The Armoire

Alyssa Eaglefeather  (The Armoire - Chapter 4)

- by Sam Darquesied

A few eyes turned my way when I came in the café and I couldn’t help but smile as a couple of husbands got scolded by jealous partners. Just like any woman I’ve ever met, I am always flattered by the attention and I still blush when it is obvious that I am being “visually” undressed by strangers but, I’ve never received the interest that she is now getting as she breezes through the restaurant toward my table.

The room gets noticeably quiet as she walks in, waves to me, and approaches. She is wearing a plain, white, embroidered sheer blouse over a knit tank and a simple dot print cotton skirt that elegantly sways with her hips. Her feet are almost bare, save for tiny sandals with microscopic straps. It is clearly evident that all the men, and many women, in this room, are combating the urge to ravage her, here and now.

Alyssa Eaglefeather, traffic stopping gorgeous, full blooded Anishinaabe, and undisputed life partner of Sam Darquesied. It is difficult to avoid jealousy but the moment she smiles, and flashes those incredible, green eyes, you are just glad to know her.

She gives me a kiss on the cheek, sits and clasps my hands, and we spend the next few minutes small-talking our way through lunch, then I said, “Ally, you promised me the whole story when time permitted, so… lay it on me, baby!”

“It’s a long story, Sylvia,” she says, “but if you’re up for it then why don’t we get a couple of coffees and go to the park and get comfortable.”

After finding a nice shady spot she begins, “Well… we met at a computer seminar; I was still working as a coder then and he was there for the company that bought his business. They paid him a humungous pile of money and part of the deal was that he stayed on for a year to ease the transition. According to him, some no-nothing CEO insisted that he attend. His real name is Thomas Dareson and he was a pretty well known troubleshooter so I already knew who he was from magazine articles and such.

“Anyway… there was this contest where partnered seminar attendees could submit a little piece of number crunching code and the best one would win the partners a dinner for two. The partner selection was pretty dismal and I never even considered asking someone at his level so, I wasn’t going to bother, but then… he asked me! We ended up using my laptop in my suite and it only took us about forty five minutes to write the routine. We submitted it just in time then agreed to get together at the seven o’clock session…”

* * Alyssa’s Story Begins * *

Just before seven, I entered the conference room and saw Tom way on the other side of the hall talking with the organizer and sponsor of the seminar. Tom must have been watching for me because he immediately caught my attention and waved me over.

Tom introduced us, “Rick this is Alyssa Eaglefeather. Alyssa this is Richard Singleton.”

Richard said, “Very pleased to meet you. Wow Thomas, you definitely know how to pick ‘em!”

I blushed and Tom said, “No, no. We’re just friends.”

We all sat together near the back then, after a few minutes, Richard said he had to go to the stage. While the first speaker was up Tom kept pretending to doze off and I playfully nudged him awake. We were both giggling enough to receive some admonishing glares from surrounding seats. We applauded politely as the speaker left the stage then Richard moved to the microphone and said, “Okay… the winner of the dinner is… team twenty seven… team number twenty seven.”

We just sat there for a few seconds and waited for the winners to respond. Then Tom looked at his receipt and said, “Oh… that’ us!”

We went up to the stage and received the prize from Richard then, as we started to go back to our seats he waved us over to a side entrance, “Listen Thomas, we both know that these sessions are a complete waste of time for you.”

Tom answered, “Thanks Rick but I have to sign the log at each session so…”

Richard interrupted, “I’ve signed you in for all the remaining sessions, Alyssa too so… go and enjoy the rest of the weekend.”

We looked at each other for a moment then heartily thanked Richard, and—like two naughty children—scurried out the door.

Tom asked if I had eaten yet and, since I hadn’t, we agreed that it was as good a time as any so we headed for the dining room.

I said, “I think your friend is trying to set us up!”

Tom answered, “Aw… Richard’s a good guy. I’ve known him for years and, ever since my divorce, everybody’s been trying to set me up.”

“How long were you married?”

As the maitre de led us to a table Tom said, “Twenty-six years.”

As we are seated and given menus I said, “Twenty-six years? That’s a long time before a divorce.”

Tom explained, “It’s a long story but the ‘Readers Digest’ version is… a couple of years ago I decided to devote more time to my business. I was doing okay but I had a couple of ideas… anyway, I ended up putting in about fifteen hours a day, needless to say, essentially ignoring Maryellen… my wife. One thing led to another and she met this guy Gary, a dentist, and they had a lot in common, especially gardening, and the next thing I know, she’s suggesting we split… it was a little over a year ago.”

I ask, “Was it ugly?”

“No… not at all. Gary is quite well to do so I got the house. It was completely amicable; we both still love each other, we’re just not IN love anymore… you know?”

I said, “We must have been signing our divorce papers just about the same time.”

“Oh? How long were you married?”

I answered, “Almost one year.”

Tom, a little surprised, asked, “Only a year? What happened?”

“He started beating me up.”

Tom, genuinely concerned said, “Oh geez, Alyssa… I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay… it wasn’t your fault.”

He continued, “Yeah, I know but… speaking as a man, I would like to apologize on behalf of my entire gender. We can be remarkably stupid sometimes.”

I laughed at his assessment then he asked, “So… what about now? You seeing somebody?”

“Not really, I got out of a fairly long relationship about four months ago.”

He said, “We’ll I hope that one was a little less violent.”

I looked down and didn’t answer then Tom said, “Don’t tell me… did he hit you too?” I nodded that he did.

“I’m sorry Alyssa… you know; I knew this couple… real nice folks, but he got arrested for hitting his wife and everybody was stunned. I did some research online and discovered that this kind of thing happens way too often.”

After the waiter took our food and drink order he Tom asked, “Was it an on going thing or sudden?”

“It was sudden. We had been dating for about four months and—long story short--I asked him to… do something. It didn’t go well and he punched me.”

“Do you mind if I ask what it was you wanted him to do?”

I was hesitant to answer and he said, “Oh, I’m sorry… I’m prying too much…”

I wasn’t sure why but I was comfortable with Tom so I said, “No, it’s okay… I wanted him to… spank me.”

I watched his response but, there was no hint of judgment or distaste; his reaction was as if I had said “I wanted him to dance.”

Tom asked, “What happened?”

“Well, we talked about it… you know… that I wanted to try it and… Bruce seemed okay with it so, one day, when he pulled in the driveway, I stripped and bent over the table. He was surprised when he came in but then he kind of knew… so he smacked my bum a couple of times but then, all of a sudden, he became this different guy. He pulled his pants down and tried to… you know… do me in my… rear end. I didn’t want that at all, so I rolled away but then he got real mad. He said, if all I wanted was for him to hurt me… then he punched me in the face.”

Tom winced when I said “punched” and asked, “Did he keep hitting?”

“No… I screamed as loud as I could and a neighbour came in right away. The police arrested Bruce and… well… that was that.”

Tom said, “Again, Alyssa, I’m real sorry. You have to know that none of that was your fault in any way.”

I told him I knew that now, and then I asked him, “What would you have done if you were there?”

“I’d have killed the weasel… four times!”

I laughed and said, “No… I mean if you were him?”

He replied, “Oh… you mean if we were dating and I found you in the kitchen? Well, let’s see, I’m dating this drop dead gorgeous girl and I find her naked and asking me to spank her… hmmmm… you know… I could live with that!”

We both laughed and he continued, “You know… I couldn’t help but notice a bookmark on your web browser… it was to a bondage story archive…”

I interrupted, “And just how did you know what it was?”

“Well… I’ve been there many times myself. It’s a bit of a fantasy of mine too… not the spanking per se, but bondage and stuff… but I find most of the stories portray the guy as a selfish pervert who treats the woman like dirt. You know… forcing her to do his buddies and stuff…”

I agreed and asked, “And you don’t like that?”

“No… I think many of these writers miss the point. A woman might like to be tied naked and whipped but, for it to work, I mean, really work, she has to do that with a guy she can trust completely. And, conversely, the guy has to be worthy of that trust. He has to care for her deeply and only have her in mind, not himself, when he does things to her. Sure the guy’s going to be horny and want to have sex but, that’ll come and… you know what they say… it’s not so much the destination as it is the journey… I don’t think I’m explaining it very well…”

I responded, “On the contrary, I think you’re doing very well!”

We talked for a long time after that. Then we left the hotel and went for a long walk and, after a half hour or so, I found I was… falling for him a bit. He held my hand as we ran across a street and we continued to hold hands all the way back. Before we went inside I put my arms around him and told that I had a really nice night and then we kissed.

It was soft and deep and long. He caressed my mouth and tongue with his… it was SO nice! I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, this is the guy I’ve been waiting for. The twenty year age difference didn’t matter even a little bit. When the kiss ended he smiled and said, “If you’re ever looking for a spanking buddy, give me a call.” Blushing again, I smiled back and then we went through the revolving door.

As I stepped into the lobby I suddenly stopped, turned and said, “What about tonight?”

I couldn’t believe I said that out loud! I put my hand to my mouth; I was SO embarrassed! But I knew he was a gentleman and would say something clever to get me out of this.

“Uh… well, okay… if you’re sure.”

I didn’t expect that! I had obviously taken him by surprise but he answered like it was a perfectly natural request. I should say something like… I was kidding. But then I remembered something my dad used to say, “Only risk takers have a chance to win.” So, I said, “I can come to your room in a half hour or so… if that’s okay.”

Again, in a non-judgmental tone he answered, “That’ll be fine… oh, can you do me a little favour? If you have them, could you change into a skirt and blouse?”

I was a little puzzled but I did have them so I agreed and we went to our rooms.

I was excited but very anxious as I stood in front of his door. I always carried a riding crop in my suitcase and I had put in a bag and brought it with me. I used it on myself when I fantasized alone at night but now I wasn’t sure how I would explain its presence. After a full minute I finally built up the nerve to knock. He answered and invited me in.

I was so nervous; I didn’t know what to say or do so I just handed him the bag, “Here! I… had this… maybe you want to use it…I’m sorry, I’m really nervous.”

He took the crop out of the bag and, without questioning why I had it, simply said, “Cool!”

Then I asked, “Should I… uh… just undress and… uh… bend over…”

Abruptly he said, “No. Actually I think we should talk first and get things straight.”

He offered me a chair then continued, “First off, I thought it might be more interesting if we had a scenario or something. I thought it might be more fun than just diving into the spanking thing.”

“Scenario? What do you mean?”

Tom said, “You know… like… maybe you’re a secretary and I’m your boss and I call you on the carpet because of some mistake… something like that.”

It did sound more interesting so I asked, “Okay… what would we do exactly?”

He replied, “We can just play that by ear and see how it goes… which brings me to another point. Uh… aside from the kiss, we have never been intimate but, eventually, you’re going to be naked and I’m going to be using this crop so I need you to tell me what’s okay and what isn’t.”

I didn’t really know what to tell him. “Oh… I’ve never had anybody do this for me so I’m not sure but maybe, if it’s okay, don’t… touch me between my legs… with your hand… for now…”

“That’s okay… um… we should have an out word though. That way you can stop it if I do something you don’t like.”

I said, “Couldn’t I just say stop?”

“Oh yes, but I thought, if you get into the scenario, you might say things like “Stop…please stop”… you know… pretending it was real. So we might want to use a word that in no way would fit.”

“Like what?”

Tom looked around then picked up a city brochure from the desk, “What about this?”

“Philadelphia?”

He smiled and said, “Well, I can’t imagine you would use it in the scenario like “Oh stop…please don’t Philadelphia me!”

I laughed and agreed then asked, “What should we do now?”

Tom said, “You be Miss Jones and go stand by the door and I’ll be Mr. Smith and I’ll call you in… like it’s my office. And then we’ll just wing it.”

My anxiety had pretty much been replaced by my excitement and, as I stood and waited by the door, I felt my vagina begin to moisten.

“Miss Jones? Come in here please.”

I went over and stood right in front of him and he whispered that I should back up a bit—like there’s a desk between us.

“Miss Jones, It has come to my attention that your dictation skills have shown very little improvement over the past few weeks.”

As “Miss Jones” I answered, “I’m… uh sorry…. uh… I’ll do better?”

A very stern “Mr. Smith” said, “Constantly being sorry is not acceptable in this office, Miss Jones and I have lost all my patience. I’m going to have to let you go.”

I began to get it and Tom was right, it was kind of fun, “Oh please, Mr. Smith, I really need this job. I promise I’ll do better.”

He smiled and winked then snapped back to stern, “It’s too late for more promises, Miss Jones. You’ve promised before but your efforts have always been mediocre at best. I’ve made my decision.”

Begging, I responded, “Please, Mr. Smith, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Anything at all?”

He paused then said, “We’ll, there would have to be punishment and you would have to prove that you are sincere and will always do your very best to obey me without question.”

Eagerly I responded, “Oh thank you Mr. Smith. I will take my punishment and I will do my very best.”

Flatly, Mr. Smith said, “Very well… please remove your blouse.”

Just his words doubled my excitement and my arousal but, pretending to be shocked, I said, “Uh… excuse me?”

Tom abruptly rose and stood right beside me, “Miss Jones! You see, this has always been the problem hasn’t it? In one breath you promise to do your best to obey but in the next you immediately question me. Now… let’s try again shall we? Miss Jones… PLEASE remove your blouse!”

“Yyyyes… Mr. Ssssmith.” As I began to undo the buttons I was SO turned on. I thought to myself, “Please let Tom be the man I hope he is. Please don’t let this go bad.” I slid the blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Tom then said, “Now Miss Jones, please remove your brassiere.”

Meekly I complied, “Yyyyes… Mr. Ssssmith.”

I unhooked the clasp and slid the straps over my arms then let the bra fall. Tom whispered “Wow!” and we both began to giggle.

We quickly composed ourselves the Tom gave me a tap on my breast with the crop. “Was that too hard?’

I told him it wasn’t and he could go harder so he tried a few, progressively stronger strikes to my boobs until I winced and said, “Ow ow ow… that’s about it Tom. I think that’s as hard as you should go.”

For the rest of the evening he never hit harder that that last one. I was getting pretty sure that he was the guy.

Tom then said, “Please remove your skirt now, Miss Jones.”

In character I said, “Mr. Smith, I’m not sure I want to… OW… OW… I’M SORRY…MR. SMITH… I’M SORRY!”

He had given me a slap across my nipple with the crop—not too hard but I had never been hit there before and it stung. I obeyed and unzipped the skirt and let it fall.

An obviously impressed Tom; said “Jesus!” and I began to giggle again.

He waited a bit while I composed myself then said, “Now your panties, Miss Jones.”

I was really beginning to enjoy the “scenario” and I was really beginning to like him so, to give him a bit of a show, I turned, grasped the waist of the panties and slowly bent down sliding the panties to the floor as I went. When I stood back up Tom said, “And now Miss Jones… I think I need a very, very… cold shower!”

We both burst out laughing and it took over a minute for us to settle down. I had to marvel at my lack of embarrassment as I stood stark naked in front of this man. I was very aroused and I liked—really liked—the way he looked at me. I was pleased that he liked what he saw.

Recomposed, Tom said, “Now, Miss Jones please place your hands behind your back and spread your feet as far as you can.”

As I did what he asked he walked around behind me then… “Ow… OW!” He smacked me twice on the butt with the crop.

With every “Miss Jones” I get a smack, “You are disappointing me again, Miss Jones!” SMACK! “I asked you to spread as far as you could, Miss Jones” SMACK! “But you are NOT spread as far as you can, are you Miss Jones?” SMACK!

“OW… OW… No, Mr. Smith… OW… I can do better…OW!” I spread as far as I could without toppling over then he moved to stand in front of me and began to stroke my breast with the crop. My arousal began to build again and I was pretty sure I could feel my vagina dripping.

“That’s more like it, Miss Jones but your lack of effort merits some whipping doesn’t it?”

His caressing with the crop was adding fuel to my fire and I began to pant a bit, “Yes… Mister…. Smith.”

Tom continued, “Miss Jones, I am going to whip you on your buttocks and your breasts. How many strokes of the crop should I use, Miss Jones?”

His use of the word “buttocks” made me giggle again but I recovered quickly and said, “Ten Mr. Smith... OW…OWWW!” He smacked me once on each nipple.

“Be more specific, Miss Jones!” he insisted.

Panting a little harder I answered, “Ten on my bum, Mr. Smith and ten on my breasts.”

Tom said; Very well, Miss Jones… and you must count out each one.”

Immediately he started on my butt. “Ow… one… OW… two… OWWW… three…” Then he moved in front to attack my boobs but…

“Well… what do we have here?” He pulled the end of the crop across my vagina and over my clitoris. The touch shot my arousal up almost, but not quite, through the roof. Then he showed me the crop—it was soaking wet!

He leaned close and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you there with the crop?”

I answered, “Yes… that’s okay… you can touch me, if you like… with your hands. You can touch me anywhere you want… it was a stupid rule.”

He smiled and moved back. “Does standing naked before me get you sexually excited, Miss Jones?”

I looked into his eyes and said, “Oh YES… very much, sir!” I wanted him to know my answer was for real so I didn’t use “Mr. Smith”.

Tom went on, “Would you like me to touch you between your legs until you climax, Miss Jones?”

Breathless now and still looking in his eyes I said, “Oh Yes, sir… that would be wonderful… soon PLEASE, sir!”

He laughed a little then asked, “And what would you do in return for my generosity?”

Surprising myself a little but without hesitation I answered, “I will lay beside you in your bed tonight, sir.”

He moved in close again and said, “Are you sure? You don’t have to…”

I gazed deep into his blue eyes and said, “I’m absolutely sure, Tommy.”

Then he knelt down, gently slid two fingers into me, and used his thumb to massage my clit. His fingers felt like soft, warm extensions of my own body as he moved them in and out, deftly stoking my G-spot. He was moving his thumb in tender circles on my clit and began to sweetly fondle my breast with his other hand. My insides were on fire like they had never been before and my eruption was imminent.

“OHHHHHHHHHhhhhh… TOMMY!” The immediate and intense convulsions in my belly made me grind into his hand as my floodgates burst open. He pressed his hand and thumb harder to meet my undulations. I had to put my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling over as my legs went rigid.

“DON’T STOP TOMMY… OKAY… DON’T STOP!” I was holding my breath now, pushing against the spasms that coiled through my abdomen like a corkscrew. He never abandoned me. He stayed with me, rubbing and massaging and holding me—he was my protector.

“OHGAWD… OHGEEZZZZ!” It felt like my uterus was coiling itself around my vagina, even as the tremors began to ebb. Tommy could tell and he slowed and softened his touching. My legs began to buckle but he quickly reached around my hips and held me up. As I lost all my strength, the feeling inside my body changed to that of a wonderfully warm, creamy liquid being pumped through me from my toes to the top of my head.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I let everything go and slumped into his arms. He picked me up like I was made of straw then lay me on the bed and sat beside me.

Then Tommy leaned down, supporting himself with his elbows, so his face was very near mine and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Uh huh.” was all I could muster.

Then he said, “Can I tell you something Alyssa? When I said ‘WOW’ earlier it was because there is no word in the English language that truly conveys how beautiful you are.” Then he kissed me. Not a passionate kiss; he knew I was too weak for that. It was more of a soft caress—it was superb.

Tommy got up then and returned with a cool, moist washcloth with which he gently wiped my face and arms. I was beginning to get my wits back and motioned for him to lean closer. I put my arms around him and kissed him with all the passion and love that was in me, and he kissed back—really kissed back! When our lips finally parted I looked into his eyes and whispered, “WOW!”

After a few minutes I asked, “So… what’s next? You still haven’s actually spanked me yet, you know.”

Tommy laughed and said, “Well I figured you have just about had it for tonight.”

“Oh no, I’m okay. I just needed a little rest, that’s all.” As I spoke I hopped out of bed, moved back to where I was before, crossed my wrists behind my back and began to spread my legs.”

Tommy stopped me, “Uh… no… Miss Jones. Keep your feet together please.”

He stood and approached me and got back into character, “Miss Jones, I’m going to bind your hands now.”

As he went to the washroom I became angry with myself because I was a little afraid. I was sure he was the man I had longed for all these years but the bad experiences in the past had jaded me. I thought to myself, “I don’t care! I’m going to let him tie me and do whatever he wants to me. I NEED to trust him! I need this so bad.”

He came back with the belt from his bathrobe and wrapped it around my wrists a few times then placed the ends in my hand and said, “You have to hang on to them or it’ll just fall off.”

I smiled and I think it was right then when I fell in love with him.

He got a straight backed desk chair and placed it in front of me, then sat and motioned for me to lie across his lap. I complied without hesitation and he said, “Now, Miss Jones, this will be the last of your punishment for tonight. So, how many spanks do you think you deserve?”

I eagerly answered, “Oh… at least one hundred, Mr. Smith.”

“A hundred! Geez Al, give me a break!”

Nobody called me that, not even my girlfriend Wendy; sometimes “Ally” but never “Al”. I never liked it but when he said it was different when he said it… I liked it; it was endearing. It would be our thing.

He began to rub his hand all around my bum and it felt very pleasant… then he gave me a smack. It wasn’t very hard so I turned my head to look at him and said, “You can hit harder if you want Tommy.”

He replied, “Actually, if you don’t mind, I’m good with that.”

I said, “It’s fine; in fact, it’s perfect Tommy.”

My vagina relubricated as soon as I lay on his lap and his rubbing and the spank relit the flame in my tummy but I wanted this to be his turn so, on his next smack, I said, “Two… but I won’t… I won’t do what you ask!”

Puzzled, Tommy said, “What?”

I looked back at him and responded, “Just keep spanking, okay?”

Each smack fanned the flames and each time he rubbed I wanted to tell him to slide his hand between my legs but I kept saying, “Fifteen… but I won’t do it!”

After five more I finally said, “Twenty… and I relent… I will do what you ask…”

I turned my head to look at him and finished, “I will make love to you tonight. I will!”

“rrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRUh!” A most satisfying early morning stretch! I was alone in the bed but I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I curled up in the comforter and contemplated the previous night. We had indeed made love and it was… in a way… like my first time. I had many previous sexual relations, of course, but most were; him on top, hump - hump - hump, thankyou and goodnight. But last night was SO different…

As we were getting into the bed, me naked and him still in sweatpants, he stopped and said, “There’s something I’d like you always to remember… when it comes to this stuff; sex, bondage, any of that… the ball is always in your court, okay? Don’t ever let me do anything that you don’t like… it’s only fun for me if I know, really know, that it’s fun for you too.”

We were looking into each others eyes as he spoke it was easy to tell that he was sincere. I answered, “Okay.”

“And there’s a little promise I’d like you to make… don’t ever fake it, okay? That’s important to me… maybe it’s an ego thing but I need to know that what I’m doing to you is really turning you on. If it isn’t I need you to tell me, okay?”

I grasped his face, touched my forehead to his and whispered, “I will, Tommy but there’s something you need to know too. Before, when you touched me and made me come with your hands… it was the best… strongest… orgasm I have ever had. You don’t know how close I was to fainting. I’m not exaggerating, Tommy… I’m not trying to boost your ego. It’s the truth and it always will be.”

We kissed then; the long, soft, deep kiss that he does so well. As we slid under the covers, into a nice spoon with him behind, I thought I must find a way to let him know that his every touch sends shivers down my spine. Even though I had promised to make love he wasn’t pushing it. He had his arm over me and was gently rubbing my tummy which, in itself, was arousing but I grasped his hand and moved it to my breast. With a touch as light as a feather he swirled his fingers in spirals up my boob. He drew little circles around my nipple then kneaded the bud between his forefinger and thumb. He repeated the process, over and over, on both breasts. It was like being bathed in warm milk. “mmmmmmmmmmmm….”

I could feel his arousal press against my bum through his sweatpants and, when I couldn’t stand it any longer, I turned to face him then threw the covers off and pulled the pants down to his ankles. My arousal increased as, for the first time, I saw his circumcised cock, fully erect and waiting. He was a perfect size, not huge but not small by any means. His hands were on my waist and he patiently let me go at my own speed as I straddled his hips and slowly slid him into me.

I began to hump like I had always done but he immediately stopped me and changed my motion to a sort of wave that rubbed our pubes together and naturally moved him in and out. Panting quite a bit, he said, “Let me know when you come, okay?”

I was breathless and very close so it was difficult to speak but I said, “Okay… but… the whole… hotel… is going to hear… me yell ‘I’m coming!’”

He was close too and just as breathless, “Pick… oh geez… pick another… word.”

I was so close. “Like…mmmmmm… like… Phila…del… phia?”

He almost shouted, “Just use… ohhhhh… another city!”

I don’t know why I chose it but, “OHHHHHH… NOW TOMMY… UH… CHICAGO…CHICAGO!”

We both blew at the same time and I could feel him blast his juice into me as mine oozed over him. He pulled my head down and we locked into a hard, heavy breathing kiss. He had his arms clamped around me, holding me like I was in a vice. We writhed and moaned and ground our groins into each other for what seemed like hours before we started to ebb. He held on to me and I never wanted him to let me go… not ever!

Our muscles relaxed almost at the same time and I just lay on top of him, like a gooey, boneless blob. Eventually we slowly rolled back into the spoon and drifted off to a most languid sleep.

Tommy came out of the bathroom just as we heard the knock on the door. He tipped the waiter, pulled the cart in and rolled it to my bedside then leaned in and kissed me. “Good morning, gorgeous. D’you sleep okay?”

Stretching again, I answered, “Oh YESssss!”

“I just got OJ and coffee. I figured you’d probably want to go back to your room and change. Maybe, after, we can meet for breakfast.”

I was still in bed, propped up on an elbow, and he was sitting on the edge. We were quiet as we sipped our orange juice and I contemplated a new feeling I had the moment I saw him come out of the shower. All I wanted to do was make him happy… forever! It was a little conundrum because of what he had said last night. I would gladly let him do anything to me if it made him happy, even if I didn’t really like it. But he had said; if I didn’t like something then he would be unhappy. A conundrum indeed.

I broke the silence, “Last night you said that ‘the ball was in my court’, right? And you said that I should only do things that I like, really, really like… is that correct?”

He responded, “Yes, absolutely.”

With that I slid out of bed to my knees then moved in front of him and pulled open his robe. As I leaned down and began to kiss and lick his penis he said, “Oh… you don’t have to…”

I put my finger on his lips and stopped for a moment, “Shhhhh.”

He was already hard when I leaned down again so I slipped him into my mouth. I had never really liked doing this to guys. It had never aroused me and I would just pump and suck to get it over with but now… I was surprised at how good it felt to have Tommy in my mouth. I slowly moved up and down, caressing his penis with my lips and tongue. His moans told me that he was enjoying it and his pleasure aroused me but, this was for him and when he erupted I sucked hard… I wanted everything he had. I kept it up even when he started to jerk against it as his cock, now very sensitive, began to soften. It was the first time in my life that I actually enjoyed doing this for a man.

When I was done I took a sip of orange juice, swished it around a bit, and then swallowed. I didn’t think he’d like to kiss me while I still had remnants of his liquid in my mouth. But, when we did press our lips together, the way he kissed me told me that he wouldn’t have cared.

Then Tommy said, “I have to repeat something that I said last night.”

I asked, “What’s that?”

He responded, “WOW!”

We both laughed and hugged for a bit then we got dressed and I went back to my room. I passed by a few people and most looked at me and smiled. It took me a minute to realize that I was sporting a huge grin that just would not go away.

We met for breakfast and I ate like a Clydesdale; I was amazed at how hungry I was. We chatted and joked and ragged on some of the speakers at the seminar. When we were having our coffee I said, “I’d kind of like to attend the two o’clock session.”

Tommy said, “The Whiteside thing? You’re kidding!”

I protested, “No... I’m not kidding! It’s on VPNs and even you have to admit that he is pretty knowledgeable in that area.”

“Yeah… I guess. He’s such a self-righteous, pompous horse’s rear end though.”

It was only eleven and we had some time to kill so we decided to go for a walk and do a little shopping. We strolled and did some window shopping; I made a mental note to return to a nice little lingerie boutique that we passed. As we turned a corner on to another shop lined avenue Tommy suddenly stopped and said, “Oh… you know there’s a couple of places I need to go that will bore the teeth out of you so why don’t we split for around forty five minutes and meet in that café.”

He pointed to a little bistro and I agreed, kissed him and walked back the way we had come then… I turned and peeked around the corner. He obviously didn’t realize that I had seen the sex toy shop across the street and, after he went in, I crossed and peered in the window then snuck in. I hid behind clothing displays and worked my way to the doorway of a change room near the front counter where Tommy was speaking to the salesgirl. He hadn’t seen me however; the salesgirl had but, she said nothing.

She was an attractive thirty-ish woman wearing a black leather vest and hot pants. She had a goth-like look… dark makeup and jet black hair. “What can I help you with, handsome?”

Tommy replied, “Well… I’m looking for some… er… bondage stuff… I guess.”

Flatly, like she was just selling socks, she asked, “Sub or dom?”

“What?”

She explained, “Are you a submissive or a dominant?”

Clearly uncomfortable Tommy replied, “Oh… well it’s not really like that but… dom I guess.”

Never deviating from her business-like tone, “Boy or girl?”

He replied, “Uh… girl… er… woman… Unbelievable woman.”

“How long have you known her?”

Tommy answered, “About one day.”

She raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh my… she must be pretty special to have you so smitten in just one day.”

Tommy said, “She is that. She’s drop-dead-gorgeous; she’s smart; she’s hip… you know. The room lights up when she comes in… words can’t express…”

I felt tears well up as I heard him say the words… especially hearing him say them to someone else.

She continued, “I’m Luanne by the way… so, does she feel the same?”

Tommy, shaking her hand, softly answered, “Oh God… I hope so.”

It was difficult to keep from rushing over and hugging him to death but I held my ground. Remembering that Luanne knew I was there I realized that she was asking some of these questions for my benefit.

Luanne continued, “Have you done any bondage play yet?”

Tommy, becoming a little less anxious, said, “Yeah… a little spanking… and with a crop.”

She reached up, took a brown leather riding crop from the wall and handed it to him, “Like this one?”

Tommy snapped it in the air a couple of times then, pointing to a black one said, “No… more like that one I think.”

She switched the crop around and Tommy snapped it then said, “Yeah... this is pretty close.”

“How hard did you strike?”

He smacked the crop on the counter twice and answered, “Pretty much like that.”

Luanne then held out her arm, palm up, and said, “Show me… once… here… on my forearm.”

Tommy was reluctant but tapped her lightly with the crop. She laughed a bit and said, “That wasn’t how you hit the counter. Now, come on big boy, show me what you got!”

He shrugged then smacked her on her forearm the way he had used it on me last night. Luanne, not flinching even a little, said, “Okay… that’s not bad for beginners. If she was okay with that then we have something to work with. Were you looking for something specific?”

“Well, I’ve seen these floggers… I think they’re horse hair…”

Luanne walked to an aisle and returned with a flogger, “This is a very good choice… especially if you’re both new. We call it a ‘Pony’s Tail’ and is quite soft… you see?”

Tommy took it from her and felt the hair and gave it back, “Yeah… very nice…soft.”

Luanne continued, “If you learn to use it right you can apply a good variety to your partner. It can be hardly more than a tickle to a pretty good sting. Let me show you… hold out your arm.”

He hesitated a bit but then put out his forearm and Luanne slowly dragged the hair across his skin then, setting the flogger into a windmill motion, she struck him several times, increasing the intensity with each hit until Tommy pulled his arm back. “Oh! Yeah… okay… that last one was pretty good. I’m surprised at how much range…”

Luanne put out her arm and, without prompting, he began to stroke then whip her skin. He stopped when he saw her wince a tiny bit. ‘Oh, sorry…”

Luanne interrupted, “No, no. It was fine. I have to say I’m impressed… you really have a feel for the whip.”

Tommy moved in closer and leaned down on the counter, “Listen… I appreciate what you’re saying… but I don’t need to get stroked here. It is critical that I don’t hurt her so I have to be sure that I do this right.”

From the other side of the counter Luanne matched his position so they were almost nose to nose, “Oh honey… I’m the last person you want to talk to if all you want is your ego stroked. You really do handle it well. The fact that you know the difference between ‘pain for pleasure’ and ‘hurting’, helps you use it properly.”

Tommy stood up and said, “Okay… thanks… sorry if I…”

Luanne stopped him, “Don’t worry about it. So… what do you think? This is our top of the line. It’s one hundred and twenty dollars.”

“Oh, yeah… I’ll take it.”

This was beginning to arouse me! I was so looking forward to tonight.

Luanne continued, “Anything else?”

“Yes. Some rope it think… good stuff, you know… soft…”

She explained, “Well, the best is pre-conditioned hemp. It’s very strong, so you can suspend, and it’s nice and soft…. a little expensive. It’s a buck a foot; natural or white.”

“Okay… white… maybe four six footers and two twelve footers… for now.”

Luanne made a suggestion, “I would change that to six four footers and two twenty footers. I know it’s a little more but…”

Tommy interrupted, “No… that’s fine. Whatever you think.”

DAMN… I was getting hot!

He continued, “There’s one more thing. I’ve seen this vibrator… It’s fairly large and looks like a big flashlight… like a cop has.”

She went down another aisle and returned with a device similar to what he described. It was at least a foot long and had a ball on the end. “I think this is what you’re looking. They call it a “magic wand” and this is our best. It’s cordless but powerful as hell… see…”

Luanne placed it on his arm and switched it on low, “Oh yeah… that’s pretty good…”

Then she switched it to high, “Holy crap! Is there a diesel engine in there or something?”

Luanne laughed and said, “Not quite. Now, there’s different settings, see? It goes from low up to high by turning this wheel at the bottom. Then you can set to steady or pulse and then there’s a pulse that goes from low to high. It’s ninety dollars.”

Tommy said, “Sold! Maybe a set of spare batteries would be good too.”

She replied, “Oh yes! Take it from me… there’s nothing worse then the batteries dying at the wrong time.”

“I can imagine.”

She answered, “No, honey… you can’t.”

It was getting awfully hard to keep from touching myself. The anticipation of what was going to happen tonight was killing me.

Luanne asked, “Anything else?”

Tommy said, “I don’t think so… unless you can think of anything…”

She motioned for him to move closer then she whispered something to him and, as he moved back, he said, “Where?”

Luanne pointed across the street and Tommy asked, “Why are we whispering?”

She said, “I want it to be our little naughty secret.”

He paid for the toys, thanked her for her extraordinary assistance, and then went out and across the street.

“You can come out now, honey.”

I could feel myself blushing but I moved to the counter, “Thanks for not saying anything.”

Luanne said, “That’s okay… I think it’s safe to say you’re in for a pretty fun evening.”

I blushed even more and she grasped my hand and said, “Oh honey, don’t be embarrassed. I think you and he might have a very special relationship… he seems like a pretty cool guy.”

“Oh yes… he’s an amazing man… maybe I could get something that would… you know… turn him on.”

Luanne said, “You know… much as I’d like to sell you something, I think you have everything you need to turn him on.”

I smiled at her and she continued, “There is one thing though, that you might consider…”

My whole afternoon went by as a blurry fog. I couldn’t focus on anything other than being where I was right then; standing in front of his door. I was even more excited than I was the night before but I was anxious again and I knew why… the ropes. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! I knew he would never hurt me and I knew I could stop any time--ANY TIME! One word! That’s all it took! I was shaking now, I had gotten myself into such a frenzy that I was actually shaking!

I knocked on the door and Tommy, with his deep blue eyes and beaming smile, invited me in. I saw the big bed with the tall bedposts and the white ropes and I looked at this wonderful man, the man I was now in love with, and I began to cry as my legs buckled and I fell to my knees.

Tommy came to me fast and kept from falling any further, “God, Al… what’s wrong? Alyssa? What is it?”

I grabbed hold of him like my life depended on it and sobbed into his shoulder. He picked me up and lay me on the bed then just held me and let me cry. Tommy didn’t know that I fantasized about more than spanking when I read those stories. I dreamt of being tightly bound and played with but, it was like he had said, always with someone I could trust. But those two men, my self absorbed ex-husband and my psychotic ex-boyfriend had sucked the trust right out of me and my fear was going to cost me this man, this extraordinary man.

Tommy eased my sobbing when he said, “Alyssa, tell me what it is babe and we’ll fix it.”

Through some tears I said, “I’m so sorry, Tommy… I trust you… I really do but… it’s the ropes… I’ve never been…”

“It’s okay Al, we don’t have to use them if you don’t like them. I thought this might be a little scary for you so, when you’re able, let me show you, okay?”

I was still crying a bit but I was curious so I said, “I’m okay… what is it?”

He helped me up and we went to the foot of the bed. The posts were over six feet high and he had attached ropes to the bottoms and near the tops; all the ropes had loops in the end. He took one of the higher ropes and held the loop in front of me, then he said, “Don’t be scared okay? Just trust me a little and put one hand through the loop.”

Still shaking I did what he asked and he continued, “Good. Now grab the rope above the loop…”

I did that too. “Okay, see it’s sort of like being tied, right?”

It was a bit so I nodded yes, “Okay… now let go of the rope and bend your wrist a bit and pull…”

I did what he said and… my hand slid easily out of the loop! “I don’t underst…”

“Look… I figured that if you read some of those online stories you’re bound to get at least a little excited by more than just spanking. But, on the other hand, I also know what you went through with those two assholes and I can only imagine how hard it must be for you to put your complete trust in another man.”

I tried to interrupt, “But I do trust you Tommy…”

“I know you do and I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. And I do need you to trust me but, for now, trust me in a different way… thrust that I will try to help you along, as far as you want to go, in baby steps… at your speed, not mine.”

I moved into him and hugged him so tight as to hurt a smaller man, “I do Tommy… I trust you completely… it’s like there’s another person inside me who’s so afraid…”

He continued, “I understand Al… and I was stupid here. I went to fast. I shouldn’t have put the ropes up before you got here it’s just that… it took quite a while to get them right.”

I pulled out of the hug and said, “Okay… explain the ropes and the loops again.”

“Alright… I set them so that you can slip your hands and feet in then you can pull your limbs toward you a little which should give a reasonable illusion that you’re really bound. But, you saw before, all you have to do is let go and your hands slip out easy… your feet too… But we don’t have to use them now or ever if you don’t want to.”

He moved back into me, grasped my face and put his forehead to mine, “Look… it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that I’m falling pretty hard for you. And the spanking and sex and whatever else may be part of who you are but it’s not ‘who’ you are. And I really like who you are.”

I said, “I want to try the ropes now Tommy, but can we skip the Miss Jones thing for tonight?”

Tommy replied, “Sure… of course. Why don’t you just tell me what you would really like to do?”

I said, “Well… I’d like to strip for you and then you can help me get into the loops and then… you can do whatever you want.”

A little perplexed he said, “Whatever I want? That doesn’t really narrow it down too much.”

“I know I sound confused but I know exactly what I’m saying. I trust you with my life, Tommy and if you want to tie my up for real then I want you to do it. I’d be scared, but I’d want you to do it. Can you understand?”

Tommy smiled and said’ “I think so, Alyssa but I’d like to do it in baby steps too… that stripping thing sounded pretty good though… except for one thing.”

I asked, “What’s that?”

“Let me undress you.”

Before he finished the sentence I was aroused. He stood up and started to unbutton my blouse as I stood straight with my arms by my sides. He slid his hands under the blouse then slowly pushed it off my shoulders and let it waft down and off my arms. His touch was exquisite and he said “Oh wow!” when he saw the skimpy red lace bra I had bought at the lingerie shop. He slid his hand up under the bra so his hand were cupping my boobs then he used his thumbs to undo the front clasp and, again, pushed it gently off my shoulder. My loins were a seething caldron when he knelt, unzipped my skirt and let it fall.

Another “Oh my!” when he saw the tiny red lace thong then, starting at my ankles, he slowly, and ever so lightly, dragged his fingertips up the outside of my legs to my hips. If Tommy had just looked at my clit then, I would have exploded in his face.

He slipped his hands down my hips and into the thong then, like before, he slowly, slowly slid his hands down my legs taking the panties along for the ride. I had been quiet the entire time… I just wanted to enjoy what he was doing but he must not have realized how close I was because he just stood up and led me to the foot of the bed. DAMN!

Tommy had me rest my bum on the bed’s footboard then spread my feet wide apart so he could loop the ropes around my ankles. He had me pull my feet towards centre to tighten up a bit then he repeated the process with my wrists in the high ropes. It did feel like I was really bound in a wide, standing, spread eagle; the knowledge that I could easily escape went a long way in easing my anxiety and… it was exciting… VERY exciting!

Tommy then moved to the shopping bag on his desk and returned with the flogger. I had to act surprised as he explained, “I have a little confession to make… when we split up today I went to a little sex shop and got a few things. This is a ‘Pony’s Tail’ and I got some lessons on how to use it.”

I simply said, “OOOOooooo!”

He asked if I was ready and when I said I was he knelt and began to windmill the whip. He started at my ankles then, slowly and rhythmically, walked the flogger up the inside of my right leg to my knee. The lashing left a prickly sting sensation, like a thousand pins were poking me. All my muscles tightened with his first hit and I had my teeth and lips clenched emitting a low “HMMMMMMMM”. I realized we had a problem so I said, “Philadelphia!”

Tommy immediately stopped and said, “Oh… what is it? Does it sting too much?”

I answered, “No, no… I mean, it stings yes, but… I’m going to scream… I mean… I need to scream… I think I need some sort of gag.”

“Oh… okay… well… I do have this.”

He went back to the bag and returned with a black, rubber ball gag and I almost blew it, “Where did you get that? You didn’t buy it… er… I mean… where did you get it?”

He explained, “At the sex shop. Actually, I was a little nervous… I guess… so I forgot a couple of things the first time and I had to go back while you were at the Whiteside session. I got this and some lotion and some wrist and ankle cuffs.”

I was curious to see the cuffs but I just said, “Oh.”

He washed and rinsed the gag in the bathroom then, as he inserted into my mouth, he said, “Say ‘Philadelphia’.”

My attempt came out as, “Phiew-ah-el-phia.”

He fastened the Velcro straps behind my head and said, “Okay, I can make that out… don’t forget ‘Chicago’, eh?”

I nodded and again he knelt, began to windmill the flogger, and walk the lash up my leg. The prickly, stinging sensation returned and, as he began on my more sensitive inner thigh, I could no longer suppress my urge to scream. “MAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH…”

I was already panting but the scream was constant, interrupted only by the need to noisily gasp in a lungful of air. Just shy of my vulva he moved the whip up a bit then the lash steadily strolled down the front of my leg to my ankle. It was like he was painted my leg with the whip as he marched the lash up the outside of my leg to my hip. “MAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH… gasp… GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH… gasp…”

My vagina wanted to reach out and grab the lash as he smoothly moved it across my tummy, over my hips, and around to my bum… without missing a beat. Evenly paced downward strikes; down my left cheek; back up the middle; then down the right. There was a bonfire in my abdomen, trying to burn its way out of my body. I was clenched, pushing against all the new sensations like I was constipated. My face was hot, my head was involuntarily shaking back and forth and I was panting rapidly. “MAAAAHH… gasp… MAAAAHH… gasp… MAAAAHH… gasp…”

Like marquis lights on a movie theatre sign, the prickly stinging raced around my entire lower body. Tommy walked the whip up my spine then over to my armpit and down my side. The lash moved across my lower back then up my other side; then down again; then back to my tummy. He was relentless, never breaking the cadence as he moved the flogger to my breast. I gasped in hard then held my breath as he pulled the lash back until the tip was whipping my areola and nipple. Keeping the windmill motion going, he moved the flogger off me completely, allowing me to exhale and catch a few short breaths then he moved to my other boob.

The stinging was becoming real pain and, no matter where he struck, it seemed to radiate from my abdomen out to my fingertips and toes. Tommy reversed the windmill and began whipping the underside of my breasts, again bringing the lash back until it just clipped my nipple. Tears began to flow as I forced myself to breath, “AAAAWAAAAaaaaaaa… gasp”

The pain was intertwining with the pulses of pleasure pounding in my abdomen and my vagina was a smoldering fire pit full of white hot embers. I pulled hard at my restraints, trying to break free but I was too securely bound. The whip moved down to my tummy… to my pubes… to my thigh… to my other thigh… then…

“HUUUUUUUNNNNNNOhhhhhhh TOMMY… CHICAGO…CHICAGO!”

The very first touch of the lash between my legs detonated the hellfire in my belly and it flared out of me with such power that it shocked me! My body was rigid as steel and I pulled hard, hard on the ropes. I had to free myself!

“OHHHHHHH… PLEASE … TOMMY PLEASE… OHHHHHHGAWDDDDD…”

He moved close and, with one arm around my waist, he pulled me to him while lightly whipping my pussy with the other. The convulsions in my abdomen were in tune with his lashes… the pleasure mixed with the pain ‘til I couldn’t tell one from the other.

“OHHHHHGAWD… TOMMY… TOMMY…TOMMYTOMMYTOMMY…GEEZZZZZZ!”

When the orgasm crested my body jerked violently as the whip brushed my super-sensitive vulva. I had to free myself to stop this, “TOMMY PLEASE STOP… TOMMY PLEASE… PLEASE… STOP… STOP…”

I heard the sound of the flogger hitting the floor then felt his hand cup between my legs. His soft, soft caress still caused me to convulse but it was soothing; it was comforting; it was him; it was all I needed now.

He unhooked the Velcro, gently removed the ball gag, tilted my head up, and sweetly kissed my lips then he whispered, “I’m going to free your ankles so hang on to the ropes, okay?”

I wondered what he meant by “hang on to the ropes” as he knelt and freed my legs. He then stood, put his arm around my waist and pulled me up straight. My legs were weak but I was able to barely stand and I was still panting hard so I did not speak. My head was spinning but whenever Tommy got close enough I tried to kiss him; on his forehead; on his cheek; on his hair… it didn’t matter, I just had to kiss him. As he moved to free my right wrist he laughed a bit and, through the mist, I heard him say, “Okay sweetie, okay… I need you to let go of the rope now, babe.”

I didn’t understand… why didn’t he just untie me instead of futzing with my fingers and prying?  Finally, my arm came free and he moved to the left wrist, again prying at my fingers with one hand and holding me up with the other.

“Please, kiddo… help me out here… let go of the rope, baby…”

I was dizzy and was panting noisily but I managed, “Just… untie…”

When my wrist came free I just slumped into his arms. He picked me up, carried me to the side of the bed, and sat me on the edge. “Sit there for a bit okay? I’ll be right back… Boy, you didn’t make that easy!”

“… what?”

He said, “For someone that weighs like… one fifteen… you got one hell of a grip there, tiger!”

The cloud in my brain was beginning to lift and I said, “Why didn’t you just untie me?”

He looked puzzled and answered, “Uh… Alyssa, sweetheart… you weren’t tied, remember?  Your wrist was just through the loop and you had to hold it yourself.”

He wasn’t making any sense so I just gave up and he went to the bathroom for some towels. He returned and spread them on the bed then asked me to lie down on my tummy. It was only then that I realized that I was dripping wet from head to toe.

He straddled my hips and when the cold lotion hit my back I went “OO!!!” He began to rub the cream into my back and apologized that he had no means to heat the liquid. It felt like mink gloves as he rubbed my back, my shoulders, my arms, down my sides, around and over my bum, and down my legs to my heels. It tickled a bit when he rubbed the soles of my feet and I giggled, prompting him to say, “Hmmm… I’ll have to remember that!”

He had me turn onto my back the straddled my hips again, poured more lotion on my tummy, and began to rub. I wished that he was naked too and I reach up to him but he put my arms back down, “Let my finish this first, okay?”

He massaged the cream into my skin on my chest, up my sides, over my arms, then around and over my breasts. When he moved the rubbing down I grabbed his wrists and slid his hands back to my boobs and said, “They need much, much, more lotion.”

He smiled and massaged so slowly, kneading my breasts, then used his fingertips around my areola and nipples. All I could say was, “mmmmmmmmmm…”

Eventually he moved down to my tummy, over my hips, abdomen, pubes, and down my legs to my toes. I then spread my legs wide and, with two hands, pointed to my vulva and said, “You whipped me very hard here, Tommy… I thing it should be given extra attention.”

He shook his head and smiled then moved between my knees and applied some lotion. He delicately glided his hand over my labia, down to my bum, then back up and around my clitoris. He continued until I whispered, “Please come inside me, Tommy…”

Without hesitation he slid his sweatpants off and gently entered my waiting vagina. My arms and legs closed around him like a Venus Flytrap and I was aroused but I didn’t care if I had an orgasm; I just needed him to be with me, inside my body. He would climax and that was good enough for both of us.

He kissed me softly, all over my face and on my lips, as he slowly oscillated his groin into mine. I tightened my grip as I felt him begin to come and… instantly, from out of nowhere, my orgasm joined his. It wasn’t violent for either of us; instead it was slow and luxurious, like falling into a mountain of feathers.

After a few moments he rolled onto his back and I cuddled up to him as close as I could. Exhausted, we both began to drift into a warm, soft, doughy sleep when… My eyes snapped open and I almost shouted, “I WASN’T tied!”

Half asleep, Tommy said, “What?”

Excitedly I continued, “I wasn’t tied, Tommy! I could have… I could have freed myself, couldn’t I?”

Still dopey he said, “Right… you knew that… let’s rest now, okay?”

Frantic to make him understand I said, “No, I didn’t know… don’t you see… once you started I forgot about it. In my mind I was securely bound… completely at your mercy… don’t you get it?”

Fighting his urge to sleep, he answered, “Oh Al… I really wish I did but…”

It was obvious that I wouldn’t be able to explain it… even to myself but, in my heart, I knew what I meant. I would never be afraid of the ropes again… not with him.

It was still dark when I awoke and my movement caused Tommy to stir as well; the only light was from the ubiquitous hotel night lamps. I softly rubbed his chest then grabbed a towel and wiped the slobber off him. I hadn’t done that since I was a child, when I could sleep through an atomic bomb blast. He began to stretch and, like an addictive yawn, I followed suit. “RRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrugh!”

Tommy grabbed his watch from the nightstand and said, “Hm… it’s only midnight.”

It must have been around eight when we went to sleep. I cuddled back into him and said, “You were amazing with the flogger. I think you may have a gift!”

He laughed and said, “That’s what the girl in the shop said… but I think I need to practice…”

I repositioned so that we were face to face then said, “I’d like to help with that… in any way I can… and as often as I can.”

He moved his lips to mine and kissed me in that soft, deep, kiss that always gets me wet, then he asked, “Is it fair to say that we may be starting a long term relationship?”

I look straight into his eyes and said, “Would it scare you if I suggested… forever?”

He said, “Well... if that’s the best you got…”

I playfully punched him and we both giggled and wrestled on the bed for a minute or so then I got up went to the bathroom. He was back in his sweatpants when he came back from his turn and I asked, “Can we do another one? You know… tie me up…”

He smiled and said’ “Absolutely… do you have something in mind?”

“Well… you could force me… you know… force me to do something.”

Not sure what I meant, he asked me to elaborate so I continued, “You could tie me up… really tie me up this time, so that I am completely at your mercy, you know? Then you could ‘torture’ me until I agree to… maybe… pleasure you in my mouth… or something.”

Quite seriously he said, “Alyssa, I never want to make you do something that you don’t like…”

“Tommy! I love having you in my mouth! It’s just part of the game, that’s all.”

He smiled then and said, “So… how would you like to be bound?”

Still naked, I got up and put my arms around him and said, “It doesn’t matter… whatever you like but… really tight okay? So I can hardly move.”

“Are you sure?”

Staring into his beautiful blue eyes I answered, “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Tommy led me to the corner of the bed and had me kneel on the floor. Then he took a pillow and, holding it behind me, had me move back until my spine was pressing and holding it against the bedpost. Next he told me to cross my ankles behind the post which required me to spread me knees apart quite a bit and hold the foot board with one hand to keep from falling forward. I felt him loop as short length of hemp a few times around my ankles then tighten and tie it off, “See if you’re able to uncross your ankles…”

I tried as hard as I could but my ankles were locked in place and I became wet realizing this was the first time I had ever been tied for real, “No… no… there’s no way Tommy.”

He tied the end of a long rope to each wrist and, as he brought the other ends to the diagonally opposing post, I asked, “Were you a boy scout? You seem to be pretty good with knots.”

“You have to thank Luanne again, the woman in the sex shop. When I went back the second time there was no one else in the store so she showed me a bunch of stuff. She showed my some easy knots and some other stuff and she helped me some more with the flogger.”

“I’ll have to drop by and thank her.” I said, as Tommy made a loop in one rope, wrapped it around the far post, and threaded the other rope through the loop.

Tommy said, “Yeah… me too… okay, I’m going to pull your arms now and so have to tell me if it gets to tight or uncomfortable.”

He pulled the rope through the loop tighter and tighter which drew my arms straight back until they were pointing directly at the far post. He kept pulling, forcing my back hard against the bedpost, then he stopped, “I think that’s tight enough… don’t be a martyr Al… please.”

It did cause my shoulders to ache a bit this new sensation of being immobile from the neck down was creating a gale force storm in my vagina so I answered, “It’s fine, Tommy… it’s perfect.”

He tied it off then came and stood if front of me and said, “Wow… WOW… you don’t know how… how… I don’t’ know… beautiful just doesn’t cut it.”

He leaned down and kissed me then said, “Oh… hang on a minute…”

Tommy went to his bag, removed a digital camera and snapped a couple of pictures then showed them to me on the camera’s viewer. The way my arms were pulled back made my boobs jut out like they were begging to be played with and, although it seemed a little conceited, the sight of my own naked body, tied and stretched, caused the storm to ramp up to hurricane status!

“I was hoping to gag you for a while with a cloth and rope but I can’t really find a good fabric. The facecloths are too big and…”

I interrupted, “What about my panties?”

“The little red thong? Forget it… you’d probably swallow them!”

I laughed and said, “No, no… in my bag… there’s a pair of regular cotton ones. They’re brand new… I haven’t even worn them yet.”

He retrieved the panties and asked if I wanted him to wet them first but I said no so he rolled them up, kissed me again, and stuffed them in.

Next he got a small cushion from chair, placed it between my head and the post, and gently pushed my forehead back. He got some rope, looped it, through my mouth and around my head and the post. He then looped the end across the coils and pulled it snug and tied it off. Except for my fingers, toes, and eyelids, I was completely immobile. Even just a kiss from him would probably have triggered a train wreck of an orgasm.

Tommy took a couple more snaps and showed them to me. I couldn’t move my head at all so he had to hold them right in front of my eyes. DAMN… I looked so freaking erotic! I tried to get him to touch me, “Tommy… please… touch me… PLEASE!” but this gag made it come out as absolute gibberish. He kissed me again then went to the shopping bag.

I assumed he was getting the flogger and I closed my eyes in anticipation but, when nothing happened right away, I opened them again to see him kneeling in front of me. He kissed me, smiled a devilish smile, then moved behind me…

“OH…OH NO… OH… AHHHHAAHAAHAAAAA….” The tip of the feather sent a jolt right through me as it touched the sole of my foot. He moved it from the sole to the ball of my foot and then lightly under my toes. Then over to my other foot, under the toes, swirling on the ball, then crisscross on the sole, “AHHHAAAAAA… NO.NONO…HAAAAHAAAHAAA… STOP…HAAAAHAAAAHAAAA…”

I laughed myself completely out of air but he was watching so he stopped and let me catch my breath, “Holy crow! And we just started….We’ll have to thank Luanne for this too!”

“NONONONO… PLEASE… STOP… STOP…AAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA…” He wafted the feather tip up my ankle, then the back of my lower leg, then in a back and forth wave pattern up the back of my thigh. I was terribly ticklish anyway but this… this immobility… unable to move or recoil from the relentless feather was too much!

“OHGAWDNO… TOMMY… NONONO… GAAAAWD…” He drew little circles on the side of my hip, then on my hip bone, then the feather glided to my butt cheek. Again, little circles up and down, from the top to the bottom then up the middle. He stopped, seeing that I was again out of breath. My eyes were watering and my throat was getting hoarse and, as I gasped in as much air as I could, I thought of screaming “Philadelphia” but I knew this was fun for him and it was arousing but… then he started again.

“HAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA… NAAAAA…” Tommy moved the feather tip in lazy circles across my tummy, up my side, across my tummy again, up the other side, across, just under my boobs. Then he spiraled that evil tuft up my breast and flicked at my nipple with the feather tip. I was biting hard on the cloth and pulling on my ropes with everything I had… I needed to get away from this! He moved to my other boob and spiraled and flicked: “UNNNNNNNOOOOOO…” Then he stopped again.

He looked into my eyes and I wanted him to see that he must stop… if he loves me he must stop. Then he said, “I can’t tell you how neat it is to watch you fight this but, remember, if it gets too much, you say ‘Philadelphia’, okay? Do you want to say ‘Philadelphia’ now?”

Laughing so hard had made me terribly light headed and I knew I couldn’t take much more but, if it didn’t last too much longer… if I could take just a little more… let him enjoy it just a little more…

Breathless, still gasping for air, I said, “Uh uh.”

He started again on my boobs, spiraling, flicking… I clenched my teeth on the cloth and held my breath, pushing like I was delivering a baby. Tommy moved the torment to my tummy, back and forth, lower and lower. Then he went across my abdomen, then my pubes, “BWAAAAAHAAAAHAAAA…”

He stopped just long enough for me to get one lungful then moved the feather tip between my legs. Little spirals from my bum crack and forward across my perineum; up then down my labia… then my clit.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHSHIIIIIIIIIIT!”

My eyes snapped open as my bud betrayed me; popping out from under its hood, engorged and begging for more. He circled then flicked the plume lightly, stroked my labia, outside and in, then back to that turncoat clitoris. I couldn’t move but the orgasm caused me to shake, almost vibrate, in my restraints. Tommy didn’t touch me he just kept using the feather as my convulsions caused my abdomen to try and rip itself free from me. I could not make a sound… I was out of air and the room began to spin as my sensitized vulva jerked with every touch… then he stopped.

Huge gasp of air, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” Then, “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh…”

He cupped his hand between my legs and softly rubbed; I was so wet it felt like he was squeezing a sponge. When he had brought me down a bit, he undid the gag rope and gently pulled out the panty; allowing me to get a decent lungful. I was dizzy and the butterflies in my belly made me feel like I might get sick but it passed as I caught my breath.

“Oh… Tommy… next time… just use… the whip…”

Tommy was close to me now, holding my head against his, cheek to cheek, “Well, you said I should force you and, too bad for me, but you didn’t relent.”

“What?”

He continued, “You didn’t give in. You said I should tie you real tight then, your words, ‘do anything I want’ to make you agree to pleasure me with your mouth but you didn’t give in… so… you win.”

SHIT! I forgot all about that! I would suck him for a week straight to have stopped the tickling! Besides; the reason I said that in the first place was because I loved his cock in my mouth, “No… no… uh… I give in… I don’t want you to tickle me more so I give in… I will pleasure you, Tommy!”

He protested a bit but finally stood up, dropped the sweats, and moved himself into my waiting mouth. I don’t think he’ll ever understand how much I like doing this to him, especially when I’m tied like this, only able to move my head. He doesn’t “fuck” my mouth like all the others did, instead he lets me take him in and control the movement and caress him with my tongue. When he comes, and even after he becomes sensitive, he lets me fondle his penis with my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. It was arousing me and I think I had a little orgasm when he climaxed.

He untied me and we had a nice slow, sensual shower together then went to bed. We talked for a bit and made love again—me on top; something I rarely did before, then we floated off to a childlike sleep. If the hotel had burned to the ground that night, they would have found us still holding each other and still asleep.

I changed my flight so we could fly back to Toronto together. We even became charter members of the Mile-High Club, much to the annoyance of the three flight attendants. Everybody on the plane knew and, as we returned to our business class seats, a few guys gave Tommy a thumbs up… there was even some quiet applause. I wasn’t embarrassed at all, in fact, I was proud that everyone knew I was with him and that we had just done what every one of them wished they could.

My girlfriend Wendy had driven me to the airport but Tommy had used a park and fly service so he was going to drive me home. In the parking lot, I picked out his car right away… a late sixties, black Corvette convertible; it just fit him so well.

Over the next few months I spent most weekends at his place which afforded us more privacy than mine. I was still working during the week and Tommy still did a fair bit of web design out of his office at home. His commitment, to the large corporation that bought his business, was finally fulfilled so he could pretty much do what he wanted.

During that time we experimented with many, many different bondage rigs and scenarios; even a couple of outdoor scenes that never worked out. Although his place was not in town there were still quite a few homes in the area and we were always interrupted by people out walking and hiking. One in particular, a Little Red Riding Hood scenario that had promised to be very exciting, was interrupted by two turkey hunters who never knew how close they had come to seeing something they would never have forgotten. The very next day Tommy started looking for properties.

The following weekend we drove about twenty minutes north to view a one hundred acre farm property. We turned into a lane marked by a mailbox with the name “P. Castle”. The gravel driveway turned to pavement as we neared a beautifully renovated farm house and two well maintained barns. There was even a good sized, two bedroom “granny flat” about fifty meters from the main house. The farm was originally a horse breeding operation and, at one time, some very expensive horses grazed here so the entire acreage was surrounded by a seven foot chainlink security fence. The real estate agent told us that the husband had died tragically and the wife was fairly eager to sell so Tommy put in an offer… cash deal… no mortgage. Three days later Tommy had himself a ranch as well as three horses that were part of the deal, and a large empty barn with enormous potential!

Driving back Tommy suggested I sell my place and move in with him. Four weeks later we moved to the ranch.

We put an ad in the local paper for a full time person to care for the horses and the other farm chores. A couple of days later, a beautiful local girl named Kendall Bellamy applied for, and got, the job. She would receive a generous salary and live in the granny flat. Tommy told her that, while the horse barn was of course hers to look after, the empty barn was off limits. Immediately we started making drawings and plans to convert that barn into a dream bondage studio. About a week later an incident occurred that was to change our lives forever.

My girlfriend Wendy and I had been close since high school and had socialized often and shared our deepest secrets, right up until my trouble with Bruce. For a time after that I had withdrawn into a bad place, fearful of people in general and men in particular. We didn’t see much of each other from then ‘til I returned from the seminar. From then on we started meeting again for coffee or lunch and made a point of staying in touch. We met one afternoon for a late luncheon and, as soon as I walked into the café, I could see she was unhappy.

After the waiter left our menus I asked, “What’s wrong Wendy?”

She answered, “Oh… it’s just… a lot of things… piling up, you know? If you don’t mind, Ally… I’d just as soon not talk about it right now. How about you? How’s the ranch working out?”

I didn’t want to push if she wasn’t ready so I told her about Kendall and the horses and, since she knew about my bondage thing, our plans for the barn. Then she asked, “Did you ever get to do the Riding Hood thing?”

“Oh yes! Last Monday afternoon… those fences are great! Nobody ever comes on the property.”

Wendy leaned forward and, almost whispering, said, “Well… details girlfriend!”

It had been a terrific experience so I eagerly began to elaborate, “It was so much fun Wendy… I was this naïve and innocent young girl who was going through the woods to grandma’s to meet a boy. Apparently, in our culture, grandmothers always arranged the marriages for their granddaughters.

“Anyway… I’m going through the woods when I encounter a man, Mr. Wolf, and he asks where I was headed so I tell him and then he says ‘Have you passed an official inspection’ I say no then he says ‘Oh my, you are a very brave girl!’ I ask what he means and he says ‘Oh, Miss Riding Hood, if the boy was to discover a flaw then your grandmother would lose her standing in the community. Why, she’d probably have to move away!’

“So then I say ‘Oh my, Mr. Wolf, I wouldn’t want that to happen! I must find an inspector right away!’ So Mr. Wolf says ‘Well, as luck would have it, I am an inspector.’ So of course I think this is pretty lucky…”

Wendy breaks in; “Because you’re so naïve, right? How did you keep a straight face through all this?”

I answer, “Yes, because I am so terribly naïve and… we giggle all the time but we get passed it.”

Wide eyed, Wendy says, “Continue… continue!”

“Okay… so I ask if he could inspect me now and he says ‘Well… I have much to do but, since you are such a lovely young lady, I will inspect you now.’ So I thank him and ask him what to do… oh, I’m wearing a poor girl dress and panties… that’s it. Anyway, he says ‘Please remove your dress and hang it on the tree’ So I take off the dress and he says ‘What is that around you middle?’ I say ‘They are panties, Mr. Wolf.” And he says, ‘You see, this is a serious flaw! You mustn’t wear anything like that! Please get rid of them quickly’

“So I take off the panties and throw them away then he says, ‘Now please put your hands up above your head and spread you legs.’ So I do then he walks around me a couple of times…”

Wendy breaks in again, “Were you getting excited?”

I answer, “Oh Wendy, I get so wet when we do these things. I just love being naked in front of him. I love the way he looks at me. It’s even better now than when we first met.”

She just looked at me and I thought I saw her eyes well up so I continued, “Anyway… Mr. Wolfe looks me over then he rubs my bum and then between my legs… then he squeezes my boobs… then he opens my mouth and examines my teeth and I burst out laughing. He teased me but then we got back into it. So he says ‘Miss Riding Hood, everything seems to be satisfactory but I think it would be wise for a major inspection… for the sake of your beloved grandmamma!’ Well… that got me giggling but I managed to say ‘Oh yes thankyou Mr. Wolfe. We must protect my grandmamma!’

“So… then he points to a couple of trees and says ‘That is the official bride-to-be inspection station.’ And I say ‘Do you mean the two trees with the ropes attached?’ And he says ‘Yes… please allow me to assist you.’ So then he ties me with the ropes so that I am spread-eagled between the trees and then… well… it was really nice Wen. He touched me and rubbed and put his fingers in and kissed… you know. I think he was pretty turned on, seeing me spread naked like that… so he brought on a really sweet orgasm but then of course he had to punish me because a bride-to-be shouldn’t… Oh… Wendy, what is it sweetie?”

She had started to cry so I held her hands until, finally, she said, “It’s just… you two are so in love and… you have so much fun. Why can’t I have that, Ally… am I so bad…?”

“No, no, Wendy, no… you’re a beautiful girl and you’ll meet somebody…”

She interrupted, “When, Ally… when will I meet my Tommy? I’ve been with six guys in the last eighteen months and all of them have been… shitheads… just big shitheads!”

She cried a bit more then settled down and continued, “They were just awful, Ally… one of them hit me and most of the others were just… all they talked about was sports and crap like that. None of them new how to make love they just… banged me. And there was this guy, Frankie… I thought maybe he was going to be okay but… well you know I’d kind of like to try some bondage stuff, but when I suggested it to him… he started calling me like ‘slut’ and ‘perverted’… I’ll never meet a decent guy… I just know it.”

We talked for more than an hour and she got a little better but when we left the café I could see she was still upset. I couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about Wendy and how we were so much alike… except that I had met Tommy. It occurred to me that I wasn’t just luckier that her, I was luckier than most women. I loved Wendy and I really wanted to help her.

In the morning, all through breakfast, I told Tommy about Wendy and how I wished I could help her through it. We took our coffees and sat on the front porch and I said, “Sometimes you don’t realize how rare a guy like you is, Tommy.”

“Rare? Yeah… rare like a grain of sand on a beach. I’m just a regular guy, Al. Okay, I happen to be the luckiest regular guy on the planet but…”

I interrupted, “I want to ask you a huge favour, Tommy.”

Tommy replied, “Anything baby, you know that.”

“What about… I mean… would you… consider… this is hard.”

He said; “What, Alyssa? You can ask anything.”

I was so nervous, “What if… what if you did a scenario… with Wendy?”

He looked at me for a moment then looked away and was silent for a long time. I didn’t want to push him and I was getting frightened that I may have asked too much. Finally he sighed then said, “Look… I understand that she’s your friend and you feel you need to help her but… well… first of all, I’m not sure it would do her any good anyway.”

I had never seen him so upset since we met. I began to get scared that I may have crossed a line so, I got up, straddled his legs and put my arms around him, “Tommy, I love you more than air itself… you know that right? And if what I’m saying has even a tiny chance of hurting us then I will shut up about it right now.”

He smiled and kissed me then said, “I guess our relationship should be strong enough to at least have this conversation, it’s just that I can’t lose you… not for anything and… I still don’t see how this would help your friend.”

“I thought it might take that… aspect… out of the equation for her.”

Puzzled, he said; “I don’t… what equation?”

I continued, “She’s been trying very hard, too hard really, to find a man like… well… like you. And, believe me, there are not very many of you around so… I thought if she could have this then she might find a nice guy and not have to worry whether he was into spanking or whatever.”

He looked at me and said, “Would you have been satisfied with that…? Just one night and that was it?

I sighed and answered, “Well… obviously no… but, I don’t know what else to do; she’s so depressed now.”

Then Tommy said, “Okay, I tell you what… you think about it today and I will too and we’ll discuss it again at supper. You have to be realistic… I mean obviously she would end up naked and I would have to touch her at least a little. Are you saying that you’d be okay with that?”

I started to answer but he cut me off; “Oh… and you’d have to be there. That’s not negotiable. You’d have to be there all the time and if you see anything, anything at all that you don’t like, you must tell me.”

I said; “Are you thinking of doing it?”

“We’ll discuss it at dinner, okay?”

Of course I wasn’t sure if I was okay with it; the thought of him touching another woman scared the crap out of me! I had been up all night thinking about him with my naked and bound best friend, doing all the things that he did with me. Oddly, it wasn’t jealousy; I really did think that I was selfish to keep him all to myself but… what if he liked it with her better than me? What if she could take more than me?

But, if it could help Wendy… and he did say, in no uncertain terms, that it was up to me to set the rules; as always, the ball was in my court.

He took me to town for supper and neither one of us broached the subject throughout the meal but, on the ride home Tommy said, “So… about our discussion at breakfast…”

I blurted out, “I think we should do it! But… I make the rules, right?”

He said, “Of course, except you have to be there… and… have you talked to Wendy about this?”

“No, not yet… but I was thinking… what if you did a scenario with the both of us?”

He sighed and said, “Okay… I’ll do this if you really want but… it’s for you. You have to promise… swear on all you hold dear, that if anything, even for a second, bothers you, you will stop it. I know Wendy is your friend but you are my one and only priority… promise my, Alyssa.”

“I promise, Tommy. Please. Please, Tommy you have to know that I feel the same way.”

He answered, “I do, babe… I do… Okay, I’ll come up with a scenario and you can run it by your friend and we’ll go from there.”

I spent the rest of the ride home thinking of how I could make love to him that night like he had never been made love to before. I was determined that when we were done, he would know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was his and would be forever.

An incredulous Wendy stared at me and said, “Are you serious?”

Her voice was quite loud and had drawn some attention for other café patrons so I leaned in close and softly said, “It’s just an idea, Wen. Tommy and I talked it over and, if you want to do it, we thought it might help you.”

Wendy was still pretty flustered, “I don’t know what to say… where would we…?  I’ve never even met… Oh, I don’t know, Ally.”

“It would be on the weekend at the ranch… nice and private,” I said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. “Tommy has this scenario and I would be there the whole time.”

Wendy was blushing and couldn’t look me in the eye as she said, “I’ll… think about it, okay?”

Trying to assure her, I held her hands and said; “If this is something you don’t want to do, it’s okay… just say so and we’ll never speak of it again, okay? Nobody will ever know… either way.”

We paid for our meal, left the café and, on the sidewalk, I gave her a big hug then we parted and I headed for my car. Suddenly I heard her call me, “Ally… Alyssa!”

From about thirty feet away, I turned to see what she wanted and she shouted, “Saturday morning at ten… is that okay?”

Wendy showed up at ten on the dot and, after I introduced her to Tommy, we all sat on the front porch for coffee. She was obviously very nervous but Tommy was exceptionally reassuring, outlining the scenario and going over “Philadelphia’ and “Chicago”. He stressed the out word so that she knew she could stop things at any time.

The scenario was to be a “captured spy” thing wherein Tommy would “apprehend” us and “torture” us to find the location of the “McGuffin”. We laughed as we tried to come up with locations for the McGuffin; the outhouse; Wendy’s birth control case; my panty drawer. It didn’t matter of course, the McGuffin was actually nothing, just a part of the game.

Tommy then went to the studio and we were to follow in about fifteen minutes. It was clear that Wendy was getting very nervous so I said, “You’re going to love this, Wen. Just remember, no matter how into the scenario you get, ‘Philadelphia’ stops everything. And remember too that Tommy will never hurt you.”

She was a little confused by that last remark but I knew she’d understand later so we got up and headed for the studio. We were both wearing forty’s style skirts, blouses, bras, and panties; we pretended that we were sneaking in to a secret spy base as we entered the studio.

It was pitch black as we went in and, as I locked the door behind me, we realized we were in a box, maybe five foot square. Suddenly, there was a bright light from above and we looked up to see a bed of large sharp spikes overhead. I knew they were actually styrofoam but I could hear Wendy’s apprehension in her breathing… then the voice…

“There is no escape and if you do not obey my commands I will release the spikes and you will both die. Do you understand?”

Getting into my role I said; “Who are you…? You have no right…”

“SILENCE! Obey or die… choose now!”

I could see that this was scaring the crap out of Wendy so I whispered, “We’ll have to obey for now, until we can escape… remember sweetie, it’s just a game.”

Shakily she answered, “Okay…”

I shouted; “Very well, we will obey… who are you?”

“My name is unimportant. You will address me as ‘sir’. Now, both of you put on the blindfolds hanging on the wall then place your hands behind your heads.”

She was still shaky so I had to put her blindfold on then we placed our hands behind our heads and the inner door opened. He guided us out and stood us side by side then said, “Remove your clothing… all of it… now!”

Back in character I said, “No! You have no right… OW!”

“The Voice” had smacked me on the bum with a riding crop, “SILENCE! You will obey me now or you will be killed. Is that clear?”

I answered, “Yyyyes.”

“Yes WHAT,” said the voice.

Meekly I said, “Yes sir.”

I was hoping that my play acting would help Wendy get into it without being too afraid but her breathing told me she was really scared… yet… she hadn’t tried to stop it.

“Now… both of you… disrobe immediately!”

“Yes sir,” I said and we started to undress. I could hear Wendy unzip her skirt but she must have balked at her underwear because “the Voice” suddenly said, “The bra… NOW!” I was already naked so he had to be talking to her.

Wendy said, “Yyyyes ssssir.” She sounded so scared! Then I heard a smack and Wendy cry out…

“Now the panties… quickly!”

Tearfully she answered, “Yyyyes… ssssir.” She sounded so frightened; I was tempted to stop it but… she could do that if she wanted and I knew Tommy was watching her and would remind her of the out word soon.

Speaking to her again he said, “There is a chair behind you… now sit.” I could hear rustling and knew that he had guided her into the seat and was tying her to the chair. Then I heard him whisper, “Don’t forget ‘Philadelphia’… don’t be afraid to say it if you get too scared.”

Then, speaking to me, he said; “Now you… come over here.” He guided me to the large padded sawhorse and gave me a quick kiss then tied me bent over, with my arms bound to the legs on one side and my ankles tied spread to the legs on the other side. I wasn’t sure about Wendy but, I was getting pretty wet!

I knew he had removed Wendy’s blindfold when I heard him say, “Now, you will see what awaits you if you do not cooperate!”

He hadn’t gagged me so I knew he wanted me to make some noise and, when I heard the distinctive “swoosh” of the windmilling rubber flogger, I knew that wasn’t going to be difficult.

“OWW…OWWW… OH GAWD… OWWW… PLEASE… OH GAWD…” The rubber flogger rendered a very severe sting and Tommy didn’t like using it a lot because it left welts. It would also be painful for me to sit for a while but Tommy was always careful to only strike my bum and thighs; he avoided my hips so I could lie comfortably on my side for a night or so.

“NO… NO… PLEASE… OW GAWD… OWWWWW…” My tears were real and the rapid lashes to my cheeks and thighs were making me jerk hard against the ropes but this whip always got me extremely aroused in a hurry. When he let up so I could catch my breath, I could hear Wendy crying in her chair.

“OH GAWD… OH GAWD… NONONO… OHGAWDOHGAWD… OH SIR… PLEASE…” Tommy knew I was close now.

Immediately he went and replaced Wendy’s blindfold and I laughed a bit as I heard him say, “I’m afraid this will be too much for you to see.”

He came back and gave me a few quick lashes on the back of my legs, just above the knees. Then he knelt down in front of me, slid his fingers in, and used his thumb on my clit whispering, “Lots of noise, okay?” As before… not a problem…

“OH GEEEEZ… OH GEEEEEEZ… PLEASE… GEEEEEEEEZ!” The orgasm was instantaneous and powerful and Tommy was noisily whacking the sawhorse with one hand and, with the other, caressing my vulva as only he can. Wendy must have thought he was beating me to death!

It was difficult to stay quiet as he softly stroked my labia as I came back down, then he kissed me and whispered, “Just hang there for a couple, like you’re out cold, okay?”

He got up and went back to Wendy and I knew he had removed her blindfold when I heard her say; “OH! My God!” I can only imagine what went through her mind at the sight of my panting, naked, apparently unconscious body bent over the sawhorse; red welts from my bum to my knees.

I heard him take her over to the post and, after a moment, he said, “Now stand there and do not move, do you hear me? If you move you will suffer even worse than your friend!”

Meekly, but no longer shaking, she answered, “Yes sir.”

I heard Tommy rustle around then I felt the marvelous sensation of his hands massaging in the E lotion on my bum and legs. He quickly untied my ankles then came in front, removed the blindfold and freed my wrists. I stood up and looked at Wendy standing between the posts, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, and legs spread to shoulder width; awaiting her inquisitor’s return. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had spread her legs without prompting.

Tommy went about securing her in a standing spread-eagle between the posts then he attempted to insert a ball gag but she clenched her mouth and fought him. A quick pinch to the nipple caused her to scream, “AAAAA” and the gag was in… I could never beat that one either. I quietly moved so I was in front of her and… holy cow…! She looked so EROTIC!” I’d seen pictures of myself like this but never another woman and… I couldn’t keep from touching myself.

Tommy, standing behind her with a Pony’s Tail, said, “You can save yourself a lot of pain, my dear, by telling me the location of the McGuffin now.” He was windmilling the flogger close to her bum so she could hear the “swoosh” and feel the breeze.

“No… never!”

She must have expected the first hit to be on her butt because she jerked hard when he started on her lower calf. He walked the lash up her calf to the back of her knee, with rapid, rhythmic, relatively light strokes. He moved to the other leg again, started on her lower calf but continued up just below her bum, then back to the other leg. Wendy was panting but had been fairly quiet; just a steady “Unnnnnnnn…gasp… unnnnnnn…” I was beginning to rub a little harder.

He stopped and asked her for the McGuffin’s location but she defiantly answered, “No, I will not tell… you can hit me as hard as you want but I will never tell!” Clearly she wanted him to use more force.

Tommy got to work again, moving the whip from her hip and down the side of her leg to her ankle. Then back up the other leg, then to her butt cheeks. Her gleaming, sweat soaked body was violently jerking in the restraints and I noticed tears emerging from under the blindfold; she was crying now but still suppressing her scream. I was rubbing like I was trying to remove paint and… Tommy saw me, “YOU! STOP! How dare you do that without my command?”

He was whipping her from the front now; her legs, abdomen and tummy then all around her boobs. Again to me he said, “Bring me that small sawhorse now!”

I had thought I was out of the scenario so I was surprised but I did as instructed. He motioned for me to put the small, padded sawhorse in front of her and, as I did, I noticed a little puddle forming on the floor from Wendy’s feverishly dripping vagina. Still whipping her chest, sides, and arms, he said, “Now lie on the top and spread your legs… WIDE!” Without missing a beat he dropped his sweats and slid his rock hard, dripping cock into me.

“AAAAAAHAAAAAAA….NOOOO… AAAAAAAAA… gasp”

Wendy couldn’t contain her screams once Tommy moved the lash to her breasts. He was grinding his hips into me and whipping her at the same time… I wished we were filming this.

“IEEEEEEEEEEE… AAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA… gasp…”

I exploded with her scream and I’m sure she did too as Tommy moved the flogger between her legs and maintained that amazing stroke, from her perineum, across and inside her wide spread labia, and just nicking her engorged clit. I felt his liquid flood into me but still, he kept up his whipping and his grinding. It wasn’t easy though; I could see his sweatshirt glued to his soaked chest.

“OHHHHHhhhhhhh… gaaaawd… please… stop…”

Wendy was almost whispering, virtually all her energy was gone, and her pussy must have been very sensitive but, Tommy kept lightly whipping her dripping labia, then, somewhat breathlessly, Tommy said, “Tell me the location…”

Despite the softness of his strikes, her body jerked with each blow and her head was hanging, chin on chest. The girl was spent but she managed a hoarse, “It’s… in your… sock… drawer.” We all started to laugh.

Tommy leaned down and kissed me as he withdrew and whispered, “I think it’s time for the shower.”

He freed her from the restraints and removed her blindfold then we both steadied her as we walked to the shower. Tommy thought it best if I washed Wendy so I did but, a quick glance at his newly steeled penis showed that this “girl-on-girl” action was a little too much for him. I told Wendy to just stand and soak for a bit then I turned, knelt, and eased his discomfort.

Tommy and I applied the lotion, dressed her, and ourselves, in bathrobes, and went back to the front porch. Wendy had not said a word since she gave up the whereabouts of the McGuffin.

At the porch, Wendy and I sat while Tommy went in to get us all some water. Just before he returned Wendy, with tears in her eyes, looked at me and silently mouthed, “Thankyou.” He gave us the water then went back in for some wine, his requisite rye and ginger, and a cigar. When he returned, Wendy looked at him and said; “You should do this for a living!”

We all laughed for a bit then Wendy interrupted, “I’m not kidding, Tom… you have a gift and I think there are quite a few women that would pay big money for this.”

I saw his exasperated look but… I actually thought it might be a good idea so I said, “You know… maybe you should think about this. You did say you were getting a little tired of web design and that stuff. And, you have to admit, Tommy, you are really good at this!”

“You two are NUTS…! And, besides, wouldn’t that amount to… prostitution?”

Wendy was adamant, “No… not even close! Look… the session, the nice shower, the lotion, and all the rest makes it more like a spa. And you didn’t touch me… I know I had a couple of orgasms…oh, that last one was outstanding, by the way…”

I added; “The house has six bedrooms, right? We could fix them up and maybe redo the kitchen and a few other things… and it could be a weekend visit. I bet women would pay a couple of thousand for something like that.”

Tommy kept protesting, “Come on… the logistics would be overwhelming. There’d be so much to organize; we’d have to find out what each woman would want; new equipment; safety…”

I interrupted, “I could quit my job and take care of all the paperwork and that kind of thing.”

Tommy looked at me and said, “You’d be willing to do that? So… we could do this together?”

Wendy, sensing a chink in the armour said, “What if I could get you ten clients in the next fourteen days?”

For the next two weeks Tommy and I batted the idea around; we even argued a couple of times which is something we had never done. I knew I would have some problem if the women wanted him to be intimate with them. Tommy’s only problems all revolved around me which; was so sweet and so exasperating. Finally we agreed that, if we did this, then it was engraved in stone… if it got sour, for either one of us, we shut it down… for good. Tommy added that it was probably academic anyway because he was skeptical that Wendy, despite her many contacts as a booking agent, could deliver ten women in two weeks who were willing to pay two grand for a weekend.

We were sitting on the porch having Saturday morning coffee when Wendy’s car pulled up. She grabbed a large metal briefcase from the trunk and sauntered up to the porch, “Anybody want to buy me a cup of coffee?”

After some coffee and small talk Wendy said, “So… have you guys been thinking about the ‘spa’?”

Tommy answered, “Well… we talked about it a lot and I guess we’re not entirely against it but… we were kind of waiting to see how you did.”

Wendy pointed to the briefcase and said, “Open it.”

I popped the latches and swung the lid open… and gasped!

Tommy’s eyes were wide as he said, “Holy SHIT!”

The briefcase was complexly full of cash money. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Finally I composed myself to ask, “How much is there?”

Wendy casually answered, “One hundred and thirty thousand dollars.”

Tommy repeated, “Holy SHIT!” then he added, “That’s like… sixty five women… HOLY SHIT!”

Wendy corrected him, “No, actually it’s twenty six women… at… five thousand each… for a two to three day stay.”

Tommy was absolutely flabbergasted, “Five thousand! But… how much time do we have? And how do we go about…”

Wendy interrupted, “I’ve taken the liberty of drawing up some ideas about conducting interviews, setting up an account, payments, etc. Maybe Ally and I could go over them and then run them by you at dinner… assuming I’m invited.”

I said, “Of course… but you should get a commission, right?”

Wendy said, “Oh, absolutely. I’d settle for… two free sessions a year.”

Tommy and I looked at each other then he said, “We couldn’t consider this for any less than four.”

A very happy Wendy said “Deal!” Then she added, “You were a big fan of that sci-fi show on TV weren’t you, Tom?”

Tommy replied, “Yeah, I was why?”

“Do you remember the tall blonde?” said Wendy.

“Oh you mean…”

She interrupted, “We’re going to refer to her as ‘Teri’… She doesn’t want to use her real name… in fact, none of them do. Anyway, she’s your first client.”

A very excited Tommy said, “Far freaking out!”

Speaking to Wendy I said, “Shouldn’t Tommy use a pseudonym too?”

She agreed, “Yes, I think that would be a very good idea. We must be very discreet in all things. It is part of the deal that the women will and should expect. The farm is perfect; long private lane; the fences; all of it. But Tom should use a fake name in anything that has to do with the operation.”

I looked at Tommy and said, “So, sweetie, what name do you think would be à propos?

A perplexed Tommy replied, “All that comes to mind now is ‘Goofy’”

We had some more coffee and bandied about a number of really stupid names until Wendy suggested ‘Marquis de Sade’”

We laughed a bit then Tommy protested, “Well, first of all, I don’t consider myself a sadist and, secondly, it might scare some folks off.”

I interjected, “Of course you’re not a sadist, in fact, you’re probably the exact opposite but, the name kind of fits… maybe a variation… an anagram maybe…”

We started throwing out variations of the name; Marq Suidesade; Midas Quiredes; Red Maquissade. Then it suddenly jumped out at me so I wrote it down and showed it to them.

They both kind of liked it and after some arguing, and-- because it looked more European-- repositioning the ‘e’ in front of the ‘d’ instead of after, we had his new name…

Sam Darquesied.

* * Alyssa’s Story Ends * *

Wow… you guys really are soul mates… how long ago was all this?” I ask

Alyssa answers, “About seven years ago, Sylvia; I was thirty then and he was fifty.”

I was fascinated by all she had told me; it was like finally finding the combination to a mysterious padlock, but I had a thousand more questions, “So Teri was the first ‘client’? She’s been going for seven years?”

“That’s right,” answers Alyssa, “And then Malsa; then Isabella… most of the women at the party have been clients almost since we started. Lilly has only been coming for about a year because Malsa wouldn’t let her… ‘til she was twenty-one.”

“Mother and daughter… boy, I bet there’s a good story about them! Oh… and Kendall… what about her?”

Alyssa smiles and says, “They all have pretty good stories, Syl, and Kendall’s is one of the best, but it’ll have to be another day.”