The Flat (open for one at present)

[chris2c4u]

Vernon arrived at the block of flats, parking his 4 x 4 in Xaviour's space as he usually did when he came to play. Heaving his bulk out he took the large bag from the back before waddling to the elevator. He adjusted his Italian suit and floral tie as he emerged and rang the doorbell of his friend's flat.

"You're expecting me?" His Welsh accent somehow didn't seem to fit the rest of him, especially given the relatively high pitch of his voice. His eyes took in the tasty morsel Xaviour had provided; the thigh-high patent boots, the skimpy leather panties and the tassles that covered her nipples. He approved of the fetish wear Xavour had chosen though the little thing did seem somewhat uncomfortable in the clothing. Not that that mattered to Vernon.

"I'm afraid we haven't long to get to know each other today but you have been told my importance to your potential fortune, the result of your bargain? Good. Then you will try to please me? Be a good girl?" His chubby fingers held her chin a little tighter than she would have liked and seemed to almost force her to nod in a theatrical manner no matter what her thoughts were.

Walking over to the room she had been forbidden to enter he asked, "has Xaviour let you in here yet? No. Pity. Nevermind, we'll cope won't we?" He rubbed his hands together and went to the kitchen to fetch a pitcher of iced water and two glasses. He took a drink of water, asked her if she wanted a drink and then laid the glasses aside, took off his jacket and told her to gather up all the cushions and pillows in the flat and put them on the dining table.

He adjusted them into a neat pile and told her to place herself on them, the small of her back at the highest point so she was bent with the top of her head upside down on the table. After surveying her for a few moments he opened his bag and drew out hemp ropes which he secured around her wrists and then pulled her arms straight out almost pinning her head between them as he pulled the ropes taut, securing them to the leg of the table.

He then secured ropes around each ankle of the boots and pulled her calves back, tying them to her thighs, pulling them tight, listening to her moans as her muscles and bones protested. He then secured her with more ropes to her upper thighs this time pulling them out and back, splaying her legs uncomfortably wide as he secured them to the underside of the table. He was humming gently to himself as he did so with practised expertise. Testing the ropes he was satisfied she could hardly move and that the position she was in would steadily become even more and more uncomfortable.

"Marvellous," he said, his piggy eyes shining as he surveyed her helpless struggles. He reached around her hips and untied the leather lace that held her panties and pulled them free, exposing her pussy to his view. Reaching up he removed the tassles on her nipples so she was naked apart from the thigh-high boots. Reaching into his bag again he removed a small chain holding together two nipple clamps. These he carefully, slowly, positioned on Sandy's nipples, seeing them bite into her skin and listening to her delicious moans. From the middle of the chain that held the clamps together was another chain holding what looked like another clamp. Coming close to her face he said, "this one goes on your clit my dear. Don't worry, it's not quite so fierce as those others. I bet they're biting a bit now aren't they? No you see this other one is a nice vibrator for your little clit. Let's put it on shall we?" After attaching it he stepped back to watch and listen to her.

Going to his bag again he removed a leather flogger, watching Sandy's expression carefully as he took aim at her breasts. The leather made contact with her and he said "now, this won't hurt much Sandy, please, no screams. I just want to make you nice and red." With steady strokes he let the leather fall on her skin, seeing how quickly she reddened with its caress on her inverted breasts, how the strands sometime got tangled with the chain on the nipple clamps and how her breasts were pulled as he drew back the flogger for its next strike.

He was ignoring the sounds she made, the words she uttered but was eventually satisfied with the reddening to her chest. He then walked over and, with considerable difficulty he knelt on the table and dropped his trousers and - not surprisingly - fetish leather underwear. Sandy saw him playing with his hard, thick cock, his heavy balls. She watched as he grunted and stroked himself, pulling himself nearer to her writhing body as he stroked harder and faster.

Wanting to turn away but horribly fascinated she knew what was coming. He grunted and pushed his hips at her, his belly in her face and she felt his hot cum splatter across her reddened chest. His obese frame heaved as he drained his cock onto her body, seeing the cum spread and run up her neck, into her hair.

Matter of factly he got off the table and pulled up his pants, adjusting his attire carefully, not looking at her again until he had completed his cleaning up and dressing.

"You do look lovely like that," he said, drawing a camera from his pocket and taking various shots of her. He poured water from the pitcher into his glass and drained it. Reaching in the glass he fished out a cube of ice and let it drip into her navel, down her naked mons before he ran it against her pussy lips, slowly pushing it until it was inside her and leaving it there.

"Now, I have to go. I think Xaviour will be back in about half an hour. He'll untie you then. I do hope he's not held up in traffic, don't you? Oh...and I don't think he'll be alone. I hope you're not shy."

She listened to his little, tuneless humming getting fainter and fainter as he walked away. The door closed with a heavy thud.

 

[sandmartin]

I had never felt so ridiculous as I did wearing two little tassels and thigh length leather boots. I looked pensively through the spy-hole in the door in response to his knock, frightened to death it might be the postman or a neighbour. Seeing the heavy bulk of Vernon standing outside, I guessed it was Xaviour’s guest and opened the door.

I rather like Welshmen and their sing-song tone of voice, but men of his size do little for me so whilst I was pleasantly surprised to hear him speak the effect was all ready negated by his size. Still, I had all ready decided to get through this latest test as quickly and smoothly as possible. Why I was beginning to see these episodes as a series of tests I didn’t know. My deep suspicion was that Xaviour might not be able to produce the kind of results he had suggested to me and was therefore attempting to push me beyond all limits in an attempt to get me to back out of the deal, which would in turn cancel our agreement.

The big man arranged all the cushions we had collected from the apartment on the kitchen table and had me lay myself across them. Of course my hips were rudely placed at the apex of the pile allowing him maximum access and visibility.

Vernon pulled some ropes out of his bag as I watched nervous, humming to himself while he tied first my arms and then my legs. Silently I lay still, determined that no matter what I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out, despite the painful angle he forced my thighs to hold.

When he had finished binding me to the table he took a leisurely stroll around me. I could tell that he was getting himself worked up just by the sight of me as he kept reaching down to the front of his trousers to adjust himself. Then he reached my hips and pulled the tie lace of my briefs undone before snatching the whole garment away to reveal my nakedness.

Small beads of sweat formed on his brow as he stared intently at my exposed sex. Chubby fingers pulled the tassels off my nibbles and I thought I heard a shudder of excitement escape his lips as I was uncovered to his gaze.

Tears formed in my eyes as the clamps bit into each nipple. I bit my lip, bracing myself, willing myself not to cry out. And then I felt his thick fingers prise the channel of my sex open and the clamp bite. All resolve fled me as I bucked with a reflex action and felt the ropes pull sharply back, straining the muscles along my inner thighs, and it was my turn to gasp.

Willing myself to stay calm, my fear mounted when I caught sight of his whip positioning above me. Each stroke caused me to jump and the clamps linked by chains to pull on my clit and nipples. The pain erupted in waves, spreading across my breasts in a series of ripples.

Just when I thought I could take no more, that I would have to shout out and tell him to stop. He ceased beating me. I waited as he struggled to heave his bulk up on to the table and straddle me. Closing my eyes, I could hear him shoving his trousers down as far as they would go.

Peeking out behind my shuttered eyelids I watched him pull the front of his leather thong down to expose himself and watched as he played with his fat cock. I wanted to turn away, knowing what would happen as he masturbated over me, yet held back by the fascinating sight of his swinging testicles and the purple head of his penis that flashed into view.

When he came, a big gob of goo splattered across my breasts and up toward my neck. The second jet hit my chin, running down to my neck and into my hair. I was horrified as it proceeded to dribble from him in a never ending flood, covering my chest and neck in floods of the stuff.

I lay there, feeling his seed cooling against my skin as he clambered off the table and dressed himself. Much to my horror and dismay he gathered his things together and made to depart.
“Untie me NOW!” I shouted after him, my rage building at the thought of Xaviour returning with yet another guest and finding me trapped like this.

Ignoring my cries of indignation and outright hostility he left, closing the door firmly behind. At first I was outraged that he could do this to me, this quietly turned from anger to emotional tears as I lay trapped on the table in mortal dread of Xaviour’s return.

 

[chris2c4u]

Xaviour opened the door of his flat and ushered his guests inside. On the hall table was a small folded piece of lilac notepaper.

She's a jewel, boyyo. I have gift wrapped her for you. V.

Xaviour looked up when he heard Yvonne's deep laughter and walked further into the flat. Yvonne was walking around the table, laughing to herself; catching Xaviour's eye she giggled. "I guess Vernon's been here then. My, what fun." Her Boston twang echoed in her laugh too.

Yvonne continued to pace around the table like a lioness surveying her next meal. stopping her pacing for a moment she looked over to Xaviour. "She's pretty all right, much better than the photograph you sent to the magazine." Slowly she stroked Sandy's dark hair.

Xaviour cleared his throat. "Where's Umberto?"

"I sent him to change. Well, strip actually." she said without taking her green eyes off the frightened girl trussed on the table. She moved around to get a good view of Sandy's pussy. "What's this?" She eyed the little pool of liquid on the table. "Had an accident? Or was it Vernon's party trick with the ice?" She laid her palms flat on sandy's exposed upper thighs. Shall I see if your pussy's still cold? With my fingers? My tongue? Mmm?" She laughed again.

"You poor girl, you look so white...don't worry, Xaviour is your Master, I can't do anything without his approval now can I? Though he does give me most things I desire. White, yes you're looking white...in the face that is. I see Vernon reddened you up nicely elsewhere, though I think you'll be rather sticky there too."

She took Xaviour's arm in hers, leaning her lithe body dressed in casual slacks and a crisp cotton shirt against him. Pushing back a strand of her blonde curls she asked, "darling, would you mind awfully if we let Umberto untie her? I should think she'll be in desperate need of a massage from the winces of pain shes been showing and he is surprisingly talented in that area for such a young man." Addressing herself to Sandy she said, as she again stroked the tied woman's inner thigh, just above the boot to the taut muscles and tendons as her fingers were getting closer and closer to the lips of her sex, "is that right Sandy? Is it hurting now?" Reaching forward she pulled the chain attached to her nipples, pulling them away from Sandy's breasts and holding them there for long moments, extending her bruised nipples painfully. "And we do need to remove this too, don't we?"

"Where is that boy?" Xaviour looked around anxiously, as if he didn't want Yvonne to give Sandy any further pain. Sensing his mood Yvonne gave a last tug on the chain and reluctantly dropped it onto Sandy's chest before sauntering away to await the arrival of her pet.

She didn't have long to wait. Nervously the young man emerged from the bedroom, completely naked. His thick black hair hung around his chisseled though youthful face, his olive skin betraying his Italian ancestry. As if echoing this his body had the musculature of a Micaelangelo statue; had he not been cowed by the training he had undergone with Yvonne he would have stood tall, a young man displaying the charms of his 19 years proudly to such beautiful women. As it was his eyes remained downcast, though he had taken in Sandy's plight as he came through the door in his outdoorwear of jeans and blue Italia T-shirt.

"Come here Bertie," giggled Yvonne. Resting her arm on his shoulder and leaning against him, the manicured pink nails raking his skin a little, she said, "do you see that woman?" The question was silly of course but he replied, "yes mistress."

"Do you think she is beautiful?"

"No one is beautiful to me mistress since I have served you."

Yvonne kissed his cheek, moving around to the front of him, kissing his lips her hands on his taut backside. With her face close to his she asked, "you are a very good pet. But, let's say, for the sake of argument, you met her in a club, you were not my pet - or I let you off the leash with permission to hunt - would you ask her to dance?"

He swallowed, his indigo eyes turning black as they flicked between his mistress's face and the naked woman. He gazed into his mistress's eyes. He had been taught - painfully - to be honest. "Yes mistress."

She patted his backside contentedly. "Good boy. Now. Untie her, remove all the devices attached to her, then massage her before us. Make sure she is very relaxed. You have permission to use any...technique...you wish upon her to...relax...her. Then the two of you may be given a very special reward. Wouldn't that be nice?"

 

[sandmartin]

The door open and I heard them enter, groaning inwardly to myself at the spectacle I knew I would present to them when they entered the kitchen. At that moment I felt the anger slowly stir within me. My rage had reached boiling point several times as I lay helpless on the table and I was in no mood to be trifled with.

I heard her laughing at me long before I could see her and her chuckles only caused to further my indignation. At the mention of my picture appearing in a magazine my anger rose several degrees, were I free I might have launched myself at him in a frenzied and violent assault. There had been no mention of my pictures appearing anywhere, and most definitely no agreement of such.

What parts of me didn’t hurt or ache were numb, add all that to my hostility left me feeling as volatile as a volcano ready to erupt. The mention of a third person, a male, stripping, only added to the cocktail of emotions I was experiencing. But I was forced to hold these feelings in check and not vent my anger. I was bound and helpless, to show my anger would only delay my freedom.

She mentioned a massage, that freedom was on its way and relief swept over me, tipping the emotional scales back so I had to bite back the tears. Then she pulled at the chains and I instantly felt the three stabs of pain from the clamps. Once again the scales tipped toward hostility and I hated this woman with a vengeance.

Umberto entered the room, though I couldn’t see him, I could hear him and the conversation they had. My hostility grew. In two days I had had sexual liaisons with more men that I had in the previous two years. If they planned to free me and then watch the two of us rutting for their own gratification, they were in for one hell of a shock. I would play along with their game, right up until I got the opportunity of taking her little pets balls in my hand, then by God I was going to make the bastard squeal.

I watched the bronze stallion as he moved into view and was not overtly impressed. Black hair, pointed nose and oily bronze skin. At least he didn’t have an erection, I thought to myself. When he removed the first clamp attached to my nipple the pain was unbelievable, causing me to screech out in shock. Bracing myself, he removed the second clamp which still caused me to gasp in pain.

I whimpered, terrified of the stinging explosion that was about to be unleashed by the removal of the third clamp between my thighs. Once again I yelped in agony as the clamp was freed. I sank back into the pillows, lost in my own world of agony, grateful that my legs were about to be released as he stooped down. Immediately I felt my bonds relax, but that was all, for I seemed totally incapable of moving my limps.

My body trembled as he uncurled each of my legs and removed the cushions from beneath me so I could lay flat on the table. The blood rushing through my legs made them tingle painfully as I lay almost sobbing my anguish and relief. Gently he freed my arms and the one across my stomach while he massaged my other sore and aching arm to restore the circulation.

With great tenderness his hands worked magic down my arms and legs. He made no attempt beyond allowing his gaze to wander to touch me in anyway that was sexual. He eased me over and I assisted by turning myself over on the table so he could massage my back, my bottom and my still aching legs.

When he stepped away from the table I was sorry he had finished and as I looked I noticed that he was slightly aroused, his cock still hung loosely between his thighs, but had definitely gained in length and girth. I said nothing as I waited for whatever ordeal lay in store for me now, feeling the rumblings of discontent buried deep inside me. The resentment I felt was not so easily quenched.

 

[chris2c4u]

I watched Umberto as he stroked Sandy's flesh with firm fingers, running over her body, restoring her circulation. I watched her slight movements as he caressed her, gritting my teeth as I saw her relax, saw her eagerly turn herself over for more of his ministrations to her long legs and firm buttocks. Yes, I also saw the look she cast in the direction of his slightly growing penis.

Yvonne, as usual, was somewhat over the top, stepping forward, clapping eagerly at the end of the massage. "I knew you'd do well pet, you do deserve a reward, doesn't he Xaviour? Please say yes, please?"

Controlling the twitch in my jaw I nodded briefly.

"Now," conspiratorially she pulled Umberto towards Sandy, looping her arms around both their shoulders. "You two have won an evening out! With each other! Isn't that exciting? Now, first, you can go and eat - wherever you like. Fancy or plain, fish and chips or the very best restaurant. Take my Bentley, go where you like. Then we've arranged a special evening at Club Excelsior...I understand it is rather popular with young people. Clubbing. Dancing. That sort of thing. Now I know Umberto's background and he will like it won't you?" Umberto nodded eagerly, his eyes shining, "thank you mistress," he said, kissing her hand around his shoulder. His Dudley accent seemed a bit out of place in one so Latin in appearance.

"Children, you mustn't think of us as master and mistress now. You're going out on a date. Won't that be exciting? Of course, there's one condition."

Yvonne produced the microphone transmitters that would relay their words back to us, listening to their every activity. "I'm sure it won't be too onerous. Now, you have to dress up you know. There are some special clothes for you, I do hope you like them. I'll prepare Bertie and why don't you, X, dress your little Sandy?"

I took Sandy's hand and told her first to shower and wash away thoughts of Vernon and the last of the ache in her body. Naturally I watched as she showered, the sight of the rivulets of water running from her curves exciting me. As she dried herself she kept glancing my way a little, ending by drying her hair. As she brushed it she tossed her head a little and each time became craver in her longer and longer glances my way. Finally, her styling finished, she let it its dark waves loosely brush her shoulders.

I took her to the bedroom where Yvonne had laid out an off the shoulder, summery dress, the silk soft, flowing and a mix of pastels shades. Of course there was no underwear. Opening the zip I looked at Sandy and let her step into the dress as I knelt and pulled it up, smoothing it over her hips, her breasts, her firm body, easing the fastening closed up under her arm. She caught my eye as I stood up slowly and looked at her; a punishable offence, of course I thought as I returned her gaze and studied her fine-boned face and her slightly parted lips. I punished her with a light kiss that deepened a little, my tongue tracing the softening feel of her lips. I caressed her warm soft curves against me as I ran my hands down her back to fondle her bottom through the silk.

"Have a good evening," I said, as Sandy stepped into a matching pair of multi-coloured patent shoes. Then we heard Yvonne calling, asking if we were ready.

 

[sandmartin]

Xaviour’s seemed less than happy – was he jealous? Did he resent Umberto massaging me? I was less than certain of this, after all he had wanted me to provide sexual favours for the Plasterer and his mate only yesterday, and then today he had arranged for his friend to visit me in his apartment – it didn’t add up. How could he be jealous, and yet he had made almost no advances toward me himself – perhaps he was impotent.

I caught the look of resentment in his eye when he reluctantly agreed to send me on a date with Umberto, the Italian Stallion with a Dudley accent. I could think of better things to do, but there were many worse things – like stopping in this apartment for more sexual abuse.

Yvonne produced the microphones and I just thought it was too pathetic for words. Heaven knows what she was expecting to hear – me, swooning to her Bertie? Xaviour led me to the bathroom and sat on the loo watching me as I showered. I was getting use to being naked in his presence now and it didn’t bother me half as much as it had done yesterday.

There was something on his mind, he wanted to say something, I could sense it. I waited for him to speak and could feel the emotional struggle within him, wrestling for control. Deliberately taking my time to brush my hair, I waited for him to say what was on his mind. When the words remained unspoken, I put the brush down and followed him through to the bedroom.

Surprised, I watched him sink to his knees to dress me and as he pulled the dress up over me, our eyes met. For the briefest of moments I thought he would speak and tell me what was on his mind, but the moment passed and the words remained unspoken. And then he kissed me, catching me by surprise. Again I thought he would speak, when he did it was to tell me to have a good evening.

Annoyed, I marched from the room. I still hadn’t got over how he had allowed his friend to treat me as he had, yet for a moment I thought, hoped even, that he was going to stop this farce. I was in no doubt that Yvonne hoped her young stallion would seduce me this evening and that I would succumb to his charms. What she didn’t seem to realise was that I wasn’t some slutty toy there for the amusement of her little pet.

I span quickly on my heel to face Xaviour. I wanted to slap him hard across the face, to show him how angry I was with him, with the way he was treating me. I glared at him and had he been close enough, I might well have slapped him. Instead I turned back and flounced away, there are more ways than one to skin a rabbit.

If seeing Umberto with me made him jealous, well I knew exactly how to get back at him. On the other hand, that would play right into Yvonne’s hands and I didn’t like her at all. She represented all the combined qualities of the people I had met so far in my trial. I would just have to see how the evening went, what opportunities it presented and how best to play my cards.

 

[chris2c4u]

OOC: The middle section here was jointly written by Sandmartin and myself. Now, where were we?

Xavier.
Looking at Sandy as she left the bedroom I could see the tension in her shoulders. I was surprised by the way she turned to me, the look on her face a reddening of her cheeks, not from humiliation this time but almost through holding back things. Why didn't she just tell me? Was she so scared of her possible punishments? She made a little gesture, almost a nervous twitch before Umberto came up to her, touching her elbow, making her glance his way.

I swallowed and looked quickly towards Yvonne, who was supressing a giggle.

Umberto.
She was really pretty and I couldn't believe my mistress was going to let me go out with her. The dress she came out in was so sexy, man, those colours and the way it hugged her curves, awesome. My cock started to twitch already in the dark trousers my Lady had placed over my nakedness, kissing the piercing in my penis. I remembered how she had watched fascinated while it was being done.

I felt a bit awkward for a few minutes as master and mistress made our final preparations to go but once on the way downstairs to the Bentley I laughed and said, "you know, we've seen each other naked but I don't know your name."

"Sandy." she replied evenly.

"Sandy, that's nice. How long have you been with Xavier?"

"Two Days." Still her tone was non-committal, not wanting to give too much away.

Opening the door to the car park I must have let my jaw fall. "Two days? Wow. How's it been? Would you like to drive by the way? Yv..my Mistress won't mind."

"No thanks." It occurred to Sandy that by driving she would be taking responsibility for the car, and she had no intention of being in someone elses debt.

As we drove we shared experiences.

"I've been training now for nearly the full three months. Definitely worth it. I expect you're on the same deal as me? Well, I think I've nearly got £980,000 so far. Xavier is good at what he does I guess. Oh yes, I've seen it all right, been to the bank to open the account and everything."

It crossed Sandy's mind that this might be some elaborate set-up, designed to prove that money really was being made and that she should stay with it - how could they know she was having doubts? "How did you find yourself in this situation?" she asked.

"How'd they get me? I bumped my Mistress's Jag; her runabout car. We got talking, you know, she told me of a good way to make some money. Yeah, I guess a bit painful; she likes that my Mistress. I've learnt to serve her now though so she doesn't beat me so hard. From what I can tell Xavier is a bit different, more into humiliation than pain, though there was that time...well anyway, you seem to be doing OK."

We discussed where to eat and whether to go to the club. Enthusiastically I told her about it; I was hoping she'd agree to go there as I wondered if I might bump into some of my mates who hadn't seen me for weeks, have a beer, impress them with this beautiful bit of stuff on my arm. There were dark corners too, and after a few drinks she might relax even more, I hoped.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't just want to have her that way. She seemed a nice enough girl, though a bit tense. Not surprising really, all she'd been through in the last couple of days. It'd be good just to chat to someone, almost normally, for a bit.

Xavier.
Yvonne sat listening to the two servant's words for a while before becoming bored with their chatter and coming over to me. I knew what was coming.

"So," she purred, "have we got the hots for our little Sandy? Mmmm? You seemed very - solicitous - for her well being earlier and not a tad jealous of Umberto, massaging that lovely young flesh?" She walked around me in the predatory way she always had. Sipping coffee I looked at her as she orbited me, my eyes locking on hers as she promenaded.

"No, thank you very much I don't have the hots for her...how about you and the Latin lover?"

She laughed and stopped in front of me holding me gently on my hips. "He's delectable. A bit rough around the edges, but such...stamina. Oh and he does squeal so beautifully as you'll find out later. Such a pity he won't have fond memories about me after next week."

I nodded. "Yes, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Since Sandy's only just begun her training, do you think that she should go to the ceremony?"

"Ahhh, that's it, is it?" She traced the line of my jaw with a manicured nail and gave a smile like a flame. "Xavier's going soft. You must be getting jaded. Concern for her, for God's sake!"

"I'm a perfectionist. I work up to these things and don't want her breaking before the right time."

She nodded, the cynicism in her "hmm hmmmm," plain for me to hear. Bringing her lips close to my ear she whispered, "you know the rules. We've never adjusted them for when people start training. Anyway we need her in the ceremony. Vernon and I have planned some - special thoughts, he's ringing you tomorrow to see what you think."

She leaned back and fixed me with her eyes, made dramtic by the shimmering green cat's eye contact lenses that made her pupils feline. "Don't go soft Xavier. Make the next week hard for her, use the ceremony in your favour." She smiled and took my hand. "Let's go and fuck and you can talk dirty to me, remind yourself of those lovely humiliations and what you've got planned for your girl."

 

[sandmartin]

Umberto was trying his best to be charming I had to give him that, but he just wasn’t my type. He might well be use to women falling at his feet on account of his good looks. I for one was most definitely not bowled over. Somewhere in the back of my mind rang this little bell that said, WARNING – Sexual Predator Alert! Neither was I game for being shown off like some prize trophy on his arm. Besides anything else, I had seen this guy naked and I did not care much for the piercing he wore on his genitals, to me that was simply gross.

My mind drifted to Xavier, I sensed there was a struggle going on within him and that somehow that struggle centred on me. The more I thought about it the more confused I became. Things just didn’t stack-up right in anyway that I could make sense of. If he fancied me, then how could he farm me out to everyone and anyone who fancied a little sexual gratification? And why was I here, with this stranger, wired-up with stupid microphones so he could listen in on our conversations? Obviously the fact that I was again dressed without the benefit of underwear implied that once again sex with a stranger was on the agenda – at least I had some control in this situation and if Umberto put so much as a foot out of place I would be sending him home to his lady friend with seriously dented pride and wearing the sorest set of testicles imaginable.

“I hate you.” I muttered quietly into the microphone before realising that the two eavesdroppers would probably think I was talking about Umberto, and quickly added, “for what you are doing to me.”

I had agreed to become Xavier’s plaything, his toy. Even agreeing to dress up in those ridiculous outfits, but for him. In the back of my mind I had known that sex was a motivating factor behind the whole arrangement, and that hadn’t seemed such a bad prospect at the time, but that was a sexual partner with him. I hadn’t viewed it as such a bad thing, he wasn’t such a bad catch – good looking, obviously successful and most definitely available. So Xavier had a kink for sexy attire, I could have lived with that, and happily accommodated it, but the rest had just turned out bad, and gotten worse ever since.

My thoughts turned to our deal and I decided it might be best if I simply cut and run. I’d pay the stupid bill for the repairs to the ceiling, and I’d better get a decent discount after what I had done. So I would still have to fork out for his precious rug and that might set me back a bit, but at least I would be done with all this abuse and nonsense – I’d tell him when we got back, the deal was off. He had never mentioned my being used like some kind of prostitute for anyone who fancied a quick shag or had a desire to tie a girl up so he could empty his ball-bag in her face.

Umberto mentioned something about a ceremony next week, but I wasn’t paying attention so it slipped by me for the moment.

 

[chris2c4u]

Umberto.
We got to the club and I thought it was great. Quiet, as it was midweek but still a few of my mates around. Sandy seemed to enjoy their company, as much as you can with the music there; it's a great sound system, you can't hear anyone speak hardly. Of course that helped cover up how we'd met and everything, even though we went off to have a dance to try and get our story straight.

As it was a pretty slow one I used some good moves on her and even managed to get a smile out of her as we hung off each other on the floor. When I tried a kiss though I could tell I wasn't going to get far this evening...not unless my Mistress did something about it. Not that I'd mind; if I wasnt going to see her again after we'd finished with these weirdos, after we were rich, then why not shag her for their amusement - and mine?

We came back to where my friends were by the bar; Mike smiled at me, he could see I wasn't going to get any. When I caught their eyes I mouthed the word "frigid." Of course they all knew the problem, it was surprisingly common with the girls we went out with. Still, they didn't know what they were missing; plenty more fish in the sea.

I drove us back to the flat, considered trying a quick fumble in the front seat when we arrived but she'd already got out before I could.

Xavier.
Yvonne was using the sound of Sandy and Umberto's voices as a backdrop to our lovemaking. I watched her as she was impaled on me, slowly, seductively turning her hips against mine, head back listening to the chatter from far away. She was letting her hands climb over her ribs, her fingers reaching for her nipples to pull at them when she heard Sandy's voice, louder, deliberately into the microphone, aimed at us.
"I hate you."
"For doing this to me."

Her hips bucked and her head came forward her eyes locking on mine as her smile widened, her hips moved faster. I held her waist as I watched her writhing.
"Oh yesss darling, yes," I didn't know if she was speaking to me or to Sandy. Then she started to laugh as I felt her vagina grip me with the beginnings of a hard, long orgasm that I was able to push into, to shoot my seed into her pleasure and feel it washed away as if in a hurricane of her thoughts.
She curled down onto my chest, licking my nipples and running her fingers round my navel. She knew I had heard. She knew.

****

"Welcome back darlings, welcome back. Champagne? Of course you do. Did you have a great time?" Yvonne chirped and went over to welcome Sandy and Umberto back. "Time to take your clothes off. Do it here please, put the clothes anywhere. Come along." She poured them two flutes of champagne.

As we watched Yvonne sat in her diaphonous satin slip on the corner of my chair, playing with my hair. I wore boxers and was sipping brandy, looking at Sandy for signs of what she was feeling.

"Now my dears, Sandy it's time for you to explore some more of your new self for us." I saw Umberto give a little smile as he kicked off his pants, only to hear Yvonne say, "I bet you've always wanted to try out being a Domme, haven't you? Tonight, you're going to punish Umberto in any way you like. He's had his pleasure I'm sure. Now it's time for a little pain. I'll be delighted to - advise, should you need assistance."

She unveiled the toys; dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, cock rings. The ropes, the clamps. I couldn't help smiling as I saw Umberto go pale and his dick shrivel up and waited to see what would happen.

 

[sandmartin]

Umberto had tried to play the perfect gent while we were out, and when that didn’t work he resulted to the more direct approach. I simply turned away. When he told his friends that I was frigid I was so tempted to walk up to one of them and throw my arms around his neck and plant a whooping smacker right on his lips in front of everyone. I think it was only the fact that I wasn’t supposed to have heard him that didn’t actually go a head with it; that and the fact that I was wearing no underwear. It would only take a wandering hand to make that discovery and the whole place would know of it.

I was relieved when we returned to the car and headed home. Even so I couldn’t help to notice the obvious glances he threw at my exposed thigh whilst we drove, a clear signal of his intentions. As soon as we arrived I was out of the car in a shot, giving him no opportunity to make a move.

When we entered the apartment I have no idea why I was filled with jealousy at the sight of Yvonne dressed in a semi-transparent slip that displayed her breasts and nipples as easily as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Xavier sat in his shorts sipping brandy and the message was obvious. While Umberto was making moves on me, and they listened in, they were making moves together of an entirely different nature.

Slipping my dress off, I stood naked to the side as Umberto undressed himself, his eyes drinking in the sight of my nudity with lustful hunger; his semi-erect cock announcing his desire for everyone to see and only adding to my embarrassment.
"I bet you've always wanted to try out being a Domme, haven't you? Tonight, you're going to punish Umberto in any way you like. He's had his pleasure I'm sure. Now it's time for a little pain. I'll be delighted to - advise, should you need assistance."

I was horrified at the idea as she unveiled her collection of toys, most of which looked totally alien to me. I glanced across at Xavier, hoping he would see the pleading in my eyes. I didn’t want to do anything with Umberto or anything to him…
“I…I wouldn’t know where to start, or what to do.” I stammered.

 

[chris2c4u]

I was aware of three pairs of eyes looking my way; even Umberto had forgotten himself and was looking me full in the face with this drama from Sandy as he looked to discover his fate. Yvonne's cat's gaze was steady and knowing. Sandy's eyes were full of confusion, pleading. She hadn't directly refused but this was too much.

I looked back at Yvonne and nodded. She quickly walked over to Sandy and before the girl could react Yvonne slapped her face hard, turning her head and almost knocking her over. Sandy's hand flew to the pain in her cheek and she stepped back, eyes wide now looking as Yvonne moved quickly again to slap the other cheek. Hearing Sandy cry out I rapidly stepped forward, loudly saying, "thank you my dear, I will take over now." Yvonne had a temper and I could see it was getting the better of
her. She turned on her heel and walked past me silently.

Sandy looked at me, fearfully, flinching as she saw my hand reach out. I got a handful of her hair and pulled her face close to mine where I felt her breath ragged and quick against my face. Emphasising each word I said, slowly, "you have no choice." Then I smiled. "Or perhaps you think you do?" I pulled her head up harshly, pointing her face towards the other two. "Perhaps you could choose to let Umberto punish you." I came close to her ear, standing behind her now. "He didn't get so much as a feel tonight. I'm sure he's very frustrated. Should we let him take it out on you?" I waited, winding fingers in her hair more tightly, listening to her little whimpers.

"Or perhaps you think you can tell me to stop, end the contract? You're right, you can - but there will be consequences." I dragged her over to the coffee table where a piece of paper looking like the magazine Yvonne mentioned was. On it was Sandy, displayed, trussed up, Vernon's cum all over her. Below it said, Hi, I'm Sandy. I love being tied and abused, look at my latest pics, I think they're great. Why don't you give me a call and come round and have some fun like this? Her telephone number and address were below it.

"That's what it's going to look like. Next edition. I think it should
bring the crowds flocking to your door, don't you?" I let her think for a moment before showing her another set of Vernon's pictures and envelopes beside them. On the envelopes were the names of all her friends taken from her address book. "This should make nice viewing for all of your friends over tea and toast don't you think? Oh, and this lot's for your grandmother," I hissed. "So go ahead. Cancel the contract."

Yvonne walked slowly over; I felt Sandy tense and lean back on me, her hands on my thighs, her fingers opening and closing, a damp sweat on her palms. When she was close, Yvonne's face broke into a smile.

Reaching up quickly towards Sandy's face I felt the girl flinch as she gave an involuntary little cry, turning her face against me, closing her eyes in fear but Yvonne simply stroked her still aching cheek.

Ny stomach churned; there had been no chance for me to whisper quietly to Sandy about how we would be alone soon, how few of us had choice here, that my hand was forced. The silly girl! If only she hadn't said...

Yvonne purred. "Come come my dear. You needn't hate us. I'll help you with Umberto, it will be so much fun. Here's a little present should you want to use it." She waved the strap on dildo and giggled. "Now. What's it to be?"

 

[sandmartin]

I looked at the device she held for me in her hand, my mind racing in overdrive. When it really boiled down to it I was seriously out numbered. Yvonne had surprised me, hurt me, and under any other circumstances I would have lashed back at her, but three to one are no odds at all. I had hoped that Xavier might have leapt more readily to my defence, but it was not to be – I was alone and very naked. Yvonne’s eyes dropped to my breasts, her gaze almost physically tangible, adding to my vulnerability.

Glancing quickly across at Umberto was enough to sway me. Seeing the look in his eye that told me in no uncertain terms that he would like nothing more than to fuck me, to humiliate me in front of the other two and make a show of it while he was doing so. He saw an opportunity in me, a chance to relieve all his pent up frustration and take revenge against a woman for his treatment at the hands of another woman. I was not about to become his release valve. I also understood in that moment that he had seen me as little more than fodder, and that he had fully expected to have had his way with me in anyway he chose.

This day had been full of anger and resentment, more so now that they had tipped their hand and shown me that they fully intended to blackmail me into complying. I looked back at Yvonne, she was still ogling my breasts and I shuddered at the thought of what she might do to me given half a chance. Self presentation was the name of this game.

I took the dildo from Yvonne and ignoring her I turned to Xavier for help in fitting the device. While Xavier helped me to fit the strap-on, I was aware of his fingers lingering just slightly longer than was really necessary on my buttocks, of the way he meticulously ensured it was correctly positioned against my pubis. As Xavier fitted the device, Yvonne told Umberto to bend across the table and spread his feet.

My eyes fixed on his smooth hard cheeks and noted the tightness of his sack compressed against him as if his balls were attempting to retract inside him. Yvonne produced a cane and hit him across his bare behind with a vicious blow causing him to cry out as he jerked forward into the table.
“That’s for failing me.” She shouted at him.
Did she mean fail her by not seducing me?

Yvonne walked across to me as Xavier stood up and handed me the cane.
“Give him six of the best to warm him up.” She smiled cruelly at me. “And don’t spare him other wise you’ll have to start all over again after I’ve laid the cane across your own backside so you know how hard it should be.”

Nervously I stepped up behind Umberto, feeling totally ridiculous with this lump of hard plastic waving around in the air before me. But that plastic was also having a strange and unexpected affect on me. Every time I moved I felt it stimulating my clitoris. When I hit him the first time, the plastic swung hard against my clit in a deliciously enticing manner – so that’s what Xavier had been so careful about in positioning the strap-on.

Umberto jumped as the cane bit him and shouted in pain, but Yvonne cautioned me that I was being far too gentle with him. Looking at the red welt forming on his bum I was not inclined to agree with her, but not wishing to trade places with Umberto I let rip with a terrible blow.
“TWO!” Umberto cried out. “Thank you mistress.”

My third blow almost appeared to launch him across the table and I feared I was being too harsh, but that damned strap-on was intoxicating me. I wanted to press it inside him, to really feel what it would be like having the device stimulating me properly.

When I stepped back from Umberto bathed in a sheen of sweat, his backside was a terrible sight of criss-crossing red welts. Yvonne swapped the cane for a tube of lub and told me to help myself, nodding her head at Umberto’s naked and raw behind.

Gingerly I approached his rear, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled his cheeks apart and gazed down at his entrance. There was no way I was going to spread lubricant down there with my fingers. I covered the plastic penis with jelly and used it to spread thick gobs of the stuff around his entrance. Very slowly, I began to feed the plastic inside him, terrified that I was about to cause him serious injury as the hard phallus entered him.

I was surprised to see the whole thing disappear inside him and could feel the heat from his burning buttocks against my thighs when I came close. Simulating the way a man pushes inside and then withdraws before pressing in again, I worked the whole thing inside him until my thighs pressed against his hot behind. And then I started to fuck him with the plastic, feeling the device pressing back and stimulating my clit while Yvonne and Xavier looked on.

 

[chris2c4u]

I watched the effect the strap on was having on Sandy, knowing how her every move was causing it to stimulate her, arouse her. This made her eager to swing the cane as it allowed her to twist her body, arousing her even more. Yvonne smiled and perched on the arm of the sofa fondling herself between her legs as she watched Umberto flinch and cry out.

When she stopped, I saw her chest heave as she drew breath, saw the flush on her face as Yvonne offer the lube. Sandy slowly stroked it onto the dildo and approached Umberto; I saw his raw buttocks flinch at the touch of Sandy's hands, his turning of his head back and forth as he awaited his fate.

Yvonne drew near to the couple to watch closely as Sandy slid the phallus into him. I watched as Sandy pressed as close as she could to Unberto's rear before sliding the plastic cock back, almost out then slipping it back deep inside Umberto's body. Yvonne was transfixed, watching as she played with her own pussy beside them as Sandy built up a rhythm that was gradually gaining pace.

Umberto felt the hardness inside him as it probed and stimulated his prostate. As it did his excitement grew and he began to push his hips up to meet Sandy's thrusts, which were becoming faster and faster as she allowed the strap on to excite her pussy. I watched as a trickle of her juices ran down her inner thigh as she gripped Unberto's hips pulling on him frantically as she fucked him.

Umberto uttered a loud wordless call, a gurgling deep in his throat as his hips bucked back helplessly to reveal his hard penis agaianst the table. With desperate eyes he looked to Yvonne, knowing that he should ask before he climaxed but it was far to late. He gripped the edges of the table and shuddered as Sandy pumped the dildo into him, making him fire his hot white seed in long streaks against the dark surface of the table.

Yvonne's hand was moving quickly now between her legs as she watched Sandy ram the phallus into Umberto, watched as Sandy herself squealed, throwing her head back,the dildo buried deep in his writhing body.

Sandy's hips were now pushing quick but shallow thrusts that hardly moved the dildo but pushed her clit against the strap on, as her orgasm washed over her before she fell against Umberto's panting body. Yvonne came last, shuddering at the sight of the two collapsed bodies on the table, almost doubling over at the waist in ecstacy.

For long moments there was a silence punctuated only with pants from the three of them until Yvonne ordered them up. When Umberto and Sandy disentangled themselves Yvonne told him to lick up the semen he had spilled, "without permission...tut tut. you messy boy." Resignedly he bent to his task, lapping up his seed. Yvonne turned to me. "He has been very bad, I think if you don't mind us calling it an evening, I will have to take him home and make sure he learns his lesson. I have some - special equipment - I need." I didn't need to look over to sense Umberto's apprehension at these words.

"Of course," I said, "and I need to deal with my own recalcitrant
little girl."

****
After I closed the front door I walked back to where Sandy knelt beside the sofa, looking apprehensive about what would happen next. I smiled and said, "you look a lot better without a cock - though it seemed to do it's job for you." Taking her hand I pulled her up to me, dressed still just in silk boxers. I pushed the strands of hair away from her face and kissed her soft lips, gradually deepening my kiss, my tongue teasing her lips. Slowly I ran my hands over her soft skin, pleased that she hadn't been caned as I felt the curve of her bottom smooth under my hands. I let my kiss wander down her neck, her throat.

"Shall we go to bed? I would like to make love with you if you'll let me."

 

[sandmartin]

Standing up and withdrawing the hard plastic from Umberto, I felt my cheeks colour up as the now familiar feelings of foolishness washed over me. I watched with mixed emotions of disgust and absorption as Umberto licked his semen off the table. It could have been much worse, and would have been had I been directed to do it.

Watching Umberto dress himself and seeing his limp cock and balls, I had this desire to grasp his testicles and tell him that the next time he took a girl out he shouldn’t assume that she was his. Naturally I refrained from such action and watched the two of them depart with some relief.

Xavier saw his guests out before returning to the living room where I waited. When he pulled me to my feet I expected anything but a gentle kiss. His strong arms enveloped me, his fingers gliding down my back and releasing the device strapped between my legs.

All the resentment and anger I had felt earlier toward him evaporated in that tender kiss. His fingers played over my buttocks and I felt my nipples harden as his lips moved down my neck and throat.
”Shall we go to bed – I would like to make love to you if you’ll let me?”

He stepped away from me, taking my hand in his and I felt the hot flush of embarrassment spread across my chest to wash up over my neck and throat. Wordlessly I allowed him to lead me into the bedroom, offering no resistance as he gently pushed me down to lie on top of the bed.

It might seem strange, but a girl actually likes to see what she is getting and I watched as he removed his boxer shorts to display his hard cock. He knelt at the foot of the bed, leaning forward over me as he moved his lips down to my thighs just above the knees. A small gasp escaped my lips as he slowly kissed his way up my inner thighs.

Without any prompting or conscious thought, I moved my legs apart, granting him access as his lips journeyed to my wet sex. My fingers reached for my nipples, gently teasing as I closed my eyes and felt his tongue find my clit.

 

[chris2c4u]

I felt Sandy's mouth open under mine and enjoyed our sensuous kiss and the feel of her warm body next to me, the feel of her nipples hardening against my chest.

As we reached the bedroom I looked at her as she lay on the bed and enjoyed stripping off my boxers to show how much she had excited me with her kiss and her clear desires to make love. I enjoyed how she gazed at my erection, my balls before I knelt, placing soft kisses against her supple thighs. I listened to the sounds of her soft breath as I felt her move on the bed, felt her legs part as I ran my hands up them to hold her by the curve of her hips while my lips traced a zig zag up her left thigh then I moved to the right and did the same, stopping short of her aroused sex.

I felt her moving again, felt the sinuous undulation of her body as my tongue's tip played on her naked mons. Slowly I turned my head to the right and kissed down between her pussy lips, suckling them individually before my mouth parted them and my tongue slid up to feel the bud of her clit. Gently, rhythmically I began to lap, feeling her respond as I tasted her, absorbed the fragrance of her body.

After long moments I moved my right hand from her hip down between her spread legs and slipped a finger inside her pussy, gently, slowly stroking her inside as her vagina gripped at my hand. I was still kissing up and down her slit, also from side to side, tasting her flowing juices, trailing my tongue over her sex. I again opened her lips with my mouth to nuzzle close and probe her with my finger and my tongue, begfore returning my kisses to her clit...

 

[sandmartin]

His tongue playing with my clit and the stubble of his chin brushing my soft inner thighs sent thousands of little shockwaves coursing through my body. I reached down, gripping his shoulders insistently as I pulled him up my body. I needed him inside me at that moment. My legs crossed behind his bum, urging him onwards as his lips found mine.

I tasted my own muskiness as we kissed and he smoothly entered me. My arms wrapped around him as he began to move his hips in to me. This wasn’t right, I was overwhelmed with a sudden urgent desire. I turned and taking the hint he rolled with me so I lay on top of him.

I sat up, pressing down on his hard cock, my hands resting on his chest as I moved myself up and down his slick penis, feeling the deep penetration of him inside me. His hands took my breasts and I moaned softly, lost to my own ecstasy, while he thrust his hips back at me.

Our love making became wild and savage. First he allowed me to ride on top of him, before spinning me over once again where he rammed his way inside me without mercy. I felt him orgasm and in the same instance my own orgasm soared to join with his.

He lay across me, breathing hard. I could feel him still inside me, shrinking in size, but I wanted him to stay inside me and held him as long as I could, our sweat covered bodies embraced in a shared moment of silence.

 

[chris2c4u]

On waking in the light of a white dawn I watched Sandy sleeping next to me, her hair loose and spread across the pillow. I gently stroked the curve of her hips and recalled our lovemaking. It had been fast, furious in its own way, very satisfying. Neither of us had awoken during the night so far as I could tell; I had woken with a morning erection and would have liked to wake Sandy but decided to let her sleep and I would enjoy her through the rest of the day with what I had planned.

Untangling myself from her I went to wash and make breakfast for us both. On returning I kissed her face gently, seeing her begin to stir and showed her breakfast on a tray on my lap as we sat naked together.

As we ate I began to explain some ideas for the day...

****
I allowed her to chose some normal clothing though a skirt was essential for ease of access to her pussy and of course no underwear. During our drive into the shopping complex I asked her to pull up her skirt and arouse herself but make sure that she didn't come. She wasn't to stop even if people looked at her. As a concession to her embarrassment I decided to put the convertible's roof up.

Once we arrived in the rather chic store I let her select a few clothes to try on and, of course, accompanied her into the changing cubicle, pulling the curtain across and whispered, "take your clothes off, turn around and bend over, lean on the seat with your hands. Can you see yourself in the mirror?"

She looked around at the mirror and saw me dropping my pants and holding my hard cock which I slid up and down her slit, feeling her already wet. I held her hips, urging her to part her legs more and slipped inside her pussy, feeling her tightness around me.

Outside people walked past the cubicle, making the curtain undulate as I pushed into Sandy's wet pussy, one hand, coated in her juices was playing under her, on her clit. The other I reached forward with to feel her soft breasts, pulling each hipple in turn, rolling them a little in my fingers.

I could hear her mewling, trying to keep her groans under control. Feeling her pushing back on my cock and meeting her eyes in the mirror I rammed harder into her sex. Her body convulsed as she started to come and I drove my hips hard and fast my balls slapping her pussy as I shot my seed into her.

As we separated I asked her to clean my cock with her mouth before pulling up my pants and watching her try on the clothes and then going to buy the ones she wanted.

After some coffee in the cafe I told her our next destination was the swimming pool at my exclusive health club. "Don't worry, you already have a swim suit...it's in the back of the car." Before going in I parked in a secluded part of the lot and got in the back seat, telling her to drop her skirt, come in the back and get over my knee for a spanking. She knew what that would mean. People would see how red her behind was from the strokes as she walked around in what she must suspect would be a very revealing swim suit. Quite how revealing she didn't yet know.

 

[sandmartin]

The previous night of passion had left me feeling less disenchanted. He had been a considerate lover, not merely concerned with his own satisfaction, but that I had enjoyed my own passion too. So when, as we travelled in the car, he asked to watch me stimulate myself, I obliged.

It came as little surprise that he accompanied me into the changing cubicle to try on the clothes he had selected for me. The bulge in his trousers was evident enough, and after playing with myself I felt ready for a little bit of excitement. We entered the cramped space of the cubicle and closed the curtain.
"Take your clothes off, turn around and bend over, lean on the seat with your hands. Can you see yourself in the mirror?"

I watched him push his trousers down and saw his erection spring forward eagerly. I bit my lower lip and locked my wanton groan in my throat as he entered me. People passed beyond the veil of curtain, oblivious to what was going on as I fought to contain my mounting passion as he slammed into me. Even so, I could not prevent the occasional groan from escaping me as I climaxed.

Following his instruction. I meekly knelt before him and cleaned his cock with my mouth while cupping his balls after our love making. He rewarded me with a very expensive purchase and it occurred to me that Xavier had an eye for clothing.

We moved on to a café and shared a coffee. I was feeling extremely sexy in his company; he had a way of effortlessly making me feel very special which I liked. When he announced that we were going swimming I admit I was slightly taken back. Somehow I didn’t see him in a public swimming baths, though I should have no better as we arrived at a rather exclusive looking health club.

Confused, I watched him climb in the back of the car before telling me to remove my skirt and join him on the backseat. I slipped my skirt off and climbed through to the back of the car, where he directed me to lie across his knee. From the way he positioned me I knew he had a very clear view of my sex and not just my bottom as he began spanking my bare behind.

 

[chris2c4u]

Sandy bent over my knee and her pretty behind was available to me, as was the view of her pussy. To surprise her I first slid my right middle finger up between her pussy's lips, moistening it with her juices before teasing at her clit, feeling her move a little as my fingers turned on the delicate bud. While massaging her there I used my other hand to strike her buttocks, first one, then the other, a regular beat against her skin, pleased to see how easily she reddened.

I continued my double approach to her, sliding my thumb in between her lips, feeling her wetness accept it inside her as my fingers turned on her sensitive clit and its hood, her juices now dripping onto my fingers.

"You bad, bad girl, you've wet my trousers with your cunt," I said as I struck her again. I tensed my thigh muscles pushing up against her writhing body before withdrawing my fingers from their stimulation of her sex and using that hand to strike her pussy's lips, fingers edging close to her clit as I struck.

I decided that she was nicely reddened and had enjoyed the sounds of my hand striking hard against her flesh, the feel of her flinching against my blows so I decided to let her crawl back into the front and put on her skirt.

When my erection had subsided I went around to the back of the car and removed the package containing our swimwear. At the desk of the club I asked for my special changing room and the pretty receptionist smiled and glanced up at Sandy with a knowing look between us.

Taking Sandy's hand I led her into the changing room. I looked around at the group of men and women present in various states of undress. Most were middle aged businessmen, their beer guts belying the fact this was a health club; some had their mistresses with them, some in towels, one or two naked. I was pleased that none were as pretty, to me, as Sandy and that she would be a good trophy to display.

I removed her swimsuit from the bag. It was a white one piece which had a slashed front that would go all the way to her navel. The two parts of the front were held together by a single thin band of white fabric near the top of the costume. It would be quite precarious for Sandy to wear without her boobs falling out.

Of course, that wasn't all. This suit had no padding in the bra or the crotch. Once it got wet it would be virtually transparent.

I handed it to her and enjoyed the way she was stared at as she started to change. Some people, especially the women, noticed how red her behind was and they giggled at her.

When she had put the costume on, and I mine, we walked to the pool. Sitting by the shallow end I said, "race you?"

 

[sandmartin]

As we entered the Changing Rooms I was surprised to see that this was a communal changing room and felt embarrassed by the sight of so many semi-naked and nude men and women. Trying hard to avert my gaze so as not to meet the eye of anyone of the other members, I was extremely conscious of the men looking at me with lustful stares.

Xavier produced a white one-piece costume and no sooner did I see it than I realised that the costume would become transparent once it was wet. Very self-consciously I undressed with Xavier and others watching me. Facing the wall, keeping my back to the room of onlookers, I heard them sniggering at the sight of my bright red bottom from the spanking Xavier had given me in the car before we entered.

Trying my best to ignore the mutterings of approval at the sight of my naked figure combined with the sneering sounds of the other women at my glowing behind, I dressed in the costume as quickly as possible. I sat on the bench, hands tucked beneath my thighs, paying no attention to Xavier has he, apparently devoid of any degree of modesty undressed himself in front of everyone as though it were the most natural and normal thing to do.

Grateful to escape the changing room I followed him out to the pool. We sat on the deg of the pool, dangling our feet in the water.
“Race you!” Xavier challenged, breaking the awkward silence that had grown between us.

 

[chris2c4u]

Sliding into the water together I set off and was surprised by Sandy's speed in the water. While I tried to catch up I couldn't and she was waiting, treading water at the opposite end of the pool with a smile on her face as I finally arrived beside her.

"You didn't tell me you were in the Olympic team," I said as I playfully splashed water into her face. She squealed and splashed me back so I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, letting my hands roam over her warm breasts.

I let her go and she effortlessly swam round me while I smiled and turned to try and keep her in view. "OK, so you're a mermaid," I said and she dived under the water and pulled down my swimsuit. Luckily I managed to catch it on my feet and she surfaced, giggling at my struggles to pull it up.

"Like that is it?" I swam near her, "you know what that suit's going to be like when you get out, don't you?" Swimming to the side I pulled myself up and sat waiting for her at the point furthest from the changing room doors. I patted the side of the bath, indicating she should come up to me. Slowly, she swam towards me, her eyes on mine, a little smile on her face...

 

[sandmartin]

Water was like a second environment to me. I was a very capable swimmer and felt perfectly at home in it. Without any idea of how good a swimmer he might be, I had determinedly set off to beat him to the far side of the pool and had been pleasantly surprised at how easily I had accomplished this. It was a small triumph, but nonetheless significant.

I waited for him to arrive and accepted his praise graciously, splashing water back at him when he sloshed water at me. Taking me by the waist he easily pulled me to him, our lips met and I felt his hands reach for my breasts. I sank beneath the water, pulling him down with me away from prying eyes as he touched me.

He let me go and I swam effortlessly away, circling him, watching him turn in the water to keep me in sight. He muttered something about my being a mermaid and I slipped beneath the surface, approaching him quickly from behind and pulling his swimming trunks down. Taken by surprise he turned in the water, reaching down for his trunks. My hand quickly snaked in and closed about his penis, giving it a quick tug before I swam away.

I broke the surface and giggled at him struggling to dress himself.
"Like that is it - you know what that suit's going to be like when you get out, don't you?"
Oh I knew exactly what my swim suit would be like when I stepped out of the water. Just as I knew that he had deliberately planned it that way. In a way, I felt a little bit sexy about the whole thing, the way he enjoyed other people looking at me lustfully or enviously.

He swam to the pool edge and pulled himself up out of the water. I saw the glint of amusement in his eyes as he patted the edge of the pool beside him and leisurely swam across to join him, feeling the eyes of the other bathers watch me pull myself out of the water to sit beside him. Without conscious thought, I draped an arm across my breasts.

Xavier teased me a little about my modesty, telling me I shouldn’t be so reserved; easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one wearing practically nothing in a public place. An idea crept into my mind, and I clung to the thought, hoping an opportunity would present itself.

Things seemed to be changing between us, and I was happy with the way they were going. He had a way of making me feel special. Life was becoming more exciting, like the way we had made love in the changing room of the shop; even now, here at the swimming pool, he hadn’t insisted that I lowered my arms to show myself to everyone. Xavier was definitely become more considerate towards me, and more playful, and I undeniably liked this new side to Xavier’s character.

He suggested it was time to leave, I asked him if we could stay just a little longer. Two circuits of the pool more? He agreed, on condition that we started from where we sat and finished at the same point. I knew exactly what he had on his mind – that he wanted to see me walk around the pool in my see-through costume, where everyone would see me.

I agreed and we swam the two circuits together. When we had completed the circuits, we embraced and kissed in the water. I moved my lips down to his nipple, my hand lowering to his groin. I surfaced and kissed him full on the lips again as I took breath. Then, with a cheeky grin, I sank below the water, my hand still caressing his hardness.

Lowering his trunks I took him in my mouth, my hands seeking out his bum, pulling the back of his shorts down as I continued to tease him. I imagined him on the surface, eyes darting about, trying not to look obvious, but still concerned in case someone spotted what was going on – after all there were plenty of people about who were keeping a beady eye open for me in my transparent costume. And then I launched into my plan as I swiftly removed his trunks and shot out of the water, leaving him naked in the pool!

He looked at me horrified for a moment as I raised my eyebrows at him and smiled. Almost as quickly, he turned the tables on me, taking me by complete surprise he pulled himself out of the water and stood beside me totally naked. Taking my hand, we walked side-by-side to the changing room with everyone staring at the two of us.

 

[chris2c4u]

I was happy to allow Sandy to swim around the pool again. She easily left me behind but I didn't mind, it was good to see her enjoying herself and she came past and swam sinuously around me occasionally, kissing me before sliding off again into the water.

I was especially enjoying her attentions when we approached our place at the opposite end from the changing rooms, thinking how I was going to enjoy walking slowly back with her...then I felt her nails tease my chest and felt her dive and again my suit was lowered but this time fully removed! She grinned impishly as she slowly pulled herself from the water and sat with it dangling from her fingers.

Swimming slowly over I nonchalently hoisted myself out of the water to stand naked beside her, offering her my arm. She laughed and stood up and we walked back through the criss-crossing gazes of astonished swimmers. I kept my glances to Sandy's face, not concerning myself with others and watched as she tried her best to supress her amusement at my plight.

When we reached the relative quiet of the changing rooms I looked at her, taking her round the waist and said, "What a bad girl you are, aren't you?" I pinched her bottom playfully before handing her a towel for her to dry me with, which I knew would be arousing for me and, knowing her delight in seeing what effect she had on me, for her too I imagined. I then took a seat as I slowly pulled on boxers to cover myself before watching her pull off the costume and dry herself.

Watching how she kept looking at me and how she made a show of her drying and dressing aroused me even more and she knew it as I hastily pulled on trousers and the rest of my clothes. In the corridor before leaving I held her to me and kissed her deeply again letting her feel how much she had made me want her. My hands ran through her hair; even though she had dried it a few damp strands ran through my fingers as I held the back of her head while I kissed her mouth passionately for long minutes and my hands explored the warm softness of her body, not caring who came past.

I felt a deepening animal desire for Sandy's body and felt her own responding to our kisses. As our mouths parted I took her arm and led her outside. Sliding my arm around her waist I leaned close and said, "I want you, soon, very soon." Stopping by the car. "We could go to the flat or - " I looked across at the edge of the park that bordered the health club. "I've got a rug in the car..."

 

[sandmartin]

Taking his arm in mine, I clung to him. I felt very sexy after the swim and the way he had made me feel, but I wasn’t sure about being in such an open and public place. Even so, there was an element of excitement about it…
“I don’t know – we won’t be seen will we?”

He assured me that he knew a nice secluded spot and that we would be safe. He retrieved the rug and we set off arm in arm. His hand kept straying down and squeezing my bottom playfully as we headed beneath some trees. We moved deeper under the trees until we came to a spot he was happy with.

While Xavier laid the rug out on the ground, I scanned the surrounding area. Nobody was in sight. He was on his knees, pulling me down toward him. I lowered myself down, our lips met and his hands pressed against me.

 

[chris2c4u]

Deep in the wood we lay together on the blanket. I slowy kissed Sandy, taking my time, exploring her body, only after long minutes did I begin to undress her. She had slowly relaxed in my arms and was now caught up in our touching, kissing, no longer worried about being seen; she opened my clothing so I could feel the dappled sunlight, the slight breeze on my body as she stripped me.

I looked at her as I peeled away her skirt leaving her naked to my eyes. I drank in her curves, slowly bending to kiss her hips, her thighs, knees, ankles. The back up, butterfly kisses caressing her naked pubes up across the soft curve of her belly, nibbling around her navel. I felt Sandy moving so I could continue my kissing of her while she began to taste my body.

Soon we were contorted, kissing, nipping, sucking on each others skin. I moved to take her hips in my hands, sitting up on my knees behind her. I raised her, putting her legs over my shoulders so my face was over her pussy. I kissed her lips there probing her with my tongue as I could look down into her eyes and move my mouth across her clit and suckle and probe her, pressing my body to hers as I felt her hips begin to move, as she locked her ankles behind my neck. Running my arms across her stomach I hugged her close while my mouth tantalyised her sex. I continued to arouse her, my tongue flicking across her clit faster and harder as I felt her writhing in my arms until I knew she was climaxing and I watched her come.

I slowed my lapping of her sex, lowering her gently, lying by her side, I stroked her her as she breathed slower. Slowly, I moved towards her, kissing her mouth softly, wanting to be inside her...