Jackie had been living overseas for several years and, although she and Kate had been close as children, they had obviously not seen much of each other in the interim years. But a rather messy divorce had brought her back home and this was the first time that I had met her. When I first saw her I was quite impressed. Although well past thirty now, she still looked good. A shaggy mane of blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and a pair of good legs protruded graphically from denim shorts that were way shorter than Kate would ever wear. Her figure was complimented my a nice swell in the front of her red T-shirt that offered the promise of a perky pair of breasts. Kate had cause to admonish me on a couple of occasions for staring at her a little to obviously. I'm sure that Jackie had noticed as well, but if she had she just laughed my attention off with a flick of her blonde hair.

"I don't mean to be ungrateful, guys," said Jackie as she sashayed up to Kate and I, her long, slender legs still extending from the ends of her shorts, "but this party sucks! I've seen more action in a graveyard!"

"We know!" I replied. "Kate and I were just debating how to get things to liven up a little. You got any suggestions?"

"Yes, c'mon Jackie," Kate chipped in, "you were always the one to get things going in the old days!"

I saw Jackie and my wife share a sly grin, presumably recalling long forgotten escapades.

"Well, why don't we play a game?"

Thoughts of Scrabble and Monopoly suddenly filled me with dread.

"Bit dull, don't you think?" I said.

"Not the game I've got in mind! You ever heard of "Auction Jack"?

Both Kate and I shook our heads in the negative. I had to admit to being intrigued though, it sounded more fun than Gin Rummy!

Jackie explained the simple rules. A volunteer would stand up to be

auctioned. The others would bid hard cash – the money donated to a charity – and whoever finally "bought" the volunteer could demand that they carry out an amusing or embarrassing task – the big thing was, in the game Jackie played, the task could be literally anything. No holds barred! The others seemed to think that this idea was a good one (I'm sure they would have chosen anything over the boring music and sullen silences that pervaded the room).

"Okay, I'll go first!" cried Jackie.

Everyone cheered. The party seemed to be picking up!

"Who will start the bidding?" I announced as self appointed auctioneer.

Jackie was standing on a coffee table in the middle of the room, her eyes down and hands clasped behind her back in typical "slave" style. Standing in her bare feet, her legs looked even longer and sexier than they did before.

"Five bucks" cried Kate, laughing.

Jackie looked at her cousin indignantly "Five? I think I'm worth a fuck sight more than that!"

"Any advance?" I said

"Ten!" Lenny Jacobs was enjoying an unprecedented night away from his wife and seemed determined to get into the atmosphere that was fast developing.

Suddenly Jackie pulled up the top of her T-shirt. Gasps were heard all around the room as, braless, her full breasts were exposed. I was shocked to say the least, but a true male, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the ripe example of womanhood in front of me. I expected my wife to say something, to admonish her cousin for her lewd behaviour. Reluctantly I tore my eyes from Jackie's tits and looked over at Kate. Surprise number two. Far from being shocked or disgusted as I almost expected, she was staring as intently as I and the other three guys had been. I watched her face as, very slowly, her pink tongue slipped out and slid gracefully over her upper lip.

"C'mon, guys and girls!" Jackie almost shouted, "these tits gotta be worth more than ten bucks!"

"Fifty!" Frank's voice was almost a whisper, but I heard it perfectly.

"Sold!" I announced. "She's all yours, Frank!"

"Slowly sauntering over to Frank, Jackie put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.

"So, what would you have me do?" she said finally breaking the embrace.

"Letting me suck on those nipples would be good!"

The room had gone deathly silent with Frank's request. For just a second Jackie just stared at him. I wondered if he had gone too far. Then, slowly, my wife's cousin cupped the underside of her breasts and held them up in a kind of sacrificial offering. In a flash Frank's greedy lips had closed over her hardening nipples and sucked them fiercely into his mouth. Jackie gasped out loud obviously excited by the way her skin was being stretched and closed her hands behind Frank's head encouraging him to suck deeper and harder. Nobody seemed to know where to look or what to say, and consequently the room was filled with silent observers simply watching Frank's oral caresses. With his head virtually buried in Jackie's cleavage, his hand dropped and began to lightly fondle the crotch of her shorts. Immediately, she pulled his head away and playfully slapped his hand.

"Oh no you don't!" she laughed, "you didn't pay enough for that!"

Frank was mortified. The bulge in his pants was obvious to everyone and he began to stutter almost uncontrollable digging his wallet out and fishing around for more cash.

"No. No!" continued Jackie, "Someone else's turn now! C'mon Kate, lets see you follow that!"

I was again surprised that, without a murmur, my usually very conservative wife walked forward and, kicking off her high heels, replaced her cousin standing on the table. Although still a little shocked, I was pleased to notice that Jackie had made no attempt to cover herself up again. Her breasts remained completely exposed and the crotch of her shorts seemed to be wedged a little higher between her legs.

I took over my duties as auctioneer again as my own wife stood in front of me. I wasn't sure about her letting one of our friends suck her tits as her cousin had done, but I was extremely sceptical about destroying the atmosphere of the party.

"I bid ten!" shouted George. He hadn't had a chance to bid on Jackie and seemed keen to join in the fun.

"Ten bid!" I replied.

The bids then started to fly. Twenty, thirty, fifty. I was about to sell for the same amount that Jackie had raised when I heard her voice echo from the back of the room.

"Five hundred bucks!"

Again the room went completely silent. At first all eyes were on the grinning Jackie, then slowly turning to me to judge my response. What could I do? What could I say?

"Er…Sold, I suppose!" I managed to say.

Cheers went up around the room for the valiant purchaser. I remained a little more quiet, sobering thoughts going through my mind. What task would Kate be expected to complete for that sort of cash?

"What do you want me to do, Jackie?" Kate's voice sounded a lot more confident that I had expected.

"I think you know, Kate. Remember the last time we were together? Our promise?"

"Yes, I remember." Kate looked directly into her cousins eyes. This was more than just a friendly glance.

"It's time for you to make that promise good, hon – take off your panties and lie down on the floor!"

Frank, George and I all looked at each other in complete bemusement. I think my friends expected me to have the answers to their unvoiced questions but, truth be told, I was just as baffled as they were. All I had managed to work out was that Kate and her cousin had obviously made some sort of deal when they were teenagers and that the deal appeared to be extremely sexual in nature. Not only that but, from the way that Kate was wriggling out of her panties and obeying her older relations instructions with out a word of argument, it seemed that the deal was going to be sealed in front of us all!

"Please let me do this, John," my wife pleaded with me as she sat back against the wall with her legs spread. "Last time Jackie and I met we experimented. I kissed her pussy. She loved it so much she wanted to do the same to me. But then we heard her mom coming and had to stop. That was nearly twenty years ago and I've had to wait until now to let her keep her promise."

How could I interfere? Why would I want to? I'd have to be a complete idiot to put a stop to this, I thought!

"That's fine, girls! As long as you don't mind us watching, I don't think you'll get any arguments from us boys!"

I heard grunts of agreement immediately from my three friends. We decided to sit and watch the action from the comfort of the sofa.

Slowly, Jackie sank to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards my wife's spread legs. Kate's eyes were closed, her hands planted firmly on the carpeted floor. Her breathing heavy and deep with anticipation. I watched intently as Jackie moved between her open thighs and began to gently stroke the hot flesh of my wife's legs. Her hands travelled the length of her long, tapered limbs, down to her feet, massaging her toes softly and then slowly back up tracing gentle patterns with her fingernails. Further up and up Jackie's hands travelled until they were on the insides of Kate's thighs again only inches from her now visible pussy. Kate moaned out loud as she felt her cousins cool fingers gently pry open her pink, wet labia and slowly rotate a digit over her engorged clit. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My wife's clitoris was not the only thing round here engorged. I realised that whilst I had been watching the show that was being put on, I had developed an erection that was straining painfully in my pants. I threw a fleeting look at my sofa companions and realised that they all sported major bulges as well! Not surprising really, I thought!

We all watched closely as Jackie's head began to sink lower and lower between Kate's open thighs. Kate howled and I knew that her cousin's tongue had made contact.

"Oh…yes….lick me Jacks…suck me baby!"

For a second, Jackie raised her head and smacked her lips. The broad smile on her face told the whole story; she had obviously been waiting to do this for a long time.

"Just lie back and enjoy, baby!"

And then her head was gone again; buried between my wife's thighs and loud slurping and sucking noises echoed around the room. Kate, it seemed, was finding it tough to keep still. Her head rocked back and forth as she received the exquisite tongue bath that she had been promised for so long. Her hips bounced raising her butt up from the floor and almost presenting her pussy as a gift to her lover. I had never really thought of my wife as bisexual and a part of me wondered if this revelation would change anything between us. I didn't really know the answer to that, all I did know was that I would be more than happy for her to entertain me in this fashion as often as she wanted to!

"Oh God, Jackie! I'm gonna….cum….Oh, God…..Yes…yes..yes…YESSSSSSSSSS!!!"

As her orgasm ripped through her body, Kate's hips jumped up and down like a kid on a trampoline. Jackie had slipped her hands under her cousin's butt to support her as her face flooded with fluid, and, at the point that Kate orgasmed, I saw her lover slide a finger between her butt cheeks and up deep into her anus causing her to shake uncontrollably and release another jet of sex juice into Jackie's mouth.

Leaving my trembling wife, writhing and twitching on the carpet, Jackie stood and took off her top completely.

"Time for a little more fun now, boy's" she said laughing in our direction. "You all look like you got boners fit to burst!" Now a little recovered from her shattering climax's, Kate joined her cousin and stood by her side in front of us. She had removed her clothes completely and her small, pert breasts contrasted beautifully with her cousin's fuller figure.

"Take them out boy's," said Kate, smiling, "Jackie and I are going to have a sucking race!"

Well, I couldn't have got my cock out quickly enough – although I think Frank still beat me to it! The girls started at each end of the sofa – George and me – and sucked like pro's! Jackie was working on me, and the thought of another woman's lips around my tool, coupled with the sight of my own wife gobbling one of our best friends, caused me to lose it big time! I don't think I've ever cum so fast! Next to me, Frank did little better and exploded into Jackie's mouth a few seconds before Kate managed to coax Lenny's semen from his balls with her lips locked around his glans and her little finger in his ass.

That night our three George, Lenny and Frank stayed over – no way were they going to leave! – None of us went to bed, but instead stayed up all night fucking, sucking and groping until the sun broke through the lounge windows. By then we were all completely exhausted. I'd cum at least three times – a definite record for me – and I'd lost count of the orgasms that the girls had experienced. It seemed that whilst Kate had never tried it, Jackie was no stranger to anal sex and we all had great fun watching as Frank, with Jackie's help, tried over and over to penetrate my wife's back door with his big dick. Eventually, however her tight rear opening did concede and she ended up with Frank dumping a huge load of his cum over her upturned ass cheeks.

The party may have turned into a gang-bang orgy, but I shall always remember it for the Auction game!

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To start, Janet was rather annoyed at the invasion of privacy, but as the days passed and she admired his muscular frame and soft blue eyes she felt he was waiting for something.

This morning she had decided to do something about it. She had woken up early to prepare. Her outfit for the day included medium heels, garter belt and stockings, blouse, short-cut skirt, bra, and jacket.

As the train pulled away she arranged herself across from him. She caught his eyes and gave him a welcoming nod. He just smiled and watched her.

Over the next few minutes, as she 'read' a magazine, she proceeded to cross and uncross her legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, her skirt worked its way higher and higher along her thighs. When it was less than an inch from revealing her stocking tops for all to see, she looked up at him again.

He was certainly paying attention. His eyes were riveted to the spot between her legs, still hidden by the skirt. She smiled as she saw his slacks had developed a very prominent bulge and he kept pulling his hand away from touching it.

She waited until he looked at her eyes. She gave him a questioning look, as if to say "Do you want more, sir?". He nodded imperceptibly.

Janet arranged her things beside her to create walls on either side of her legs. The crowd was not yet enough to create standing riders so only her watcher could see her legs above the knees.

She hooked a finger under the edge of her skirt and began to draw it back towards her fluttering belly. The excitement of this exhibition had gotten her heart pounding and her pussy warm and moist.

Her stocking tops and garters appeared next, causing an appreciative ripple in her audience. Then, finally, some curly hair peeked out at him. She shifted her hips to allow her legs to spread a little. Each movement was arousing.

Janet let one finger slip down into her hot pussy and draw out a finger-full of juices. She brought it to her mouth out of desire and sucked her finger clean of her hot musky juices. She looked back at him.

He had his jacket over his lap and one hand led into the coat. The movement was almost unnoticeable, unless you suspected someone of masturbating on a subway train. Their eyes met.

Janet ducked her head as if to see under his jacket. He looked around really nervously and then tented his jacket quickly. Janet liked what she saw. His cock was full, thick, and hard. She guestimated about six or seven inches, maybe more if she was lucky. His jacket dropped quickly.

Janet slipped another finger into her slit and began to pump it in and out. Once he got the idea, he responded quickly to her offered gestures.

Janet began to arrange herself as the train stopped for a station with usually large crowds. They both rose to get off the train, no where near their necessary stops.

Janet led the way from the subway train and up the long concrete steps to the open air. Once outside, she looked around at the nearly deserted parking lot. The evening wind was already chill and she could feel her nipples react to the chill.

He walked up behind her. He pressed himself into her, his cock making an undeniable impression on her firm ass. He let his hands roam the front of her outfit as he began to suckle the skin on her neck.

She couldn't wait any longer to feel his prick inside her. She spotted an out-of-the-way side of the Subway entrance, a wall hidden by bushes and other walls. She led him quickly there.

His hot breath in her mouth as they kissed fueled her passions higher. His body pressed hers against the cold concrete wall. His hands sought her breasts; helping her off with her jacket, and then the blouse.

Her pussy was trembling with her undressing. Anyone might come around the corner to find her being ravaged by this stranger. She wanted them to come and see her, see the slut so controlled by her lust to ignore their shocked stares.

He started moving her skirt up out of the way. He ran his fingers along the garter straps, tracing the tops of her silk stockings and snapping the straps against her hot thighs.

He unsnapped her bra with the moves of a pro, and she found her nipples revealed to the night air, the blast of cold wind mixing with their body heats to harden her nipples into bullets from her breasts.

He took her nipples in his fingers and began to play with them, rubbing, pinching, licking, twisting lightly. Her breathing was labored and short. Her face felt flush and her pussy juices were beginning to run down her thighs. She was well on the way up on her roller coaster of orgasm.

She moved her fingers to his crotch and deftly released his straining meat from its cotton prison. It fell hot and heavy into her fingers. She pulled it towards her open pussy. He smiled at her in the blurriness of two faces together and moved forward, slipping his cock into her hot, dripping pussy.

She felt the meat divide her and penetrate her. It kept coming an inch after she expected it to stop and felt fuller than ever before. His length was perfect, his width a delicious strain.

Her nerves became hyper sensitive as the fucking commenced. She felt every grit of the concrete against her back, every strand of his hair in her fingers, his lips on her skin and his tongue butterflying her lips.

The buildup had been too long, and as much as she wanted to feel him fucking her for hours, she knew that she'd start coming soon. She wanted to hook him, make him come with her.

She started to flex her thighs and pussy muscles to stroke his meat as it pistoned in and out of her. He began to moan in appreciation.

Moments went by of exquisite contact, flesh into flesh, a carnal communion, she began to lose herself in the impending wave of orgasm. She wanted to come so bad, she began to hump back at his thrusts. Her moans became cries.

He began to grunt and his thrusts lost their solid rhythm. They began to come and his cock felt like it swelled inside her. She felt the pinpoint heat of his boiled cum shooting into her, and she crested her own orgasm, her pussy muscles milking his cock for every last drop of come. She panted and whimpered, trying not to scream like she ached to do. She grasped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his thighs, prolonging and deepening their intimate embrace.

Uncounted moments later she let her legs slip down his thighs to support herself. His cock slid out of her. He did not release their embrace. They smiled at each other in their afterglow, nuzzling and enjoying the decaying warmth.

He began to speak "I'm…" when she stopped him with a hand to his lips. She pointed behind him to the lit building across the street. An elegant neon sign pronounced it the Charles Road Grand Hotel. She questioned him with a look when he turned back to her. A nod and they were cleaning up for the walk over…

Registration was quick and painless. He used a credit card and she waited for him out of earshot.

The elevators were chromed and Janet looked at her reflection in them. She saw herself, but it felt so far away from her normal life. She was pursuing something that at any other moment in her life she would never have done. She was following her lusts and passions, drinking deep of sex, and for that, she could not recognize the body staring back at her from beyond the shining doors.

He joined her and dangled the key from his finger. It had the number 800 on it. Janet wasn't sure, but she thought that the eighth floor looked like penthouse suites. All the better.

The doors opened and a woman walked out. She was stunning and dressed for display. From her walk and attitude, Janet guessed she was a hooker. The woman was wearing a black leather miniskirt and stockings attached to garters that peeked from beneath the skirt. Her top was a blue satin bustier. Add a pair of spike black leather heels and she was a pure sex object.

Janet watched her reach the desk and give some bills to the clerk. She also gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Remember Raoul, you know where to find Cindy when you need her," she commented to everyone in the lobby as she walked out. Janet slipped into the elevator behind her lover. She filed the incident away for further use as she returned her attention to the man beside her.

They embraced as the elevator headed up, the floor indicators rippling upwards with them. She held him tightly to her and their tongues touched each other, searching for a more intimate coupling.

The doors opened, presenting a short hallway with two doors. Janet followed his lead as they walked to the one marked 800. He opened it quickly and stood back for her to enter the room.

Suite 800 was huge. There was a hot tub in the middle of the living room, a large bathroom, a kitchen and a delightfully large bedroom. The tub was already hot and bubbling. Janet smiled as she walked toward it. He closed and locked the door before following her.

Janet stopped at a stereo and turned on her favorite station. She began to sway to the beat it was laying down. She pushed him on to the couch facing the tub and began a strip tease for him.

She danced to the music and stroked her body for him. She smiled as she saw his cock hard again against his slacks.

First her jacket fell to the floor followed quickly by her shoes. The barer her skin became, the more aroused and sexy she felt. After her blouse revealed her heaving breasts enclosed in her bra, she looked at him. He had removed everything but his slacks and briefs.

She looked into his eyes as she reached to her left and slowly unzipped the side of her skirt. She turned towards the tub and let it fall open over her panty covered ass, garters running under the silky material. Then she let it slide slowly down her legs.

Turning to him once again, she continued her dance, letting her hands caress her flesh. Every nerve felt like an erogenous zone. Her nipples were on fire as she pinched them through her bra. He was moving on the couch now, his hand stroking his cock through his slacks, his torso stretching and twisting.

Janet unsnapped her bra from the front clasp and drew it back from her burning breasts. She let it slide down her arms stretched behind her, forcing her tits out in front of her. He was almost drooling, and definitely aching to touch them.

Next went her panties, drawn tantalizingly slowly down her thighs and calves leaving her clad only in her garter belt and stockings. Taking the safe bet, she left those on to entice him. Every other man she'd ever had liked her to wear them.

Now she went towards him on the couch. She stood before him with her legs spread.

"Lick my pussy. Make me come in your mouth." He smiled widely as he scooted up to lean into her bush.

She felt his tongue touch her cunt hair and thighs before it began to push between her pussy lips. She was hot and wet and she felt him licking and sucking at her lips. Ripples of pleasure shifted across her body making her lips tremble and her nipples twinge. As his tongue ventured deeper, she felt herself widening her stance to give him the widest access to her cunt. She began to talk to him, saying everything her lust wanted but her mind had never before allowed.

"God, your tongue feels good in my cunt. My pussy is purring for you. Suck my clit." He responded admirably and sent her a jolt shock as he sucked her clit in between his lips and played with it with his tongue.

She rested her hands on his head, and ran her fingers through his hair as his head bobbed in his eager work. She felt his nose brushing through her hair.

Her pleasure rose steadily over about 30 seconds, and she arched her feet in response, eager to reach for higher sensations. She pushed his head into her and gripped his head with her stocking-covered thighs. Her orgasm hit her and she screamed out without any restraint into the spacious suite.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, suck me, lick me, I'm coming, here I come, here I come, God its good, ah, ah ah ah ah aaaaaAAAAAAH" He kept up his work and kept her spasming with subtle and direct stimulation of her clit.

She almost lost consciousness as the pleasure gripped her body from her lips and nipples to the goosebumps on her arms to her ass, pussy and feet.

He laid her back on the couch and moved on top of her.

His body was hot and hard as it moved over her naked flesh. She felt his enormous hard-on beneath his slacks. He dry-humped against her, staining the front of his slacks with her juices. Janet held onto him and stroked his muscles.

Soon though he had to get up and take the awkward time to undress. He stood.

"Reveal me." he said in a quiet but commanding tone. Janet smiled as she took the position he'd had moments before. She stroked his powerful legs through the slacks for a few moments, getting near but never reaching his cock-bulge. She kept this up until he didn't put up with it anymore.

"I said reveal me." A little louder, but enough to get Janet to obey quickly. She undid his belt with some difficulty, taking the time to remove it from the belt loops. Then each button came undone to reveal his hot thick meat. Janet quickly pulled the slacks down and off of him and returned her attention to the cock protruding before her.

Without a fanfare, she pulled the briefs from around his cock, hooked them under his balls and grasped his cock with both hands. The head was still exposed and she began to make mouth-love to it. Her tongue probed his cum-hole and her hands had began to stroke him when he spoke.

"Did I permit you to touch my cock?" Janet stopped, rather confused. Some part of her suspected what was coming next and tingles began again between her legs.

He pulled her hands away from his cock. He stepped back a pace.

"Touching my cock is a privilege and sucking it is your highest aspiration. Do you understand?" Janet wasn't sure what was going on, but the juices in her pussy and the heat she felt certainly told her to agree to anything.

"Yes." He didn't look happier.

"Yes… Master?" The frown disappeared somewhat.

"For being a bad girl, what should happen?" She saw his cock was still as hard and throbbing as ever, glistening with her spit. He was loving this.

"I should be punished." She added the Master after a brief pause, cued by his reaction.

"Correct." He walked to the dining room portion of the suite. He took a hard chair and brought it back to the area littered with their forgotten clothes. He sat down. Janet didn't know what was next.

He helped her.

"Proper punishment is either a sound spanking or services to me beyond your proper duties." Janet had never been spanked, but the other services part was too vague for her to try just yet. She moved to his side in order to lay across him.

"What have you chosen?"

"I deserve to be spanked because I was naughty, Master." He nodded.

"Get your panties and put them on." Janet complied and returned to her former position. He moved her across his lap so her ass was displayed for him at her highest point. She closed her eyes and waited.

SMACK. She cried out a moment as the pain sizzled her asscheeks. SMACK. She bit her tongue, but didn't speak. SMACK. A tear welled up in her eye. She wasn't sure about this. SMACK. Another tear and more electric pain.

Then she noticed the electric jolts were connecting right to her pussy. With each stroke she was getting wetter and hotter. The pain was almost ignorable.

By the twentieth smat, she was ready to beg for more. She couldn't keep herself from shifting against his leg, ravenous for a fucking. But he had positioned her so that his cock lay hot against her stomach and would not reach her sizzling pussy.

He stopped and carefully pulled her panties down to around her thighs, far enough to trap her from spreading her legs. She had been nearly naked with him before but this deliberate revealing felt more exposing than anything else. She knew that she was only moments away from an orgasm.

"Have you learned your lesson?" She kept herself from yelling.

"No, Master, I have not."

"I thought so. Well, you will be spanked until you come!" He moved his free arm around her until his hand rested against her pussy. He resumed the spanking against her exposed bare bottom as he played with her clit. Not even moments went by before she spoke.

"Yes, Master, I've been bad, punish me, spank me, spank me harder, make me cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cum..cum..cumming, aah aah oooh aaah aah yes god I'm coming…"

As Janet recovered from her orgasm, he lifted her back on to the couch and returned to his chair. She saw the precom oozing out of his cock and his hand couldn't keep from stroking it a little.

"If only I had my toys, we could do this right. You seem eager enough." They both smiled at that.

"But Master, I may know of someone with the proper toys. May I make a call?" He scowled.

"Are you someone else's slave?" He asked almost disappointedly.

"No, but I have a hunch. It will definitely be rewarding, Master." He nodded and she noticed him breathing quickly, either through anticipation or thrill.

A quick call to Raoul, a transfer to a line Raoul obviously kept on his speed-dialer, and a minute or two of explanation.

"Cindy will be here in 15 minutes, Master. What shall I do while you wait?"

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"Stand and enter."

Without moving her wrists from their "secured" position behind her, she clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward the sound of her Master's voice. Once His feet were within view, she stopped, and knelt again before Him.

He walked away from her. Part of her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an immovable object. Still, her heart soared, for He would not have commanded her to appear in their sacred place – especially dressed in this manner – unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence.

She heard the door close, seal, and lock. This was not uncommon, even if He intended to only play lightly. Still, the sounds from the door held a "finality" to them, signaling that she could not leave again no matter what.

She chastised herself for that thought, reminding herself of the safeword she had selected several years before. Only once had she ever used it, when she recognized the scent of alcohol on His breath. she always gave her body and her love to Him willingly in equal measures, but that night she made her body untouchable due to her love for Him, that the drink would not cause Him to inadvertently harm her beyond their long-held agreement.

His feet reappearing within her limited range of view brought her back to her present situation. From the cool caresses down her back and jostling her hair just slightly, she was kneeling almost directly underneath one of the air conditioning vents. Especially in the intense Phoenix summer, the cool wafts of air felt wonderful, sensual.

Surprisingly, He knelt before her, something He almost never did. Instinctively, she spread her knees even further apart in case He wished access to her most private of places. Only He had ever touched her there, and a heartbeat later, He touched her there once again.

"You have been extremely wonderful these past few weeks," He praised her, whispering as His free hand maneuvered her hair aside so He could gaze deep into her eyes, His other hand maneuvering aside the front of her thong to stroke her womanhood directly. "While life at work has been extremely stressful for Me lately with the merger preparations, you have been a sweet, relaxing, calm presence in My life."

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes held captive by His gaze as her heart soared at His kind words. "I only wished to ensure your happiness, Sir."

His smile caused her soaring heart to melt. The sudden entry of a pair of fingers into her body caused her to gasp softly, yet her eyes never broke the gaze. Seconds later, the digits were removed and raised to her lips to be cleaned by her expert tongue.

"I want to thank you by breaking in the new equipment that arrived yesterday," He announced. His smile mirrored hers. "you deserve it after being so sweet and considerate of My needs over the past few weeks."

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.

"But first, I want you to masturbate for Me while I set up the new equipment."

"As you wish, Master."

She lay on her back on the floor, knowing this was the position her Master preferred for her when she pleasured herself for Him. Both her hands instantly slipped inside the thong to begin compliance with His command. She kept her eyes upon Him initially, admiring His typical all-black formal attire until He finally stood and moved out of her field of vision.

The sparks emanating from her core began to leap further, spreading throughout her small frame. her breath came faster, her lips emitted soft sounds, her fingers danced beautifully across her clitoris.

"Sir, may i cum?"

"Yes, as much as you'd like."

Her hands launched into full-assault mode, never slowing through the onslaught of orgasms which wracked her senses and flooded the carpet. As she cried out again and again and again, her own voice felt like a distant memory, real yet fleeting. her body felt as if it was being swept away in an overflowing river of sexuality, breathtaking fireworks exploding on the inside of her eyelids, her heart pounding so hard and fast that it threatened to explode.

"So beautiful. So slutty."

The words barely registered, as they were spoken in the midst of yet another orgasm. As that wave of pleasure began to recede, she felt Him straddling her, His legs against her sides, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. When at last she could open her eyes, she looked through sex-glazed eyes up at His sweet smile. "I never knew my wife could be such a brazen whore," He noted aloud. Her clitoris throbbed again at the "W" word.

He bent down to kiss her, and her mouth attacked His with extreme viciousness. she struggled, wanting desperately to wrap her arms around her husband and Master, yet His hold on her wrists was firm. As the kiss continued, He slowly moved His legs backward, slipped them between hers, and rested His crotch above hers. His manhood was already long and solid inside His black trousers, and her hips instantly reacted to Him. If not for the copious amount of fluids continuing to emerge from her, this would be dry humping at its finest as He teased her nicely.

Instead, she was a bit embarrassed, since her wetness would be all over Him when He finally lifted Himself from her. Still, she wrapped her legs tightly around His waist, squealing into His mouth with each long stroke back and forth across her womanhood.

He sat back, releasing her wrists and extricating Himself from the vice grip of her legs. her eyes opened once more, and she began to giggle at the sight of His blackened lips. Obviously aware of the spectacle He presented, His laughter joined hers as He drew her close for a hug, then helped her to stand on her shaky legs.

"Remember the game of Assassins from our first year in college?" she asked. "i just killed you with The Kiss of Death."

He smiled again, obviously remembering the game. "If anyone must kill Me, I would hope it would be you. But now, on with the show."

He turned her around, and she saw the new equipment, which He named the Body-stocks. Instead of securing one's head and wrists in the stocks, this version was taller and a bit thicker with two small holes for the wrists and a larger hole lower on the device for the torso. A heavy chain wound through the pair of holes near the base of the Body-stocks.

"Are you ready?" she could only nod her assent as her eyes drank in the sight of the device, her mind reeling with questions: Would He drive her insane with pleasure? Would He tease her mercilessly, then leave her to stew in her own lust for hours? Would He cause her body to convulse with pain?

She soon stood facing the back of the Body-stocks. As her fingertips glided along the nicely-polished oak wood, she could hear her Master opening one of the drawers in a dresser along the wall behind her. When He returned, He knelt behind her and affixed a pair of cuffs to her, using small padlocks to ensure they remained snug around her ankles. The snaps at the end of the heavy chain were attached to the D-rings of the wide leather cuffs, giving her only a few inches of maneuverability.

Slowly, He licked and nibbled His way up the slave's legs, His hands stroking the insides of her thighs. Strategically ignoring the juncture of legs with torso, He continued working up her back, licking along her spine, until He stood behind her. Pressing Himself against her, she could feel the hardness trying to press between her lower cheeks, and could also feel the wetness she had deposited there earlier. Fortunately, He did not seem to mind that His clothing was now "dirtied" because of her.

Then again, if He did indeed mind, He would take it out on her body once she was secured in the new device and unable to escape the punishment.

After briefly cupping a breast and squeezing gently, He moved to the right side of the Body-stocks. Removing the lower padlock, He opened the device. Without needing to be commanded, she leaned forward, resting her stomach on the dip in the wood. Seconds later, the device was closed and padlocked, leaving her leaning forward somewhat awkwardly. Wearing the open-cup bra, she was quite aware of her breasts hanging beneath her; wearing the thong, she felt quite exposed despite the scant garment.

She felt the vibrations through the wood as the top part of the device was opened. Carefully, slowly, He helped her to bring her arms back above her head, then threaded each forearm into place before closing and locking the Body-stocks. Hearing Him step away again, she took the opportunity to attempt to bring her arms forward. In this position, if she so wanted, she could probably squeeze her wrists through the small holes. However, He quickly returned with and applied another pair of thick leather cuffs, also secured with padlocks and connected by a short and even heavier chain. With the thickness of these wrist cuffs, she had no chance to slip her wrists through the small holes.

Then again, she did not want to escape.

"How do you feel?"

Taking a quick mental assessment of her situation, she felt the wetness growing again between her legs. Confinement of any kind seemed to excite her no matter what the situation. That this was a brand-new piece of equipment thrilled her even more. However, she quickly noted that she would need to work to keep her head raised, or else blood would pool into her head and probably cause her some dizziness.

"I feel wonderful, Sir."

"Good. you look wonderful, as well."

Standing behind her, He could not see her smile at the compliment. she wiggled her rear at Him, knowing He would appreciate the gesture. Then she simply waited, listening as He moved around the play room.

When He at last returned to her, He knelt before her, nipple clamps in hand. Gently, He sucked at her left nipple, tugged at it with His teeth, enticed it to lengthen and harden, then tortured it with a clamp. her soft sighs of pleasure instantly changed to a loud groan of pain. she winced as the clamp was tightened to ensure it would not come off before He wanted it to come off. Then the same agonizing treatment was awarded to the right nipple.

"Don't go away." With a soft laugh, He rose and left the play room, leaving her alone. From her lengthy training, she closed her eyes and performed her breathing exercises, helping her to internalize the pain in her nipples and also to pass the time in His absence. Yet it was almost impossible to remain still, causing her breasts – and, ultimately, the clamps – to sway slightly beneath her. Now she understood why she had been ordered to wear the open-cup bra for this play session.

Opening her eyes once more, she looked down at the twin mounds falling away from her, noting how they and the clamps oscillated. The position she was in was beginning to become uncomfortable, and she found herself wiggling as best as she could, the movements of the clamps sending small shock waves up her feminine orbs and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it, leaving trickles of desire meandering down each leg. Yet she was also aware of the intense discomfort – of her body's awkward position in general, and of the vice-like confinement of her sensitive nipples in particular. The chains rattled slightly as she fidgeted, trying to find the most "comfortable" discomfort possible in her predicament.

The door to the play room remained open. At any time, she could call out for her Master, and knew that He would come running to her side instantly. But if she called for Him indiscriminately, her punishment would be extremely severe – a lesson she had learned all too well once before. So she suffered alone, trying to set her mind adrift, envisioning more pleasurable scenarios.

…yet each scenario involved a similar predicament. Only the location changed.

Then she thought of her current situation, and tried to anticipate what would happen next. she envisioned Him returning to the play room, wearing only a smile as He closed, sealed, and locked the door to again soundproof the room. The flow of desire intensified, creating new streaks down her thighs as she imagined her Master positioning Himself behind her, quickly impaling her, and savagely taking her with all the care of a sadistic rapist. The vision in her mind was so vivid that she could hear her imagined screams, feel the imagined tears falling from her eyes and plummeting to the floor. As best as it could, her body moved of its own accord, mimicking the events playing out in her head, a solo version of the ages-old primal dance.

"Such a horny, wanton bitch."

Raising her head and looking through the many strands of her lengthy hair, she could see Him standing just inside the play room. Wearing only a smile, He closed, sealed, and locked the door, reinstating the soundproof nature of their private hideaway. His cock was already long and hard, ready to sweetly pummel her body from the inside.

That was exactly what she needed most. "Please, Master, use Your slave."

"I will, she-who-wishes-to-be-used," He noted aloud, His delight audible in His voice as He moved toward the willing captive.

Practically without warning, His hands were in her hair, yanking her down onto his extensive manhood, poking at her throat on the initial penetration and holding still deep inside her. she tried to scream around the oral invader, the vibrations of her sounds causing Him to shudder and gasp aloud and bringing forth several drops of lubrication from Him. The act was so sudden that she panicked, fighting fiercely in her awkward confinement as His fists tightened painfully in her hair, her constant movements torturing her breasts and nipples while the Body-stocks began to bruise her waist and forearms, her lips spreading their paint around the base of the thick assailant. The tears were no longer imagined; they were very real, induced by a panic she had not known for months in His usually-gentle dominance of her mind and her body.

Just as suddenly, He was gone from her sight, leaving her sputtering and whimpering with relief.

Just as suddenly, He was behind her, once again introducing her lower cheeks to the heavy oak paddle and causing new pained sounds to spew forth from her lips.

With each strike of the paddle, she lurched forward as much as the Body-stocks would allow, the chains at her wrists and ankles rattling, the clamps upon her nipples shaking fiercely to create two additional sources of pain. her mind was so overwhelmed that she entered that thick haze she knew so well, her body's method of protecting her from the full gamut of powerful sensations that would otherwise threaten to render her unconscious due to overstimulation. The soft lining of the cuffs, the harsh scraping of the Body-stocks, the clamps' jiggling adherence to the law of gravity, the painful impacts of the paddle, the embarrassing feeling of the liquid love pouring forth from her, the sound of her own cries overpowering virtually every other sound in the play room – it was all muted by that haze, that wonderful, sensual, protective haze.

Yet she felt that this was where she truly belonged, that this was what she was meant to do with her life, that this was the One to whom she could hand her heart on a silver platter and know that it would be safer than even the Crown Jewels.

Then, her mind unable to comprehend even through the haze, she floated on a cloud. Time lost all meaning. All she could feel was an intense heat, both around her and within her. her soul was bared for all to see.

…and suddenly, she melted. An intense climax shoved away the haze with the force of a typhoon wind blowing a piece of cardboard across a virgin landscape. Pain mostly receded as a throbbing hardness withdrew from her and then pierced her elsewhere, fingernails digging into the flesh of her hips as her tightest opening was forced to spread wide to accommodate Him.

Her final virgin landscape was no longer virgin. Her screams and her tears were the proof of the final barricade's decimation.

Her screams turned to cries as her Master held still inside her, riding her as a finger plucked her clitoris like an virtuoso violinist. His fingers never slowed, never relaxed, never allowed her a moment of rest – she was an instrument, singing beautifully as He played her, enjoying her sweet music.

Then, she felt him expand and release his seed into her. His essence poured into her small body, threatening to fill her full until the excess spilled out through her ears. Still she sang for Him, unable to do anything else – barely even able to breathe.

At last, the outrageous assault ceased. He left her, walking slowly and shakily to the door, unlocking, unsealing, and opening it so that He could leave her. Slowly, her body calmed itself, yet she could feel the tidal surges continue for what seemed like hours. Salty rain departed her body to dampen the floor, while sweeter liquids coursed down her legs. Unable to swallow due to her dry throat, what little saliva she could muster dribbled forth from her lips. The heaving of her chest jostled the nipple clamps and sent painfully erotic shock waves up her breasts and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it. Even her hair felt ablaze with gratification as it hung from her in long unkempt strands.

Four days later, as they enjoyed a hot bubble bath together, the bruises on her waist and forearms were still visible, but fading. her nipples were still too sensitive to allow her to wear a bra – or anything else above her waist – without discomfort. Yet it was worthwhile in the end, as it had been a perfect way to break in the new equipment.

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