Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

Natalie

This was the most surreal strange experience of my short love life. Not only was I watching my favourite TV programme beamed direct from the States but I was being taken by my man at the same time.

My nipples were getting harder as you teased them, my pussy was wet and wanton while on screen we were catching up with the characters who made this show so great.

But soon I was overcome so I hit the record button and just gave myself to you. We surrendered to our lusts and before long you were ramming into me bringing me to orgasm as you yourself flooded my womb with your love.

When it was over I hit playback and lying in your arms we saw the saga of Westeros unfold.
 
Edward

I was thoroughly enjoying Rose. I had originally been feeling a little pressured. It only made sense that women knew what women liked, particularly between the thighs. So I went with what had generally worked in the past, variety and close attention. I had begun be lightly exploring with my tongue, circling your outer lips, gradually working my way in. You shuddered at several points, and I noted them. I pressed my lips to your sex and sucked one of your labia into my mouth. I gently released the generous folds of skin, and sucked the sister labia. I gave your furrow a number of long licks, from our deliciously wet opening to your mons. Your breath told me volumes, so when I pressed my lips around your clit hood and sucked, your hips rose to meet me. I had teased and explored, and had started to lap your clit in ernest when you cried out for me to stop!

I paused, tilted my head and looked up at you, disbelief in my eyes. Did you not like what I was doing because I was a guy? Had you changed your mind? WTF?

I raised myself a bit, about to ask, then you said you wanted me inside you.

AH! Alright then! I grinned as I leaned back and pulled my shirt off. I had to get off the bed to remove my trousers, and did so deliberately, so you could watch. I was gratified to see your eyes widen as you saw my erect cock. I moved back onto the bed, crawling over you, on top of you. Your legs were unmoved, open wide to me.

I slipped one hand to my cock. God, it was like fucking stone! I set the head to your soft, wet furrow and stroked up and down, as my tongue had earlier. You skin was flushed and you were trembling. I paused, the tip at your entrance, "Did Sam.. has one of your girls ever asked you to stop? Did you, or did you take what you want?"

I entered you, and your back arched. I sensed no obstruction, so clasped your shoulders and thrust. You were so incredibly wet, that I sank entirely into you. Your mouth was opened wide and your breath strangled.

I paused, in part to savor the moment and part not to climax immediately. I watched as you tilted your head to me again, your eyes focussing on mine. I grinned, "How does it feel to be taken Rose?"

Before you could answer, I started to move my hips, my cock sliding in and out of your channel in long forceful strokes.
 
Chris

MY Goddess! Could I possibly love or want anyone more than I loved and wanted Charlie?

You were a virgin when I met you, barely less than nine months ago, and I, the manager of a sex club. But now, you manipulated my erotic impulses like a puppet on a string. I could barely breath as you pressed your breasts around my cock and began to bounce. You looked at me, so lovingly, almost angelic, as you coaxed me aurally to cum so dirtily. I felt the moistness of your milk on my hips and lost all control.

I came, hard, my cock spraying jets of semen from your throat to your cleavage. You smiled broadly at me, as you rubbed the while semen over your breasts, mixing with the white drips of milk. I watched and felt my cock twitch, oozing yet more seed. You reached out and took the emission with your finger and brought it to your lips.

You back up a little and I drank in the sight of you, Madonna/mother and whore... You looked at your chest, and shook your head at me, "Pervert! I need to go shower. I can't feed Grace.. like this!"

"You're right about that," I agreed wholeheartedly, "and since I made the mess, I will join you and clean you up."

As we walked to the bathroom, I did wonder about Grace though. It was ok now, but what would happen as she grew up? Was I comfortable with her knowing about the Club? Would I want my daughter going there some day?
 
Sebastian

When I finally came down, and it felt like more of a crash, I was lying full on top of Carol, my cock still firmly inside you, like a cork. I eased a bit of my weight off of you, and kissed you softly. It was the first soft thing I had done to you in hours.

Part of me wanted to apologize. I had fucked you, repeatedly, hard. It hadn't been making love. I had Fucked you, like an animal in rut.

I shifted and felt my cock twinge unhappily. Sheesh, we were both going to be sore tomorrow.

I felt like I had.. used you. But... my God... it had been the most intense sex of my life! I had cum so much inside you, that I almost expected to see a baby bump.

I felt your hands on my face as we rolled onto our sides. Far from looking distressed, you looked.. so peaceful, and happy. You took my hand and rested it on your belly, not saying a word. I so ardently hoped you were right.

You leaned closer and kissed my closed eyes. I was so grateful. And part of that gratitude was that Sally had had the good sense to decline. I breathed a large, contended sigh, whispering, "I love you."

I opened my eyes and grinned, "We could elope..."
 
Carol

After a marathon night of sex in which you really put me through my paces I gently placed my hand on my stomach and saw your reaction. I love you so much and smiled as you mentioned eloping.

"In the ideal world I'd put my track suite on, get a special license and marry you in the local town hall. But we don't live in my ideal world. Charlie would want to be with us, so would Chris and we'd be expected to hold the reception in the club."

I kissed you, hugged you and then climbing out of bed I grabbed your shirt and used it to cover my top. Coming back with a pot of tea I poured two cups and and we shared them.

It was now nearly 0600 hours and the sun was up. "Let's have a shower, get dressed and begin to plan our big day." I really loved you.
 
Sebastian

Carol and I were both rather tired, but a pot of strong tea and a shower rejuvenated us, some. The Club certainly was the best place for the reception. But the wedding itself? You wondered how a wedding would feel there. I grinned, "probably a lot like Charlie's."

You said sadly that you had not attended. I asked you to hold that thought. I opened my laptop and accessed the Club's new website. After some searching, I managed to find Chris and Charlie's nuptials. You set your hand to your mouth when you saw what Charlie was wearing, and giggled at your daughter's audacity. I just smiled widely, "I think you would look amazing in that!"

Your eyes got a little wider as you watched the happy couple consummating on stage shortly after the vows. You glanced at me, and I joked, "I think we have to. Its a family tradition."

You rolled your eyes, "maybe."

We jovially departed, making our way to a jewelry store to look at rings. The clerk assisting us was a little older than I was, but not by much. I could tell he was a bit flummoxed by our age difference, and for the first time, was more amused than anything else. When you had wandered off to look at earrings, he asked me how long we had been together, I leaned in conspiratorially, "since her husband passed. Poor bloke. Couldn't keep up with her."

I could barely keep a straight face when you returned, and he looked at you wide eyed.
 
Carol

I couldn't help laughing at the look on the face of jewellery salesman, it was a picture. After we looked at the rings I went to examine ear rings and necklaces while you were chatting to the guy. I could feel his eyes on me and since my introduction to naughtiness I loved teasing men.

Walking as sexually as I could I moved my bottom teasingly and on my return I saw you trying to look as innocent as you could. I knew you had said something from the way I was being looked at. I purposely bent forward to show as much cleavage as I could, I then licked my lips, smiled at the guy and then turned to you "I don't want to be rude darling, but have you got your energy back?" You caught on and nodded trying to hold back a smile. I saw the salesman blushing so I added "That's good. I didn't want to go to the supermarket for more batteries."

Turning to the salesman I winked and said "You must work out every day. I bet you've got lashings of energy". I saw his name badge and as You led me away I turned and said "Thank you Steve. I'll remember you!"

Once we were out of the door you told me what you'd said to Steve. I couldn't resist waving at the poor man and gave him a teasing pout. Turning to you I asked "Seriously, how strong is your heart?"
 
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Rose Tyler

I watched in both fear and curiosity as you got off the bed, removed your shirt to reveal your muscle rippled chest and began to remove your trousers. Then your hardened cock Spring free showing a leakage of fluid on the tip.

You asked me something about Sam and the other girls but I didn't really understand what you meant because I was concentrating on the monster getting closer and closer. I felt myself tremble as climbed onto the bed, moved on top of me and kissed me passionately, hungrily and I found myself responding. Your hands were again on my breasts causing them to swell and my nipples to harden.

Then you were at my entrance, I trembled and arched upwards knowing my life was about to change forever. My pubic hair bristled as I felt you slowly, gently, then suddenly thrust forward. It hurt a little but I didn't bleed, that barrier had vanished years ago maybe in a sports moment or an army exercise.

You asked me how it felt to be taken and I just said "Strange". You started moving in and out, up and down, faster, faster, gathering speed. I felt something building deep inside and I knew my first orgasm was about to erupt. We moved together, harder, faster, demanding until suddenly I thrust my head backwards and moaned, groaned and then screamed as my whole body shook and a bolt of lightning hit me as I sent a flood of nectar cascading down onto your cock. As I did I felt you lose control as you shot your hot scalding seed deep into my untouched womb.

I continued to arch upwards as you emptied yourself and I ground against you milking every drop of you in to me. Finally we came to halt, you rolled off and I grabbed you "Hug me!" I begged. And as you did I wept my post virginal tears on to your shoulder.
 
Sebastian

"You are such a teeease," I said to Carol with a grin, "that poor guy is probably going to have a boner all day."

You giggled and asked me about my... heart. The street was not terribly busy, so I reached over and took your hand. I set it squarely on my basket, and affirmed, "My heart is just fine."

You licked your lips so very lewdly before taking your hand away. Smiling back, I asked, "where to next?"
 
Edward

I was catching my breath, holding Rose close, when I felt your tears on shoulder. I cuddled you a little closer, more than a bit confused. That you had cum had been obvious, or deserved an Oscar for your performance. Surely, with all your lady friends, you had had such moments. Some of my lesbian friends boasted of using toys, the size of which made me feel totally inadequate. Surely, I hadn't been 'that" good...

Inwardly, I shrugged. Wasn't going to figure it out now. So, I held you, gently stroking your back, marveling again at how tight your body was. It was late, and fairly soon we drifted off...

I woke in the early hours to hear you dressing in the next room. I groaned, and got out of bed, walking to the door. You were fastening your blouse, as I said quietly, "You don't have to go."

You said you had an early appointment, and had to go. "Sorry to hear it," I said truthfully. I would have enjoyed another round with you. You looked at my naked body for a moment, then walked to me and gave me a quick kiss, saying you would see me later.

Then you turned and left, and left me wondering what you had meant by that.
 
Rose Tyler

I was so grateful for your strong arms and shoulder and felt rather ashamed. I know there is an old story that virgins weep after their deflowering but I never dreamed it was true. But my tears just flowed and you helped me. Somewhere we fell asleep and I woke before you. I hurriedly got dressed after finding my clothes and I was glad you hadn't spiller onto my skirt. How would I have explained that?

I explained I had to leave and you showed your curiosity but didn't press me for answers. I arrived back at my apartment where I looked at my post virginal face in the mirror. Well, I was no longer a maid but I suppose it had to happen sometime. I wondered what my female subs would have thought if they had seen me.

After changing I called the police station and arranged to meet one of the senior Vice Squad members. At the little cafe I sat and waited for him and on his arrival I handed my report. I definitely didn't mention seducing Sam or my deflowering but I did tell him it was a members only sex club which seemed to be frequented by consenting adults. I said I hadn't seen any 'under age' members or anyone who appeared to be a sex slave. But I hadn't visited the 'dungeon' yet.

Mike Brown gave me a minature camera which fitted into my credit card holder, a miniature microphone and told me to get myself down to the dungeon on my next shift. After I left I tried calling Sam to see if she wanted to meet for a meal but I got no answer. Instead I called Gale, met her for an afternoon snack and took her home where I bedded her bringing her to orgasm three times.

That night I returned to the club, smiled at Edward and took up my position behind the bar with him. Again I was teasing the girls but also gave him the 'come on'. Maybe I was now batting for both teams.
 
Edward

I had been a little trepidatious about my shift that evening. Things can get funny between people when you sleep with them. Of course, they can get funny when you consider and then don't sleep with them too.

But Rose was all smiles when she came on. Everything seemed cool between us. You even flirted with me some. I let my imagination project into the future a little. Maybe we could be co-workers with benefits? Who knew? As Yoda said, "Always in motion the future is."

It was a slow evening, for the Club, which gave us a little more time to chat. You had all sorts of questions about the Club, and how it worked, and who did what, and what was available. I did my best to answer. You seemed particularly curious about the dungeon...

Not my particular area of expertise, I suggested that you go and have a visit, "Actually, make a good martini, take it and ask for Lady Vivianne. I think she will happily show you everything. The ladies love her."

You raised an eyebrow at me, then asked, "vodka or gin?"

"Bombay Sapphire, very dry," I grinned back.
 
Vivianne

It had been a rare quiet evening for me. None of my usual subs were in attendance. To think that they had lives outside of serving me. Amazing. Not really, but it is exactly what they wanted to hear, and I happily fed their fantasies.

I had settled onto a settee and was ensconced in one of the Game of Thrones books, so much better than the show. I finished a chapter and glanced up to see a delicious bartender heading towards me with a martini glass in hand. I watched as her legs moved, the muscles were defined and wondered if the rest of her was as toned. She stopped in front of me and set the drink down. I casually reached over and took a sip, giving her a purr of approval.

I could see her eyes were appraising me as well, and felt the familiar vibe of a woman who appreciates women. I asked her as to what I owed the pleasure of the drink.

You replied that you were new here and were quite curious. I stood up. Between my height and my heels, I was a good bit taller than you. You forced your eyes from my corset and the swell of my chest to look into my eyes. I smiled lightly, "curious about what dear?"
 
Rose Tyler

I noticed this amazing looking woman was reading one of the Game of Thrones books and immediately got into conversation. "I've read all the books too and find it disappointing the TV series doesn't always follow to the letter." I placed the drink down and continued "Of course now the TV show has overtaken the books so this season is going to be amazing. Especially now Jon Snow is back." We both smiled as I turned the subject to the dungeons.

You were going to be a challenge, obviously you had an awful lot of experience and I looked forward to adding to it. Nothing was a greater challenge to me than a sophisticated woman who obviously knew what she wanted in bed. I was going to give it to you.

You asked me what I was curious about and I asked if you would take me down there. Once there I would look to see if there was any evidence of illegal activity taking place. If there wasn't then I was going to enjoy you.

It took about thirty seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light but it didn't take long forme to see we were alone. I saw the chains, the whips, the blindfolds and the sexy costumes. "Who wears these? Who uses them? What happens down here?"

I walked forward and fondled the leather slave costume before turning and noticing your cleavage. "I'd like to see you in this." I purred.
 
Charlie

I sensed you were in deep thought as your eyes focused on our little princess. Suddenly everything else in life took second place to her. By now I had showered, got dressed in my dressing gown and joined you. "Isn't she beautiful?" I reached out and grabbed your hand. "A very good friend of mine is serving in the British Army" I whispered "She was telling me about her new nephew and her nieces and how they focus her mind. To her she does what she does because she wants to make the world a safer place for them. Now when I look at Grace I know what she means. I'd do anything for her."

I pulled you to me "And you Mr Devon, you are an amazing husband and father. You would sacrifice anything for us wouldn't you?" I didn't let you answer because I pulled you into a kiss. Suddenly Grace began to cry but I stopped you going to pick her up "She has to learn to be patient. If we pick her up every time she cries she'll be spoiled."

I switched the microphone on and led you into the lounge and sat you down. After making a cup of tea each I switched the TV on. Let's watch Game of Thrones before Madam wakes up." You sat next to me as the theme music started.
 
Vivianne

I gave Rose an indulgent laugh, "Oh my, you are new here."

I took another sip of my martini, before running a finger over the leather costume, "I wore something like this once, early on in my training. One of my teachers said you should never use a toy you haven't had used on yourself, and I use All of them."

I watched as you looked at various implements hanging on the wall. You were quite curious. I had heard about you. News of the ginger bartender had traveled quickly, although your dancing with Eddie implied more. You were clearly aggressive, a dominant partner. But the way you took everything in, and the way your toned body seem ready to spring at any instant... I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

We wandered the room, arriving at the bondage rack in the center. It was a delightfully rough looking old thing, made of stout English Oak. Leather straps dotted the surface of the platform, which was mounted to a hinged base, so that it could be rotated to any angle.

You looked at it, your eyes noticeably wider. You fingered one of the straps, then turned to find me quite close. I ran a finger over the base of your throat, "I've heard you took young Sam. Brava! Was she as sweet as she looked to be?"

You colored slightly, so I pressed, acting on a hunch, "Tell me Rose. You like taking women, but, have you ever been taken by woman?"

I set a few fingertips on the top of your ribcage and pushed you back. I felt a bit of resistance, but simply pressed harder. You eyes widened when you took a step back to keep your balance, and your back met the surface of the rack.

Your eyes narrowed very briefly and, for a moment, I wondered if you would hit me. I narrowed my own eyes, letting the mantle of domme settle fully upon me. My fingers spread and circled your throat, "I've learned that no one can be taken who doesn't want to be, on some level."

My hand slid up your throat to the base of your jaw, my face leaning closer to yours, "So Rose, do you want to be taken?"
 
Sebastian

Carol's eyes gleamed, in that way they did when you were feeling amorous. It was past noon, and you said you were feeling peckish. Lunch was in order then. Then you commented that there was a place you wanted to 'take me.'

"Sounds promising," I smiled. You took my hand and we walked down the street, then took a left and entered a local park. It was one of the older parks, surrounded by wrought iron, all the trees and shrubbery ancient and dense. As we walked one of the paths, I saw you looking around and wondered if you were possibly...

We stopped as you looked at a narrow mulched path leading into a bank of yews and holly. You took my hand and led me down that path, which jogged left and then right, then opened into a very small clearing, in which the gardeners kept their tools. It was open to the sun, and in the distance, we could see the 3rd and 4th stories of the local buildings. You set your hand on my pants, asking if my heart was still good.

In answer, I turned you round and set your hands on a thick wooden post. You sighed and bent lower, arching your back, as I pulled your skirt up to your waist with one hand and unzipped my trousers with the other. I pulled my cock out and brushed the head against your sex. You were just starting to get wet, so I guided the head into you gently and began to move. After several strokes, the head was warm and wet, and I pushed further.

We froze as we heard voices from the main path. We waited until they faded, then I grasped your hips and thrust deep.
 
Carol

Waterlow Park, my mother used to bring me there when I was tiny. It was given to the people of London as 'a garden for those without gardens' as the title said. Unlike the famous parks it was quite deserted during the day apart from pensioners, young mothers and socialists who used it as a short cut to Highgate Cemetary where Karl Marx lies buried.

Something possessed me to be 'naughty' so I led you there to mate with you. Thankfully I wore stockings which meant my short dark blue skirt when raised gave you access to my sex. What you didn't expect was me going commando which meant I was already horny and ready for you.

You pushed me against the post and entered only stopping when we heard voices in the distance. After the voices faded you rammed into me making me cry out in lust. I found myself relaxing as we picked up speed and I teased you "I'm fertile ... I'm ready ... I want your seed!" Suddenly I lost control and came hard on your shaft as you surrendered to your lust and filled me with your essence.

Afterwards we un-entwined and adjusted our clothes. As we rejoined the path I felt your spent seed running out from me down my left leg soaking my stockings. Coming towards us was a nun, I smiled at her innocently "Good Morning Sister. Beautiful weather!" As I spoke I felt another shot of sperm run down my leg.
 
"I've learned that no one can be taken who doesn't want to be, on some level ... So Rose, do you want to be taken?"

My heart began to rush as I took a deep breath and confessed "I've always been the one who takes" I held your gaze "And sweet Sam was so ripe to be taken, plundered. Because she wanted to be taken." I turned seductively "I've always taken ... until yesterday. Would you believe I was a virgin when it come to men until yesterday? I lost my virginity last night because I was ready to be taken."

I handled the chains, the whips, blindfolds and other instruments. Again I was looking for anything illegal but found none. Turning the tables on you I asked "Do you think I'm ready to be taken?" I saw your eyes narrow "Would you like to be the one who takes me?"

For some reason I was aroused by the very thought of it "Do you want to use me?" I gave an innocent look "Losing two cherries in two nights must be some sort of a record!"
 
Vivianne

Oh, you were a saucy one! And, in truth, I did want to take you. Such a lovely body, and those dark eyes... mmm mmm mmm. But, to admit it would have been to hand power back to you, and that simply would not do.

"Perhaps," I said casually, before fixing my eyes on yours and walking closer. I set my hand on your shoulder and pushed you up against the upright rack, "if you are strong enough."

I could see your eyes harden a little, but the flush of your skin told me of inner struggle. I took one of your hands, stretched your arm out, and pushed it flat against the rack. I bound your wrist with one of the leather straps, and smiled as you tested it. As I walked to your other side, I commented, "Most women Beg me to take them, and most that I do, then beg me to stop."

You allowed me to bind your other wrist, testing the strength of the bind. Your back arched and your blouse strained as you did. I looked at your blouse for a second. Yes, that would do.

"I wonder which you will be," I said, and then nudged your feet apart with my stiletto heels. It was at that moment when Keishin. my delightfully curvy little sub, appeared. She knelt and kissed my offered foot, asking if she could assist.

"You may," I smiled, pleased at the little bit of theatre. I stepped back, and allowed her to rise. She was dressed in a leather harness, that left nothing to the imagination. I watched as Rose drank her in hungrily.

As she knelt to bind Rose's ankle to the rack, I walked to the table and took a convenient riding crop. Walking back to the rack, I looked down at the knot she had made, "not good enough. Do it again, and do it right."

Keishin panted, "Yes, mistress." She stood up and then hinged at the hips to bring her hand to the knot, presenting her ass perfectly to me. My arm raised and lowered fluidly. Whack!

Keishin's chest heaved at the sudden pain, but continued. Whack!

By the third lash, she had finished, but remained in position. Whack!

"Better," I allowed, "Now the other."

She assumed the same position, and I am sure was disappointed that I did not continue her discipline. When done, she stood and faced me, head down. "Bring me Lucifer," I ordered, and she scampered off.

I walked to the table and took another sip of my martini, watching Rose from the corner of my eye. Your jaw was set, as though steeling yourself, but your expression was one of strength. That would change.

Your eyes widened when Keishin returned, carrying my favorite bull whip. A few people had followed her, taking seats in the darkened periphery. Good. I always performed better with an audience.

I stepped into the center of the room, setting the tip of my right foot on a subtle line on the floor. I uncoiled the whip and gave it a few shakes, and then a few swings. I arched it around and sent the tip towards Rose's face. As planned, and I had measured this out years ago, the tip stopped one foot from her. CRACK!!!

I loved this whip. The snap was loud, a small vicious explosion of sound that filled the room. Your face paled and you shuddered. Ahhh, good. I curled Lucifer back and swung him round again. CRACK!!!

Warming up, I began to move, slowly accelerating, snapping the whip a little closer, moving over the area in front of your body, your face. CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

I paused and held out my hand. My drink appeared. I took a sip and held it to be removed.

I focused my attention now, and began a rapid series of swings. CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

I leaned in on my last swing, aiming the tip for the taut area of your blouse, right between your lovely breasts. CRACK!!!

The top buttons flew from the garment, and the fabric tore, as the front of your blouse was sudden flayed open. You cried out in shock, and I smiled. I held out Lucifer and Keishin dashed up to take it. I looked at my table and picked up my favorite stiletto. I sauntered to the rack. Rose was flushed, her skin moist, breathing irregularly.

I stood two feet from you, making sure your eyes were focused, as I flicked the blade of the knife open.
 
Rose Tyler

This was very weird, almost dreamlike. In fact I thought for a moment I was dreaming and would awake at any time. Was I at home on the night before my first shift at the club? Or was I asleep in Edwards arms after he had fucked me? Or was this really happening? Was it real?

I'd been in similar positions so often except I was in charge, I was dominating and controlling my prey. Yesterday I had learned to submit to a man. Tonight I was about to be dominated by a woman. And I was trembling with anticipation and excitement.

I allowed myself to be strapped to the rack then I heard another voice belonging to someone named Keishin. Was she under age? What name was that? Was she a foreign sex slave? I needed to pay attention.

Then you started the domination of her and then me. I found myself aroused, excited, almost on the brink of an orgasmic adventure I never thought possible. My body was tense, my mind alert and my nipples were begging for fulfillment.

I waited in anticipation.
 
Sebastian

It was like something out of a biblical movie or sunday sermon. I was flushed with naughtiness and lust as Carol and I emerged from our hidden bower, when we nearly ran into... Sister Beatrice!

Carol gave you an innocent salutation, but your eyes were only on me, boring into my very soul. "Sister Beatrice, good morning! Small world! How are you?"

I was sure that she knew somehow that I had just committed an act of lust, and wondered if she was carrying her trusty ruler.

But to my relief, she just commented about the day. Carol asked how we knew each other, and the good sister explained. As we parted, she looked at Carol, "Keep an eye on him. He's a naughty boy."

I put on my most innocent look and the nun just shook her head as she walked on. Carol could barely contain herself until we were out of range, then wanted to know just how naughty I really was.
 
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Vivianne

I do so love these moments. I was just getting started, and already Rose's defenses had crumbled. Ohhh, I was going to have fun with you...

The cracking of my whip had attracted attention. A number of people had entered very discreetly and seated themselves in the shadows. They knew full well to be quiet. I hated interruptions.

My dear Keishin came closer and knelt down nearby, her head down, a perfect example of submission. She knew I enjoyed the sight of her cleavage, and I knew that she also wanted to be closer to watch. She loved watching. Even now I could see dew on her thighs.

I turned my attention back to Rose, and casually brought the flat of the stiletto blade to her cheek. I caressed your heated cheek with the cold blade, and noted a little scar. I would ask about it, later. I drew the blade down, carefully to avoid cutting you, but equally careful to make sure you felt the sharp edge against your throat. I reached back into your hair and pulled you head back, and smiled as I ran the knife over your exposed throat, pausing over your jugular.

I slid the blade down further, the tip drawing a line over your sternum, until it caught the small band linking the lacy cups of your bra. A small flick sliced through it, and I continued down, cutting into the fabric of the part of your blouse that was still intact. Such a lovely sharp blade...

I opened your blouse completely, your bra falling open too. Ohhh, such sweet hard nipples... I could not help but run the edge of the knife over them, oh so carefully. I heard a low moan from Keishin. She did love nipple play.

I traced the point down, over those toned abdominals. My, you really did keep yourself in shape...

The tip descended under the top of your skirt. Rotating the blade and a small pull cut through the waistband and the garment fluttered to the floor. Your naked body was now laid bare for all to see.

I walked back to the table for a sip of my drink and to survey my work so far. I set a finger to my lips, contemplating. I looked at the table, and frowned, "Keishin!"

"Yes Mistress," she answered, moving closer, eager to serve.

"Clothes pins," I decided, and she scurried off.

Still sipping, I moved closer to Rose again, admiring you like a work of art, letting your imagination run wild.
 
Carol

How on earth did you know that nun by her religious name? You never cease to surprise me. And then she told me you were a naughty boy. I didn't need her to tell me that.

I teased you by asking just how naughty you had been. Immediately you tried to change the subject so I bounced back."Sister Beatrice obviously doesn't know how naughty you still are does she?" You looked curiously as I added "Shall I show her?" I pointed to my leg which had more of your sperm leaking down. "You've been so naughty to me today, having your wicked way with me in public". I pulled you to me and gave you a savage kiss.

We saw a cinema in the distance "I seem to remember reading somewhere that couples have been known to make love on the back seats of cinemas. I wonder what that feels like?"

"O no you don't!" You objected.

"Maybe I should ask Sister Beatrice what she thinks about you now!" I was laying down the challenge.
 
Rose Tyler

Suddenly it became clear that this wasn't just a seduction, this was going to be a public humiliation. What would the commander back at the station say if this got out? What would happen if I had to arrest some of the audience? Should I stop it now? Should I announce I was a police officer and everyone was under arrest?

Yet my nipples were singing like larks crying out for fulfillment as was my sex, my body, my mind, my very self. You were a master with that blade knowing how to tease, torment, I tide. I felt my top split and my bra divide releasing my breasts. I heard you call out to Keishin and her obedience and the way she knelt in humble obedience like the typical sex slave.

Then I heard you call for clothes pins and knew the structure of the night was changing. Your voice was authoritative and the crowd knew what was coming. For the second time in two nights I was about to submit to someone else and my own lusts.
 
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