking in and out she finger fucked her friend all the while sucking and licking her clit and the pussy lips. Crystal thrashed about grabbing Aimee’s head pulling her tight to her as he ground her hips in Aimee’s face, riding her tongue and fingers until she climaxed crying out Aimee’s name as she her flood gates opened and her juices washed over Aimee like a baptism. Over and over she came until she collapsed in Aimee’s arms and the two curled together and blessed sleep overtook them.
Aimee awoke the next morning to find herself alone except for a single red rose, resting on a note, on the pillow beside her. She smiled as she remembered the activities of the night before as she sniffed the rose and read the note Crystal had left. Just a few words of thanks and a carefully printed “I love you” was all that it said but it was enough to make Aimee feel like she was on top of the world. Showering and dressing for work Aimee kept thinking of the previous night a smile returning to her face every time she did.
Hurrying to the paper she just knew that there would be something interesting which would take her mind from her and give it back to the soul of the job so she savored her memories and thoughts until then. One of the stories to be covered was a retreat being hosted by the city’s largest BDSM club. It was an annual affair where almost everyone who was interested in the lifestyle would gather for a weekend of demonstrations, parties and finally the costume ball at the very end. Aimee went to the Editor in Chief and asked if she could cover this event since she knew several of the key members that organized the affair. With his permission Aimee took off the rest of the day and went shopping for clothes and various sundries for the weekend.
For the rest of the week her mind was focused more on the retreat than on work and she caught herself several times daydreaming when she should have been working. Finally the week was over and Aimee left work packed with her hotel reservation in hand ready to explore whatever avenues she choose, or what ever venues choose her. After checking into the hotel Aimee took a long hot bath before dressing for the opening night introduction dance. Not fully sure of what she would find during the evening she choose a black knee length skirt with a high–rise slit on the side with a pair of black stiletto heels and a shirt of deep burgundy topped off with a vest of chain-mail and matching wrist and ankle jewelry. She sported a set of hoop earrings that connected to the nose ring she wore with a small delicate chain. Deep red lipstick, dark burgundy eye shadow finished up her make-up and her hair was pulled back into a long braid showing off the shaved sides. She stood in front of the mirror and took a long look making sure that she was satisfied. She smiled thinking that her only concession to the bondage, dominance attire had been the leather and chain black bra she had chosen with the nipple area cut out and the thong she wore, barely more than a 2 inch strip of silk that almost covered her freshly shaven pussy. Invitation and press pass in hand she headed to the main salon where everyone would be gathering ready to enjoy the evening and gather some interviews along the way.
The first thing that caught her eye upon entering was the way that many of the men and women were dressed. Various use of leather and silk, chain and rope. Some dressed in high-topped boots sporting leather corsets. Men in black leather pants, the backsides cut out providing access for their Master or Mistress. Leashes and crops, all part of the never-ending parade that flowed in front of her.
Eager to get the business part of the night over with, Aimee sought out and interviewed the main organizers of the activity. One of the main benefits was information provided to the general public about the life style and what it had to offer and what it represented. That was the main point she found out. After the interviews were over Aimee started to look at the various demonstrations being offered and settled on one offered about bondage, choosing that over the welcome gathering in the main salon. She took a seat to the right of the demonstration area and settled in to watch.
She had just gotten comfortable when a tall man dressed in what appeared to be a medieval executioner’s outfit walked on to the stage. Looking about he slowly started to explain the history of bondage not only as a means of punishing a person or restraining them but as a tool for pleasure and sexual excitement. Taking a length of rope he demonstrated the different types of knots that could be used and explained what those uses may be. A slender woman joined him as he continued his demonstration of knots and the use of rope as a binding tool. At one point he had the woman tied, stomach down, and knees bent her ankles almost resting on her shoulders. Aimee looked, not at the ropes and knots but at the woman’s face and was surprised to see not the look of pain that she thought would be there but a look of total sexual contentment. An almost blissful look on the woman’s face as she lay there. Aimee was surprised at her own reaction to the woman as she felt herself getting wet, excited at seeing the bound woman, helpless and freely willing for almost anything.She had to force herself to look away as she caught the last part of the man's lecture explaining that even jewelry can be used as a binding tool and that would be demonstrated in a few minutes in another room. This latter part caught Aimee’s attention as she remembered the dream she had.
Trying to make it to the next demonstration as quickly as possible she did not see the man in the dark cloak and face mask looking at her... and already making plans for her.
After sitting through several demonstrations Aimee was tired and was about ready to retire for the evening. She slowly made her way past the many Dommes and subs admiring their total commitment to the life style. Yet it struck her as funny that these same people dressed in leather and lace, dressed so sensually and sexually provocatively, would be sprinkling through out their conversation about the lifestyle stuff about their jobs, kids, families. It never dawned on her, until now, that those who were interested in BDSM were the same people that were also interested in their jobs, their futures.
Aimee continued about the room until she came to what seemed to be an empty room. There in front was a large wooden “X”, like the ones she had seen in those old movies where the bad guy was tied to it and he dies from the desert sun or something like that. She walked into the room and sure enough it was empty.
Looking closer at the apparatus she saw there were cuffs attached to the four corners and they seemed adjustable. She stepped closer and placed her ankle inside the right cuff and clicked it shut. Looking closely she saw that it was not a true locking cuff so without hesitation she repeated the process on her left ankle. She then, after looking about the room, put her wrists into the remaining upper cuffs and found herself bound quite securely. She had not realized that while the cuffs did not lock, it took two hands to undo them, thus no need for locks. She started to struggle and was about ready to scream when several people entered the room and looked at her there on the stage. She called out trying to explain to them that she was in this position entirely by accident but they seemed to just ignore her.
Within a period of fifteen minutes the room was filled and the lights dimmed. A voice welcomed those in the room and explained that this was a demonstration of restricted sexual bondage and delayed orgasm.
Looking about the room Aimee was unable to get the attention of any one there, the dom/mes were chatting quietly while the subs sat passively awaiting their Master’s instruction. Aimee also saw that there were at least three women and a man whose Master had them chained, and they remained on their knees, eyes downcast while the other subs were allowed to sit and observe.
Just then the lights dimmed even more and a tall figure moved onto the staging area his eyes reflecting the humor he found in Aimee’s situation. Aimee smiled weakly and tried to explain how she came to be in the position she was in. He smiles and announced that it seemed that there was already a volunteer for the evening's demonstration and Aimee just froze unable to say or do anything. Just when she thought she was actually going to be bound and sexually serviced he reached down and slipped off the cuffs allowing her to leave. Aimee quickly left the room, unable to look at anyone because of the embarrassment she felt.
Aimee quickly made her way to the nearest restroom and locked herself into one of the stalls, her breath coming in short gasps and her heart racing Aimee realized that it was not the embarrassment that was making her feel this way but the excitement of it actually happening. Aimee could feel her wetness growing, the damp spot in her thong getting larger. She felt her nipples harder as she thought about all the things that could happen to her while bound on that massive wooden cross. She allowed her hands to caress her breasts and pinch at her nipples as her other hand moved slowly down, pushing up her skirt she plunged three fingers into her hot slit pushing the tiny patch of cloth of the thong away.
Working her fingers in and out, her mind flashed picture after picture for her to see. Stripped bound and being teased with the hands and mouths of several different people. Someone pushing a massive flesh colored rubber cock into her and pulling it out slowly. Stroking her as her clit was being teased. Hands and lips all over her body. Faster and faster her fingers moved in and out, twisting back and forth inside of her. She sat there tossing her head back and forth moaning from the surging sensual energy that was building up, she pinched and rolled her nipples as she slammed her own fingers in deep and hard not caring about the way she would feel later. Finally unable to control herself anymore she reached her peak and started to cry out as she climaxed, only to remember where she was she bit down on her lower lip and rode the waves of passion flowing through and out of her like driftwood riding the oceans waves.
Pulling her hand away she sat and licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of her own juices and suddenly realizing that she was famished, having not yet eaten today. After straightening her clothes and touching up her make-up Aimee made her way to the dinner buffet set up one of the ballrooms.
After filling her plate Aimee sat and looked about the room at the different styles of dress, and in some cases, undress. Many styles were what she considered to be Goth in nature but they were very natural here as part of successful BDSM attire.
Looking up from her dinner Aimee could not help but notice the couple over three tables from her. He was dressed in a three-piece suit of deep blue with a white shirt and a deep purple tie. She was dressed in a transparent silver blouse and a black miniskirt. Under those she could see the garter belt that held up the fishnet stockings and finally 6-inch spiked heels which would have looked so hot had they been dangling from her foot. She watched as they chatted with others, exchanging hugs and kisses and at times even partners for a turn around the dance floor. Aimee wishfully signed and returned to her dinner thinking about the woman and her fully rounded breasts.
Aimee was just finishing when she heard someone cough softly. She looked up and saw the couple standing across from her table smiling softly at her. They introduced themselves as Mike and Mike asking if they could sit down. Of course Aimee, (staring at the breasts of one of the Mikes), could not say no. It was then that she noticed that the man dressed in the three-piece suit was actually a woman and the sensual, sexy woman who caught her eye was a man.
She introduced herself and explained that she was doing an article for her paper and asked if they minded any questions. Both nodded their heads 'ok', but they preferred to have the interview in their room there at the hotel.
Aimee followed them to the elevator and they chatted about this and that as they went up to the twenty-third floor. Instead of stepping into a carpeted hallway Aimee found herself stepping into the plush foyer of a finely furnished penthouse apartment. Aimee was told to make herself comfortable and if she wanted there was wine on the bar. She poured a glass and settled onto the leather couch looking about at the spacious room.
Soon the two returned and after getting a glass of wine settled on either side of Aimee. Mike and Mike turned out to Michael and Michelle Severs, CEO and President of Servers International.
They explained that their involvement with the community was one for relaxation and diversion. They enjoyed dressing as each other just to have some fun with other people. Aimee took a closer look and if it had not been for Michelle’s breasts they could have been twins. Both wore their blond hair short and styled almost the same. Each had green eyes and almost perfect teeth.
Aimee, about to ask about how Michael pulled off dressing like his wife, was caught off guard as he explained he had a breastplate made from a cast of his wife’s chest. Aimee could not help but notice that during the interview Michelle’s robe was slowly opening providing a wonderful view of her very real breasts. Michelle smiled and pulled the robe tighter.
Michael was discussing the fun they had once with a very important client from New York. He had come on to Michelle a number of times so Michael and Michelle set him up in his hotel room. Michelle had called and told him that she would be there at 8:00 with some contracts for him to sign. Instead of it being Michelle, Michael went instead, and the client never noticed. All through the evening he had wined and dined Michael, thinking it was Michelle, with the hope of scoring. About 11:00 Michelle showed up and apologized about being so late and the poor guy almost had a heart attack when Michael removed his make-up and chest.
Aimee, writing all this down for future reference had not noticed Michael’s hand slowly moving up her leg, until she felt his finger tips on the edge of her thong. Turning quickly she came face to face with Michelle whose lips quickly covered Aimee’s, the heat of her kiss almost taking Aimee’s breath away. Michelle found her tongued welcomed by Aimee’s and a slow passion filled kiss was quickly growing into a long seductive, god-I-want-you tongue fest.
Aimee, feeling her self getting wet, opened her legs to Michael’s probing hands and fingers, a groan escaping from her as he probed her lips and traced the slit from top to bottom. Michelle on the other hand had moved from Aimee’s lips to her breasts and were expertly sucking and nibbling on her nipples, tickling her areolas with the tip of her tongue. Aimee, given no clear choice surrendered herself to their ministrations and allowed herself to float along the waves of lust and desire. Stripping away her clothes, they lifted and carried Aimee to the bedroom, laying her across the bed. Matching robes slid off their bodies as they lay down beside of her exploring her with their fingers, lips and hands.
Aimee grunted as fingers entered her anus and dripping pussy at the same time, lips exploring her breasts and back, sucking, moving softly about. Aimee was caught totally unprepared. Sure she had done threesomes before, but no one had ever made her feel this way. She could feel her climax coming as she moaned, reaching out for any part of anyone she could hold. Her eyes closed she felt a familiar pressure on her lips and opened them allowing Michael’s massive penis access to her mouth as Michelle shifted and began to lick Aimee’s pussy. Long slow licks with the flat of her tongue, working from her tight little ass to her clit, pressure drawing Aimee up from the bed, her hips hunching up - trying to get as much as she could. She loved the feel of the hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the way it tasted, almost like almonds. Aimee relaxed her throat, taking Michael’s tool deep into her throat, tasting the pre-cum from the tip. She could almost take no more. She started to buck her hips, pushing into Michelle’s face, moaning and sucking Michael as if there was no tomorrow. As her orgasm hit, it was a slow almost painful wave of raw energy that filled her, pulling her along as it peaked and ebbed. Each wave was stronger than the one before, not seeming to end. Aimee tried to scream around the cock stroking in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. It was slowly growing harder and harder, ready to deliver its milky white strands into Aimee’s mouth. Her pussy was gushing as she came again and again. Aimee could only think of returning the favor for Michelle. Suddenly Michael stiffened up and a long guttural moan escaped from him as he pumped his seed deep into Aimee’s mouth and throat. Strand after strand of hot semen was shooting into her mouth and flowing down into her stomach. Aimee felt another climax hitting her as he came, again flooding Michelle with her juices.
Looking down, Aimee watched Michelle raise up like Venus from the Sea, her face wet with her cum, dripping off of her like the water from a rain shower. Her face shone with desire and her eyes burned lustfully. Michael, collapsed beside Aimee, could only watch as Michelle straddled Aimee’s leg, lining up her pussy to Aimee’s. Pushing down, she started to rock back and forth. Aimee realizing what Michelle was doing shifted slightly and pushed her hips down, forcing Michelle’s clit to ride against her own. Michelle, already so close from having eaten Aimee, was crying out for her own release. Aimee starting a rhythmic rotation of her hips had trapped Michelle’s clit against her own and was using her body pressure to bring Michelle to climax. Meanwhile Michael, unable to do more than just watch was stroking his limp cock back to life. Michelle, feeling her climax coming started to moan pushing onto Aimee. Aimee, not believing that it was possible felt another climax starting to over take her. Soon both women were screaming, thrashing about on the bed as they came together. Michael, unable to hold his any longer let forth another flood of pearly white goo hitting both women on their breasts and stomachs.
Rolling into each other, the three fell asleep, each with a smile, dreaming their own wicked dreams.
After that interesting night of wonderful sexual exploration, the next morning Aimee awoke to the sounds of Michelle and Michael making love in the shower. Instead of paying attention to the growling in her stomach, Aimee walked over to the bathroom to watch the couple. The first thing that caught Aimee’s eye was Michelle on her knees deep throating Michael. Michael in the heat of the moment was grunting and making primal sounds as Michelle’s mouth slid up and down his cock, tongue wrapped around it as her hand jacked him off as well. Pulling Michelle by her hair Michael pulled her tight to his crotch, as he fired his hot load into her mouth and down her throat. Michelle swallowed all that her had to give and pulled him into the bottom of the shower. Standing she straddled his head squatting down forcing her sex on his face. Michelle’s features changed as Michael started to lick and tease her with his tongue and lips. Her eyes became glazed and soon Michelle was rocking back and forth riding Michael’s mouth and probing fingers striving to reach her climax.
Aimee, feeling herself getting wet again, reached and started to stroke her own pussy, fingering her clit as she stroked three fingers in and out. She moaned hoping that she would not be heard, wanting to experience this cum alone. Aimee was enjoying the feel of her fingers in her slit, stroking and bringing herself to climax. Just as she reached her peak she looks and Michelle’s head was thrown back, her mouth in a silent scream as she came over and over. Aimee joined in the silent choir and felt her juices flowing across her hand and down her legs.
Silently crossing the room, Aimee took a wash cloth and quickly cleaned herself up then gathered her clothes and was soon dressed and sitting in the living room when the two Mikes appeared. Within minutes there was a knock at the door and room service wheeled in three large trays of food. Aimee eyed the trays, remembering just how hungry she was. The three spent the next couple of hours eating and chatting about the nights events and what other events were scheduled at the convention. Aimee wrapped her arms about Michael and kissed him hard and long. She then turned to Michelle who caught her off guard and kissed her so that she almost melted in her arms. Walking away on wobbly legs and a devilish grim, Aimee just knew there would be more times together with the two Mikes.
After a quick bath and re-doing her make-up Aimee returned to the arena to look at some of the other demonstrations scheduled for the day. Having made sure that she had all her interviews finished she was able to just enjoy the various demonstrations and the playful banter that went on between various groups. Aimee, without knowing it was to soon find herself again the center of attention. Aimee had wandered into what appeared to be a fashion show BDSM style. The women were dressed or in some cases not dressed in various styles of leather, thongs, chains, clamps and piercing. There were also women dressed in long flowing gowns and robes, short miniskirts with thigh high boots or spiked 8-inch heels. She took a seat at the rear of the room so she could watch and leave if she felt like.
As she watched the various stages of dress and undress parading on the catwalk she felt herself getting excited. She watched in rapt awe as one after another women moved up and down the catwalk, hips swaying, unfettered breasts proudly displayed or covered with the barest of materials. Aimee could feel her nipples harden and the slow wetness seeping out of her.
As she started to get up and leave, a gloved hand rested itself on her shoulder, easing her back into the seat. She turned to see who it was that had stopped her but was met with another gloved hand resting on her cheek, preventing her from turning her head. Unable to leave or turn her head she gazed again at the models, drinking in their subtle sensuality and blatant sexuality. She could feel a moan starting deep inside of her and she managed to choke it back by averting her eyes.
She closed her eyes and felt something being placed in her lap. Looking down she found her lower half covered with a blanket, much like one used at football games but lighter. She felt a gloved hand sliding up and down her leg, slowly making it ways to her wet panties. She shifted a bit, trying to move away but found she was shackled to the chair at the waist. She tried to think when that had happened and could not.
Aimee closed her eyes only to open them again when a deep voice whispered in her ear, telling her just how much he wanted to make her his. How he loved the fire in her eyes and the desire in her soul. How he had been watching her and decided that now was the best way to start. Aimee started to ask what he meant when she felt his gloved hand push itself into her through her panties. Pushing in as far as the material would let him he stroked her softly making her feel as if she was melting right there in the chair. Aimee sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it out so very slow she concentrated on the way that he was making her feel, as well as on the feeling that she was having from it. The idea that someone wanted to possess her, to make her his was sending some wonderful thoughts through her mind, which in turn were being further stimulated by this dark strangers hand and voice. He told her of his feeling and what he expected of her. As he stroked in and out of her with his fingers he explained that she was to be his and she would do so willingly. He promised her to take her desires to new highs and fuel her love making it burn hotter than ever before. She stated to reach her climax when his hand slowed and she felt the restraining shackle slipping away.
She was catching her breath as she turned to see who her stranger was and saw no one. She started to stand when she remembered the blanket. She took it and folded it up and returned to her room, her body screaming for sexual release. She was no sooner in her room than her hand was thrust between her legs and she fingered herself to orgasm, all the while thinking about what he had said.
She went to clean up and change when a knock came at the door. It was a package being delivered by the bellman of the hotel. She opened it to find first a note, and then a translucent red sequined dress, mid-thigh length and a red thong and a pair of strappy red flats. She read the note that said, “Tonight we finish what was started, wear this and meet me in the hotel lobby at 9.” She read and re-reads the note thinking about her earlier encounter. She looked at the clock, it was only 4 so there was plenty of time to think about it.
Before Aimee knew it, it was almost 7 as she rushed back to her room to start to get ready for her meeting with the dark stranger. She laid in the bath thinking about the meeting that afternoon and what the evening may hold in store for her. She remembered how his hand felt as it caressed her skin and the sudden rush of pleasure from having his fingers penetrate her. She found herself getting aroused again slipping a hand down under the water and rubbing herself back and forth. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them she felt her desire grow. She moaned softly in the quiet bath, the sound reverberating on the walls. Somehow knowing that the night would be full of passion, she forced herself to stop and just finish her bath.
She carefully did her make-up and slipped into the red dress and thong. Slipping in the strappy flats she looked at herself in the mirror smiling and nodding her approval. She found herself thinking about the two Mikes, and smile played across her face as she looked at her watch. 8:45, just enough time to make it downstairs.
Aimee could not believe what she was doing as she rode the elevator down. Never had she just followed someone’s directions like this. She also could not believe the stares and selective secreted glances she was getting from women as well as men. It was not until she looked in a mirror in the main hall of the casino that she realized that the red dress although translucent in normal light was almost transparent in the brighter lights of the hotel lobby. She looked at her watch it was already 9 as she stood by the desk waiting, watching for the man who had her so totally intrigued.
A tall man dressed in livery stopped by the desk and help up a picture, looking at the clerk who motioned over to Aimee. “Miss, the car is ready”, is all that Aimee heard as she turned towards the man. He took her by the arm and led her to the waiting limousine. Aimee slid into the back, taken a back by length and width of the special car. Aimee saw the dozen red roses and the card as she slid in and after smelling the roses she read the card. The card welcomed her and provided instructions for her to follow before the evening started. In a few minutes the driver would open his window and hand her a box that contained a silk mask. She was to put the mask on and leave it there until it was removed or she was told to remove it. Aimee waited for the mask and then following instructions she donned the mask and waited.
Soon the car slowed and stopped. She heard the door open and a hand touched her to help her from the car. A second hand took hers and she followed hearing the sounds of what she took to be a large dinner party. She was guided slowly to a chair and seated. A glass was handed to her and she sipped the contents. No one spoke directly to her so she assumed that maybe she had been wrong and that she was at a large restaurant. As she started to take another sip of wine a deep voice welcomed her and she felt a set of lips pressed on hers. The kiss was soft and full of passion as she allowed his tongue to slide pass her own and explore. As the kiss lingered she felt a familiar hand on her thigh sliding up to her junction. This time she did not swallow her moan, as she had at the fashion show, but allowed it to softly escape into his waiting mouth. His fingers soon found the spot and he brushed her hooded clit back and forth, stroking it lightly making her want him even more.
Before she could even respond he was telling her that she must not climax, that she must control herself. If she failed to control her climax then she would be escorted out never to hear from him again. If she could control her climax then she would be offered the chance to grow and explore with him. "You must make that choice," he told her; "you must decide just how weak or strong you are."
Aimee heard the voice and felt something she had never felt before in it. She could feel the fingers stroking in and out and her own climax quickly peaking. She moaned her pleasure over and over fighting the urge to give in. Her moans soon became pleas of release. Bucking in the chair, the coolness of the air on her heated thighs Aimee plead to cum. She knew that she could not hold it much longer, yet the voice had promised pleasured unknown, excitement and more. Aimee squirmed in her chair, tears flowing down her face as she begged to be allowed to cum. The pleasure was becoming to intense, each time a finger brushed against her clit it was like an electric current shooting through her. Her every nerve was afire. She pulled her breasts free and pinched her nipples, pulling them to try and ease some of the pressure she felt growing inside. Just as she thought it would never end it stopped. The hand pulled away and Aimee felt a sudden emptiness then the voice whispered “cum” and Aimee screamed as she climaxed over and over. Her juices, not flowing, but shooting out from her. Over and over she felt the waves carry her through one climax after another. Her whole body shaking and twisting until her could handle no more and she passed out.
Aimee awoke to an empty room, alone in her chair. As she cleared her head she looked about and saw a note on the table.
“You did well my pet, soon we will walk together and explore wonders you cannot imagine” was all that was printed on the paper.
Aimee stood and made her way to the door and there was the same car and diver that had dropped her off earlier. She slipped into the back seat and found another dozen roses waiting for her. Closing her eyes she thought about the night. She could not believe that she had allowed herself to be manipulated by a man she did not know, and what was of more concern was the fact that she had found pleasure in that manipulation, the control he had over her.
Aimee arrived home and drew a hot bath. Easing herself into the tub she started to relax enjoying the feel of the hot water as it covered her body. Closing her eyes she tried not thinking of anything, just emptying her mind and enjoying the hedonist feelings she was having. She slipped under the steaming water feeling it close around her like a protective womb. Aimee finished her bath and after toweling off she sat on the bed to apply her lotion. Just as she opened the top of the lotion the doorbell rang. Answering the door Aimee found a deliveryman holding three packages. Signing for them Aimee returned to her bedroom placing the packages on the table in the hall. Settling between the sheets Aimee drifted off to sleep, her mind clear of clutter but filled with images of desire and need for the mysterious man in black.
Aimee found herself standing alone in a dark room, the air warm and moist. As she looked about she saw the outer edges of the room illuminated by candle light, large tower candles in white lined the walls as scones burned above, each responsible for it’s own small part. Walking thorough the room Aimee saw a hallway, darkened but not dark, enticing but forbidden at the same time. She looked about the larger room and finding it empty of any comfort decided to explore the darkened hallway, hoping to find an exit or at the least someone to tell her where she was. She walked slowly, hand on the wall making sure of each step, not knowing what awaited her. As she moved down the hall several doors come into view. Each alike, yet with small differences like the subtle placement of the knob, or the way a design was placed. She opened the first door and again found an empty room, devoid of even a chair or a table. This occurred with each remaining door until she reached the end of the hall and the final doorway. Opening the door she jumped at the creak that came from the unused hinges. Looking about Aimee saw a beautiful bedroom. Furnished with elegant woods and marble. A huge six-poster bed standing on a marble platform caught her eye as she made her way into the room. In the far corner a wash basin sitting on a marble stand. A large fireplace dominated one wall its flames lively, shadows dancing about the opposite wall.
As Aimee looked about she felt herself growing tired. Moving to the bed she lay down, closing her eyes feeling the softness of the down stuffed mattress under her. She seemed to have just closed her eyes when she felt him in the room. Moving about the bed. Looking at her. She tried to rise but found herself strapped to the posts of the bed her clothing gone, she was nude for any and all to see if they chose. As she lay there a soft fur mask was slipped over her eyes. She could see nothing but her sense of feeling seemed to heighten.
Aimee felt a cloth on her skin, warm and wet it smelled of lilacs. She realized that she was being bathed, slow and deliberately making sure every inch was covered and washed. She could not help but become aroused as the bath continued. The softness of the cloth on her skin, the fragrance each helping to build her desire. There was no hurry, but it seemed that time slowed even more as she felt the warm cloth on her breasts, washing and at the same time caressing her. Brushing back and forth on her nipples until the jutted forth like two dusky pink peaks. She moaned softly, the only sound to be heard in the room. The bath continued down over her stomach until it reached the arm cloth on her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks as it slid between them, playing lightly with her puckered anus. Again Aimee moaned, this time a bit louder. She felt herself being turned again on to her back. The warm cloth being replaced with a hotter one as it was pressed between her legs, washing her womanhood, the outer thighs, and the upper thighs, working its way closer to her already wet slit. Aimee’s moans were becoming more guttural now, deeper and more frequent. She was also twisting slightly on the bed, straining against the cords that bound her. She felt her labia being opened and the cloth being used to clean her already flowing juices.
She knew it was a loosing battle, she was aroused and nothing would change that. Just as she thought the bath was over with she felt the cloth rub against her clit causing her to jump and her juices to flow all that more freely. Aimee moaned again as the cloth kept brushing her clit, over and over. Aimee felt her climax building deep inside, almost like it was flowing from her toes and head to her hot, dripping pussy. More than the touching and washing, more than the teasing Aimee found herself turned on more and more by the not knowing. The complete state of being unaware or what was coming next. It was almost like the hands knew what she was feeling and in response shoved three fingers deep inside of her, causing her to loudly cry out. Thrusting in and out of her the fingers sought out her special spot and massages it back and forth, changing pressure and rhythm. Aimee responded by arching her back pushing her pussy into the fingers. Mouthing silent words she started to beg. “ Oh god yes fuck my cunt harder, faster. Oh please don’t stop”. The unseen hands following her directions and she felt the fingers slamming into her, trying to reach as far into her as they could. Twisting and turning a fourth was added, stretching Aimee even wider.
“ Shit, don’t stop, please never stop “ Aimee screamed out as she humped the fingers buried in her. Knowing that she was totally under the control of unseen hands combined with the pleasure she was feeling made her all the hotter and increased her needs that much more. She was on the edge, not quite there but riding the edge as she felt the cuffs holding her legs undone and her legs spread wide as a finger was pushed in to her anus. Unable to handle the emotions and the physical urgency to climax Aimee let just let go flooding the bed and floor as she felt a finger invading her anus.
“ God I am cumminnnggg,” feeling both holes filled, she screamed out, “Fuck me, fuck me deep and hard.” Now both hands were flying in and out of her as she climaxed over and over.
Aimee awoke with a start and looked about the room, realizing where she was. Her nightclothes soaked with sweat, her hands, thighs and sheets wet with her juices. Aimee realized that she had been pleasuring herself, there was no one else. Sliding back under the sheets Aimee smiled knowing that it was more than just the idea of sex, more than just the idea of power, it was all about control and desire. Aimee now understood what her path was to be, but she still had no idea on how she would travel it or what would happen along way.
Aimee climbed from the bed and took a long shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water on her skin washing away the sticky residue, the needle points of heat on her nipples and lips, playing on her clit. She moaned, her nipples growing from the heat and the sharp sting of the spray. Turning back and forth she savored the feeling of her excitement, the way she responded to her growing desire and her nipples reflecting that desire. She leaned back allowing the water to perform it’s magic, not touching herself but allowing it to massage her to a climax. Never had she felt as free as she did this morning. No longer willing to be a part of any one thing but a part of everything. Leaning back against the shower wall she allowed the water to wash over her womanhood, it sharp needles slowly bringing her to a flowing climax, one easy rolling peak after another. Her knees giving way beneath her she sank to the floor of the shower, savoring the heat and steam relaxing in the aftermath of her climaxes. It seemed like hours that she lay there, the heat and water surrounding her, acting as a cleansing for her soul. Slowly she stood knees weak and left the shower, her interest in the delivery from the evening before urging her to not return to bed but to explore.
After slipping on a pair of gym shorts and a t-top Aimee took the three packages that had arrived the evening before and set then on the living room table. Pouring a glass of juice and a cup of coffee she returned and just sat staring at the boxes, trying to figure out what they were for and who sent them since there was no return address or instructions. Looking at the packages she sipped her juice, pausing to run the tip of her pink tongue along her lower lip she reached for the manila envelope. Breaking the seal Aimee slid out the papers out and started to read.
Three hours later she stopped and looked at the coffee in front of her sitting cold and untouched. Laying down the papers she went and made a fresh pot, waiting for it to perk she thought about what she had read. Limits list, contracts, expectations for her and for her to think about. Positions, respect, trust all just words before but now forming into something else. Sipping her coffee she opened the first box and found a collection of panties and bras, several different colors and styles. Beneath that several pairs of shoes, all with heels from 4 to 6 inches. Nothing like she was use to wearing but all stylish and chic. Her curiosity peaked she opened the last package and found several dresses and several toga looking wrap arounds.
Before she could take the new clothes to her room and try them on the phone rang.
“ Hello,” said Aimee.
“Did you get the packages I had sent to you last night?” a deep voice asked.
“Yes I did, I was just about to go and try them on.”
“ No, don’t do that. I want you to go to your room and select a pair of thong panties that you think will please me, next take the red dress and the red shoes and wear them to work today, I want you to look your best for when I see you. Remember you do not know when I will see you but I will.”
Aimee paused for a minute, thinking about what he was telling her before she heard her self-saying “ Yes, Sir”.
“ Very good little one, I will contact you later about this evening”.
Aimee started to ask who he was but the phone went dead before she could. Aimee went about the task she had been assigned and took the selected clothes back to her bedroom and laid then out. She stripped off the shorts and the t-top spending time looking at her body. She took out her lotion and after putting some in her hand she slowly applied it to her legs. Spreading the lotion on her skin she massaged her legs muscles as she went enjoying the feeling of strength that was there. She hands then moved to her feet, she enjoyed the feel of her slippery fingers moving between her toes and along the ball of her foot. Next she applied the lotion to her neck and shoulders, rubbing in a tight circles. Moving down her chest, massaging her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. She pulled hard on her nipple rings and felt a shock run through her. She paused, looked at the bedside clock and decided that if she kept this up she would be late for work so with a sigh she finished putting on her lotion. Slipping into the cream colored thong she next picked up the dress. Looking at the cut and style she felt a little uncomfortable going without a bra because of her erect nipples, knowing that her rings would show. Donning the red dress, its hem line falling just below her knees, she could feel the fabric against her already excited and sensitive nipples making them all them more erect. Slipping the red shoes on she looked into the mirror and saw not the gothic beauty that she use to imagine herself being but something else, something fresh and lovely, desirable and wanting. After putting on her make-up she hurried to catch a cab to work and made it just in time for the afternoon staff meeting.
Aimee, I want to congratulate you on that BDSM piece that you wrote. We have had a shit load of comments from almost all sectors of the community. The alternative sector thought you handled it well and presented the information with out bias, while the more straight-laced groups like your Ministerial Alliances are condemning you for even thinking about exposing the world to such depravity.” said Aimee’s Editor in Chief, a very large smile covering his face. “ We were however wondering just how in-depth did you go to get the information you cited.” Aimee not wanting to answer to many questions just smiled and responded with, “ I only did what I need to do to make the story interesting and enjoyable, and, (with a dramatic pause), maybe a little bit to make it interesting and enjoyable for me as well.”
“Well I can promise you this, there will be a nice little something for you in your check this week, This was one of the best stories we have had in quite a while”
Aimee just sat and smiled as the others gave her a round of applause before returning back to work.
Aimee continued to work through the different stories she had on her desk, making corrections and getting them ready for print. Yet in the midst of her hectic day she still heard his words in the back of her mind. “ Will see you”. So she watched the others around her trying to figure out which it was that has so affected her. Just as the clock clicked over to six the phone rang. Aimee answered it and was told to come to a very high profile restaurant on the south side of the city. Aimee took a cab to the restaurant and as she walked in she was greeted by the matre’d who escorted her to a private room in the back of the restaurant. Upon entering she noticed the table was covered with rose petals, a bouquet of red roses in the center of the table. She also saw the familiar envelope setting against them and a small box as well. Aimee sat for a minute collecting her thoughts smoking a cigarette a smile across her face.
She reached for the envelope opening it slowly, not knowing what instructions waited. She read the note slowly and then reached for the box. Opening it she withdrew the mask inside, Reaching under her dress she removed her thong and folded it up, placing it in the box. Closing the lid she took her seat, sitting very straight she slipped on the mask and waited. Hands folded in front of her she had no idea how much time passed before she felt a breeze moving across her legs. A warm breath whispered in her ear telling her lovely she looked and how proper she was sitting. Softly a kiss was planted on her waiting lips, she started to return it but the he pulled away.
“Not just yet little one, not just yet”, he said.
A second voice came into range and she heard him ordering dinner for both of them as well as the wine. She waited until he spoke to her again, waited with her desire growing her needs unmet. As soon as the waiter left he leaned into Aimee, his hand caressing her thigh. Aimee sighed at his touch, currents of lust cascading through her. He whispered to her softly, his voice deep and filled with strength.
“ I admire the way that you have followed my directions little one, you have done well”, punctuating his compliment with a stroke on her upper thigh, fingertips just barely brushing her swollen outer lips. She gasped at his touch and say, saying nothing as he continued.
“I knew that you were the right one the moment that I met you, I saw through the confusion, I saw the desire in your eyes at some of the demonstrations. Am I right?”
“Yes Sir,” was all that Aimee could say, her breath was almost like a pant, her nostrils starting to flare. The excitement was slow building but intense never the less.
He continued to stroke her thigh, moving is hand up and down, getting near to her wet pussy, brushing her but never quite making solid contact. Teasing her forcing her to stretch her limits. Aimee knew what was expected and she fought to keep control over her bodies own reflexes. She struggled with her own desires and passion, her own lust for this stranger, this man whose face she had never seen.
After what seemed to be hours of teasing and taunting the smell of dinner wafted across the room and it was almost enough to cover the smell of heated desire that he had brought about in Aimee. Aimee turned her had towards the direction she thought he was sitting at and started to ask about dinner. Before she could say anything her told her that she could remove the blindfolds and eat, but she was not to look up from her plate or speak. If she did looked up or spoke the blindfold would be replaced and her dinner would be over. Aimee sat quietly and waited as the blindfold was removed. As excited, as she was to maybe have a look at her date, her dream, she kept her head down and slowly ate her dinner. After a couple of bites she realized that she was famished. They ate in silence, no words or sounds except for the clinking of glassware and silver. As soon as she finished the final bite of food on her plate the blindfold was returned and she entered again into the darkness.
Aimee sat waiting for the next move in the lovers’ chess match; the next move would determine the course of the evening. She felt his hand on her leg moving its way up to her junction. She was still wet from earlier and her excitement was not curbed, only slightly dormant. With in a few minutes his precise touches and soft strokes brought it forth again, inflaming her as he stroked her slit. She moaned and lay back, as he penetrated her with his fingers. Slow and gentle he massaged her inner walls, knowing all along what he was doing, knowing that his touch was driving her upwards. That his touch was making her his with each passing moment.
Aimee found herself lost in the moment, lost in his touch. Unable to make any type of a response except the acceptance of his affections and attention. She found that she was slowly giving herself to him, without question or reservation. She also felt a sense of fear, fear of the unknown. Fear of what may occur if she released her control, or the control she felt she still had. Aimee moaned through slightly parted lips, known that while she dare not speak she instead found herself consciously controlling her building orgasm. Aimee knew that she was getting closer to her climax and she fought back the feeling that here building inside of her. She just knew that it was important that she keep control of herself for him, nothing else mattered but making him happy. As his fingers continued to stroke in and out she knew could feel his fire within his touch. She knew that he was testing her, wanting to see if her lesson earlier has been enough. Her breath catching as she in healed and exhaled her started to pant slightly as she struggled to keep control. His breath was now hot on her neck as he whispered in her ear, “Very good my pet, you have learned to keep control and that pleases me.” She smiled as he said that, knowing that this one act might bring her closer to him and to what he offered.
Aimee voice was soft and hesitant as she took a breath and asks, “please may I cum now, I can barely hang on. Please, please let me cum.”
With this simple request he paused and told her, “yes I will let you but not quite yet. Taking her by the hand he stood her up and turned her around. Pushing against her back he pushed her on to the table. She felt her dress being raised above her hips and his hands parting her legs, spreading her wide opened. Again she felt his fingers invade her, stroking and teasing her as she moaned and groaned, grinding against his hand. Suddenly his hand withdrew and she heard him freeing himself and then the touch of his penis on her swollen lips, playing about then with one swift thrust he buried himself deep into her. His balls slapping her ass. He paused allowing her a minute to adjust then he withdrew almost all the way before slamming back into her. Aimee cried out in lustful passion, as she felt herself filled.
Smiling to himself he started to rock back and forth, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in again and again. Aimee cried out each time. The pure sexual energy he conveyed taking her over. Her body shaking as she felt herself filled over and over with his strokes. Her cries of passion were filling the room, as she clawed the edge of the table hanging on as he continued to take possession of her body. Her orgasm building and just when she could hang on no more he paused and calmed her by stroking her hair and whispering his pleasure in her ear. Just as she started to calm, he knew just when to start to pound in and out of her with even more energy.
Aimee began to thrash about as he plowed in to her wet hot pussy, “ Yes, yes fuck me, harder, please fuck me hard.” she cried out as he slammed into her. Opening up even wider all Aimee could think about was him taking her over and over, the pleasure it brought and finally the pleasure she was giving. “ Yes deeper and faster”, she moaned,
“God yes fuck me, make me cum just for you.” With these words she started to hutch back against him, loving the way he felt as he slammed his thick, long cock into her over and over.
Just when Aimee could not believe that it could get any stronger, any hotter than it was, she felt a pressure against her anus. His strokes were longer and slower now, forcing Aimee to calm down, again depriving her of her much needed orgasm, She whimpered as she felt him slow not knowing what was next. Her mind played out a hundred different scenarios in minutes. Then she felt the pressure against her anus, his finger probing her tightly clenched ass. She moaned slightly as he finally worked his finger into her and begins twisting it about loosening her slightly. She could feel her orgasm building almost immediately as he continued his slow and easy strokes in and out of her wet hot pussy. After a few minutes he pulled his finger out and she felt empty for a second before she again felt a pressure on her anus. She relaxed expecting his fingers to return but was greeted by intense pressure and shocking pain as he shoved a large butt plug into her.
She cried out from he shock as well as the pain as he worked and seated the plug before starting again the long hard strokes in and out of her. Now she could feel herself relaxing to the plug, feel it filling her as he filled her over and over with his deep long strokes, she moaned out knowing that this had to be it, her climax building as he shifted about and started to drive into her. Working her towards a sexual frenzy. Faster and faster he thrust into her. Aimee rocking back and forth to meet his thrust crying out in passion again and again, as he would shift a little and tease a new spot. Almost unable to take any more she started to beg. “ Please, oh god please let me cum, I cannot take any more. You, please Sir let me cum”. A tear rolling down her face as the pleasure was slowly turning to exquisite pleasure/pain. He kept up the rhythm as he laid his hand on her head and told her that she pleased him in ways she would not fully understand. With that he flipped a switch on the butt plug and Aimee’s knees gave way as her whole body experienced the vibrations coming from the plug. Unable to hold back any me she screamed as the first of her climaxes washed over her, again and again she came, screaming out obscenities and words of love all mixed together.
“ Oh god yes, fuck take me Sir, fuck me over and over. Ooh I love you, I love you”. She cried out. “I am cumminggg againnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.”
Over and over Aimee climaxed, her whole body shaking and thrashing about with such violence that he lay on top of her to restrain her. Just as her body slowed and the final ripples of pleasure coursed their way through her He thrust deep inside of her. Grabbing her hair he pulled her head up as he came, flooding her with this seed this was the final action for Aimee as she passed out on the table. Her final thoughts were of Him standing over her, holding her hair and calling her his little pet.
Aimee had no idea how long she had been out. She awoke in her own bed, alone. Her clothes removed and folded in a neat pile in the chair. She started to stretch feeling the pain between her legs and in her ass reliving her memories of the night before. She heard water being ran in the bathroom an slowly got up, wrapping a sheet about herself she made her way to the bathroom. There she saw a lovely young girl of no more than 20, dressed in a short skirt with a soft gauze blouse kneeling beside the tub almost filled with steaming hot water with a cup of coffee in her hand. “My name is Angela, and I am here to assist you this morning. My Master thought you would need a little help today”, handing Aimee the coffee Angela poured some bath salts into the tub. Aimee sipped the coffee, not sure of what to expect but praying that sex was not on the agenda for this morning.
Aimee caught herself laughing out loud at the thought she just had, never had she ever had such a thought. Handing Angela the cup Aimee allowed the sheet to fall as she stepped into the tub, easing down in the hot water, feeling it relaxing her body. Taking the cup back she sipped the coffee as Angela started washing her, working her way up from her feet.
By the time Angela has reached her breasts Aimee had finished the coffee and was relaxing, enjoying the treatment she was getting.
“So Angela, tell me about your Master,” Aimee said.
“Well he is quite special and he loves me dearly, and I feel most happy that he has decided to choose another to join us, I love the idea of having a sister to share with.”
Aimee paused and thought about the night before and smiles, thinking that maybe having a sister would not be so bad after all. Her mind settled she listened as Angela explained how the house worked and what sort of things she was expected to do, then Aimee asked the really important question,
“Angela what does the Master look like”?
Angela paused and looked Aimee in the eyes and smiled, “ no one knows. His face is always covered if we are not blindfolded, makes the serving all the more pleasurable, and the receiving of the Masters pleasures all the more exciting.”
Angela finished the bath and took Aimee into the bedroom, drying her and helping her get dressed and ready. She had just finished her hair when the door bell rang and Aimee was rushed to the living room, and Angela told her to kneel, showing her how. Aimee took the position and a blindfold was slipped over her eyes as she waited. Heard the front door open she could feel another presence in the room.
His spoke to her softly, his voice making her shiver, not from fear but form admiration, no more than that love.
“Well Aimee, you have had a taste of what I have to offer and a chance to think, do you believe that you would like to take a journey with me, a walk to places you have never been?” he asked.
Aimee just stayed in her position, eyes downcast she hands folded on her knees as she gathered the courage to whisper the word, “yes Sir”.
With that he took her by the chin and then by the hand standing her up. He had he place her right foot on the coffee table and then he slipped a gold ankle bracelet on her. “This is my gift to you to show that you are mine. As time passes you will learn more and grow even more and when the time comes you will offer me the greatest of all gifts and then and only then will I make you mine as I have done with your little sister Angela. Pausing as Angela showed Aimee the choker she wore, made of gold and engraved. Until that point Aimee had not even noticed it. Aimee stood up and then knelt again as she had knowing that this was what she had needed for so long and that here search was over.
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