The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

Martin gave him a quick nod and left, closing the door behind him. Felicity looked at the food, she could smell the succulent aroma of the fresh shrimp and homemade salad dressing. She scooted closer to the meal and began mixing it up, shifting lettuces, shrimp and other veggies around the bowl with her fork. Alistair watched as she began to dig into the food. He liked a woman with a healthy appetite. More importantly, he loved everything about her. From her sexual innocence to her sexual aggression. He loved the fact that she was funny, even when she wasn't actively trying to be. She was smart and holding conversations with her was pure joy. He loved her attitude, feisty, tenacious on one side yet, yielding and loving on the other.

  “Oh my goodness, this salad is delicious!” Felicity declared with gusto.

  Alistair chuckled under his breath. “I'm glad to see you're enjoying it. It's one of my post popular entrees on the menu.”

  “You know, speaking of the menu, you really should expand it. I know the Porterhouse Elm isn't really why this place exists, but still, it's an attraction and people who may not even know about its real purpose still enjoy eating here,” Felicity said.

  “Are you giving me business advice?” Alistair asked, one eyebrow cocked.

  Felicity shrugged. “I'm just saying. Everything on your menu is amazing. You must have a world class chef back there whipping things up. You can make so much more money if you added more food items.”

  “It would be attention I'm not entirely trying to draw which is why I make it exclusive by charging a monthly fee just to dine here.”

  “All the more reason to offer more food. People are paying, like what? Fifty dollars a month to eat here? They should be able to get some gourmet tacos or crab legs or lobster fettuccine at some point,” Felicity argued.

  Alistair was taken by surprised by Felicity's business sense. “You pose a valid point. Perhaps I may extend the menu. Why don't you write down five new dishes you'd like to see and I'll add them.”

  Felicity eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

  Alistair nodded. “I value your opinion”

  She wanted to cry, she was so touched that he was taking her seriously. That he cared about what she wanted... that her opinion mattered to him. Maybe should could tell him she loved him. Maybe it wouldn't send him screaming in the other direction. Soon.

  “Thank you, Alistair. I'll think of a few dishes.” She smiled then put another forkful of food into her mouth.

  Alistair went back to his computer. He had put off at least a week's worth of paperwork in place of taking Felicity on dates in addition to their daily lessons. He wanted to spoil her, lavish her with gifts. Most of all, he wanted to see her happy. However, those little excursion meant double the work right now. He would start her scene at ten, providing he was through.

  Felicity finished her meal and glanced at the clock. It was fifteen minutes past eight. She needed to get ready. “Alistair, can I go down to The Pleasure Room?”

  “Of course. I didn't expect you to want to stay up here with me while I ignore you for business,” he joked. “Although, if I wanted to keep you here, I would.”

  “And I'd stay. I'd be bored out of my mind, but I'd stay. I might even be naughty and start doing things, you know... acting out to demand your attention,” she teased.

  Alistair's fingers froze over his keyboard and his eyes locked on her. Sweet Jesus! he thought. This woman was almost too much for him. His lusty gaze roamed over her, devouring every inch of her curves.

  Damn it, Felicity! You're about to get shit started when you KNOW you have to be somewhere else! she reminded herself.

  “I'm going to make you pay for that statement later on tonight. Now go before you distract me further,” Alistair seductively threatened.

  “Okay,” was Felicity's sweet-as-candy reply. She breathe a sigh of relief that her randiness didn't cost her the opportunity of a lifetime. But then she groaned when she thought about the missed fun she could have had not only at Alistair's expense, but with him.

  She hurried to the dungeon, making sure she had her little lipstick camera at the ready. She made a public appearance for ten minutes, even chatting a bit with Miranda before excusing herself to the “bathroom” which really meant room: “Heaven's Gate”. Alistair named all of his private rooms names related to—what else—pleasure. She found the room easily having explored the Pleasure Room at length in the weeks she'd been patronizing. She looked around: no guards. Thank God, she thought. After testing the knob and seeing that it was unlock, she turned on her lipstick camcorder.

  She cracked the door, peeking inside and was shocked by the sight she saw: Dwight Goldberg, mayor of the city of Chicago, was buck naked and contained in a stockade complete with fucking rod. His cock was rock hard and oozing a generous amount of pre-cum. The dildo was implanted inside him and he was being forced to lick his mistress' heeled boot. His mistress was a dynamic presence all on her own. Long, flowing jet black hair, bright, blue eyes and what some men might describe as 'tits for days' and a perfect hour-glass figure. To Felicity, even with the mask, she looked like a dominatrix Wonder Woman and just as beautiful. No wonder the mayor was so attracted to her. Felicity was sure his 'less than attractive by comparison' wife knew nothing about the other woman in Dwight's life.

  “That's it you filthy fucking dog, lick the dirt from my boot,” the mistress barked her order.

  “Yes, Mistress!” Dwight began to lick her vinyl boot with even more relish.

  The mistress looked over at Felicity and she gave her a wink. Felicity lowered the camcorder inside the room placing it on the floor, already recording.

  “You've been such a fucking disappointment lately. Cumming all over yourself like some wild animal without my permission. I'm going to put your cock and balls through so much torture!” she taunted and reach over, yanking on his thick erection.

  Dwight moaned and quaked as she pulled and slightly twisted his dick. She reached a bit lower, slapping his testicles.

  “Oh, would you look at these, all fully loaded with more cum. I should milk you like a fucking cow and make you drink it!” She straightened up, grabbing a handful of his salt and pepper locks and yanked his head upwards so that he was starring at her only. “I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, you fucking dog!”

  Dwight moaned, his lips slick with his saliva as he licked them. “Yes, Mistress. Please punish me for disobeying you. I've been so bad, so undeserving. I need you to punish me,” he begged.

  Feeling more of a interloper than she meant to be, Felicity slipped out, closing the door behind her.

  “Oh my God!” she whispered in shock. She had to remember not to judge him. Alistair never would. He'd probably slap his face and spit on him if he felt that's what Dwight needed. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what that level of humiliation felt like. She couldn't understand why he was so sexually aroused by it. Would she ever want to know? She hurried away from the door, returning to the dungeon. She made sure to compose herself before walking inside, hoping her face wasn't as red as it was when she'd seen Dwight being dominated.

  She walked over to a leather bench and sat down. Miranda was in the middle of a scene with her new female sub. The woman was bound on elbows and knees to a punishment bench, her vagina bared for all in attendance. She was being caned by Miranda and each time the cane landed on her bare skin, it left a little red mark. Felicity remembered what that felt like all too well. It was also the first time she'd ever went into a subspace, but not the last. Alistair was quite skilled with all sorts of BDSM gear and he'd put her in an array of emotional states, some she didn't even have a name for.

  Around ten o'clock, Alistair entered the dungeon, still dressed in his charcoal gray two-piece suit and black pullover shirt. He took the seat beside Felicity, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. His other hand slid between her thighs, gliding upwards until they pushed against the leather of her thong flap. Felicity jerked and gasped and then moaned as he gently stroked his fingers over the p
iece of leather.

  “I see you're quite ready for tonight's festivities,” Alistair purred in her ear. His fingers hitting home with each stroke.

  Felicity began to pant as she spread her legs a little wider. “Yes, sir.”

  “That's wonderful news, Felicity. I need you to be ready for me at all times.” He leaned over licking that ticklish spot behind her ear and she shivered. “You are mine, Felicity.” he said, possessively.

  “Always,” Felicity breathed as she closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to take her.

  “Tell me how much you want me,” Alistair whispered against the skin of her neck as he planted soft kisses.

  “I want you so bad, I can hardly breathe when you're not with me,” Felicity said, it was an honest confession.

  Alistair pulled the flap of Velcro away, revealing her pussy. His hands pressed against the sensitive flesh, massaging. “Oh, you're so close to cumming, aren't you?”

  “Yes, Alistair.” She whimpered as he hit a target spot.

  “Do you want to cum?”

  “Yes, please. Please let me cum,” she begged as she grew closer to that moment.

  Alistair slipped two fingers inside, scissoring them back and forth as he pumped into her. “How close are you, Felicity?”

  “Oh God! So close!” she gasped as her hips raised from the bench.

  “I can tell by how wet your pussy is that you want to cum so desperately. Have you been thinking about my cock all day?” Alistair crocked his fingers, so that his knuckles rubbed against her labia and she cried out, breathing heavily.

  “Oh, oh, oh god! I'm... I'm cumming!” Her chest heaved as she threw her head back. But then tragedy struck when Alistair withdrew, leaving her on the very brink of elation. She looked at him, completely bewildered and disappointed.

  “Not quite yet, my dear. You have some making up to do for the infractions you earned,” Alistair said. He slipped his two fingers into his mouth, savoring her essence. “Mmm, I love the taste of your pussy.” He licked his lips, lapping whatever fluid might have missed his tongue.

  “Asshole,” Felicity said.

  Alistair's eyebrows shot up. “Oh, are we showing claws? That's going to cost you five infractions because at this point, you know better.” He yanked her legs further apart. “Your pussy belongs to me.” He pressed his hand against her vagina, his thumb rubbing her clit and Felicity quaked. “You're breasts belong to me.” Slowly, he slid his hand up her stomach, taking hold of one of her breasts, his fingers rubbing her nipple. “Your mouth belongs to me.” He leaned forward, kissing her. His tongue thrusting between her lips to caress hers. “I see now that you need a reminder,” he said once he pulled back.

  “I'm sorry, Alistair,” Felicity said, her face flushed with excitement.

  “That's better, but you still must be punished. Don't you agree?” he asked her.

  Felicity nodded. “I do. I was out of line and I need you to correct my behavior, sir. Remind me of your control.”

  Alistair's lips curled up at the ends as he brushed a hand through Felicity's long brunette tresses. “That is what you need. I will make sure this is a lesson you learn well.” He rose from the bench, hand extended towards her. “Come.”

  Felicity took his hand and stood up. She let him guide her to a piece of furniture she wasn't familiar with. She'd thought that between the two Pleasure Rooms, she'd seen all there was to dungeon torture furnishing, but apparently she was mistaken.

  “Stand there,” Alistair said, pointing to a spot in front of the device. She did as she was told. He walked behind her. “Put your hands behind your back.” She did and he placed her wrist inside the metal cuffs binding her hands to the pole. He knelt down, doing the same to her ankles, locking the padlocks on each cuff. He rose, wrapping a final restraint around her neck making sure it was loose enough to not cause her discomfort.

  “What is this called, sir?” Felicity asked, genuinely curious.

  Alistair smiled wickedly. “The Forced Orgasm Tower,” he replied.

  He walked away, leaving her bound to the tower with several dozen pairs of eyes watching her. Nobody dared touch her, respecting the rights of her Dom. When Alistair returned, he was carrying her purse. One of the waiters brought him a chair and he sat down as if he were about to have a worldly discussion. He placed the purse on his lap and opened it up. Felicity's eyes were glued to him, watching his every move.

  “Now I'm wishing I had brought something different to play with,” Felicity said, her voice cracking showing her nervousness.

  “That's another infraction,” Alistair said. “Besides, you made a perfect selection for what I have planned.” He pulled out a Hitachi Magic Wand. Rising from the chair, he walked over to Felicity, attaching the vibrator to the tower, then he pressed it up against her vagina making sure it rested firmly against her clit. He took the cord and plugged it into a electrical socket and returned to his chair, crossing one leg over the other. He held the remote control for the device in his hand.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked her.

  Felicity shook her head. “No, sir.”

  “Too bad,” Alistair clicked the device on and Felicity shook against the metal restraints. “You're not going anywhere, my dear. I have you buckled in there nice and tight.”

  He listened with sheer delight as the sound of her moans increased in volume as she squirmed against the tower. He watched her nipples grow erect as the juices from her overstimulated pussy slick the head of the massager. His own cock thickened and hardened within his pants. Tonight, he planned to fuck her, but not in front of everyone. That was something he wanted between them. Whenever he was inside of her, it was a special place, one he couldn't wait to visit.

  Felicity cried out as another orgasm threatened to surface. Alistair shut the machine off with a click of a button, leaving her panting and wanton as she tried to grind against the wand.

  “Ah, ah, ah, stay still, or I'll make your suffering tonight twice as long,” Alistair warned. “You try to cum without my permission again, I'll make you wear a Butterfly to work for a week and God have mercy on you if you dare turn it off.”

  The threat was bold and Felicity knew him well enough to know he wasn't bluffing. The last thing she wanted to do was have multiple orgasms at work or be squirming in her chair because she couldn't take the sensations any more.

  Felicity nodded. “I'm sorry, Alistair. Please forgive me.” she begged.

  “I'm a forgiving man, Felicity.” He pushed the button on the device and sent Felicity into another uproar. It wasn't long before she was screaming and begging to cum. Again and again, he brought her to the edge, but never let her go over it. Two hours passed as he tortured her, taunting her the entire time.

  “You should know... I once had a sub of mine who'd been wickedly disobedient bound to my tower for twelve hours. At one point, I left the wand on. Oh, she came so hard, over and over again until she couldn't take it. The pleasure was too much. She had to use her safe word. Should I do that to you, Felicity?”

  Sweat poured from Felicity's pores like running water. Tears flowed from her eyes as she looked at Alistair. “No... sir....” she panted almost lightheaded from the rush of pleasure repeatedly denied.

  “You're practically dripping, my dear,” he said in that sexy British voice of his. “I can't say that I've ever seen your pussy this wet before.” He rose, walking toward her. The tent inside his pants quite evident to all who watched them in between their own activities. He reached between Felicity's legs, scooping up the fluid there and brought his fingers to her lips. “Clean them.”

  The memory of their reverse role wasn't lost on her. Only she knew he wasn't going to lose control like she had. Felicity opened her mouth, tongue slipping out to lick his fingers clean. She could taste her own essence and the heady scent nearly brought her over the edge.

  “Very good.”

  “Are you going to let me go, sir?” she asked breathlessly.

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nbsp; “No.” Alistair click the button and the wand went into action. Felicity cried out, her center's hypersensitivity to the device nearly driving her mad with pleasure. Alistair traced his fingers over her body following the pattern of her leather harness. “Do you want to cum, Felicity?”

  “Yes! God yes, sir!” she belted out.

  “What are you going to give me if I let you cum?” he teased.

  “Whatever you want, sir.”

  “I want specifics, Felicity.” he turned the wand up higher.

  “Oh, fuck! Shit! Ah, mmmm, fuck!” Felicity moaned, nearly on the verge of hyperventilating.

  “Answer me, Felicity.”

  “I don't care! Whatever ever you want.... I'll suck your dick... I will... I swallow your cum the way you like!” she panted. “I'll rim your ass, just please let me cum!” she struggled against the unrelenting metal restraints.

  “Oh what a lovely picture you paint. Such a tempting offer. My cock drools at the thought of your lips around me, sucking my cum as it gushes down your throat,”Alistair said low enough that only she could hear.

  Felicity licked her own lips. “Mm hm, oh, ooh, fuck, Alistair please, stop, I can't take it!”

  “You can and you will.”

  She shook her head, left to right. “No, I swear, I can't take it. I need to cum so fucking badly. Please, I want to cum so hard for you.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you're making this about me, now? How is your orgasm a gift to me? Explain.”

  Felicity grimaced. How could he expect her to make logical statements at a time like this?! “I don't know... shit! I just need to cum!”

  “I don't know if you've learned your lesson. Understand, your orgasm is my gift to you. Just like my orgasm is my gift to you. Whatever pleasure I allow you to have is by my good graces and you should cherish every second of it... even now.” He leaned forward, kissing her cheek. “You better not cum, Felicity.”

  “Stop! Please, stop!” she begged, but he kept the vibrator going.

  “Convince me that you've learned your lesson, Felicity.” Alistair pinched her hard, plump nipples with his other hand. Switching from one to the other.