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Written by jgletsplay
The man quivered at the mere sight of the radiant beauty before him. She was a blond angel, long silky hair, a wide, sensuous mouth and blue eyes that appeared to look straight into your soul.
She dressed simply, green jacket, jeans, boots, as she strode towards him. "Hi" you must be jerry,' she said. It appeared a statement not a question. It was both presumptuous and absolutely correct at the same time. He mindlessly rambled small talk until she announced, “Small talk is for the simpletons who have no story to tell of their life. Are you a simpleton?”
“No, no, of course not. Erm... what would you like to talk about?” he stuttered the words, overcome with the power this woman bestowed. He felt himself becoming hard, and tried to think of something else, but her mouth sucking him to ecstasy was all he could think of. She placed one hand behind his head as she leaned forward and began a delicious wonderful kiss. Then stepping back she said.... “I do not wish to talk. We are going over to this spot to lay a blanket down.” Again, a statement not a question.
This woman had a surreal power about her, to argue would be unthinkable. He followed, like a puppy following his master, out into the woods. She led him to a spot where she laid her blanket down. She motioned for him to come over to it. “I,” she said looking straight into his eyes, “am no lady, this you will find out.” He did as she asked, not sure where he was going, or why he was standing on her blanket in the woods. Hypnotized by beauty, he was a servant to this creature of the day. He imagined many men before him, cowering to her need, submitting to her every whim, succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh, her flesh. “Drink,” she demanded, handing him a beer she had brought in a cooler. “S-s-sure,” he stuttered. She smiled for the first time that day, a smile of erotic conviction; it seemed there could be no innocence found in this beautiful woman. She elegantly strode around the blanket area, hips swaying to a rhythm, though no music played. She leaned into him, her breasts inches from him, her face almost touching his. “You want to fuck me, don't you?” she whispered into his ear. “Y-y-y-yes, yes I do,” he said trembling. He felt like a teenage virgin, nervous of the unknown pleasures of the flesh. “How much do you want to fuck me?” she asked louder, her tone demanding. “A lot, really a lot.” “Then get to your knees like a good boy and beg me for it.” He did as he was told, surprised at his own willingness to obey a woman he had known mere hours.
“Please, please let me touch you.” He was humiliated, embarrassed and the most turned on he had ever been in his life. “What would you do to please me? To allow you to touch me?'” she smiled a smile of satisfaction, she knew she had total control over this man, he was purely at her command.
“I would do anything.” “You would do anything what?” “I would do anything Mistress, sorry Mistress.” “For your insolence you will be punished. Do you think you should be punished?” “Yes, yes Mistress.” “Strip… and make it quick.” He did so, undressing hurriedly. "On all fours, now!” Again, he did as demanded of him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her reach into a bag and pull out a riding crop. “Bad boys who can’t behave must be punished. Otherwise they would never learn would they?”
“No mistress.” She snapped the crop on his ass…hard. He yelled out in pain and excitement, the two emotions so close they become one. “Are you sorry for your insolence?” she demanded, using the crop on him as she spoke. “Yes Mistress.” His buttocks burned with the pain of lashes before and the lashes she bestowed upon him still.
He felt small, mere inches tall, a gown man being beaten by a woman of no great frame. “Are you grateful that your mistress cares enough to educate you?” “Yes Mistress; thank you, Mistress.” He was so hard, he felt he might explode. She demanded him back to his knees. “How would you repay me for my gift?” “Anything Mistress, good Mistress, anything you desire.” With that she then began to undress, pulled off her jeans, jacket and shirt to reveal a crotch-less one-piece black outfit that revealed a smoothly shaven pussy. “Lick me,” was all she said. He knelt below her as she spread her firm, smooth thighs. She parted her nether lips with two fingers for him to gain better access to her clitoris. He licked her, softly at first then harder, then inserting two fingers inside her to rub her G-spot....it was already beginning to swell. He sucked and fingered faster. He could feel her juices on his tongue; the sweetest he had tasted. It was wonderful. Then he heard her command to him, "Not one drop of nectar shall be spilled or you will regret it... do you understand me?!” His eyes lifted up to meet hers and acknowledge that he understood. She grabbed his hair, pulling him harder into her slick shaven mound. He sucked on her clitoris, feeling her tense as he sucked. “Harder! Harder!” she screamed, as his stroking matched her commands. This was so erotic for him, to be on his knees servicing this Goddess in the fresh air, outside for any one too see. He did not care as his manhood swayed in the gentle breeze and sunshine. He was now hers, forever. Her buckling knees brought him back to her needs. He felt her convulsing into orgasm. She screamed in pleasure as the feeling became so intense for her. Her nectar stream was none like jerry had ever experienced. It was all he could do to keep his mouth open as it filled up so quickly; he knew he had to swallow soon, as he would not be able to even shut his mouth there was so much nectar. He did so as her fingers kept pulling his hair tighter to her pulsating flower. Another strong pulsating stream was rewarded to his open begging mouth. This one was larger than the first, it was all he could do to keep from spilling one drop! He barely got this entire flow of nectar down as another was right behind that.... they followed one after another, the last one soaking his face in her sweet nectar juice. Finally she spoke. “You have served your Mistress well,” she said in gasping breath, “For this you shall be rewarded.” With that the Goddess looked down as she finally came to her senses. She looked at him, not believing what she saw. Her voice sent a shudder through him, "you did not keep your promise, did you?!” His face had betrayed him as it glistened with her precious nectar. For not obeying me, your punishment shall begin............
II
Driving rapidly, jerry soon arrived at the town library - 151 south 5th St. The directions seemed simple enough; they had come via a Fed-ex package Wednesday, the day before, at his workplace. All the instructions had told him to do were to hand the sealed red envelope tomorrow, Thursday, over to the woman working the main desk at the library. They seemed simple enough, but yet his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing as he found a place to park. She had told him “he would pay for his transgression in the park,” and now here he was looking up at the imposing facade of the Victorian building. He knew that there was little chance that its staid exterior was hiding nothing more today than shelf upon shelf of books. Somewhere inside he was going to be used...or abused…again. Just thinking about it made him feel the pre-juices staring to flow from his tip... and he could feel the pre-spot growing and getting larger as his member became harder as he walked towards the stout oak doors. Entering the library he had to climb a small flight of steps... and he could feel the eyes of the few women in the foyer watching him as he walked to the inner doors, dressed as he was. As if they were thinking to themselves how unapproachable... and businesslike, he looked. If only they knew how even his nipples craved attention as they rubbed against the silk shirt he had on.
Inside the main body of the library the only person he could see was a middle aged clerk... the woman with a pair of NHS framed glasses and dark brown hair was immersed in a pile of books she was cataloguing. He stood beside her but she didn't look up. "Excuse me," jerry stated, "I have a letter for you.”
With a sigh at being disturbed, the clerk raised her glowing eyes from her work and started to speak. That was…she was going to speak…but when she saw him holding a red envelope, her mouth started to form a smile that has a way of putting one in one’s place. Her now upturned lips smiled sweetly back at him, as the letter was handed over. She opened the letter and read; her eyes twinkled. It was only one page, but jerry could see it was lengthy. Once she had finished reading it all, she turned to her right and opened a drawer on the table she was sorting books on. Inside were a few papers, but under them as she pulled her hand out, a pink ribbon caught jerry’s attention, as her hand finally retrieved fully the object from the drawer and placed it on the counter for all to see in the library. jerry’s jaw dropped...and all he could do was gasp like a fish. His eyes traveled from the object back to her eyes, “This is for you,” she said and, “it says I am now to read this letter aloud to you.” jerry nervously looked around to see if anyone was within ear shot. She cleared her throat; it sounded like a gunshot to him. She began, “This little present is for the bearer of the red envelope; he will do as he is told or is never to contact his Goddess again, is this understood?” jerry’s mind was awash in thoughts, all kinds: who can hear this, what does this woman know, can she hear my heart pounding? Again, he heard the phrase, “Is this understood?” His mind raced back to the present. Looking up from the object with the pink bow on it, his eyes meet hers; all he could muster was a nod of the head up and down, his throat was to dry to even give a feeble ‘yes’ in reply. She continued, “You are to take this ‘gift’ to the far end of the library, proceeding to the row of books starting with the letter “Q”. Once there, go approx halfway down this row without turning around. She looked up from the letter, her glasses peering over the top of it, and spoke staring directly into to his eyes as if to read his thoughts with this next sentence: “You will then remove all your clothing and fold them in a neat pile.” She could not help the grin that appeared on her face as his eyes widened with fear, a wave passed through her making her shiver. She read on, emphasizing the “simple……” “Once this simple task is complete, you will then get on your knees, remove the ribbon, place the plug in your mouth, and tie the pink ribbon tightly around your your balls with a bow. She looked up again from the letter, it was hard to tell just where his thoughts had gone; the look on his face was priceless. The letter had told her at the end that this person would do everything that was spelled out, with everything underlined. She now found herself getting caught up in a scene that was unfolding in front of her. It had all started as a prank, she thought. Meeting her friend Patty for lunch that day was normal. Small talk, boyfriends, work…all normal topics, until Patty had asked her towards the end of lunch if she would help her with a prank she wanted to play on a person she had meet online. “Sure,” she now remembered saying, “it will be fun.” She needed a bit of excitement and would be glad to help….
III
The feeling that she now felt was hard to describe. But it was starting to intoxicate her…consume her. She read on…. lingering now on each word as if she was feeling the impact of what she said onto herself.
“Remove the plug from your mouth making sure it is good and wet,” she shuddered again, “getting on all fours, you will insert it into your rectum; once this is complete, you will lower your head and eyes to look directly under you at the floor, staying this way until told otherwise! Do you understand this?!” jerry saw her lips create each word, but still could not believe he was the one the instructions were for. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS?!” she said louder. jerry could now catch the eyes of several around the library looking up from their books to see what was going on at the front desk. “Y-y-yes, yes,” he stammered, in a low tone, “I d-d-do, I do understand, I...I…do.” With a slight laugh she lowered the letter slightly and looked at him, “It says here ‘that you’re such a lil’ slut, you would do all this’.” It’s not exactly what it said, but this is how she felt about him at this moment. With that her hand grasped the ribboned plug, picking it up and brushing it against her now noticeably plumper lips….a soft barely audible ‘mmmmmm...’ escape her mouth as she handed him the pink-ribboned plug. “Off you go, lil’ slut,” pointing towards the far end of the library.
His manhood had shriveled up to nothing at this point as he looked to where she was pointing for him to go. He was sure everyone in the library had heard every word, and now he was being made to walk by each and every table that had numerous people studying at them.
He quickly put the item in his pocket as he headed towards the “Q” row, not daring to make eye contact with any one as he passed each long table. He could feel there gaze upon him, or so he thought. His thoughts raced, they heard every word: ‘Can I do this? Really… is this what I want?’ Everything seemed out of focus, almost a blur; his mind could not even make sense of the letters on each row. Then he caught her gaze, he knew her eyes as if they were burned into his. He felt his heart leap as he knew he would do everything the letter required.
Sitting at the end of the table with her laptop open, Patricia sat as quiet as she could; yearning to hear what was going on at the front desk. She chose this spot as this gave her a unobstructed view of the “Q” row. But now she was having second thoughts, she wished she could see his face as the letter was now being read aloud to him. Knowing how this would make her feel aroused and sexy, this feeling made her alive! This was the right person, the right setting; she had prepared herself mentally for this experience. It so gave her a feeling of power.
She saw him approach, now the fun was to begin……….
IV
It all started yesterday when he had opened the Fed-ex package. Several generally show up each week, so it was a non-event for him. On his knees now with all the requirements fulfilled, his mind stumbled on this thought he had only yesterday, but already it seems like it was a lifetime ago. The reality of his situation dawned on him; instead of feeling fear as his mind had projected, he felt somehow a calming, a feeling of acceptance to the situation. Who he really was, was beginning to clear the fog away in his head.
Sitting there watching him follow the instructions to the letter, Patricia thought back on how she had gotten to this point. She had always done her best to get along, whether it had been somewhat of her subservient role to her former husband, or to the now-past boyfriend, Tom, with whom she had bought a house with. She was one that did not want to rock the boat; ‘Well, at least very little.’ she mused. Until that time Tom starting bringing other women back to their house; it had dawned on her like a ton of bricks that she needed to stand up for herself as no one else was going to. It, too, was a time of contemplation for her…who was she? Was she true to herself? It was time she took charge of her life, her wants, her desires. It was only then thoughts began to flood through her head, things that she only faintly remembered that had dared not form in her head.
A long, thin silver thread was now forming from his member halfway to the floor. It made her smile as she watched it stretch towards the floor. The power that was running through her veins was now on the boil. This made her feel alive… the sheer simple fact she was in control….controlling this … ‘what was it?’…she thought back to the park…‘simpleton!’ That was it, making this ‘simpleton’ do such things all in promising him really nothing… Oh! The fact he wanted to fuck her, well, that was not on her mind. Her mind was full of fucking with him, for her enjoyment, all from this new-found power that was surging through her whole being… it was all she could do to contain herself; from reaching down inside her long skirt and bringing herself to a delicious climax.
Talking earlier last week at lunch hatching this plan with Nancy, Patricia requested to Nancy for a secluded area in the library. It was working perfectly. Not a sole was on this end as she took in the people about the library… it was perfect for her next move. Folding her laptop away and putting it into her backpack, she rose, pushing her chair back into place. Her heels made a quiet click…..click…..click as she approached her simpleton. He did not move, as instructed. This made her now soaking crotch-less mound gush a fresh amount of nectar. Seeing him in this state, because she wished it, was near mind-altering for her, the intensity of the moment begin a new chapter in her life.
The back of her hand brushed casually across his right buttocks, causing him to jump, which in turn caused him to bear down on the plug inside him, which caused him to jump again as a tremor raced through his body. “Now, my simpleton jerry; my, my, you’ve done such a good job following my instructions now haven’t You?” she said as she made her way to be standing in front of him. Jerry began to say something, but with that she cut him off….a bit louder and confident, “You… will only speak if I ask. If you understand and agree to this, you may raise your head up.” Up it came….to look her straight in the eyes. It was more than Patricia could take, the power and the situation that was happening was even more than she could take. It was as if this was exactly the moment she had waited all her life for….even she had not planned for these words to be spoken as they flowed off her lips like a song to his ears, “Not one drop will touch the floor.” It was the most intense feeling that she could ever remember, not just exposing her weeping crotch-less mound to him as she raised her skirt in such a public space, but the entire surreal feeling of floating as she leaned on his shoulders as wave after pulsating crashing wave had been drained from her pedals into his willing mouth. Time was nonexistent; she had no idea how long this had taken; it was as if the world had stopped. It was only then she felt the eyes of another watching them. Barley able to stand, she looked up to see Nancy standing motionless only a few feet in front of them.
Nancy was not included in the details, but still Patricia had trusted her to keep her part of the prank, hold on to the tool as Patricia had called it and read the letter to him. Nancy stared in disbelief at what she just experienced herself in row “Q”. She backed slowly away to the end of the row, then turning her head, walked away leaving the two of them both sweating and breathing hard.
V
Patricia, searching for a thought to place her feet back on the ground, lowered her skirt. “I… want you to rise and put this on.” From her back pack, a long-waist tan coat was emerging. Watching him rise, she could not resist admiring and feeling the package that was so neatly tied in a bow…for her, she thought, just for her. It was a slight color of purple, and was very taut. She could not believe that a new shudder went through her after what she had just experienced. As she dropped her hand away, she gave it a loving pat. Her smile was alive. Jerry caught the glow radiating from this, and it warmed his heart. To serve in any way this Goddess desired had given him something he, too, had felt before sometime a long longtime ago; he could just not put his finger on it. But it felt like he was home now. “Thank you for the coat” he said, putting it on. “I did not ask you to speak!” Her tone told him he will not make that mistake again. The coat went on, a bit tight in the shoulders he thought, but thankfully it was past his knees. Patricia was already gathering his neatly piled clothes and shoes and was zipping them into her back pack. Twirling and facing him, her words were direct, “Follow three steps behind me to the door.” With that she brushed by him and with her click…click… click leading the way for him.
The walk to the front door was really not that bad he thought; a few people had turned to look as they walked by, but he was sure it was the heels that caused not the men to look, but the ladies to briefly look up from their studies. They each in turn gave the once up and down to Patricia as she strode confidently towards the front door.
Could they sense the power she held? Did they know something magical had just happened not 40’ from them? Something that was so life changing that she alone held the key to it? The looks on each of their faces told him that they knew that this woman was special. It made his manhood rise as it dangled loosely inside the lower flaps of the coat as he continued her pace to the front door.
At the front desk, jerry could see Nancy just hanging up the phone. She reached over the counter to catch Patricia’s attention as she was just about to pass. Patricia stopped. And the simpleton, seeing this, stopped as well. Their conversation was hushed; he tried to hear what was being said, but truthfully the blood pumping through him was causing his ears to hear only a thump……thump. Then what appeared to be a disagreement, he thought, they embraced each other for a moment; then Patricia’s heels told him she was on the move. It was surreal, walking through these same doors just earlier today, he had been searching for something; now he knew his search was over. Following past his car, he instinctively knew his place was three paces behind her. Further down the street she stopped, then stepped to a driver’s door. Getting in she spoke, “You’re allowed for now to sit next to me.” It was at this point, reality hit him: here he was, shoeless, bare legs, with a long coat on, walking down the street. He got right into the car. The drive was a short one. She lived not too far away. Driving, she reached over and turned to a station that was playing music. “You did as you were told, you shall be rewarded soon,” was all she spoke as they continued the drive to her place. The walk to her front door, down the hall to her residence #302, was all done at three paces behind her. As the key worked the door, she turned, and said, “Wait here.” She entered, then putting her back pack down on a chair and placing keys in a bowl by the door, turned and looked at him. “You are never to be clothed in my house; remove the jacket in the hall, and then you may enter.” She turned, walking into her house. “Close the door behind you,” her voice rang out as she strode into her living room. Looking left then right, he saw he was alone. He quickly removed the tight-fitting coat, contorting a bit to get it off. He instinctively knew he was to hang the coat up; finding the closet and a hanger, he finished this task. He headed in to the next room, catching Patricia’s movement in the room. He admired at the way she held herself…confident, yet not so tight; she seemed to be very comfortable in her being. This simple visual display of her had caused him to brush his hands against his now growing member, which in turn caused his now tightly plugged ass to contract causing him to literally moan in pleasure as the happenings of the day were now more than he could take.
“Feeling the power of my gift to you,” was more of a statement than a question as she turned to face him. The spectacle she was now facing was somehow causing her a weak moment in her new found strength. She regained her composure as her eyes caught hold of her new toy, the riding crop set amongst the fire place tools on the hearth…set there more as a joke for her girlfriends to pick up on last weekend. It had been played with by all, brining out many a laugh as each took their turns in making it snap on any object that was close. Picking it up, She proceeded to cross the room and sit in the high back chair that was next to him. The crop had a fine soft “V” shaped leather head that was attached to a springing shaft. The handle had a looping strap of leather that was sown into a very comfortable leather handle. She loved to feel the slight crack of it in her palm as she waved the crop back and forth. “Well, well, my simpleton…. here we are. You may speak freely for the moment, if it pleases you.” Jerry’s mind raced. What to say, what would make sense, so many things….all that came out was “I am here to please YOU, Mistress”. “And so you shall. Stand here in front of me, but turn around.” He did as he was told; then he felt the crop start to explore the areas of his ass that so longed for attention. Its flick caused sensations to ripple through his body. Soon the crop found her tightly-wrapped package; it, too, received the flick of the crop. However, this flick was a bit more purposeful, a bit more pace on the head of the crop, causing jerry to bend at the waist away from her. With each stroke becoming stronger, a noticeable whimper was heard. She had never ever experienced this before, only read about it in books and short stories, unable to understand why someone would do this? But now, just as in the library, a new almost exotic feeling was surging thru her. She did not care. She only knew his whimpering was causing it. She wanted more.
VI
Following her instructions, now facing her, the exploration continued on new flesh, each stroke sending electrical shocks through his body; his inner thighs were receiving the tip of her tool, causing a nice red glow to appear. The warmth it created was more than he could stand. His manhood was now as full and stiff as he had ever seen it, and yearning for just a simple scrape of her crop to acknowledge it. Soon, soft tapping on this straining muscle caused it to jerk, trying to stay in contact with the tip of the crop to create friction it so craved. It caused her to laugh, but her eyes met his. He instantly felt her love for him; it caused goose bumps on his arms as he connected in away with her he had never experienced. She stood up, setting the crop down against the couch. “Undress me.” His heart pounded as he began the slow removal of her clothing, taking care to fold each piece neatly and in an orderly fashion on the table to his left. All the while enjoying this task he was performing, but also observing the red glow that was radiating from where her crop had left its marks, it was as if a new wonderful drug owned her. Once his task was completed, she could not help herself; the urges to experience him inside her had grown to such an extent. She lied down on the couch, beckoning him to penetrate her. It was more than he could have asked for; her nakedness was so lovely, so natural. He lay on top of her as his manhood found itself sliding into her effortlessly. Their lips locked on to one another as his rhythm began slow, but soon was moving so rapidly that she felt he might cum at any moment…how carelessly he was reverting to his manly way, she thought. Reaching down, picking up her new toy, the handle now tightly in her grasp, she brought a stinging snap to his buttocks again and again, as if trying to get the attention of a runaway horse. The animal slowed. She smiled as now her energy was starting to reform. This was so delicious. The harder she struck, the slower he rode her, the softer she struck him the faster she was ridden. The first hard strike on his ass, as well as several other timely strikes, brought his head into focus and actually dissipated the urge to finish what was foremost in his thoughts. The pain was real. Just as it had started, now a new sensation replaced it, causing his hips once again to regain the rhythm that his flexing straining muscle so desired. Then just like that, with each harder strike, his mind focused, the pain causing him to slow. This went on for several more rounds, until a new feeling was beginning to spread. It began from his sphincter muscle grasping at the obstruction that was plugged deep into it. The feeling quickly spread, as the distinction between hard and soft strikes was now indiscernible to him. It spread through his body like wildfire, soon engulfing his chest, neck, then moving through his outstretched hands, as well as his fingers. Down his legs, through his toes…all were experiencing the same cry as the rest of his body. His parted lips sucked her into his mouth as he craved all of her inside of him, his hands had intertwined with hers; his legs, as they bucked, tried to stay in constant contact with hers. His whole body now had only one purpose.
She too had entered an arena that was even new to her. The force she struck him with was harder than she had ever used the crop before. It was a first for her, as each strike caused her to shudder. It was unexplainable. With each strike it was as if she were feeling an orgasm for the first time. She was not in her body, but rather experiencing a new body. She hit harder. It was indescribable, a feeling even she had never felt before was now overtaking her. Their bodies now bucked back and for together. The intensity that traveled through her body rivaled that of the now gasping simpleton. It was all different, but one she would not back down from or trade for anything. Her muscles tried to grasp and hold on to the deeply plunging object penetrating her, but were unable to. The intensity of her strikes upon his now crimson colored ass was taking its toll on him as well as her. No longer able to control the speed of his penetration, it started in the back of her head and flashed down her spine, forcing her pedals to open even further.
She began to cry uncontrollably, her gushing flower was all he needed to release his own seed. Thrust after thrust after thrust, so deeply it felt, the deepest he had ever experienced. It was as if his whole body was being consumed inside of her. Both drenched and both still very shaken from the intensity of what had taken all day to consummate neither had noticed that Nancy was once again standing in front of them. The flushness in her face told it all. Patricia, barely able to speak, unable to move, looking straight into her eyes, spoke.
VII
Her eyes followed him as he disappeared, turning down the “Q” row; then watched pertinently as Patricia waited patiently then rose quietly, disappearing as well into the “Q” row. She almost shook her head in disbelief. Did this all just happen?? Did it? It was then she realized her left hand was still clutching the letter. Her eyes dove once again, pouring through the hand-written message. Her head snapped up looking towards the far end. This IS happening!
Not only was her heart pounding, but a flush feeling was overcoming her, the urge to “get busy” with herself even here at the main desk was crossing her mind. Looking around it appeared every one was content for the moment. It would be a quick one, it had to be. Slipping back into her chair behind the tall stack of books, her hands quickly unbuckled her jeans as her right hand slipped under her panties to a now completely soaked pussy. Her clit needed no coaxing, it was set to be frigged with her thumb as her other two fingers slipped in and out of her, causing her to tilt ever so slightly back in her chair as the first shudder started. She was so in tuned with her body, she knew it would take just a few moments, but what she did not expect was it was not stopping, Her body did not want her to stop. Her pussy was calling out for quicker thrust as her thumb was passing over the now engorged clit with such force it still needed more …. harder … faster. Her left hand reached involuntary inside her shirt as her forefinger and thumb squeezed tightly the very erect nipple, in unison, the two areas reached out towards each other, the backlash as they collided had such force it momentarily stopped her breath. The wave she was riding was just beginning to crest, her hands matched the pace to climb to the top of this wave. The need to scream as it came crashing down around her was over whelming, she dared not let it out, but holding it inside Her only caused to intensify it. Shudder after shudder wracked her body, the only noise that was heard was the squeaking of the wooden desk chair as it finally became quit once again. Trying quickly to compose her sweaty flushed self, zipped her pants up and straightened her shirt, almost automatically she grabbed a stack of books to file as if to displace her from this most public spot. It was then she found herself headed to the back of the library. Row “Q” was beckoning her.
VIII
“Enjoyable”? The look on Patricia’s face just moments ago did not match the serenest of her now gentile voice.
She, too, was lost for words, ‘like someone else early today,’ Patricia thought. Given the circumstances, her next words seemed to fit the moment perfectly. “Strip.” Nancy tilted her head slightly as now Jerry had come to the realization someone else was in the room with them and turned to see who it might be. Without hesitating, her movements were slow and deliberate; not bothering to fold them, her clothes shed off in a pile by her feet. Standing now for both to pour their eyes over, she drank it in, absorbing the experience she had just witnessed. Her naked body wanted so bad to be included, her mind followed back to the two watching her. jerry recognized her right away, even without her glasses; seeing her disrobed, and now having her so close, caused his man senses to reignite. But it was not the normal feeling he would have anticipated; all his nerve endings that had been the recipient of his beloved Goddess were now awaking with a fire upon them. He dared not move, and waited for instructions. Patricia was trying to think, but the intense session truly had her drained. Feeling jerry’s flesh next to hers was just what she wanted, and needed. The warm wet skin of his mixing with her wetness was just where at that moment she needed to be… nowhere else. Nancy, sensing Patricia’s state, began to do something she had never done up until that moment. As both entangled satisfied persons look on, she started to play with herself.
Nancy was to work the entire day at the library. Needless to say this “prank,” as it was called, had the better of her. She was just getting off the phone as Patricia approached; she’d been arranging someone to cover for her as she feigned being ill. Hanging up the phone quickly and leaning over the counter as Patricia was passing, her mind knew what her body craved, but could not put a thought together that would allow her to be included to wherever they were headed. All she could muster then was a quick hug to Patricia thanking her for allowing her to be in on the prank. Patricia hugging her back replied, “You’re very welcome. Now off to my place to finish his training.” As they released each other, in a teasing moment Patricia spoke, “stop by,” knowing full well it was Thursday, her day to work until 9 that night. Then turning, checking her watch (it was only 10:30 am), a smile formed on her face as she thought to herself, ‘I will have more than enough time to train him,’ then headed out the doors.
Resting, both watched as her body was reacting to her fingers as they played across her now flushed and very erect nipples. Then as her hands traded places, diving back into her very, very wet self, her other hand raised her fingers to her mouth to suck clean all the wetness that was on them before it returned to fondle her now heaving breast. It was as if they were watching a very sensual dance, even though no music was playing. It was hypnotic. From her eyes as they opened and closed, focusing on the two of them laying there watching her as her fingers teased her body to shudder, stroking herself for them, it was what she wanted to do….no, it was what she needed to do as her memories of the day filled her head. As the dance began to intensify, Patricia stirred next to jerry; they could both sense it would be soon, and it appeared to be a big one. Just at the right moment that only a woman knows, the near silence was broken as Patricia, with force in her voice, said “STOP.”
Patricia had been thinking through the whole day as her friend before her was about to cum. This was the wild card she did not plan or anticipate at all. Nancy was a wonderful addition to the day, and she thought she had this part worked out, but it was now the simpleton she had to deal with first; this was supposed to be an intense training day for him. She ordered him to stand. Getting up herself, she directed jerry to the mantel above the fireplace where she had placed a role of twine earlier. “Bring me the twine,” pointing towards it. jerry did as he was told. Unrolling one end, she began to wrap several quick wraps around his shaved balls, noticing that the knot he tied with the pink ribbon was a bit loose….she would remember that. Her knot was good and tight. “Now, Nancy and I have unfinished business here. I need to have you make us some hot tea. “It’s in the kitchen; I think even you will be able to find it all. Off you go, then.” Watching him walk casually out of the living room was not what she had in mind. Stated somewhere in the books she had pored over recently, she was to control “all” his actions. Patricia yanked hard on the twine doling out from the ball in her hand. He stopped abruptly. “Come back here…quickly I might add.”
“Do you think that both of us are going to wait as you take you time to make your way into the kitchen to make our tea? I think not. Skip into the kitchen so we can see your red ass move up and down to entertain us! Now!” His ass was red, redder than Patricia had wanted it to be, but oh well, he took it like a man, and She must admit, it made her feel like such a woman dishing it out. Purring now…she knew this was only the beginning. They both laughed watching his ass bounce into the kitchen. This next part made Patricia’s heart pound. This was now a dream come true, if she could persuade Nancy to be a part of it. Patricia locked eyes with Nancy. Her words were polite and direct, “Nancy, you have two choices, you can leave now, and our friendship might change a bit, but I think we will still be good friends, or if you choose to stay, our friendship will change much more in a different way. You will call me, from now on ‘Mistress Sweet.’ You will do for me just as my simpleton does things… to please me. Please think this through carefully, as it will change quite a bit how life is for you and for me.”
IX
Nancy stood there in front of Patricia naked; it did make her feel self-conscious. Yet, it was something that was hard to put in words, something that this day stirred in her, something she never ever knew about herself. Thinking back to reading the letter to jerry, she kind of wished it was her the letter was being read to. It’s not something someone jumps into, but it was the right moment, the right time; it was time she needed to make a change. Life was ok, but no excitement. She never felt more alive than today. The words she spoke now, looking down, as if instinctively, “Mistress Sweet, I am yours to do with as you please.” Patricia, looking straight at nancy with her head bowed slightly, smiled a very big smile. “I have always wanted to tell you things, but was afraid of your reaction. Now I want to tell you the most wonderful way to experience an orgasm that you will ever have. I have been having them this way for the past five years, and will never stop having them this way. I will teach you right now… are you ready?” Without even looking up, nancy nodded ‘yes.’ “Yes, Mistress Sweet, yes. Teach me, please.”
Totally working off the cuff, but wanting to be able to gauge how nancy would do, she searched about the room and spied a crystal flower vase. About to take the flowers in the kitchen and rinse out the vase, she saw the spool of twine. Giving it a quick yank, “the skipper” came back into the room making them both smile again. “Take this vase, lay the flowers on some papers on the table, rinse it out and bring it back quickly.” Off he went. “It had better be dry,” followed him as he ran now into the kitchen.
Patricia started explaining the unique way that allows ‘your nectar’ (as Patricia liked to call it) to flow freely, enhancing beyond your imagination the intensity of this orgasm, and with practice to prolong it long past a normal orgasm. The main area you concentrate on is just inside your pussy, the roof of its ‘mouth’ (as Patricia like to call it). Taking nancy’s hand in hers, she curled up her two forefingers, forming a slight “C” with them. “See how you’re still in an aroused state? Let’s try this….” Patricia said. Inserting nancy’s fingers into her moistness, she began to move her hand slowly in and out, with instruction to keep her fingers bent as she had shown her. “Feel the roof area; feel the texture; feel it start to grow,” all in soothing words that helped calm nancy and help her feel what was being described to her. It really started as an itch, and it just got worse, she thought, but it still needed to be addressed. The more she tried to get deeper to the itch, it grew deeper. Nancy’s eyes started to widen, the feeling was new. She grabbed Patricia’s hand and had her guide her hand in and out of her now, but still keeping the pressure she was instructed to keep. “Now,” Patricia began, “I need you to start feeling your clit; it will draw the two sensations together.” Just then the simpleton showed up unannounced, but none too soon, as nancy pulled her hand away from Patricia as the tempo Patricia was keeping was not what she required. Patricia sat back smiling as her best friend was now about to have her very first orgasm this way in front of her, and for that matter the simpleton. As her face started to contort, Patricia had jerry hold the clean vase under Nancy as her fingers were a blur. Then it started; it came as a shrill squeal first, then it started going everywhere but the vase, as her legs started to buckle. Her fingers would not stop…they just kept the pace up; in fact, perhaps, even going faster. Finally, after what seemed like a full three-minute very intense orgasm, nancy collapsed on the ground.
X
All three of them were all in a state of disbelief, each of their own reasons. Nancy, who just had a thunderous orgasm, and had it in front of people, was feeling very self-conscious, especially after what she just did all over the rug. Jerry knew it was his place to clean it up, but still was basking in the moment of what he just witnessed. It was Patricia who was smiling the most at what had just taken place, and now knew what would happen next. Grabbing the twine, giving it a hard pull and almost knocking the simpleton off his feet, she uttered a loud yelp, “Go wash your hands, brings us our tea, and then clean this mess up!” “Yes, Mistress Patricia, right way,” and off he went quickly. Patricia’s hand reached out and smoothed nancy’s long hair on the side of her face. Instinctively, nancy laid her head in her hand and moved closer to Patricia. The warmth of their naked bodies now joining in one, sitting on the floor in the living room, felt very, very, very comfortable. Patricia liked to keep her place a bit warmer than most, as she enjoyed being naked in her own house. She found that to move about freely naked was a reward for all the turmoil she had gone through most of her life with controlling men. This was a bit of heaven for her, and now this was even getting better as even Patricia was in a state of bliss for the moment, enjoying all that had just happened with her friend nancy, and trying to take in the events of the day that now seemed so, so long ago. Taking a moment to contemplate what should happen next, she could not help but caress nancy’s face, and to bring her lips to hers and give her a long and deeply rich kiss. They remained this way past the entrance of jerry bringing in the hot tea, which was set on the table in front of them. Either the smell of brewing tea brought them to their sense, or the sheer fact something was going to happen between the two of them now, something totally unplanned if they did not stop it. Both, looking up, caught the look on jerry’s face; it made them both laugh out loud. It was a hurtful look, and Patricia took pity on it. This was to be his day, and as things had gotten out of hand (for the better, she thought), she still needed to make sure his needs were met to make sure it kept him coming back. She found him not only amusing to have around now, but helpful, too. So she wanted to make sure that now she rewarded him for his efforts that he had done for her all day. “Please pour us two nice cups of tea, jerry, then I would like you to complete your assignment I gave you earlier. After you have done this, I will make a decision on what to do with you.” With that he poured two cups of tea, all the while his pink bow was tied around his balls. Getting down on one knee, he handed each their cup of tea. Patricia could not help herself, seeing his condition was semi-hard; all this girlie contact was getting to him, she surmised. Slowly she started to stroke him with one hand while the other was sipping her tea. His hardness was quick to come, seeing two lovely ladies naked in front of him, wet with desire, both of their breasts were plump with nipples hard and protruding, the flushness on their faces… all helped him become harder. Both sipped their tea as Patricia continued to stroke him even harder. His hips started to move. She removed her hand. “Clean this up, now! I will not be used for your pleasure, you will learn this!” she barked at him. Once again, back to the kitchen to look for cleaning supplies and returning with the required spray and paper towels, he got down on all fours, blotting then spraying. He got the nectar all cleaned up with almost a whole roll of paper towels used. Gathering it all up, he brought it back to the kitchen and threw it out in the trash, with the spray bottle washed off and put back into the cupboard. She gave his balls a tug; he came right way. Now his look was even funnier; they both laughed again. He looked like a puppy dog. “Ok, in my room at the foot of the bed is a chest. You may choose whatever you find in there and bring it to me, for your reward. She knew what he would bring her; oh, she knew. nancy was in for a treat; for she, too, would soon partake in this. Instinctively, she knew.
XI
The twine ball tumbled away as the simpleton raced to her room, not really sure where it was as he had never been there. But soon he returned with things that put a smile on his Mistress’ face, “good boi, good boi,” were her words to him. She meant it, too, as things were now moving in her mind. It was all coming together very nicely, and this was just the beginning of something that had been deep down inside her for far too long. In each hand he held one item: in one was a leather harness that was to hold what was in the other hand… a large purple feeldoe. It was one of her favorites. It had a bulbous end that also fit up inside her to give her pleasure, as well as the one on the receiving end. Nancy could not believe what she thought was now going to take place. If only she could see her face, Patricia thought, to know who was in line for it next. But to nancy, it appeared that the simpleton was going to be fucked good and hard by this purple thing, something she had never seen before. The scene unfolded with Patricia placing the phallic end into his waiting mouth, almost as if it had been rehearsed; his opened mouth just begging to have it inside. Standing above both of them now, she stated, “I’m not putting this on myself” as she glared at nancy . Nancy needed no extra words; she stood and instinctively knew how to put the harness on to her new Mistress. Cinching up the buckles just enough to keep it on, it was time to retrieve the now moist feeldoe from his mouth. Needing just enough space to insert it into herself, she enjoyed this part and would rarely let anyone else do this. It was erotic for her to have a penis jetting out in front of her, admiring it, she placed one hand over the tip, causing the bulb part inside her to push on areas that craved attention. It made her moan softly. Nancy, sensing she was ready to be strapped down good and tight helped her fit it through the open crotch . The stark contrast of black leather and the soft purple color was invigorating. Both the simpleton and nancy wondered what it would feel like inside them. The simpleton was to be first. Having the plug in for so long, he would be ready for all she could give him, and picking up her crop from the chair, he was about to be ridden… ridden hard. Or so he thought.
“Simpleton,” she began. “You’ve been a good boi; I want to reward you for all your obedience to me.” The words were wonderful to his ears, he let his guard down as they flowed about his head. She continued, “Yes, you’ve done all I asked this day, and this has pleased your Mistress greatly. Now, simpleton, lay down on your back.” As he did, Patricia took the ball of twine, and started to wrap his hands together with it, round and round both hands making them immovable from each other. Then taking then end of the twine, tied another knot again around his already plump swollen balls, pulling his balls tight up to his tied hands and tying it off thus, forcing him to keep his hands still as any movement caused the already tight twine to pull further on his balls that were already stretched too tight. All this was done without a word spoken; all that could be heard in the room was anxious breathing as to what was to come next from all concerned.
It was the next sentence that had the effect she had hoped for, as it was written all over the simpleton’s face. “Stay still, my simpleton, as I have nancy get on all fours above you.” What? No, no, his mind screamed, this is for me, me! I’m the one to be fucked … good and hard… me! Her words were like a knife cutting through his childlike thoughts. You don’t deserve anything…EVER! You’re here to serve me… get that through your head!” Nancy, catching every word, did not want to get caught in the cross fire. She found herself getting up, and now standing over the simpleton, lowered herself on all fours with her face directly over his. It was at this moment his mind gave in, trying to move his hands to get up only caused a pain to shoot out from his groin; the more he moved the more painful it became. Connecting the dots, his will or hers, hers was less painful for him. He laid still.
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