Pleasure In Control

Pleasure in Control Ch. 15

This is part of a much longer story and to get the most enjoyment from this chapter you should really read the previous 14 chapters first. Now there are only two more to come!

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Kirsten had been sitting on the edge of her seat as I recounted the whole story of the previous Friday evening's 'party' in the Passionella White Room.

"Shit, Julie!" she exclaimed, leaning back in her chair, "what a fucking amazing experience! You must have been exhausted."

I smiled contentedly as I recalled the intense cocktail of emotions and physical sensations I had experienced.

"It was both draining and, erm ... , stimulating," I replied. "I can't even remember how I got home that night but I slept solidly right through until Terri arrived at lunch time the next day. When I woke up my whole body ached and my pussy felt like it was on fire. My head was fuzzy and I couldn't sit up but I was feeling so horny I had to spread my legs wide apart as I lay in my bed and slide my hands down ..."

"Stop, stop, Julie, I can't take any more!" Kirsten interrupted, looking skywards and rolling her captivating eyes before calling over the waiter and ordering another two beers.

I apologised for talking too much and studied the intoxicatingly gorgeous woman sitting opposite me. Kirsten had been away for two weeks and I'd missed her desperately. I looked her up and down as she sipped her cold beer through pouting, glossy lips. She was wearing stiletto-heeled fashion shoes below a calf-length skirt. I could see the lines of her bra-straps through her tight-fitting fine knitted top as they traced their path over her taught, firm shoulders. But her nipples were obvious, seeming unrestrained by any bra-cups. Kirsten saw me admiring her breasts and caught my eye; she smiled and half-closed her eyes knowingly. How could any bra be so sheer and diaphanous as to permit her buds to protrude so visibly?

Tearing my eyes away from her pert mounds, I move up and focussed on the narrow choker around her slender neck. Right at the front swung a small gold padlock.

"Have you missed me, Julie?" Kirsten enquired. I only half heard the question, my mind being occupied feasting on her body. My dreamy response answered her question.

"Oh, er, huh? What did you...? Err, of course, Kirsten, love."

"Love?" she quizzed. She'd picked up on what might have been careless usage of the word, or maybe there was a deeper meaning in my term of endearment.

"Just an expression," I half-lied.

"So I'm not that important to you then," Kirsten countered.

I was digging myself into a hole. "Oh, I don't know," I rambled, as I tried to fit together the pieces of the last few months of my life. "I've made so many new girl-friends and many more girl-acquaintances recently I'm not sure how it all fits."

Kirsten's body language urged me to elaborate. I thought for a few moments ...

"I get along really well with most of the Passionella Dems," I explained. "Especially Vikki, she is very self-confident and puts me at ease. She's fun to be with and very mature. I like her a lot, both physically and personally. Abigail isn't my type really and Fiona is too intense; she carries too much emotional baggage. I've gone right off Stevie, she's arrogant and too assertive for me even though I adore her body. But Danielle; she and I get on fantastically. I must tell you about some of our exploits. We seem to have really hit it off and I'd like to get to know her better."

"What about the office staff?" Kirsten probed.

I continued: "Well, I'm infatuated with Rachel's breasts and behaviourally she's developing from a girl into a woman. I like her new hair-style. But I really don't know her well at all. But I think she fancies me."

Kirsten leaned closer. What about your contacts outside the organisation"

I thought for a moment, focussing only on the people Kirsten knew.

"Terri's my favourite plaything. She's so confident about her sexuality. And I think you know Xara?" Kirsten nodded. "She's high risk, high octane voluptuous-on-legs. She's challenging and fulfils my need for no-strings excitement."

"Linda?" Kirsten prompted.

I reddened. "Sorry, can't say." I couldn't know what Kirsten might or might not have heard about me and Linda and as she was our employer I didn't dare betray our confidentiality.

Kirsten then fell silent, looked me in the eye and finally asked: "What about me? Do you love me?"

I took a deep breath and tried to speak but I couldn't find the words. A simple 'yes' wouldn't have fully explained how I felt.

Kirsten let me off the hook and called over the waiter. She paid the bill on her Passionella card (so this evening is work, not play?) took me by the hand and led me back to her apartment. We chatted vacuously as we walked home. We both nervously anticipated our first opportunity to spend some intimate time together for several weeks and I wondered what Kirsten might have in mind.

When we arrived she almost pushed me through her front door and threw her jacket on the floor.

"I'll make the coffees ..." I offered, but Kirsten pulled me firmly towards her and cut short my sentence by planting a long, passionate kiss full on my lips. I weakened at the knees and felt a warm glow between my legs.

Kirsten stepped back and stood facing me with her hands on her hips, signalling 'I'm in charge' Then she reached into her bag and pulled out two long gold chains, to which were attached two tiny, dissimilar gold keys, one on each chain. She put them on the table in front of me

Kirsten folded her arms and threw her head to one side, flicking her hair out of her eyes. She looked straight at me, then down at the keys.

I picked them up. I guessed one was for the tiny padlock on the choker around her taut neck, but what was other one for?, I wondered.

Kirsten spoke in a hushed, intensely sensual and mysteriously poetic voice.

"Julie, you hold the key to my pleasure. You may find this hard to believe, but I've been saving myself for you and I've been looking forward to this evening more than I can describe. So ..." Kirsten's mouth was dry and her voice wavered as she continued " ... unlock me, and let the Genie out of the bottle."

I felt so excited. I'd been feeling aroused all evening but now I was overwhelmed with passion. Looking down at Kirsten's nipples as they poked aggressively through her top I was in no doubt that Kirsten was as turned on as I was. I reached out a trembling hand and confirmed that indeed, one of the keys released the lock under Kirsten's chin. The choker fell away as I symbolically released her and Kirsten breathed a long sigh. She rubbed her neck which was slightly reddened from the tight choker then ran her hands down her torso, hooking her fingers under the lower edge of her tight top. Kirsten's mood changed appreciably and she quickly pulled her top upwards over her breasts and over her head.

I gasped.

The mystery of Kirsten's ultra-sheer bra was revealed, and so were her breasts! Her 'bra' was not really a bra at all, but merely a web of narrow black straps that framed her pert boobs without covering them at all. Single strips of satin ran under them and around her back whilst twin bands ran upwards between them before dividing and meeting slender shoulder straps on either side. At every join sat a small Passionella logo clasp and the whole web of intrigue framed her small but engorged breasts beautifully. Her boobs needed little support, and it gave them none, only accentuating their shape as they sat high and proud on her small frame.

"Where did you get that from?" I asked.

Kirsten explained that it was from the new Pleasure In Control range, as she ran her fingers down the shoulder straps, under her breasts and up between them. She invited me to take it off her, pointing to the front-fastening clasp in the centre, but I declined: "No way. You look fantastic in that. I'm going to leave it on and enjoy the view. I'm sure it won't get in the way." Kirsten smiled and nodded, taking my hands and placing them over her protruding nipples. Shaking, I gently grazed my palms over her swollen buds and felt them grow harder against my touch. Kirsten closed her eyes and moaned: "Oh, Julie, I've missed you so much."

I allowed my hands to roam over her warm flesh, tracing the lines of her black satin web. 'Pleasure In Control' I thought to myself. I was deriving a huge amount of pleasure, but exhibiting very little self-control as I kneaded and cupped her boobs.

I realised that Kirsten had opened her eyes and was feasting them on my own twin mounds, straining against my sheer bra, my clingy dress having moulded itself to their rounded shape. Looking down, I could see why they had caught Kirsten's attention.

"It's true then," Kirsten whispered, half-way between a question and a statement.

"What is, Kirsten?" I replied, almost certain that I knew what she meant.

"You've had your nips done, haven't you," she purred, looking up at me with a knowing smile and receiving the answer she sought solely in my confirming expression.

Looking in the mirror, I put my hands on my hips and pushed back my shoulders to exaggerate the effect. Yes, the shape of my firm, aroused nipples was clearly visible through my thin clothing and, yes, Kirsten was able to see my nipple rings too.

I nodded.

"Let me see, please," Kirsten pleaded. I gave her permission.

Kirsten moved around behind me as I faced the mirror and unzipped the back of my dress. Slipping it off my shoulders, she encouraged it to fall to the floor and I stepped out of it, turning to face her. The cups of my silk bra were gossamer-thin but opaque (so Kirsten could still not see my nipples although she could now easily discern their outline shape) and my pussy was hot and moist so my pants were already damp. I adjusted their waist-band, pulling it high on my hips so the small triangle of silk pulled tight against my mound, then reached behind my back to unclip my bra. My nipples strained hard against their concealing cups in eager anticipation of their imminent release.

"No, let me," Kirsten offered.

I turned to face her with my back to the mirror and Kirsten pressed her bare boobs against me as she reached behind my rib-cage. Unfastening the Passionella logo clip she peeled off my sheer silk bra and stepped back, her eyes darting from one breast to the other, up to my eyes then back down to my adorned nipples.

"Oh, Julie, they're beautiful!" she exclaimed. "May I?"

I positively encouraged her to touch them and she reached out with shaking fingers. Tenderly she ran them over my breasts, around my areolae then she grazed her fingernails over my nipples. I moaned and had to steady myself by placing my hands on Kirsten's shoulders as wonderfully erotic sensations welled up in my boobs and spread down to my pussy.

Kirsten took my reaction as a positive signal and hooked her long, manicured nails under my nipple rings and lifted them, flicked them gently a few times. I moaned loudly and pressed my knees together, gyrating a little to concentrate the feelings inside my moist pants.

Communicating in the wordless language we used to express our wants and desires to each other, Kirsten hooked the long, slender nails of her little fingers under and through my rings and waited for my sign. I nodded almost imperceptibly and waited. Kirsten slowly raised her hands, gradually taking the weight of my swollen boobs and further extending my already-protruding nipples. The feelings were literally magnificent, magnified by the rings that speared my buds, and by my intense desire for Kirsten.

I pushed against Kirsten's shoulders pushing them back and increasing the tension in her fingers. Kirsten responded by pulling my rings harder and higher, lifting my nipples and stretching my breasts into cones tipped with taut, red points.

The pleasure I experienced mingled confusingly with a mild but exciting pain. I remember holding that position for what seemed like ages, my head swimming deliciously until Kirsten unhooked her nails and my nipples quickly retracted. I bit my bottom lip and let out a stifled moan as the blood and with it the sensation returned to my nipples. I was about to rebuke Kirsten when I realised that the sensation was actually pleasurable as the cocktail of chemicals in my bloodstream played tricks on my brain.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"I think you enjoyed that," Kirsten under-stated.

"Yes, that was brilliant! I've had a lot of fun since I had my little beauties mutilated. You ought to get yours done, then I could show you."

Kirsten put her finger to my mouth, interrupting me: "I could show you a thing, or two, Julie. You'll see."

I was intrigued, but excused myself as I made my way to the kitchen to take an ice-cube from the freezer to sooth my sore nipples, the natural analgesic effect of sexual stimulation having temporarily worn off.

When I returned, Kirsten was rummaging in a drawer beside her bed and retrieved a small, decorated box. Opening it, she explained that she had purchased its contents in Covent Garden market from a stall selling period jewellery.

"Look," she exclaimed, holding up a pair of earrings. Each consisted of a large pearl from which dropped a chain about 2 inches long with a smaller pearl at its end. "See how they attach?" I looked closely and recognised the attachment method from my childhood when I used to borrow my grandmother's earrings. They were made for un-pierced ears and each had an open D-shaped loop with a knurled screw across its open jaw.

"Here, put them on me," Kirsten suggested, but as I took one and offered it to her ear, she pushed away my hand. Then I realised. She wanted me to attach them to her nipples!

Kirsten's buds had relaxed as we'd been talking and were too small to attach the screw clamps but she picked up my ice cube and rubbed it on first one then the other bud. They darted out to attention, long and hard, and I tightened the screws sufficiently to take the weight of the pearls.

Kirsten smiled. Then she swayed gently, causing the pearls to swing in unison. "Mmmm, that's good. I've been looking forward to trying these ever since I bought them" she sighed, but her voice trailed off and she frowned. I guessed that anaesthetic effect of the ice had subsided and I asked Kirsten if I should loosen them, but she declined. In fact, her nipples had become aroused and had swollen further, tightening the grip of the clamps.

Kirsten moved towards me and placed her hands on my shoulders, pressing me down. I bent my knees a little in response and realised what Kirsten intended. She rocked her upper body so her adornments swung back and forth and she leant forward so the pearls knocked against my own nipple rings.

The sensation was pleasurable for both of us and we squealed and giggled as we shared the experience. But soon the arousing sensations became more intense and urgent. My pussy was twitching and begged for some attention and I pressed my silk-encased mound against Kirsten's upper thigh, rubbing against her like a bitch on heat. Kirsten pulled me to her and we pressed our bodies together, trapping our nipple jewellery between our breasts. Tiny rivers of perspiration ran down Kirsten's breasts and tummy and mingled with mine where our bodies touched.

The feelings were sensational, but did not prepare me for what happened next. Kirsten's pearl-laden chains had become entangled with my nipple rings and as she pulled back from me, her boobs and mine strained with the tension. We experienced the most fantastic pleasure as we pulled tighter then relaxed a little, sending waves of excitement through our grossly-extended nipples. Time and again we repeated the sequence, bending backwards form our hips, pulling our breasts into long cone-shapes whilst pressing our thighs against each other and grinding our pubic mounds together.

Sensing that we might both be close to orgasm, Kirsten broke the rhythm and countered my obvious disappointment with promises of more and better things still to come. I descended from my fast approaching but unattained summit, feeling frustrated but horny as I could ever remember. I trusted Kirsten and knew that release would not be far away and tried to guess what she might do next. But as the fire in my nipples subsided a little Kirsten did not, as I expected, remove the clamps from hers but instead busied herself with the fastenings of her skirt.

I always enjoyed watching Kirsten undress and she knew that. I sat down on the edge of her bed, ready to enjoy the show. Kirsten slipped the garment down her hips and turned slowly through 360 degrees as she pulled down first one side then the other with her thumbs. Finally she let it fall to the ground and I allowed a broad grin to spread across my face. To my delight, Kirsten's panties matched her bra, more in what was absent than in what was present. Her panties were in fact just a miniscule thong, no more than a single narrow black satin strap around her waist and two that disappeared between her legs, leaving her minute triangle of neatly-trimmed pubic hair clearly visible.

Kirsten tottered the length of her apartment on her high stilettos and back again, as sexy and elegant as any catwalk model, before inviting comment.

"Absolutely gorgeous," I sighed with approval, "so that's what you meant when you said you could 'show me a thing or two, yes?"

"No," she countered, "but this is."

Kirsten pulled up a chair in front of me and sat on its front edge. She spread her knees, allowing the twin webs of her thong to part and nestle in the deep valleys at the tops of her inner thighs, either side of her pussy. Then she lifted first one then the other leg and placed her feet either side of me on the edge of her bed, and she leant back against the chair. This gave me a full view of her perfectly-formed pussy, and my jaw dropped.

"Kirsten," I squealed, "you sexy bitch! What's this all about?"

Swinging from her pussy was a tiny gold padlock suspended from, and securing together, two small gold rings. These were looped through piercings in her inner labial lips, either side of her vaginal opening.

"You're the only one who knows," Kirsten reassured me, "apart from the woman at the parlour of course."

"And presumably I hold the key, right?" I asked, holding up the other chain.

Kirsten nodded. "I'm impenetrable. I've kept myself locked away waiting for you. How many nights would I have loved to slip a long, fulfilling dildo deep inside me, or slide a living, energetic vibrator into my tunnel?" I took this to be a rhetorical question and said nothing. Taking the second key, I knelt between Kirsten's legs and slipped it into the glistening lock. Turning it, the lock snapped open and Kirsten jumped as the sensation was transmitted directly into her pussy lips. I unhooked the loop from her rings and her lips unfolded like blossoming flower-petals as her swollen, engorged cunt spread and moisture oozed from her pink opening.

Kirsten let out a long moan of release and pleasure. She tipped back her head and sighed as I placed the palms of my hands on her inner thighs. Leaning forward, I dipped my head and planted noisy kisses on her golden rings then ran my tongue along the full length of her gash, right up to her clit. I breathed in the heady aroma of her femininity and lingered there until Kirsten began to breathe quickly; I'd had an idea.

Pulling away, I motioned for Kirsten to lay back on the bed. I slipped off my dripping-wet panties and clambered over her as she lay on her back. I used the small padlock from Kirsten's choker to attach one of Kirsten's gold chains to one of my nipple rings. Then I threaded the chain through both of Kirsten's cunt-rings and attached the free end to my other nipple ring using the remaining padlock. Kirsten lifted her head to see what I was doing, but sank back into the soft bedding with a sigh as soon as I began to move. As I had hoped, by moving my upper body from side to side I could cause the chain to slide through Kirsten's pussy rings. She gasped and shook as I slowly dragged the links through her labial adornments, the vibrations travelling directly into her pussy and the varying tension in the chain tugging at her sensitive flesh. Of course, those same tensions and vibrations were also reproduced in my nipples which became hugely erect and sensitive.

Kirsten was busy at her end too, but I could not see what she was doing. I felt my climax building again between my legs as my pussy pouted close to Kirsten's face. I was desperate for Kirsten to frig me off and sure enough I soon felt her fingers on my pussy, and a feeling of something pinching me, just above my clit.

"Hold still, sweetie," Kirsten insisted, "there!"

To my immense frustration, Kirsten removed her hands, but I could still feel something against my clit, and an exciting sensation I could not explain.

Taking my weight on one hand, I slipped my other one between my legs and felt what Kirsten had done. She'd unscrewed an earring from one nipple and had clamped it on my clit hood. The large pearl was jammed against my erect clitoris and when I moved my hips I experienced delicious sensations that soon overwhelmed the slight unpleasantness of the clamping screw. Experimenting more, I arched my back and tilted my pelvis so the earring's delicate chain dragged across my slit and, if I rocked gently, I could make the smaller pendulous pearl bang against the opening to my gaping vagina. It felt fantastic!

"Oh, yes, Julie, that just great" Kirsten encouraged, her voice urgent and wavering. My rhythmical movements sent waves of pleasure through both our bodies and for at least 15 minutes I performed every combination of body gyrations I could conjure up. Kirsten was treated to a close-up view of my tormented pussy, which I could feel was becoming more and more engorged and dripping wet with my lubricant.

"Hey, Julie, you're drowning me!" she exclaimed, and I looked down through my cleavage to see Kirsten licking sticky trails of my pre-orgasmic juices from her face.

My nipples were becoming sore from the tension in the chain and I accepted that I/we were unlikely to reach orgasm like this so I unlocked one end of the chain from my right nipple. Unthreading it from Kirsten's lip rings I stood up and pulled her to her feet. She expressed disappointment but I elicited sympathy for my fiery-red, aching buds, the left one of which still had its padlock and chain attached. Kirsten leant forward and blew on them (the slight cooling effect was most welcome) before crouching slightly and parting her legs. She inserted the middle finger of first one hand and then the other into her pussy, pulling each one out slowly creating a deliciously sexy squelching sound. She held her fingers under my nose so I could smell her musk and she rubbed her moistened fingertips and thumbs together, spreading her ample lubricant. Then she smeared the slippery pussy-juice over my nipples and my areolae as a salve, moistening them and causing them to glisten provocatively in the subtle, focussed light of my apartment.

I shuddered and moaned as she slowly teased my tormented nipples, smearing her slippery fluid over them and pulling, squeezing and twisting them. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I savoured the intense feelings that ran down through my body and shot bolts of arousing sensation deep into my pussy.

Just as I was tuning into her rhythmical movements, she let go of my hot, aching buds and I sighed as I awaited her next move. I felt a tug and I opened my eyes to see Kirsten attaching the spare padlock and chain to my right nipple ring. She already had the other end of the chain trapped between her tongue and her top row of teeth. She then bit the chain hard and pulled. I could have moved towards her, but instinctively I leaned back to match her tension, pulling my right nipple and breast into an extended cone. I pulled harder as the pleasure mingled with pain and I tried to breathe deeply as I concentrated on the mixed sensations. Soon, my nipple became numb and the feelings subsided but as I moved towards Kirsten to slowly release the tension, she suddenly let the chain slip from between her teeth. My breast quickly returned to its natural shape and the blood rushed back into my contracting nipple, shooting fresh pleasure-pain sensations through my aching breast. I yelled and winced and Kirsten placed her hands on my upper arms to steady me.

I was desperately close to orgasm now and I looked at her pleadingly with half-closed eyes as I savoured the arousing feelings. Kirsten knew me well enough to know that I was enjoying her game and she took the other chain between her teeth.

"Oh, no!!!!!"," I moaned, when really I meant 'yes, please' and Kirsten subjected my neglected left nipple to the same exquisite treatment. My pussy was alive and I magnified my pleasure by rocking my pelvis so my pussy-pearls swung and banged against my tormented cunt.

Leaving the chains dangling down the front of my breasts, and my emotions dangling by an imaginary thread, Kirsten walked away from me.

"Oh, Kirsten, please won't you finish me off?" I pleaded, "where are you going?"

Kirsten pulled a familiar box from the drawer beside her bed and took out a small, purple vibrator. My mind swam deliriously as I imagined what she might be intending to do with it and Kirsten smiled. She motioned for me to stand with my back to the wall, which I did willingly, spreading my legs to welcome the new arrival. Kirsten switched on the toy and I closed my eyes, listening to its provocative hum. But instead of kneeling to administer that eagerly-anticipated 'buzz of excitement' on my clit, she took hold of the free end of one of my nipple-chains and pulled gently. With her other hand she ran the vibrator slowly back and forth along its length so that the vibrations transmitted right into the very core of my nipple. The sensations became more intense each time she moved the toy closer to my breast, and subsided frustratingly as she ran is tip away towards her fingertips

I yelled and shuddered with the shock and intensity of the feelings and I moaned and squeezed my legs hard together. Kirsten understood what I wanted and worked each nipple chain in turn, whispering encouraging noises in my ear. I felt my orgasm rising in my cunt and concentrated hard. It was as though my nipple rings were connected by fine electrically-charged wires embedded deep under my skin, running like hot threads down to my pussy and connected to the mass of nerve-endings in my pearl-clamped clit. Finally I climaxed as tears rolled down my cheeks. Kirsten pulled me to her and held me tenderly, her cool breasts soothing my own with their comforting softness. My pussy convulsed and my nipples burned as I soaked up the sensations of my nipple orgasm.

I sank back onto Kirsten's bed and she leaned over me. "I hope I didn't hurt you" she whispered.

"So what if you did? That was brilliant!" I replied as I came down slowly from my summit.

Kirsten turned away and walked over to the kitchen area where she took two ice-cold beers from the fridge. Walking back towards me, the combination of her high stiletto-heeled shoes and her experience in lap-dance clubs combined to ensure that I was treated to a gloriously arousing show. Kirsten carefully placed one elevated foot in front of the other, wiggling her supple hips and slightly twisting her upper body with each step. The weight of the bottles that she held in outstretched hands tightened her pectoral muscles and her strappy 'bra' further accentuated the shape of her breasts, drawing my attention to their shape and the way they bounced ever-so-slightly as she walked. Her matching open thong perfectly framed her pubes and when she turned around I could see how the twin straps that emerged from between her thighs held her bum cheeks slightly apart. Kirsten walked past me and back again to show off her body and treated me to a slow pirouette before bending forward right in front of me and ... placing the two cold bottles firmly on my boobs!

I winced and pulled back as the cold shock tightened my nipples and puckered my areolae. "Hey, teaser, that's cold!" I protested but Kirsten just smiled and, opening both bottles, passed one to me. We downed the thirst-quenching nectar and looked at each other. I wanted to satisfy Kirsten in return for the pleasure she had given me, but she had other ideas. She unlocked the chains from my nipple rings and motioned for me to lay back on her bed. Kneeling between my ankles, she licked and lapped my hard pierced buds and her saliva salved away their remaining soreness. She ran her cold tongue down my breasts, over my tummy and down to my pussy mound where she lingered, moistening my shaven skin. When I was ready I parted my legs wide and Kirsten carefully removed the screw clamp from my distended hood.

Intense feelings rushed through my clit as its protective hood retuned to shape and the blood rushed through its microscopic vessels, feeding the multitude if nerve-endings within. Kirsten dipped her head between my thighs and gave me the most expert licking-out I could have dared to dream of.

She ran her long, pointed tongue up and down my outer and inner lips, stabbing and flicking my clit each time she passed from one side of my pussy to the other. Next she poked her tongue deeper into my vaginal opening than I thought possible before locking her lips over my clit. She sucked and nibbled me and she rolled my engorged bud from side to side. I felt her hands on the insides of my thighs and soon she parted my lips with her thumbs before she inserted first one then two fingers of both hands into my gaping, dripping tunnel. I took my hands away from my breasts and placed them on the back of her head to signal approval and Kirsten increased her tempo. I began to lose control as I bucked my hips, crying out and mouthing unnecessary instructions and erratic staccato words of encouragement. My whole body was consumed with passion and shook violently as another climax, even more intense than the last, ripped me apart. Kirsten continued to lick and lap and suck until she had milked the last drops from me and felt all the tension release from my entire body.

My mind was swimming with my own pleasure, but I was intensely aware that I had enjoyed two magnificent orgasms but Kirsten had not (yet) come.

"Kirsten, that was brilliant," I breathed, smiling broadly. Kirsten looked down at me reassuringly. "I know, I could tell. I enjoyed it too."

"No doubt you did," I responded, "but not as much as you are going to enjoy this."

I looked up at Kirsten kneeling next to me on the bed. Her smooth skin was still traced by the narrow lines of black satin strands that constituted her almost non-existent 'bra' and 'pants'. She still had one earring clamped to her left nipple, its pearl-ended chain hanging down over the front of her high, firm breast. Her other, equally provocative breast, also outlined by the strapping webs of her Pleasure In Control top, protruded invitingly from her upper body. It was tipped by its own erect and exquisitely-suckable teat, unencumbered by any jewellery, and poked outwards and slightly upwards.

I sat up on the bed and pulled Kirsten towards me, snogging her wet and inviting mouth until I had to come up for air. Kirsten was obviously red hot and horny, unable to conceal her desire behind her confident and mature exterior. She looked me in the eye with an unmistakable 'fuck-me' look; I was not going to let her down.

Over the next two hours, I licked her face and her neck, her shoulders and her upper arms. I spent ages smothering her tits with kisses and Kirsten moaned swallowed hard when I unclamped the earring from her nipple. I sucked on her hard pink buds, fascinated by the way they grew so very long in my mouth and then, when I pulled my head away, they shrank back ever so slightly, throbbing with the beat of Kirsten's accelerated heartbeat.

Kirsten begged me to move lower. Obliging, I moved down her body, lapping up the beads of aromatic, sweet-but-salty perspiration on her belly. Arriving at her temple of worship, I buried my face between her thighs and Kirsten spread her legs wide, wide apart so I could reach the deepest corners of her hot, pungent pussy.

I hooked the tip of my tongue under the taught strips of black fabric that framed her pubic mound and moistened the narrow lines of tense flesh that they barely concealed. Kirsten encouraged and directed me and I performed every sexual act she asked for, and much more besides. First one, then the other, I took hold of a gold labia-ring between my front teeth and gently pulled whilst running my hands up and down the smooth, soft flesh of her inner thighs. Then I rolled each one with my tongue as I pushed both my index fingers deep into her vagina. Her hot, pouting tunnel smothered my fingers with her juices that flowed out in pulses and ran down over her perineum. I gathered some and smeared it over her clit before I ran my fingernails down her hood then up again, each time flicking the engorged and sensitive head that it tried hopelessly to protect.

Kirsten squealed and cried out loudly as I teased and tortured the depths of her cunt. Reaching up, I retrieved her vibrator from under the pillow and flicked it on. Kirsten heard and recognized the noise so she opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows to see what I was doing. I looked at her face and recognized an expression of pleasure and torment mixed with horny anticipation as she ran the tip of her tongue over her dry, parted lips. She looked so gorgeously fuckable and tonight she was mine.

Steadying myself with one hand and holding the vibrator like an expensive fountain-pen in the other, I gently touched its agitated tip against one of Kirsten's pussy rings, sending obvious shocks of pleasurable energy deep into her. Kirsten moaned and fell back on the bed; she liked what I was doing so I repeatedly targeted one ring then the other, causing them to dance and rattle against the trembling toy. Then I took hold of the rings between the thumbs and forefingers of each hand and used them to pull Kirsten's inner lips wide apart so I could probe her gaping cunt-hole with my tongue whilst tracing the tips of my smallest fingers around her anus.

"Suck my clit, Julie," Kirsten screamed, "suck it, suck it, suck it hard. Fuck it with your mouth, Julie, you hot, horny fuck-bitch!"

I drew Kirsten's exposed and vulnerable clitoris slowly into my mouth, then ran the tip of my tongue over it in a frenzy of rapid, darting flicks. I closed my mouth, bit my teeth together and nibbled at her aching bud. Finally, I grabbed the waistband of Kirsten's pants and pulled it upwards off her hips, over her waist and high, high to the start of her rib-cage, dragging the black strapping tight between her legs, pulling her ass-cheeks apart and stretching her arsehole.

Kirsten convulsed and writhed and I tried to maintain mouth contact with her pussy but my job was done. Kirsten climaxed and let out a long, low scream, entangling her fingers in my hair and pressing my face hard into her groin

After she had got her breath back, Kirsten described in graphic detail how much she had enjoyed the feeling of the vibrator against her lip rings and I promised to do it again sometime soon. I also promised to give serious thought to having my own pussy pierced too.

I asked Kirsten if I could borrow a towel so I could shower off, but Kirsten interrupted. "Wait, I've bought you a present"

She handed me an anonymous black glossy box, which I opened carefully. Inside, buried under countless layers of black tissue paper was a white leather dildo. It was not especially large, but had a narrow, thick triangle of creased, stitched leather attached to its base. At each corner of that were metal rings to which were secured wide satin ribbons. It was unlike any strap-on dildo I had seen before and the ribbons would not be strong enough to support vigorous thrusting penetration. I was puzzled.

"Shall I try it on?" I suggested.

Kirsten smiled. "You must try it in, not on," she explained, so I handed it to her, surmising that she was going to wear it and demonstrate on me.

"No, sweetie. Like this. You wear it inside yourself. The ribbons hold it in place." Kirsten knelt in front of me and smeared some of my oozing natural lube along its modest length, then carefully inserted it into my accommodating vagina.

It felt very comfortable inside me and Kirsten fixed the ribbons. One encircled my waist and to this she attached others that were secured to the triangular base of the dildo. These held it in me. Then she tied two more around my legs, at the tops of my thighs. The purpose of these was less obvious.

"There, how's that?" Kirsten enquired.

"Feels OK, thanks," I replied. I must have sounded unsure as Kirsten continued: "how do you know, you haven't tried it yet."

Tried what? I thought.

"Walking?"

"Yes, go on, try walking," Kirsten insisted.

I climbed off the bed in my naked and rather dishevelled state, and tried to walk.

I couldn't.

"Shit, Kirsten where did you get this?" I asked. Kirsten didn't answer, she just gestured for me to try harder. But every time I took a step, the movement of my legs pulled the ribbons. This caused the dildo to twist inside my tunnel and the coarse triangle of leather to rub across my clit. I tried taking smaller steps and the feelings were bearable, but still highly arousing. I stood up on my tiptoes and managed to totter across the room, collapsing into a chair.

"Like it now?" Kirsten asked. The look on my face told her what she needed to know.

"It's for you to wear at the Pleasure in Control launch party on Wednesday. Now everyone knows you are a Passionella employee, Linda wants you to model some of the products on the catwalk during the show. I thought you'd like to wear that dildo under your clothes to help you, well, get in the mood."

I tried walking again and gradually became used to the feelings as the clever design stimulated every part of my pussy. I found that poking out my bum and keeping my knees apart (I must have looked so tarty) I could make reasonable progress but would still almost certainly reach orgasm within 50 metres. I agreed to give it a try on the night.

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I arrived at PROM at 9:30 am as requested and Rachel greeted me warmly, as a colleague as distinct from a valued but respected customer. She gave me a peck on the cheek and stood very close to me, invading my space. I did not move away.

"You may go straight up to Linda's office," Rachel purred with a knowing smile, "she's waiting for you".

Linda's door was open so I knocked and walked in. Linda was sitting at her desk and did not stand up. She motioned for me to sit down where I had sat the first time we met, when she interviewed me for my job. My first job. My old job.

"So, the Dems have sussed you out," Linda started, without even saying 'Hello'. I sensed that she was not pleased and wondered who had told her. I wouldn't have blamed Rachel, what else could she do?

"I'm sorry, Linda," I began, "I tried my best to keep up the charade, but the whole scenario became impossible to sustain. And your girls are bright. They're experienced in empathising with clients, understanding their motivations and needs, getting inside their personalities. In my opinion - Linda nodded for me to continue - it's a credit to them that they saw through me."

"Well, yes," Linda replied, pausing long enough for me to expect a belittling tirade of criticism and counter-argument. "But really it is you that deserves the credit and praise ..."

I was dumbfounded.

"... for managing to keep up the pretence for so long. You were so convincing you had everyone fooled for far longer than I could ever have hoped. You were brilliant, Julia, and I can't thank you enough. You've done a fantastic job. You've increased my insight into the relationships between Passionella and its clients enormously and I'm indebted to you. Someday soon I'll show you just how much I value you."

What could I say, except 'Thank You.' And 'Do I get to keep my job?' but Linda pre-empted me.

"You've done a terrific job in Black Room; I can't wait for the official inauguration after the PIC show on Wednesday. I want you to give me a private tour now it's finished. Also, have you seen this?"

Linda handed me a luxurious, glossy book. It was the new Passionella catalogue and there, on the front page was a picture of me modelling in Diane's studio.

"Flick though it."

Almost every page carried at least on shot of me and, I had to admit, I did look rather good.

"You're a natural. You're so photogenic and you obviously got on well with Diane and her assistant. It shows through in the results."

Could Linda know just how well we got on? What would Diane have told her and what pictures had she seen?

"The new lines are sure to succeed, and those who've seen the catalogue expect it to become a collector's item. I can't bear to lose you, so I have a special duty that I'd like you to take on."

I raised a quizzical eyebrow, to solicit more information, but Linda changed tack.

"But first we have a show and a party this week. I'd like you to model some of the new PIC range on the catwalk, and also to mix with the clients at the party. Publicly I'll tell them that you've just been engaged by Passionella as consultant so you can circulate freely as both client and employee without arousing suspicions. OK?"

And I thought I'd be fired.

"This afternoon, Charlotte will fit you with your costumes and explain what we need you to do on the night."

It wasn't suspicions that were becoming aroused, as Linda stood up and walked round behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and leant forward. She whispered in my ear: "Julia, I need you. I have plans for us." Then she kissed my ear and, standing tall, pressed her pussy against my upper arm, rotating it and sighing. "See you later."

The rest of the morning just dragged. I whiled away my time in coffee bars, unwilling to show my face in any of the Passionella outlets after my 'outing' on Friday night.

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I kept my appointment with Charlotte, but first I sneaked into one of the Private Rooms found just the special garment I was looking for. I changed into it and slipped my day clothes on over the top.

Charlotte welcomed me into her office, greeting me like an old friend. I was unsure what she knew but she instantly dispelled any confusion.

"I'm delighted that you are truly one of us now."

I relaxed and felt a load lifted by the removal of the pretence under which I had been working since I joined. We chatted warmly and I lapped up Charlotte's charms.

Standing up, Charlotte led the way down to Gold Private Room, explaining on the way that she needed me to try on my show garments and learn how best to display their individual features. I could hardly wait. She asked me to undress as she busied herself with a rail full of clothes.

She spun around when I turned up the music, but I put my finger to her lips and gestured for her to sit down.

"Charlotte," I purred, "you taught me a lot about undressing and I want to show you that I haven't forgotten."

Charlotte smiled a questioning half-smile and I began to unbutton my jacket. But her face broadened to a wide grin when I slipped it off my shoulders as she recognised what I had on underneath.

I stepped out of my skirt and tossed it onto the sofa then strutted the length of the room on my stilettos. Turning to face Charlotte I planted my hands firmly on my hips and Charlotte applauded me. "It suits you, Julia, but then you've got a lot more to put in it."

"What, like theeeeese?" I asked, drawing out the last word as I loosened the top ribbon of the tie-front body-suit identical to the one Charlotte wore when she teased me senseless at my Passionella audition.

I pulled apart the sheer fabric to expose my full, naked breasts and, to Charlotte's obvious delight, my pierced-and-ball-barred nipples.

"Wow, they're fantastic!" she exclaimed, but I wasn't finished. I put on the show of my life, turning and gyrating as I untied each successive bow as slowly and as provocatively as I could. I had Charlotte eating out of my hand and I felt so empowered and euphoric as I exposed my body to her eager gaze. Finally I stepped out of the skimpy suit, kicked it into the far corner of the room and stood naked in front of Passionella UK's Marketing Manager.

"You're going to steal the show on Wednesday, Julia darling," she enthused, "the clients will be captivated."

It wasn't the clients I was planning to impress.

Charlotte looked flustered and her brow glistened with tiny tell-tale beads of perspiration. I'd got her going.

"Here, we think you'd look good in these," Charlotte continued in a more business-like manner as she handed me some beautifully decorated feminine bras & panties. She helped me into each in turn and I was pleased to see that Passionella had not abandoned its roots. I practiced my cat-walk-walk in front of the huge mirrors and imagined the appreciating stares of the audience. One collection included an amazing new black satin balcony bra that pushed my boobs upwards and forwards prominently. The look was highly revealing and seductive; my firm rounded boobs were on show, thrusting forwards and charging me with an exhilarating air of confidence and power.

On to the new Pleasure In Control range. I loved the contrasts such as the soft silk camisole with aggressive leather cross-over shoulder straps complete with large buckles, and the satin jacket and matching trousers emblazoned with numerous large silver studs. Sort of 'biker meets party girl'. My imagination ran riot as I adopted the persona that each suggested. Then Charlotte handed my something quite different, altogether more seriously erotic.

I held up a full-length cerise latex cat-suit. "I won't get into that!" I exclaimed; it was tiny.

"You'll need help, from me, and this," Charlotte explained, holding a large pack of body talc.

It took ages to get on. Charlotte sprinkled powder inside the suit and patted more all over my naked body, arms and legs. Charlotte wouldn't countenance the thought of me wearing anything underneath in case the lines showed through the tight, clinging rubber. She pulled the zipper up my back and I started to become accustomed to the feeling of taut latex rubber against my skin. It became very hot inside, tight & sexy like a second skin. It moved with me as I walked and I looked at my new self in the mirrors.

Charlotte complimented me on my appearance and smoothed her hands over the outside of the suit then slid them up the insides of my legs. Playfully, I squeezed them together, trapping her hands. Charlotte looked up at me and my face flushed.

Happy with the fit and with my performance, she unzipped me. She must have noticed the effect the rubber suit had on me and in particular on my nipples, and would surely have notice the pungent smell of my aroused pussy as she crouched in front of me and peeled the deep pink latex off my legs.

"Last one, Julia. Try this," Charlotte instructed, handing me a dark brown leather corset and matching skirt. They were beautifully decorated with finely-detailed panels of interwoven leather and strips of silk & satin in deep, moody shades; the workmanship was indescribably fine. I wrapped the stiffened corset around my torso and Charlotte began to lace me into it. I breathed in and Charlotte murmured something.

Unlacing me again she explained. "I've misjudged you; I didn't realize you had such a slim waist when it's pulled in. I'll get a smaller size." Great, I thought. I love the feel of a really tight corset. As Charlotte disappeared into the stock room, I struggled into the skirt and matching knee-high laced boots with very high heels. At least 4 inches - I'd need to practice walking in those.

"Allow me," offered a different voice. It was Linda; I hadn't heard her enter the room. She looked me up and down, lingering over my bare breasts, then slid her fingers inside the front of the waistband of my skirt. With her other hand, she pulled the long zipper all the way down the front, encasing me tightly in the soft, supple leather like a mermaid. The skirt was very tight around my legs and I was afraid I might topple so I steadied my self on Linda's shoulder.

Charlotte returned, seemingly unsurprised to find our new companion. Linda helped her to lace me into the corset and remarked approvingly at the sight of my breasts swelling proudly above its top edge, my areolae barely concealed.

"Can you walk?" Charlotte asked.

I tried a few steps but could hardly even shuffle.

"Not very sexy," Linda observed. "I'll take you up on your suggestion, Charlotte"

"Do I get to know what that might be?" I asked.

"It depends," Charlotte replied, asking other question.

"How much do you weigh?"

"51 kilos, about 130 pounds."

"OK, it'll work"

"What will?"

"Plan B. Four of the dems will carry you onto the runway. If you can manage at least one pirouette (I obliged) then one of them will unzip you; then you can strut your stuff. We'll make that the finale; you can stay on stage until the applause subsides."

Linda nodded in approval and I smiled in agreement, realizing that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to wear my special gift from Kirsten.

"Has Julia seen the new toys?" Linda asked Charlotte.

Charlotte explained that we'd not had time so Linda left us alone again.

"Linda has brought in some exciting new equipment especially for the show" my companion explained. "Here, look at these, they'll be sold alongside the lingerie under the Passionella/Pleasure In Control brand ..."

Charlotte opened a drawer and inside were 'orifice invaders' of all kinds. "Take some out and look at them," she encouraged.

There were dildos in a multitude of shapes, sizes, textures and materials. One in particular took my fancy.

"Oh, yes, Linda particularly wanted that. Its tip is curved far enough to reach even the most hard-to-reach G-spot." I wondered whether Charlotte's, or indeed Linda's, G-spot might fall into the 'hard to reach' category.

There were also strap-ons of various designs, as well as gloves with dildos attached and a long golden vibrator fixed to a broad thigh strap. "So your penetrated partner can sit astride your leg." Charlotte elaborated. "Oh, actually there's a pair of those, for double the fun."

Charlotte then held up a wide waist belt that had dildos jutting menacingly from both front and back. I had difficulty imagining how that could be used, but didn't ask.

We chatted about the products, the show and the party planned for afterwards then drifted into girl-talk. But just when I thought it was time to leave and I began to extricate myself from my leather corset, Charlotte stood up quickly and grabbed my wrist.

"Here, have you seen this?" she asked animatedly ...

I simple had to make my apologies and leave as I couldn't take any more of Charlotte's animated enthusiasm. I found her both exciting and tiring, and I needed some rest and time to think about the launch. I could hardly wait.

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