Dinner and Then Some - Part 2

Author: Guess and Paris Waterman, Copyright 2002

Chapter 6

Leigh lay in her bath, indulging in a slow masturbation and tried to recall the places and ways they'd done it. Over the last two weeks they'd been like rabbits on a honeymoon. She'd even gone out and on a whim had her nipples pierced. Michael had been enthralled with them, and after they had had a chance to heal, played with them constantly.

They made love everywhere. The dining room table; Leigh had marred it with her bracelet while gripping its sides as Michael had hammered her with his tool.

She smiled at the memory. He'd gotten soooo deep that time, it was a wonder they hadn't fallen off and gotten hurt.

A wry smile formed on her lips as his nickname for his cock came to mind. 'Horace. Why in the world did men name their penises? And Horace of all things?'

Then there was that time in the kitchen; she'd been fixing a salad for lunch and he'd hiked her skirt up and entered her . . . she'd mixed some of his sperm into the salad dressing later just for added spice.

Leigh giggled like a little girl recalling the time in the car . . . not that unusual except that she'd been on her cell phone talking to Gabby and his fingers had . . . well Gabby detected a change in her voice that required some nimble thinking to explain.

And the night they went to the X-rated movie and she went down on him after noticing the other man in their row jerking off. Michael had nearly gone crazy trying to stop her and then came so hard she'd choked on his release. And later that same evening on leaving TGIF's she'd made him pull the car off to an old side road and he'd fucked her up the ass as she leaned against the hood and howled like a banshee.

Not to mention all the other times she sated herself masturbating. Her pussy was sore, even bruised from all the sexual activity; but she didn't care, in fact she'd demonstrated a new level of using household and some garage objects to masturbate. This included four separate trips to buy vibrators and other 'toys' to pleasure herself with. That prodded Leigh to use her latest purchase and she reached for the shelf alongside the tub for the new toy.

***

That afternoon, Leigh had lunch with her oldest and best friend, Gabby. Gabby, elegantly dressed as usual had arrived first and sat at the bar sipping a martini. Leigh paused and leant against the bar, totally feminine. Hip thrust out, knee bent elegantly inward providing a graceful line to her silk sheathed, slim, curvaceous body and waited until Gabby became aware of her presence.

"Leigh!" She cried out in pleasant surprise, "I didn't see you come in! How are you love?"

Hugs and invisible kisses followed as the two women silently appraised each other.

"We have a table," Gabby said, visibly pleased to see her friend. "It's . . . over there . . . next to the fireplace. Come on." And Gabby tugged her friend's arm as she made for the table on long, coltish limbs. On the way, Leigh envied what appeared to be Gabby's eternal youthfulness.

"How do you do it?" Leigh asked as she sat down and placed her napkin on her lap.

"Do what?"

"Stay so young?"

"What? Go on. I don't . . . Leigh --- you do that to me all the time. And look at you . . . why you look so refreshed and content it's almost unbelievable.

Leigh gazed across the table at her friend, and saw a dark-haired ethereal beauty. Tall and slim, with a curvaceous figure, small, yet finely, breasted, dressed in a sensuously elegant black satin lace trimmed slip serving as a cocktail dress. It was obvious she wore no brassiere under the slip, as her prominent, hard nipples punched out the glossy fabric like pebbles on the beach. A young waiter already stood by their table awaiting their order. Leigh knew this was unusual for this place as busy as it was and attributed it to Gabby's presence and lack of a bra.

"Are you ready for another?" Leigh asked.

"Always," Gabby responded with a huge smile.

"Two very dry martini's, shaken not stirred, and an extra olive, please."

The young man was entranced by Gabby's breasts and gawked with open mouth until Leigh interrupted his reverie to say, "And please bring us menu's when you return."

"Err, yes . . . certainly," and he backed away, forcing his eyes elsewhere and hurried to the bar and placed the order with a smiling bartender.

"Made quite an impression with him Gabby."

"Well he evidently approves of my finer points," she said and daintily dabbed her lips with a napkin.

"Finer points indeed," Leigh replied, thoroughly amused. 'They were so much alike,' Leigh thought. Absentmindedly, Leigh unbuttoned the top of her blouse and lightly scratched the skin of her upper chest.

"Going to give the kid a show when he returns?" Gabby laughed.

Leigh blushed for now both women's nipples were plainly trying to poke through their respective fabric.

"You won't believe I did this . . . in fact, I don't believe it myself, but . . . I had mine pierced."

"You didn't!"

Leigh flashed Gabby a smug smile. "Did."

"Michael . . . what did he say?"

"He can't keep his mouth and hands off them." "Very sexy. I can't wait to see them."

"Ha. Ha."

"Now I could understand doing it myself," Gabby said, "having just rid myself of my third husband, well . . . I'm not exactly horny, let's just say I'm sexually focused. But you . . ."

"Well for some reason our . . . we've been going at it like honeymooners."

"Well good for you. No! Good for both of you.!" Gabby said raising her glass in a toast.

"Oh, oh!"

"What?" Leigh asked, confused.

"Pierced or not, they see to be taking a bow."

Flushed and finding herself becoming slightly aroused, Leigh stammered a reply. "It . . . it's not the waiter."

Gabby realized she was on to something and moved in for the kill. "Well what brought this on?" And pointed at Leigh's rigid nipples just as the young waiter reappeared with their martinis.

Silently both women watched as his erection became obvious then as he made a very awkward departure, both burst out laughing.

"That poor thing," Gabby said, "if only he knew how much I want to suck his cock."

Leigh, still laughing, chimed in with, "Shaw was right. "Youth is wasted on the young. And you are a very sexually focused person."

"Thank you. Speaking of which," Gabby said, "I haven't been properly laid in over a month."

"That's shocking. That's . . .un-American," her companion was unabashedly grinning at her.

Tittering like a schoolgirl, responded, "Did you note the word properly?"

"I most certainly did," Leigh said taking a long sip of her drink.

In a very soft tone Gabby confided, "I met this guy and we hit it off, you know? So anyway I invited him up to my place for a drink."

"And?"

"Premature ejaculation."

"Oh, no!"

"Worse, he left and never called again."

Oh, Gabby," she said and reached across the table to touch Gabby's hand. "I feel . . . terrible," Leigh said.

"Well it's not the end of the world, Leigh. You know," Gabby paused and took a long swallow of her drink. "There's always another guy out there."

"Funny you should mention that," Leigh said.

"Oh?"

"Ummm, I persuaded Michael to take me into the city for our anniversary."

"Go on . . ."

"You know, I had all these romantic ideas . . . a long limousine; a little fooling around on the way . . ."

"They can see into the back you know. The drivers I mean."

"They can?" Leigh's hands flew up to her mouth. "Oh, God! I'm so embarrassed."

Gabby smirked. "Whatever do you do to Michael back there?"

"You can guess," Leigh said dourly, recovering slightly. "I made a complete ass out of the both of us." Leigh finished off her martini and waved vaguely at the bar for another.

"Worse things happen," Gabby said trying to soften the blow.

"Not to me, Gabby, not to me."

"All that aside, I haven't seen you looking this ravishing in ages. What else have you been up to?"

Just then the bartender brought her martini, smiled genially and said, "You ladies have caused Robby to lock himself in the men's room. Whatever did you do to him?"

They all laughed at this and commiserated over poor Robby's fate. Then Nate, (they'd learned his name) departed after telling them to signal him if they needed anything from the bar and ensured them Robby would eventually return to take their luncheon order.

"Ummm, Leigh?"

"Yes?"

"Before . . . you mentioned, well actually it was me that said it."

"What was that?"

"Well, I said 'There's always another guy out there,' and you said "Funny you should mention that."

"Right, I remember."

"Well, don't leave me hanging girl."

"Okay, okay. I had the strangest experience that evening."

"Details, I want all the dirt, now. Don't leave anything out."

"Let's see . . . Michael and I decided to fool around a little."

Gabby grinned. "I'd guessed that much. What else?"

"Actually we waited a bit too long to get started in the back seat. So just after I began to, uh . . . well the damn driver announced we were almost at the theatre."

"Oh!"

"What is it?"

"I just now realized that he must have been watching us to know enough to warn us we were arriving."

"I won't say a thing about having told you," Gabby said and took the olive from her martini and bit into it, grimacing at the tartness.

"Anyway we enjoyed the show. Do want all the gory details on that performance?"

"God no! Please continue. Oh, may I have your olive?"

"Be my guest," and held her glass out to her friend. "So we walked to this restaurant, and while waiting for our table I saw this "mystery man."

"A mystery man?" Whoa, did he have a patch over one eye, Brenda?"

Leigh laughed at the reference to the infamous "Brenda Starr, of comic book fame. "No, no, but he was mysterious in a different way. I mean, first off he was very impressive."

"Wore a codpiece did he?" Gabby was showing the effects of her drinks.

Leigh laughed again, then frowned seriously. "No, seriously, there was something about him. He had these beguiling, almost hypnotic eyes and was very handsome. Anyway, when Michael and I were seated he was sitting at a table near us."

"Alone?"

"Yes, at first. Then this striking, and I mean striking women joined him." Leigh gripped her arm as a means of emphasizing what she was saying. "I think she was his slave."

"Really? What gave you that impression?"

"How 'bout the fact that she wore a wide black-velvet collar?"

Gabby emptied her drink and signaled for another then said, "Okay, that's exhibit A."

"And she wore the shortest skirt. So that when he commanded her too . . ."

"Wait a minute. He commanded her?"

"Exactly. They has some prearranged signal for public places . . ."

"Come on, Leigh. You're reading an awful lot into this couple's actions."

"Can I finish?" Leigh asked coldly.

"I'm sorry. Please continue. I'll be quiet."

A new round of drink arrived. Robby was back. He'd recovered his poise and calmly took their orders, keeping his eyes averted from any possible embarrassment.

When he left, Leigh continued. "He sort of tapped her leg and she . . ." Leigh bit her lip. "I'm trying to put this delicately and it's very difficult."

"Put it however you want, we're both adults here."

"Yes, well, she promptly opened her legs for him."

"Lots of women do that, Leigh."

"Wide enough for me to see her pussy clearly from maybe fifteen feet away?"

Gabby gasped. "You saw her . . ."

"I did!"

Gabby gulped at her drink. "I may get plastered listening to this adventure of yours Leigh."

"Wait, there's more."

They shared another laugh and Leigh continued. "When she slouched down I saw his hand. Did I mention she was shaven?"

"I think I'm getting more than enough detail here."

"You're absolutely right. I'll cut to the chase. While they were doing this and that in public, Michael was droning on and on about his work. I tuned him out and started daydreaming about this couple. You know I have a vivid imagination Gabby and won't be surprised that I thought of them as an S&M type couple, although for the life of me I really haven't the foggiest notion of what's involved in that stuff."

"Very interesting," Gabby said feigning a German accent.

Anyway, I was so hot and bothered that I literally jumped poor Michael in the limo and fucked him all the way home."

"That figures. It WAS a night for celebrating Leigh. Nothing wrong there."

"Well, I hadn't counted on the damn driver watching me give Michael a royal blowjob."

Gabby laughed. "The question is: Did YOU enjoy it?"

"God, yes!" And while he was paying the driver, I ran ahead and set myself up for Michael to find me wearing only a garter belt. He just loves them . . . and leaning over a chair."

"Very erotic minded, Leigh." Gabby said tonelessly, then licked her lips.

For the next two weeks we've screwed in every conceivable fashion. In the house, at the park, in a public restroom." Leigh deliberately omitted the X-rated movie experience.

"Leigh, damn it, you knew I was horny when we sat down. I've got to confess that I'm afraid to get up. I just know I've spotted this chair and my dress is soaked through."

"Chortling, Leigh admitted to having a similar problem. "And if we go to the ladies together, poor Robby will lose his mind," she managed before laughing hysterically. The martinis had done their job.

Fortunately a female server brought their orders and they sat quietly eating for a while.

Gabby raised the subject again. "So how did it turn out with the mystery man?"

"She blew him at the table."

"My God, no!"

"Oh, yeah. And I had a front row seat."

"Jesus, I can see that this was not the ordinary night out on the town."

"That's not all. He KNEW I was looking."

"Wow!"

"And he gave me his card."

"What nerve. He actually came to your table . . . and what did Michael do?"

"No, nothing like that. I was on my way to the restroom, and he called to me saying I'd dropped something. Of course I denied dropping anything. But he handed me his card and I moved on."

"He's a nervy one. So he gave you his card?"

"Yes, I have it here somewhere."

"Somewhere my ass, you know exactly where it is."

"Fuck you Gabby, sometime you are just too much to put up with."

"Really? So just where is the note?"

"It's a card, a business card, not a note," she said digging into her purse.

"Can I see it?"

"Threw it away."

"Why are you rooting around in there then?"

"Got it!" Leigh exclaimed.

They were quiet for a time as Gabby carefully read the card and as she raised her eyes, Leigh jumped up and threw her arms around Gabby, sobbing, "What am I going to do?"

"You haven't called him?"

"No!"

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know!" She sobbed, tears rolling down her face, ruining her mascara. "I've never cheated on Michael, never!"

"Oh."

"That's all you can say is oh?"

"Well I cheated on my husbands all the time."

"No!" Leigh said, highly surprised. "I thought it was only that one time with that Englishman."

"Oh, no. I've . . . please understand why I haven't told you before, I'm ashamed of myself and I can't help it. Lately if I so much as think about a man's cock . . . I go crazy and have to have him."

"I don't believe this conversation!"

"Leigh, please!"

"Oh all right, after all I've just burdened you with my problem. Go on let me hear yours. But first let's get another drink."

"We'll be sloshed for real," Gabby said, a wry smile crossing her face in appreciation of her friend's tolerance. The bartender caught her eye and sent over another round.

"Who's driving?" Gabby asked.

"Are you kidding? We're taking a cab. I'm not risking my life or yours out there in this condition. We can pick the cars up tomorrow."

"Good idea," Gabby said as the drinks were served and the plates cleared away.

" 'kay, here's the story. I met John four years ago."

"When you were married to Jeff?"

"Yup, and we continued the affair through that marriage and up to today."

"Right through two marriages?"

"Yup. Thing is, John's married too. And . . . she's a great woman too. I wouldn't hurt her for anything . . .and here I've . . ." Gabby began to sob.

Leigh handed her a napkin and she blew her nose.

"Thank you," she said and placed the napkin in her lap. "I . . . I guess it was just one of those things, you know? We spent lots of time together as couples and were all fond of one another."

"This John . . . is it John Karras?"

"Yes . . . but please don't breathe a word to anyone. Swear to me Leigh, please?"

"It's safe with me, Gabby."

"You didn't swear, " Gabby said as her mascara began to run.

"I swear," Leigh said, dabbing at Gabby's eyes with a tissue.

"Okay . . . thanks," she sniffled and managed to continue. "Donna, John's wife was in the hospital, she'd had problems with the delivery of her second child . . . that would be Amy. I don't know if you recall any of this, but she had to remain there for observation for about a week."

"I do remember that," Leigh said quietly although her eyes had widened.

"So, being the good neighbor, I prepared dinner and invited John to join us. We did this two nights in a row then Jeff had to go out of town on a business trip for three days. I volunteered to bring dinner over to John and he said something like, 'Only if you dine with me.' Of course I did. One thing led to the next and he was telling me how long it had been since he'd gotten laid and the next thing I knew I was straddling him as he sat in the dining room chair."

"Your nipples are aroused," he said and then kissed me. "I had been waiting for him to make the first move for ages. The feeling of his kiss was sensational Leigh. I couldn't believe it, any of it."

Leigh licked her lips in anticipation of the torrid story to come. Gabby ignored her martini and took a long swallow from her water, then continued.

"He went for my blouse and began unbuttoning it. I could feel him growing bigger against my crotch where I sat on top of him. Leigh, you wouldn't believe how wet I was. And when he tossed my bra aside I told him wait, that I wanted to . . . to feed him my breast."

Leigh wiped her brow with her napkin, took a sip of her drink and breathed slowly through her mouth.

"And as he suckled me I felt my nipples harden into little rocks, especially when he tongued them. I wanted him to chew them off and couldn't keep still so I squirmed against his hardon. I realized I was losing control and pulled away, but I was still pressing against his cock.

"What's wrong," he asked. He . . . seemed so innocent."

"They're so sensitive, you know?" I managed to tell him.

"Do they hurt?"

"No," I peeped. "Just sensitive."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," I whispered.

"John changed tactics then and began licking those traitorous nipples in turn. Of course, this only served to intensify my squirming against him. He went back to suckling and I was lost. He cupped both my breasts and smiled at me. That smile . . . Oh, Christ! After that I was almost there."

"My hands left the back of the chair and wrapped around his neck forcing his face hard against a breast. Suddenly I thought I was convulsing as I bucked and churned my pussy against his cock and screamed his name. I came hard. It took some time to recover. I recall he stared at me at a while, then I was working his zipper down and drawing out his magnificent tool."

"He's big then?"

"Oh, yes he is. Long and thick!"

"God!"

"I remember saying, 'Please!' as I hiked my skirt up and wrenched my undies aside and guided him in.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this is hot," Leigh said. "Now I'm squirming too. If you could see the sparkle in your eyes Gabby . . ."

"Scare the shit out of me 'eh?"

"Probably so . . . and?"

"I began to ride his pole. Oh, it was a fucking pole all right and he adjusted his angle and penetrated to my cervix. I lost control and pounded up and down until I came again. Let me tell you, it was the greatest orgasm I've ever had. Nothing can even come close."

"Somewhere along the way John came too. I don't recollect, I was simply thrashing up and down and sideways coming and coming and coming."

"We rested without changing position. His cock remained inside me and when I whispered, 'Suck me some more,' I sensed him growing erect again and screamed, 'YES!' "

"And he did suck those titties of mine, Jesus, Leigh they were sore for a week afterward."

"That was some story."

"There's more."

"Oh, God!" And Leigh's hand moved below the table.

"Yes he worked my titties something fierce while I guess I just sat there breathing hard. Then he started fucking me and I was moving up and down again, although very slowly. Until he said, 'Come on Gabriela, ride my cock!' "

"I went crazy, it turns out I love it when he talks dirty to me. No one ever did that before."

"Ride it girl!" He yelled.

"Don't you just love fucking my dick with your twat?" He asked and before I could answer he screamed, "Oh, yeah . . . fuck me Gabby!"

"All I could manage to say was, 'Yeah!' and increase my pace."

"I can't hear you," he said, tormenting me. My head was lolling back and forth like a puppet waiting for its master to pull the strings."

He lifted me up and flopped out of me. I cried at the loss."

"Want it back?" He asked.

"Yes!"

"I can't hear you," he teased.

"Put it back in me . . . please?"

"You want to come again?" He still held me aloft.

"Please . . . yes I want to come," I begged. And he lowered me down.

"Put it back where it belongs," he growled. And I did."

"Going to come on my cock again?"

"Oh, yeah," I said already pumping faster and faster. I was getting there."

"Come on Gabby, grind that cunt against me."

"I did."

"Feel it? Do you feel my prick inside you?"

"God yes!" I was panting like a dog by then. Meekly I replied, "You fill me up!"

"Squeeze it baby, use those muscles down there and give my prick a good squeeze."

"I tried, Leigh, God knows I tried. I was never too good at that. No one had ever coaxed me that way before. So I really tried, but I didn't do very well."

"It takes lots of practice, Gabby," Leigh said in a consoling manner.

"Oh, I CAN do it now! Give me half a chance and I'll strangle the damn thing!"

Both women laughed at this and they took a moment to sip their martinis.

"Then he caught me by surprise and lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. He was still inside me and to this day I still marvel at it."

Leigh was touching herself under the table, unable to control the itch in her pussy. Gabby watched with interest to see how far she might go.

"Shall I continue?" She asked Leigh.

Humbly, Leigh replied, "Yes, please do."

"Are you going to come without me?" Gabby teased.

"My money says you've already come and probably more than once," Leigh said and was not able to hold back a grunt.

"Don't be so fucking obvious about it Leigh. Everyone will know what you're doing. Try squeezing your legs together. It takes longer, but you'll get there eventually. But to answer your question, once anyway," Gabby laughed.

"You can be such a cruel bitch at times, you know? But you're right." And she brought her hand back onto the table. "I'd blame it on the drinks, but you know me better than that."

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot," Gabby smiled. "Are you thinking about that mystery man?"

"God, you're so fucking intuitive! Yes, I was! Happy?"

They were quiet and reflective after Leigh's outburst. Then Leigh broke the silence. "You probably made the whole damn story up just to get me aroused."

"No. It's true. I swear it."

"Really?"

"Ummmm. He dropped me on the bed and fell out of me."

"I'm squeezing hard Gabby."

"Good. Anyway, I ripped off my clothes and he did the same. He grabbed my legs and spread me like I was a wishbone, and maybe I was. His cock went in to the hilt. It actually hurt a little and I moaned in pain not lust, but he took it for passion and a moment or so later I didn't care because I was coming big time!"

"I think your suggestion has some merit Gabby."

"Keep squeezing girl. Just think you're getting off and no one except yours truly has any idea. Isn't that fun?"

"Mmmmmm, yes!"

"Leigh? Have you ever had your tits fucked? You know where he puts his thing between them and fucks away and if you're clever you can lick it on the upstroke."

Leigh flushed.

"Coming honey?" Gabby inquired.

"Not yet. But you reminded me of the time . . . well yes --- I have been . . . tit-fucked as you so quaintly put it."

"Like it?"

"Loved it!" She hissed. "Getting closer."

"Well John fucked my little titties."

"Come on, Leigh said, laughingly disguising a groan, they're not so little."

"Thank you kind lady, but face it, they are rather smallish. Nice, of course and some have even said, 'to die for,' but knockers they're not. The thing of it was that because they were smallish, the cleft, or cleavage between them received most of the rubbing sensations and that . . . that was wonderful."

"I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out between them." Gabby actually moaned slightly as recalled those rapturous feeling once again."

Meanwhile, Leigh's hand was below the table again, rubbing furiously at herself. She sputtered slightly as she got off, although her hand knocked hard against the table. Gabby covered for her by dropping her water glass on the floor.

Moments later everything was normal again.

"Did you ever, during this entire escapade," Leigh said, ignoring the fact that she had just masturbated in front of her friend, "think of your husband, your poor husband?"

"Not once," Gabby replied, choosing not to mention what had just happened. "Oh, later the self-recriminations hit home. But I got over them. I had too, after all I was desperate to see John again and we did have a couple days left to us."

"I know you've finished this . . .tale, but could you fill in the missing details for me?

"Sure, but there's not much left to tell. John wasn't content with just fucking my tits. He reached back and put his middle finger into me, found my clit with his thumb and off I went again, only this time we seemed to come together. He gave me a pearl necklace."

"That's lovely, but what does jewelry have to do with getting laid?"

Gabby giggled. "Silly, that's a means of describing his ejaculation. He came all over my neck, get it? A pearl necklace?"

"Ohhhh, how dumb I am."

"Never heard that expression before?"

"Nope, never."

"Well, stranger things have happened."

Leigh signaled for the check and while they waited Gabby concluded the tale.

"We were like a honeymoon couple for several days. Even when his wife returned home, we found opportunities using my place. Then when my beloved returned from his trip we cooled it, only meeting sporadically. But I found I had a need for sex and gradually met other men. I just can't satisfy this . . . craving. That's why I was so interested in your mystery man."

Chapter 7

As the next few days passed, Leigh began to fret more and more over the possibility she might cheat on Michael. She became nervous and irritated. When Wednesday afternoon rolled around Leigh was beside herself.

Then Gabby called and pestered her once again about calling him. Leigh remained ripped into her.

"Goddamnit Gabby, I told you to leave me alone on this. If you need to get laid call an escort service, but for Christ's sake leave me the hell alone!"

"Menstruating are we?" Gabby shot back, unperturbed by her friend's anger. This helped Leigh recover. She was already full of regret over berating Gabby. 'What the hell was wrong with her anyway?' Still, Leigh remained adamant and held her position, refusing Gabby's unrequested advice.

"Gabby . . . if I've told you once, I've told you . . ."

"Darling, you're not listening. This is fate. This is Kismet. You simply have to call if only to find out if he would see you."

"And why wouldn't he see me if I called him? He did give me his number," she said trying to hold her temper in check.

"You don't really know that."

"I've never cheated on Michael, Gabby and I don't intend to start now."

"Ahhh, but you're missing all the fun."

"I'm a happy person right now, Gabby."

"Hmmmph, are you sure of that?"

"Whatever do you mean by that remark? I don't think it justified."

"It . . . it's hard to describe."

"What is?"

"The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of meeting someone new. The chase, the capture, the surrender to a new lover."

"You make it sound like a romance novel, but even more trashy."

Gabby laughed. "Trashy? That's funny. It's hardly trashy. After you've met, the electrifying energy your body produces between meetings is . . . uh, I can't describe it."

"All you'll think about is your next time with him. It's fabulous."

"But what about Michael?" Leigh asked and realized that she was caving in.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Gabby purred.

"How can I possibly find the time to get away long enough to have an affair?"

"Ever heard of an afternoon's delight?"

"Get real Gabby."

"Not kidding Leigh. Honest. It's doable, believe me. I . . .I, I'm seeing someone this afternoon myself. Perhaps that's why I'm so . . . persistent that you try it too."

"Oh, it is a case of misery loves company?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I just thought you'd like to share in the excitement of it all. And he sounds so mysterious . . ."

"Gabby, listen to me," she said. "For once and for all, I'm not going to make that call. Do you understand?"

A deflated Gabby somberly replied. "Yes, Leigh. I do," and without saying goodbye, hung up.

But, things change. That evening Michael told Leigh he had a business trip scheduled for two weeks and that he had to leave on Sunday. From that moment on, she couldn't get 'Banning' out of her mind. He became an itch she had to scratch. It became worse after Michael left for the airport. She took a bath and masturbated. It was a short interval before her 'itch' returned. Rooting through her dresser, Leigh found a dildo she hadn't used for several years and climbing into bed used it ruthlessly on herself. The tantalizing tingling returned minutes after she finished and lay wantonly across the bed sated but still hungering for more. She tossed and turned without sleep for most of the night and was exhausted when the alarm erupted at seven a.m. Leigh took a long cold shower and gave in when the insatiable itch returned as she made coffee. Still nude she searched for the card and called him.

A tremor passed through her legs when he answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello. You . . . you probably don't remember me . . ." she began.

"But I do. You're the woman from the restaurant, who kept peeking at us.

"I . . . I'm sorry about . . ."

"Don't be. It was deliberate on our part."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'm recruiting a new lover and that's one method I use to attract them. Are you interested?"

"I . . .don't know."

"We should meet."

"That's what I was calling . . ."

"I know. "Shall we say, Applebee's on Meister Street?"

"That's good, yes. When?"

"Tonight at seven."

"Tonight?"

"Is that a problem?" The place is crowded, very public. If you're concerned about your safety . . ."

"No, no, that's good. I . . . it's just . . . it's so soon." Leigh punched her thigh at her nauseating behavior. 'Get on with it,' she scolded herself.

"The sooner we meet the better, he said smoothly, and Leigh felt her knees beginning to cave as his honey coated words swept over her.

"Will your husband know you're going?"

"No." Her voice was dry. Grabbing her coffee cup, she scalded her throat and began coughing.

"Are you all right?" He asked sounding concerned.

"Uh . . . yes, yes. I swallowed some coffee . . . went down the wrong way. Sorry."

"Oh, I've done that myself. So your husband won't be aware of . . . our activity."

"No."

"That's probably for the best."

"He's on a business trip," Leigh was quick to add.

"Ahh, while the cat's away . . ."

"Don't be nasty."

"You're right," he laughed and sent a chill down her spinal column. "I'll save the . . . nasty for later."

She laughed nervously. "I'll bet you will. Oh, by the way, what is your name?"

"My name is Roden, David Roden. And yours?"

"Leigh. Leigh . . . perhaps I'll hold onto my last name for a while."

"As you wish . . . Mrs. Hepner."

Leigh was stunned. He knew her name!

"How did you?"

"I simply asked the server after giving her a generous tip. She got it from your husband's credit card slip."

Leigh bit her tongue in frustration.

"Was that your wife with you?" She asked, just to say something that wasn't inane.

"Greta?" He laughed. "Hardly. She's my slave."

Leigh's intake of breath was discernible over the phone.

"You didn't know that?"

"I . . . I . . ."

"Come on Leigh, the collar, the way she acted, all those shenanigans at the table."

"She . . . was very submissive, I know, but . . ."

"We'll discuss the subject this evening, but I should tell you right now, you are a very good candidate for becoming another slave of mine."

"What!"

"Oh, yes. You have many characteristics of wanting to be dominated, but let's save that for later shall we?"

Silence

"We are still on for this evening aren't we?"

Leigh waited a long time before responding in a soft quiet, bearly audible voice, "Yes, we are."

"Good I'm looking forward to really meeting you. Good bye." She stood in the kitchen for several minutes shaking and thinking about the giant step she'd just taken. Then carefully dressed and called Gabby. It was short and to the point. To Leigh's surprise, Gabby was casual about the whole thing only asking, well demanding was more like it, to hear details, details, details, afterward.

Leigh made several more calls before setting out to the hairdresser's to have her legs waxed and her hair cut. The spa could work her in a little later in the afternoon and Leigh was humming happily as she left the house. 'This cheating seems like such fun,' she thought as she backed the car out of the garage.

***

Leigh arrived at Applebee's promptly at seven and found him waiting for her. He wore a cashmere sports jacket and dark brown slacks with a crease that might draw blood if bumped against.

'Just like the other place,' she thought as he waved to her, 'only he's waiting for me.'

Putting a wane smile on her face, Leigh greeted David. "Hello," she said, discovering that she was suddenly pleased her voice hadn't faltered.

David rose and helped her sit --- yet another surprise.

"Thank you," she smiled as her confidence started to return. 'At least he's well mannered,' she thought as she sat down at the table.

"You're welcome," he said, but failed to smile. His eyes were riveted upon her, not unlike a hawk gazing down upon a chicken.

A waitress came and took their orders, promising to get right back with the drinks.

Leigh took a deep breath and asked, "So what have you got in mind for me this evening?"

David grinned roguishly, "In due course lovely lady, in due course. Perhaps we should get to know one another first."

"You seem to know a great deal about me already. Why don't we talk about you first?"

"Fine. What would you like to know?"

Leigh's jaw dropped. 'Would it that easy?' She wondered. Just then the waitress arrived with their drinks, a martini for David and a glass of white wine for her. Leigh emptied two generous glasses of wine before the food had even arrived, spending most of the time telling David how much she loved her husband. Throughout her discourse, he nodded his understandingly.

The food came with Leigh's third glass of wine. "I'm awfully thirsty aren't I?" she said nervously.

He reached across the table, took her hand in his and gently stroked it.

"What would you like to know?" David repeated.

"That . . . that performance you put on the other night."

"Yes?"

"Was that . . . typical?"

"No. It was the exception. You must realize to do that every time out would attract . . . a certain type of attention that would bring unwanted attention to me and my . . . friends."

She nodded.

"And," he continued "to answer your next question. I got the distinct impression that you were bored with your husband and interested in our little interplay."

"Oh, really!"

"Don't get heated up now," he said in a cautionary manner, then smiled confidently and added, "You were paying far more attention to us than to him and he brought you there. Be honest, you hardly heard a word he said all evening."

"That's true," Leigh ruefully admitted. "But it was because I'd never seen anything like what you two were doing and I got so . . ."

"Hot?"

"Yes, if you must know. Watching the two of you having sex in front of me did get me aroused."

"I'm glad you're honest about it. So I'll be candid with you. Greta gets off doing . . . certain things in public. I'm sure you've heard of people like that."

"Of course I have."

"But you seemed to be getting into it with us. I was tempted to send Greta into the ladies room after you, but she tends to get carried away and just might have frightened you off."

"Thank you for not doing that."

"Ah you're smiling. Good," he rubbed her hand in his.

"It's just that . . . I wasn't in the mood for any lesbian activities that evening."

"So . . . " he paused for a moment. "You don't rule bisexual activities out then?"

"No," she said. She hadn't thought she'd be so forthcoming with him and felt herself blushing.

"Honesty is very good," he said, looking into her eyes, "especially this early in our relationship."

"I'd hardly call this a relationship."

"What is it then? You're a married woman. Your husband is out of town and you're here with me."

"Curiosity."

"That's what killed the cat."

"I'm not a cat."

"But you've got a hot pussy."

"Damn you!" Leigh hissed sharply and stood up; more angry with herself then with him. Still with venom in her voice Leigh spat out, "I've had it with you. I'm leaving!"

"Sit down," his voice was low, but deadly serious and she realized he could very well be dangerous. Reluctantly she slowly she resumed her seat.

"You have got a hot pussy. Admit it. That's why you're here. Perhaps you've always felt somewhat guilty about sex."

"I've never . . . felt guilty about sex," Leigh stated firmly through clenched teeth. `God,' she thought, `he could be such a bastard, but . . .'

"Or that there's a void in your sex life." David continued as if she hadn't spoken. "And you're looking for another kind of sexual fulfillment."

"That's crazy!"

"Is it? Becoming a slave opens up a whole world of new experiences to you. Obviously your love life hasn't or isn't working out that well. And don't give me that petulant look either. You are here with me. Perhaps it's time you tried something different."

Leigh couldn't look him in the eye and stared at the table. "I will say," she paused, "I find myself interested, but can't conceive of myself getting involved in anything like that. After all, I have my marriage to think of."

"Of course you do. Whatever we get into will be kept perfectly private."

"What about Greta?"

"She is my slave. She trusts me and will do as I say in all things."

This mollified her and after a moment she looked him in the eye. "David?" He smiled at her and she liked it, perhaps a little too much.

"Yes Leigh?"

It's getting late and it looks like they want to close, shall we leave?"

He glanced around and saw that she was right. The waitress was hovering nearby waiting for them to settle the bill.

"Yes it is." He reached for his billfold and dropped forty dollars on the table. "Will that cover everything? He asked pleasantly.

"Yes sir," The waitress said sweetly, "Thank you very much and have a good evening."

***

Outside in the parking lot they stood looking at each other apparently at a loss for words. Leigh's nerve got the better of her and she began opening and closing her purse.

"Stop that," David said tersely.

Leigh tucked the bag under her arm. "Where do we go from here?" She asked, looking down at her shoes.

"Let's get in my car and drive to the park. It's just four or five blocks south of us."

"All right," she said demurely and walked toward his car.

Minutes later they'd parked and David rolled his window down and a cool breeze wafted through the car. "Okay," he said, "so, fire away. What do you want to ask me?"

"Why don't you just tell me what you're into? You mentioned trust."

He clasped his hands behind his head and waited.

Leigh couldn't take the silence and began talking rapidly. "Well, how do I know I can trust you? I mean, I'm what you'd probably call a little kinky, but that doesn't mean I want to get raped. I like the idea, or the concept of submission, but . . ."

David placed his hands in his lap. "Leigh, power issues are so much more complex than you think they are."

"Oh?"

"It's more about knowing your limits and exploring them, not a complete surrender and in order to reach even the first plateau a level of trust is required. Your partner must stop if and when you give them the safe word."

"Safe word?"

"Kind of a code, or signal. Like using the word 'yellow' as the safe word. When your partner hears that word, they stop what they are doing and release you. There are no ifs involved. A safe word is inviolate, it must be complied with, or your partner is committing a crime.

"Uh huh."

"As I've told you, you have to trust the person completely, because in order to get anything out of it, you have to totally let yourself go. Imagine yourself as this helpless toy in someone else's hands. That you exist solely for their pleasure, and they can do anything they want to you. Allow yourself to wallow in this feeling of sexual helplessness."

"Sexual helplessness?"

"Well, not just that. You have to understand that there has to be a relationship in place before you get that far. The dominant and submissive really have to know and understand each other. A good Dom can string you along for hours, taking you to the brink repeatedly until you're just this mass of over stimulated nerves, until you can't differentiate pain and pleasure anymore. It's a high like nothing else."

Leigh shifted uncomfortably, wondering when she'd been this turned on by conversation.

"And . . ." she managed to blurt out, "you get off on this too?"

"We both . . .get off. Yes."

He smiled at her and touched her shoulder. She didn't flinch, but yearned for him to continue touching her. "Tell me how you think your first scene will go?" He said with some tenderness and Leigh felt herself beginning to thaw.

"I don't understand," she said finding herself staring into his deep black eyes.

"What do you envision happening between us the first time?"

"Oh! I . . . I"

"Sex, of course. Right?"

"I . . . yes."

"But what kind of sex?"

"I don't . . ."

"You do know!" David said, not unkindly. "Leigh you do know, it's just that you haven't admitted to yourself what it is you want to do with me."

There was a short silence and then Leigh, looking down at her hands, spoke. "Perhaps . . . perhaps if you made a suggestion."

"I think you should go home," David replied.

"Oh?" She said looking up at him. She realized he was disappointed.

"I'll call you," he said.

"All right. Good night then." And she caught herself before leaning forward to accept his kiss. Instead she held out her hand. David saw something in her expression and he took her hand and held it tightly in his.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"Really? In what way?"

"This way," he said as he put his arm around her and directed her unresisting body to his door, which he managed to open with one hand and edged her into the back seat with the other.

"What?" Leigh felt herself grow giddy with the thought of his body on hers in the back seat. `Just like a late date in high school,' she told herself.

"I hate to waste a perfectly good evening," David said calmly, climbing into the back with her.

"I don't understand," she said trying to convey a coyness she didn't feel.

"You'll understand this," and pulled her across his lap and flipped up her skirt exposing her red thong panties.

"Someone will see!" Leigh cried out in embarrassment.

"Now that's interesting. I would have thought you'd tell me to stop."

Chagrined with the truth in what he'd said, she squirmed around futilely trying to free herself.

"From my perspective you've been a pain in the ass all night. So I might as well demonstrate what that equates to," and he smacked her sharply on the ass.

"No! Don't!"

He brought his hand down sharply on her barely covered ass.

"Ouch! You bastard. That hurt!"

"Did it?" And he smacked her again.

OWW!"

"It's supposed to Leigh, it's a spanking for Christ's sake." Leigh thought he was disgusted with her and determined to settle down and let him flail away at her behind.

"Is this more than you bargained for?"

"N . . . no! It's . . . okay . . . I'm starting to like it."

"Liar!" He snarled and smacked her three more times, then pulled her skirt back down and opened the car door for her. Leigh stumbled out and stood next to the car waiting for his next move.

He surprised her, for after walking her to her car, he said quietly and calmly, "Thank you, Leigh, I enjoyed meeting you and hope we can do it again some night soon.

Flustered but finding herself highly aroused Leigh thought quickly and said, "That was almost fun, David. But you're really leaving? What happened to the rest of the bondage part where I get tied up and you fuck my brains out?"

He looked at her and before he answered a furrow appeared on his forehead. "I've got to think about it. You may not be a good subject for it. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know."

As soon as she got home, a morose Leigh called Gabby and told her everything that had happened. Gabby was intensely interested. "He hiked your dress up and only spanked you?"

"It was my skirt, and yes that's all he did."

"Christ I'm hot just thinking about it," Gabby said with a rush.

"Well . . . so am I," Leigh added and then laughed at the futility of it all.

"I thought . . ." she began, then paused. "I thought that after all that soul searching I was going to get laid and laid good, but . . ."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I haven't decided," Leigh blithely lied. Truthfully she didn't know what to do.

Gabby prattled on with what she thought was sage advice, but Leigh's mind was moving to fast of its own accord to follow Gabby.

Eventually, the conversation died out hat and Leigh took a long shower and went to bed, but not to sleep. 'Would he call?' She wondered. 'Had she been too standoffish?' A wry smile crossed her face. 'No,' she thought, he would call. 'The question was, what would she say?' When Leigh got around to asking herself what she would wear, she smiled in the darkened room and fell asleep. The itch had faded away.

Chapter 8

The next day began well enough. Leigh treated herself to a sumptuous breakfast before venturing out to do some shopping. New lingerie at Victoria's Secret, shoes at Bloomingdale's and a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and revealing cleavage from Bergdof''s.

She considered calling Gabby and meeting her for cocktails, but shuddered at the thought of missing David's call and raced home only to discover there were no messages. Gabby called around four and Leigh quickly got rid of her. She fully expected him to call at any moment. Then at five the phone rang and she sprang to answer it.

"Hello," she said, breathing hard.

"Hi honey, how are you?" It was Michael. She had forgotten he existed.

"Hi," she said, willing herself to put enthusiasm into her voice.

"Well," he said, "the weather is great and I met Phil Burgess and Cynthia Evershevski of all people!"

"Really! How are they? It's been ages, we don't even send Christmas Cards to them anymore, at least I don't think so. Sorry, Michael, I'm rambling."

"No, no you're not. Anyway they send you their best. Cynthia's had two more children. Umm, let's see, that's four. Three boys and a girl, with the girl being the youngest."

"And how is Phil?" Leigh pictured an athletic looking male just under six feet tall with lots of blonde hair cascading down his shoulders. She had fond memories of surfing simmers away with Phil and some other friends.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but he's put on weight. Oh, maybe fifty pounds."

"My god, no!"

Michael laughed. "Yeah, and all that blonde hair is gone too."

Leigh thought, 'the guy was only in his mid-thirties.' "Well, we all don't age gracefully," she managed to say.

"Tell me about it. We look positively youthful compared to them."

"So how's the business end of your trip dear?"

"Typical, hon, so far I've listened to several presentations and I'm due to give mine tomorrow. Then we settle down for a couple days of intensive information sharing. I can't wait to hear Loring's latest ideas. He's quite the innovator."

And so it went. Leigh began to fidget, wishing Michael would finish and at the same time berated herself for being so inconsiderate. After another twenty minutes Michael ended the call with kisses and love. Leigh made herself a drink and sat on the sofa, nervously waiting for David to call.

He didn't. And she busied herself cleaning the house, making a salad and having two glasses of wine. She began to cry around nine and chastised herself for being so weak, went to bed. She was deep in an erotic dream in which she wore black stockings and a garter belt when the ringing of the phone woke her.

Her voice was groggy with sleep and fear. "Hello?" Had something happened to Michael?"

"Get dressed and come here now!" David's voice commanded.

"David?"

"Woke you up did I?"

"Uh, yes."

"Grab a pen and paper and write the address down."

"Okay." And hurriedly she gathered the material and wrote down his directions.

"It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes at this hour," he said.

Leigh glanced at the clock and saw it was two-fifteen a.m. "David . . ."

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard . . ."

"Get dressed and get your ass over here. Move it!"

Leigh was startled at his tone and the fact that he'd hung up on her. Did he really think she was going to get dressed and venture out at this hour? A panic seized her. He certainly did think she'd come to him.

'Well,' she thought, 'he can go straight to hell if he thinks I'm coming to him.' Then she laughed at herself for she discovered that she was slipping into her new cocktail dress, pulling on black thigh-high's and a skimpy garter-belt even while denying him to herself.

`What's wrong with me?' She thought, perplexed by his actions and confused by her own. She moved faster and was out the door and driving toward David's before she thought about it again.

***

David opened the door before she could ring the bell. Leigh managed to present him with a demur smile that belied her true excitement. "You live very well," she managed before he pulled her to him and kicked the door shut. His hands pawed her rear as he whispered, "You've a very nice, soft ass." Leigh sought his mouth with hers and a passionate kiss ensued, leaving her breathless. It took her a moment before she realized she was grinding her crotch against his thigh.

"Didn't want to come out in the middle of the night, eh?" He taunted.

"Well . . ."

"Look at you!" He said, thrusting her out at arm's length. "Your tits are trying to burst through your blouse. Did you forget the bra? Or, more likely, you thought going braless would make you more seductive."

"How dare you . . ."

"Shut up! I'll do the talking. When you have something to say, say 'Master, may I? "

"I never . . ."

He slapped her across the face. Leigh realized he hadn't hit her hard, but his hand imprint on her cheek burned like a branding iron might.

"Yes . . .Master," she managed.

"Good," David smiled and he pulled her to him again. Once again he was warm and charming.

"I find you very attractive and an extremely sexy woman Leigh," he sighed almost to himself, but Leigh picked up on it and felt somewhat guilty, although she couldn't fathom the reason.

David continued, "You will obey me. Nothing else matters to us, but right now, right here."

Leigh's eyes locked on his. She said nothing, but willed herself to submit to him.

"Remove your clothing and place it on the chair under the mirror, then follow me into the next room." This said, David walked out of the room, leaving Leigh to follow his instructions. She took her time carefully folding each item, placing them all on the chair, and slowly followed him.

She was surprised to find him standing on the farthest side of the room in the shadowed area not reached by the one lamp lighted.

"Turn around, let me look at you," David murmured softly. Leigh obeyed without a word and felt herself growing warm under his gaze. David stood still taking in the sight of her firm breasts rising and falling. His lips curled upward in a satisfied grin as her nipples grew erect with the cool air blowing upon them. He noted the flat stomach and long supple legs and gave her points for proper diet and working out in order to remain fit. Then he fixed his eyes on her pubis, neatly trimmed into a decorative triangle that still managed to expose the smooth, moist lips of her labia.

Leigh began to sway, somewhat dizzy from standing in place and feeling his intense gaze upon her. Obstinate in her own way, she refused to speak, thinking she could wait him out. David wasn't into playing mind games of that nature. He had an entirely different set of rules and another game entirely.

Slowly and deliberately he approached her. Leigh's breathing grew faster when he stood beside her and she trembled when he touched her, using his well manicured fingernails to scratch ever so lightly the length of her body. She gasped and sucked in her breath when David kissed her forehead and at the same time dragged his fingernails across her stomach and down to her trimmed bush. He kissed the tip of her nose and moved those same fingers through the valley of her breasts, leaving a light pink trail.

"Oooooh . . . Master!" She felt giddy at having remembered the required term.

"I can see you're getting excited," he whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe and sending an exquisite thrill through her body.

She shuddered as those same insidious fingernails traced the lips of her sex, gathering droplets of moisture. And when he brought those fingers to her nose her knees buckled. She would have crumpled to the floor had David not held her up.

"What's the matter, can't take the smell of your own excitement?"

"I . . .I . . . "

David laughed and dipped his head to her breast, absorbing her stiffened strawberry shaped nipple.

Leigh moaned and her body sagged against him as he sucked fiercely upon it. Finally, he released the swollen bud and helped her to a straight-backed chair.

David had no intention of taking her too far the first time. He wanted her to become used to the idea of being submissive. He left for a few moments, leaving her to wonder what was in store for her.

Leigh's mind was racing. `Had she made a drastic mistake in coming to him at his bidding? Perhaps, perhaps not. Time would tell.' She pondered her feelings of the moment. Thus far he had not mistreated her, in fact she was highly aroused. `Wasn't that why I got into whole thing?' She asked herself. `To experience new things because life had become boring?'

Her thoughts were interrupted by his return.

She saw he held something in his hand. It looked ominous to her. She chided herself, `Fool, he's going to inflict some painful devices on you. You asked for it. Now here it is. Don't be an ass and try to deny it. You got yourself into this, he won't hurt you much.' Having castigated herself Leigh felt slightly better and decided to show him she wasn't frightened.

"Umm, master?"

"Yes?"

"What do you have in your hand?"

"You're very impertinent, slave. But as I was going to give you a demonstration anyway I might as well tell you." Opening his hand he revealed a pair of clamps in front of her face.

A bewildered look crossed her face.

"They are for your nipples, my dear." To Leigh, they took on a more vicious look.

"My nipples?" A look of shock registered on her face as she realized that she was about to experience them on her body. David let her contemplate the situation for a moment, then attached them to each nipple.

As he tightened each one, her breath audibly registered the new sensations.

"Get up!"

She sprang to her feet, still trying to adjust to the uncomfortable, but not to painful pressure on both nipples.

"Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass."

Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he spread the slaps around her firm buttocks.

She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each swat produced a moan, or an attempt to deflect it. Time seemed to have stopped for Leigh. David had switched from using his hand to a paddle as he spanked her bright red rear.

The, just a suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Once again, David left the room to permit her to compose herself.

`What in god's name is in store for me now?' she thought as she gently rubbed her hands over her reddened rump. `That was worse than the one the other night.' But her thoughts changed from speculation to apprehension as he return with a black cloth in his left hand.

"You're going to be blindfolded for a while, Leigh." And he proceeded to cover her eyes and tied a knot in the cloth. She couldn't see a thing. Taking her hand he led her around to the side of the bed.

She felt the mattress pressing against her hip.

"Lie down on the bed, slave," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come. For the first time, Leigh felt a twinge of fear, but she did ask he asked and lay on her back, waiting for what came next.

As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far and her arousal grew. She sensed herself growing wet with excitement. Had to restrain herself from reaching for her pussy and touching it to bring relief from her desires. She heard a match being struck and smelled the sulfur odor. `Was he going to burn her?' Leigh nearly panicked at the thought.

`My god,' she thought, `he's going to put his brand on me!'

"STAY STILL!" David commanded. And she froze, save for the trembling that she could not overcome.

Leigh formed the impression he was leaning over her even before to began to remove the nipple clamps. `Jesus!' She thought, `I'd forgotten all about them.'

At that precise moment David revealed his next surprise. A drop of wax from a candle fell four inches, landing on her left nipple.

Leigh screamed.

When the expected pain did not come, she started to relax her rigid form only to repeat the action as the second drop of heated wax splattered on her other nipple.

"Oh, god, I thought . . ."

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

"Uh . . ."

The slap of his hand on her breast was sharp and surprisingly painful, as it was unexpected. She began to cry, uncontrollably. He paid no heed to her lamentations and continued to drip molten wax on her nipples. Eventually, Leigh stopped crying. What he did next brought her to the edge of a mighty orgasm.

Unbeknownst to Leigh, he had taken some shaved ice from a bowl and allowed it to melt in the heat of his mouth and then let the cold drops soothe and harden the encasing buildup of wax. Leigh imagined it forming a mound over her areola and indeed it had. Suddenly she felt his mouth upon her!

David deftly removed the molds of wax from each breast and put them aside. He would keep them as a souvenir of their time together. Leigh realized her nipples were numb. She failed to realize this was a combination of both the clamps and the hot wax application.

"There is one more thing before I remove the blindfold. By the way, did you enjoy the waxing?"

"Actually, yes, I did. Although you frightened me in the process."

His finger rubbed her arm, feeling the goose-bumps confirming her nervousness. "Did you come?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Well . . . almost."

"You will, and soon, but first . . ." He took her hand in his and still holding it, placed it on brought it to his knee. She realized her sense of touch would be more acute since she couldn't see. Still, she guessed he'd present his cock to her next. David hadn't released her hand and as she anticipated, brought it into contact with his erection.

Leigh would never forget this moment. The warmth and softness of his foreskin, akin to a baby's skin. Her fingertips glided over his hardness, although she still perceived it as smooth and silk-like. Very slowly, Leigh explored its surface. Gingerly touching every bump beneath the pads of her index and middle fingers, from the base of his cock to its tip. Enjoying the moment, like an unhurried, never ending teen petting for the first time.

When Leigh reached the very end of his shaft, her thumb and forefinger rubbed and rolled the velvety texture of his pucker between them. Turning her wrist, she slipped her fingers under the smoothness of his shaven balls, lifting them upward in the curl of her fingers.

Suddenly he ripped the blindfold off her head, and she found herself staring at the beauty of his uncut cock, and succumbing to the lustful desire to feel him inside her mouth, she leaned in closer and took him between her stretching lips.

David felt the heat of her breath greet his stiffening cock and as the purple crown surged from his foreskin, he arched forward feeling the muscles in the cheeks of his ass growing taut. Leigh's arm slid behind him, her palm settling in the small of his back. Drawing him to her, Leigh's lips stretched further as the thickest part of his member invaded her throat. She was forced to pull back or choke.

The wet flat of her tongue pressed, then licked slowly across his slit, forcing it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to the other.

Beads of perspiration formed on David's forehead and upper lip. His meaty, pink tongue licked over his lips tasting the saltiness of his own sweat.

"Ohhhhh!" Leigh groaned, having momentarily removed his phallic wand from between her lips.

"You taste so sweet!" She gasped, and devoured him again.

His head fell back and his eyes rolled in his head at the electric charge that bolted through him. His hands went to her hair and he had to restrain himself from pushing her head hard down on his aching prick.

"Sweet Jesus!" a silent voice echoed in his head.

Leigh smiled as she looked up at him, her eyes two dreamy almonds. She knew he liked what he felt. His cock twitched beneath the feather soft touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed as her lips returned to his corona, sliding down to the soft bunching skin at his ridge; her taste buds were dancing with sheer delight.

Her lips tightened, hollows formed in her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down. Slurpy sounds of wetness could be heard as the saliva of her mouth along with his salty, sweet nectar made his cock a slick tool, easy to swallow.

Her nose kissed in the forest of his pubs with every downward slide. Her palm and fingers worked in perfect unison with her lips. Up and down, working together, playing sweet music. His cock was her flute for the night and the music she played was sheer perfection.

Leigh's face was a mere blur to David as she bobbed furiously on his musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran from her stuffed mouth to his crotch and thence to his balls.

She plucked him from her lips and gasping for air, asked, "Can I suck cock, or what?"

Then her magnificent lips were sliding back upon him, his foreskin puckered as she turned her head from side to side, immersing herself in the silky softness of his velvet flesh. Her tongue flicked out to swirl over, around and under his glans. It's side swept over his slit. Her palm slid down his throbbing cock pulling the foreskin taut to his base. Her tongue began to flick the underside of his engorged shaft where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed lettering.

Surprising herself with her inventiveness, Leigh rubbed at the small of his back and gently squeezed his aching balls, then took him deep. The tip of his prick rubbed against the soft palette of her throat.

His legs began to stiffen.

Leigh was totally engrossed with bringing him pleasure. She didn't realize she was close to coming herself as she humped at the air around her, squeezing and releasing her thighs as she plied his skin flute.

Then David emitted low cry that turned into a bellow and spewed his semen inside her mouth, over her teeth and gums, only to trickle down her throat. She gagged and pulled her head back to allow for the remaining spurts. Leigh felt a warm tingling in her clit as David's cum kept pouring down her throat. She continued to milk his throbbing, still spurting cock. Her lips popped over his slick glans bringing his foreskin with it with each swallow. Both his hands were in her hair as she pushed his foreskin back and allowed her tongue to swirl around and clean the head of his cock.

After he had finished coming, he let her lick and suck on his testicles for a few minutes, then roughly pushed her away. Leigh pouted as if deprived of her favorite dessert. David got up on shaky legs and Leigh watched numbly as he pulled several lightweight ropes from a dresser drawer, yanked her off the bed and tied her arms and ankles to a chair. She was relieved the ropes were not uncomfortably tight.

"Would you like to come hard, dear?" He asked as he leaned on a dresser.

She nodded.

"What did you say?"

"Yes I would . . . Master."

"Very well then, pick a number from one to five."

She hesitated.

"Come on. Pick a number."

"Five."

"Five it is," and David opened the top drawer of the dresser, lifted out a box and brought it to her.

"If you'll be kind enough to look inside you'll see a number of vibrators . . . five in all. You selected number five." He indicated that item to her and picked it from the box and placed the box on a nearby table. It was about eight inches long and was studded its entire length.

"Oh, wait we need something to make you more comfortable." And he went to the bed and removed two pillows and stuffed them behind her back. This forced Leigh's body forward and made the ropes around her wrists tighter.

Almost immediately, Leigh began squirming around on the chair seeking a more comfortable position. But was not able to find one.

"Let's begin, shall we?" He chuckled without mirth and brought the toy to the mouth of cunt. Leigh heard the faint motor start and tensed against its insertion into her cunt. She jerked at the first touch, causing David to laugh.

"What a sensitive cunt you have," he sneered and moved the vibrator up and down her labia. Leigh bit her lip trying to contain the lustful groan that filled her throat. She failed.

"Ohhhh!"

"Oh, indeed! You have a lower threshold than I'd thought

Leigh was shaking her head back and forth as she gradually succumbed to the delightful thrills the instrument was providing, yet embarrassed by her reaction and mortified by his comment on her low threshold of tolerance.

'My god,' she thought, 'what will I do when he . . .' she refused to finish the thought and fought to make her mind a blank, only to loudly moan when David increased the vibrator's speed.

"Are you feeling an orgasm coming?"

She refused to answer him and he punished her (if that's what it can be called) by placing the vibrator against her swollen clit.

Leigh's body was swathed in sweat as she strained against her bindings. David's free hand was mauling her breast then stretching her nipple, as he methodically worked her into a sexual frenzy.

Leigh managed to catch herself before begging him to thrust it inside her and bring her off. She bit her lip to help distract her from the need to come. But knew exactly what she was doing an continued teasing her running his toy back and forth across the mouth of her cunt with an occasional bump against her throbbing clit.

Suddenly he changed tactics, shoving the vibrator into her cunt, filling her with its thickness and sending its tiny, rapid movements swirling throughout her entire body. Leigh's head moved involuntarily from side to side. Her panting and groans filled the room. David waited patiently for several seconds and then applied powerful pressure to her turgid nipple and she was lost in a series of screams as the intensity of her orgasm hit.

David pushed the vibrator deeper and grabbed her other nipple. Encouraged by her cries, he pulled and pinched them even harder. To Leigh this brought on a deliciously titillating glow that triggered another small but beautiful climax.

"Come for me!" He ordered, shouting in her pain distorted face.

"I . . . YES!"

He pushed the vibrator to its limit and repeatedly commanded her to come. Leigh lost count of her climaxes, her whole being centered on the buzzing instrument pulsating within her vagina and the nerve endings on her nipples, which David continued to torture with his fingers.

Then exhausted for the moment, Leigh collapsed and David left the room. She was dimly aware that she was the only one in the bedroom and by the time he returned was very conscious of his presence. He was holding a bowl and she saw him place it on the table beside her.

'What next?' She asked herself then went rigid, then strained against her bindings and groaned loudly when he grasped her sore nipple between his thumb and forefinger once again. Cold, icy cold numbness greeted her teat as David slowly rubbed an ice cube back and forth over its tender nerve endings. Her eyes flew open in shock as he teased her thusly until the ice began to melt. And when his mouth closed over her frigid bud, it sent a spark that ignited her cunt and she came once again.

Leigh hardly realized that David had freed her, led her to the bed and lay her down on her back.

"Lift your hands up."

Puzzled and confused she thought herself incapable of performing this feat, but tried and was amazed when her arms moved freely into the air. Before she shook off her befuddlement, he had secured her wrists to the headboard using the same cord as before.

"That should do. Are you comfortable Leigh?"

"I guess," she replied dully.

"Good. I think you'll like what follows," and his hand trailed down the outside of her thigh, reversed at the knee, only to slide slowly up the inside, constantly teasing, causing Leigh to grunt in anticipation.

"Open wide for me Leigh."

She needed no further urging from him and quickly spread her legs wide apart. He reinserted the vibrator between the lips of her swollen sex.

"Are you going to take it out, Master?"

"Not at the moment."

"Please, Master?"

He ignored her and lowered his head over her pussy and gently blew upon her clit.

"That's so nice. That's so very nice. Thank you Master."

He grunted as if absentmindedly acknowledging her -- removed the vibrator and inserted three fingers. After the vibrator's jouncing and pummeling she had no problem accepting them and arched her back to accommodate him. He blew lightly on her clit again, then allowed his tongue to flicker across it. Leigh came hard the moment his tongue made contact.

She felt her entire body grow extremely warm, then suddenly, she turned red as a beet, raised her ass off the bed as it coursed through her. Her eyes rolled back into darkness and she felt her pussy flex in ejaculation.

David watched transfixed as a stream gushed from her pussy and over his fingers and wrist. He heard her catch her breath and then she let one more stream go. Leigh was bouncing on the bed when this one geysered and it landed on her stomach forming a pool near her navel. Not a lot, but enough to fill that dimple. Instinctively, David put his finger in it to taste the fluid that resembled watered down milk. He found it decidedly sweet and not at all like urine.

"Very good, my love, really quite good! I'm pleased. Imagine, my Leigh, a squirter!

She was pleased that he had enjoyed what for her was an embarrassment.

"I don't . . ."

"What? Feel free to speak."

"I'm . . . I don't do that very often."

"Only when extremely aroused, eh?"

"I guess."

"Well, let's see what you do with this," and buried his tongue in her as she writhed in delight and uttered a loud, shuddering moan. Soon she was begging him to stop, then forgot who she was and where she was as his magical tongue flickered back and forth across her now abnormally swollen clit. When his cock finally sank blissfully into her cream filled sheath she could no longer catch her breath and passed out. David, ignored her state and continued fucking her until he gushed his load deep within her, coating her cervix with his seed.

When Leigh woke he was gone. She discovered her arms untied and as she sat up found a note pinned to her pillow.

"I've gone. Get dressed at your leisure, and go home. I'll call you later in the day.

She didn't know what to feel. 'He should be here beside me,' was her first thought. Then, 'well, he is a mystery man,' and found that thought tremendously satisfying. And, feeling elated about herself and extremely well satisfied, she dressed and left the house, walking every step of the way to her car very much the way a well-fucked woman walks.

Chapter 9

Leigh slept late the next day, awakening only when the phone rang. Groggily she answered it, hoping it would be David. She fought to keep the disappointment from her voice on hearing Gabby's shrill voice, or at least her voice sounded shrill to Leigh.

"Hi! What are your plans for this afternoon?"

"Oh, Gabby, I've got a dreadful headache. Advil hasn't helped at all. I'm lying here in bed hoping for a miracle, but shopping isn't the answer."

"Hmmm," her friend hummed, thinking rapidly. "Did you meet him?"

"Who?"

"Your mystery man, did he call?"

Taking too long to respond, Leigh decided not to say anything. It was the wrong choice. Gabby seized on it.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Gabby . . ." she protested, but knew her friend had her and decided to confess.

"Well . . ."

"Tell me! Oh do and I want all the filthy details."

"Oh, come on Gabby, grow up!"

"You went with him!"

"Yes, I went with him."

"Tell me!"

"It was good."

"It was good! Is that all you can say? Were there rockets, countless orgasms . . .?"

"You could say that."

"My God! I'm coming over!"

"Gabby!"

"Right after I change my panties!"

"NO!"

"What? Did I hear you say not to come over?"

"You did."

"Why? What ever for? I mean, were friends and friends share the most intimate things."

"I . . . I'm expecting company." It was the best excuse she could think of under pressure and it seemed to mollify her friend.

"Well . . . in that case . . . news at eleven then, ta ta." And the phone went dead.

Before Leigh could compose herself the doorbell rang. Grabbing her robe she made for the front door. She was too late to greet the UPS deliveryman who was getting into his van, but he spotted her and waved, pointing to the package at her feet. Gingerly she stooped over and picked it up and went back inside.

She held it to her nose and sniffed. It was from David! It bore his scent on it. Hurridly, she tore the package open and found a note.

I trust this finds you, my dearest, in good spirits. I do want to visit with you again, and soon. I will call around one, but in the meantime, please open the package and make use of my present. Now, you may find this present difficult at first, but keep trying, for I shall certainly inspect you carefully to assure myself that you have made proper use of it. Clear cut instructions are included so that there is no mistake in applying it correctly.

Until we meet again, I am

Your Master

She tore the package open and was stunned to discover what she knew immediately to be a butt plug. Recoiling away from the package, she began to sob uncontrollably. To make matters worse, the phone rang.

Letting it ring fours times, Leigh reluctantly answered it, fearing it was David. But it was Michael, her husband.

"Hello darling, how are you?"

"Michael?"

"Who else is calling you these days. I've only been gone a couple days and you've forgotten my voice?" He said jokingly.

She summoned up the strength to calm down and resume speaking.

"No, darling, it's good to hear you. I thought it was Gabby bothering me about going shopping when I don't want to."

"What you don't want to go shopping? Are you ill?"

"I do have a splitting headache, but she and I have been out everyday since you left and I'm really bored . . .at least for the present."

"Well, my speech was a tremendous success, at least from my point of view and I'll be home tomorrow night. The following night you and I are going out to celebrate."

"That's wonderful darling. Shall I pick you up at the airport?"

"No, I'll catch a ride in with Jeffery or Martin."

"What flight are you on?"

"Continental 574, it should arrive around 8:30."

"I can have dinner waiting."

"No, don't go to the trouble, we have a lay-over of almost two hours in Denver, I grab something there."

"It's really no trouble at all."

"I appreciate it darling, but all I want is to get you into the sack and make up for lost time."

She had to laugh. "Alright. That sounds good to me too. So I'll see you tomorrow night then."

"Right. I love you, Leigh."

"I love you too," she said and mimed a kiss although he couldn't see it. The conversation over, Leigh pulled the butt plug from its packaging and read the sparse directions.

Sporting a frown that changed to a grimace, she went into the bedroom and located the K-Y Jelly.

`I'm actually going to try this,' she said to herself, dipping her fingers into the jar and lubricating her rosebud. After making certain the butt plug had sufficient lubricant she tried to insert it.

And failed.

Gritting her teeth, Leigh placed her index finger at her entrance and pushed. `Well that's progress,' she told herself as her finger slid in about an inch. She spent the next ten minutes preparing her asshole for the plug, realizing that it was not as easy as she had thought it would be. In thirty minutes time, she was pumping the plug itself into her ass some three inches each time, but kept meeting fierce resistance. Then on one of the in strokes the plug managed to slip past the obstacle, `probable a muscle,' she thought. It felt strange, but good, and it was causing Leigh to grunt on the in stroke.

She gave the plug a good push, and plunged into sharp pain. Withdrawing the plug while she recuperated, Leigh went back to the instructions and reread them. She found nothing new, or useful and contented herself with adding additional K-Y Jelly to her ass and discovered it was not the impenetrable closed hole it had been a few minutes ago. It was dilated, ever so slightly, about an inch in circumference. She pushed her lubed finger inside and then went back to the jar for a much larger amount, and shoved that in as well. Then she picked up the plug and slid it in. Success! It went further than it had before, and Leigh could feel the bulb spreading her asshole. But she also found it extremely uncomfortable. `Perhaps I need to lube the butt plug itself,' she thought. But the moment she released her pressure on the plug, her anal muscles sent it flying past the towel and onto her bedspread. Before she could curse the light brown stain on the white bedspread, she realized something wonderful had happened. The withdrawal itself had sent a delicious thrill through her body. Her nipples were tingling and her cunt felt like, well . . .like she was on the brink of a marvelous come.

Anxious to reach fulfillment, she grabbed the plug and reinserted it. This time she ignored the pain, impatient to drive it further than before, she used a series of short strokes and soon only the round flat base remained outside her body.

Suddenly she was all to conscious of the pain. For a moment or two it was almost unbearable, and suddenly it began to ebb. She explained this to herself, `I tore my rear open with the damn thing, now there will be hell to play.'

Then, just as suddenly, Leigh began to feel warm and her breasts were tingling again. `What the hell?' she thought moving her finger over her clitoris. She began to writhe from the slightest bit of masturbation. `Am I going to cum from this?" she wondered. She kept touching herself and at the same time ground her ass into the bed causing the butt plug in her rectum to move.

"Christ, this is GOOD!" She shouted aloud, humping her ass down on the plug as she masturbated. "Oh, I wish I had a cock handy right now!" She bellowed, puffing frantically, awaiting the huge orgasm that loomed deep within her.

She came hard and long.

And lay still for several minutes, gasping with sated satisfaction.

When she got up to get a drink of water, she realized she was still impaled with the plug and as she went down the stairs that it felt very good having it there.

Going back up the stairs gave Leigh as much a thrill as going down had. Back in the bedroom, she plopped down on the bed, being careful not to impact the base of the plug in her ass. Then she tried removing it. As the bulb got halfway out, the whole plug glided gently from her.

`What a delicious feeling!' she thought and quickly pushed the shaft back into her ass. It slid right in, swallowing the bulb to rest on the base. She grabbed the base and began to work it in and out of her. The feeling of being full, relieved, and refilled by the plug was sheer ecstasy!

Leigh chucked to herself. `If Gabby could see me now, fucking myself with an anal dildo! She'd be at a loss for word for the first time in her life.'

Then her thoughts turned to David his beautiful hard cock. `Oh, I want to suck that beautiful thing until I can't stand it any longer and then have him ram it into my pussy. No I want him to fuck me up the ass! Yes! Up the ass!'

She wanted a prick in her now! Thinking fast, Leigh remembered having purchased a dildo several years earlier that she'd given up on. `Where was that damn thing?' Then she remembered, `The closet! I bet it's in the closet!'

It took a few minutes before she located the rubber cock in a shoebox, then she scurried back onto the bed and held it up for close scrutiny.

`The damn thing even has veins in it, why did I give up on it?' She knew the answer to that was a night of passion with her husband Michael. After the real thing she simply hadn't felt a need for the dildo anymore.

Squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on the penis, she decided the bast way for self-penetration would be for her to squat over the towel that was protecting the bed from any obtrusive stains. Leigh worked slowly, reminding herself that patience was a virtue, then found herself giggling uncontrollably as she thought, `And I'm not very virtuous today, ladies, am I?'

Lifting her hips a little, she tried to inset it into her anus, but it skidded on the lubricant and went right into her cunt. Pulling the instrument from her, she knelt back up and rocked into another squat, this time she carefully positioned the dildo at her anal entrance and shoved. It slipped in easily. Since the dildo was wider than the butt plug there was a brief flash of pain, but as she continued to settle upon it the past receded.

Soon Leigh was groaning with lust again. But squatting wasn't doing it for her. She dropped on her side and slowly began moving it in and out. She had to remind herself to keep it slow it was to thick to move any faster, at least for the moment. Maintaining the slow pace for several more minutes she suddenly went rigid as her orgasm poured over her. To Leigh's surprise she discovered the loud, guttural sounds she heard were her own; and suddenly she was squirting again as she had the night before!

Nevertheless, she continued pumping the dildo in and out, still maintaining the slow, easy strokes that was so pleasing to her ass. The squirting ended and she lay there blissfully uncaring on wet sheets. When Leigh was past her sensual lethargy discovered the bed itself was thoroughly soaked.

The phone rang, rousing her from her lethargy. Cursing the interruption, she struggled to cross the bed and reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"I'm parked around the corner. I thought that best."

It was David!

"David?"

"Try again," his tone was militant and reproachful.

"Master," her voice subservient.

"Much better," he replied. "I'll knock on the door in exactly two minutes."

"Yes master," she said, stunned that he'd actually come to her residence.

She threw on a robe and ran down the stairs to await his arrival. He was precisely on time, but Leigh didn't care, throwing open the door and ushering him inside.

"I never expected you to come here . . ." she remembered in time and added, "master."

"You are my slave. I can have access to you anytime I want you."

Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor in stunned shock. `Michael would find out about this. Her marriage was ruined,' she thought as she lay crumpled on the parquet floor.

"Get up." David ordered and she slowly got to her hands and knees and pulled herself up without his help.

"Where's the butt plug you're supposed to be wearing?"

As Leigh related what had happened and her use of the dildo, he began to smile.

"So you adlibbed, eh?"

"I guess so, master."

"Let's go to your bedroom shall we?"

"Yes, master. It's this way, please follow me." And she led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The irony of the term presented itself to her as she allowed him to enter the room before her.

"Ah!" David said, "wet the bed have you?"

"I . . . I squirted again, master." She acknowledged, her head bowed.

"Get back on the bed, put the butt plug back in and masturbate for me. I want to watch you for a while."

"Oh, and wear these." He tossed a pair of white women's gloves to her.

Confused, Leigh pulled them on and reinserted the plug in her asshole. It slipped in easily..

"Go on, masturbate."

"But..."

"Use the jelly, it's right there on the table next to you."

"But..."

"NOW, slave!" Leigh trembled at the authority in his tone and dipped her gloved fingers into the K-Y Jelly then slowly worked it into herself. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her humiliation combined with her submission produced a steady stream of tears down her cheeks.

However, after a few minutes of diddling herself the heat seized Leigh and she was breathing hard. The crying ended, she concentrated on pleasing him. She realized how she must look to him, lying on her back, legs splayed, panting, and a mild orgasm hit.

David watched amused as Leigh shrieked and flopped about as she came.

"That was glorious, slave," he said. And she was filled with yet another type of contentment at satisfying her master.

She was docile as he rolled her onto her stomach, then fastened her hands behind her.

"Tell me," he asked, "how does it feel to lay there in your own body fluids?" He asked as he tied her ankles to the footboard.

"Not too bad, master. It was cold at first, but not now."

"Well then," he said deviously, "the laugh's on me." And he began tickling her.

After a few moments, her laughter took on a hysterical tinge. He kept on and on, with Leigh laughing, choking, gasping, pleading. Only when David thought he had exhausted her endurance did he stop.

He freed her hands and lay next to her, kissing her shoulders and neck, slowly tracing the outline of her back with his finger. Leigh finally caught her breath and purred as he gently stroked and kissed her. She quit purring as soon as he started attaching the nipple clamps to her breasts.

"Ready for your punishment?"

"What?"

"Your deserved punishment for not having the butt plug inserted in that pretty little ass of yours when I got here." He tightened the nipple clamps.

"But I explained that to you, master . . . I . . ."

She got no further. "You failed to obey me." It was a simple statement and she knew he fully intended to punish her for disobeying him.

"Ohhh!" The clamps were tighter than she'd expected.

"Ohhhh!" David continued tightening the clamps. Leigh was in dire pain now and trembled, thinking her poor nipples were being mashed.

"Present your ass to me."

"Yes, master," and she scrambled to all fours and placed her rear facing him. The tightening on her nipples had ended. `Now if I can only endure the current level of pain,' she thought.

"I'll give you this," he said, "your asshole is nicely dilated. It should easily accommodate my cock, but first you need this if only to reinforce my orders from now on."

David produced two cane switches from beneath his belt, running the tip of one over Leigh's body, tracing her legs, her ass, brushing it along the skin of her back ever so lightly.

Leigh was afraid now and he could taste it. Then, with a switch in each hand he began.

Swat - swat - swat! Beating a rapid tattoo on her rear end. Leigh jerked and thrashed, but was utterly helpless. David worked his way down her legs to the soles of her feet and back again. He drank in her screams. Finally, Leigh stopped screaming and just lay there absorbing the blows without so much as a whimper. She had crossed some kind of threshold and for a moment, David thought she was unconscious and ended the beating.

She clung to him, quivering.

"I hate you!"

"No you don't."

"I do hate you!"

He kissed her softly on her mouth. Then slowly began to lick her salty tears away.

"Oh, David . . . "

"Yes?"

"Don't leave me!"

"I won't leave you.'

The enormity of it flooded over her and she was overcome by her emotions.

"I love you, David," she managed and clung to him.

"I love you too, Leigh," and held her tight.

He allowed some time to pass and then roused her from her pain-induced slumber.

"It's time, Leigh."

"What?'

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Think you need anymore lubricant?"

"Huh? Hell yes!"

"What?"

"I mean . . . yes master."

"All fours please," he told her.

She complied and with her head down on the pillow, placed her hands behind her knees. She realized her nipples were numb and wondered if they had had been permanently disfigured.

David spread her cheeks open with one hand. He leaned in and kissed her there, taking in her taste, her scent, how her sphincter tightened. His cock twitched.

"Spread your cheeks." She heard his commanding voice as both firm and dreamy. Working his finger inside her with slow circular motions, he licked and sucked her firm, round globes trying to sooth her red-marked butt to a more relaxed state before inserting his thick prick. Carefully squeezing a tube of lubricant, he squished the warmed jelly into her rectum. Then he leaned back and observed his finger gently pushing inside.

Leigh was silent throughout, except for an occasional involuntary whimper, but she reveled her true feelings as her palms slid around from the cheeks of her ass to cup her dangling tits and pinched her swollen nipples with one hand and tugged at the chain with the other. David continued the process of readying her, taking his finger out, adding more lube, then two fingers, then three.

He guided her back with one hand and held his throbbing cock with the other. She felt his swollen head at her puckered hole. Easing his cockhead against her, he began his penetration. It was relatively easy for David and he was pleased that she had properly prepared herself for him.

It was different for Leigh however, as he probed her anal channel, a searing pain bit at her innards, blurring for the time being, any thought of pleasure.

"AHHHH!" She moaned, long and loud.

"That's it slave, enjoy the pain. Go with the pain."

He leaned forward and kissed her back. Sliding deeper, one hand swooped around the slight swell of her belly to her clit. The other cupped and squeezed her heaving breast. Leigh accepted him as he drove his full length into her, biting her lips until they bled, fearing the worst, that he had ripped her insides to pieces.

Then her body accepted him and the awful pain turned to a sweet pain of pleasure that seemed to lull her senses. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she arched her back and began to push back at him as he plunged into and out of her ass.

Leigh gasped as his finger entered her cunt. With almost no trouble at all he found her G spot, and slowly massaged it.

She moaned her way into another orgasm.

He pinched the end of her clamped nipple and her pleasure soared even higher.

His prick and finger kissed through the thin wall of membrane that separated them. Her ass cheeks pressed on his balls. Grunts and groans filled the room as they both climbed the ladder to ecstasy.

His balls began to contract.

Leigh continued coming.

Her anal muscles were milking him as the ripple began at the base of his cock. He released the nipple clamps and tugged them off at the exact moment her cunt and ass spasmed. She shrieked her pleasure to the night as her convulsing body released the force of another gigantic orgasm. The same ripple rode his cock and he exploded. Shooting to the deepest recesses of her ass.

Still in the throes of the climax, Leigh was sobbing uncontrollably, the pain in her rectum excruciating. But the fire wouldn't go out, she wanted more even though the muscles in her legs and stomach felt as though she had run fifty miles.

"This is so bad," she whispered to him. Her breath was coming out in short rapid pants.

"Your husband could come home at any minute," David said, a cruel smile on his face.

"No . . . not until tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, he called earlier and told me."

"Want me to fuck you?"

"God! Are you hard already?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then give it to me, please!"

He entered her swampy cunt, easily sliding in his full length.

"OHHHH!"

He pulled out, leaving only the corona inside her.

"OHHHHH!"

"Want it hard and fast?"

When Leigh failed to respond he stopped. Immediately she gripped him by the shoulders.

"Yes," she hissed, "Yes! Hard and fast!"

It was hard and fast. And she gave as much or even more than he, clutching, wriggling and gasping. She seemed exhausted.

"Does your husband know you have affairs?"

"I don't have affairs . . . you're the first in all my marriage."

"You expect me to believe that?'

"I don't care what you think."

"Oh, really? You know I can turn up at your door at any time and do anything I like to you."

"God, please don't say that."

"I might even bring a friend."

"Jesus, don't go there."

"Look at you, you're ready for another round of hard fucking.

"I . . . I"

"Sure you are," he said and thrust three then four fingers into her gaping cunt.

"Ugh!" She grunted and unable to control herself ground her pussy against his hand.

"Shall I fist you?'

"No!" Leigh shouted, alarmed that he might just try to do it.

Then he relented, extracting his fingers and wiping them on the already soiled sheets.

"Where's that fucking dildo?" He asked as he looked around on the floor and spied it by the back of the bed.

"Put the butt plug back."

She found it next to the crumpled pillow and inserted it. Her body betrayed her and she farted from the intrusion into her anal orifice. David laughed and jammed the dildo into her cunt.

She moaned because it hurt. Then he tied her hands to the headboard and followed up wrapping the remaining rope around her legs and securing them to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Test them," he said, and she did. The knots held.

"And so I bid you goodnight my dear," he said sadistically.

"David! You're not leaving me like this?" "Be thankful I haven't gagged you Leigh."

"But . . . my hus . . ."

She realized what his plan was and she went quiet.

She heard the door slam shut as he left, hoping it was only a test, she lay there in a cold sweat. When at least an hour passed and David didn't return, she began to weep.

She was still weeping the next afternoon when Michael returned home and found her. Leigh had soiled herself and the bed sometime the night before.

He untied her, carried her to the bathroom, where her drew a bath, but first placed her in the shower and stepped in himself to cleanse her. Much later, he made them both a stiff drink and sat down next to her. She accepted the drink but cringed as though she expected to be struck a blow.

Then, taking a long drink, she looked at her beloved Michael over the rim of the glass.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," she began.

"There's no need. I'm divorcing you. I don't expect you to contest it. You can play your S&M games to your heart's content."

Michael!" She began to plead, but he cut her off.

"It's over! I don't want you. I guess I still love you somewhat, but quite frankly, you disgust me. Make some calls and find a place to stay. Be gone by this evening."

He left her sitting there.

`Where,' she wondered, `where can I go?"

Weeping profusely, she called Gabby. There was no answer.

The End