I was seeing my old cubicle-mate in a whole new light.
Rebecca sauntered over to Jacob, whose enjoyment of the proceedings was illustrated by the growing tent in his pants. She ran her tongue around and around the inside of Jacob’s left ear, making him shiver with delight. She pulled his loosened tie out of his collar, then tied it over his eyes in an improvised blindfold. Then she whispered something into his ear that made the tent in his trousers even bigger.
Blindfolded, Jacob stumbled in my direction. I met him half way, and he groped at the air until his hands found my shoulders. He pulled me close, and whispered, “Strip me naked, Jasmine.”
I sucked in my breath. I’d never stripped a total stranger naked before—let alone a Congressman.
Maybe there was hope for my career in Washington after all.
“All right,” I whispered back. “Stand still.”
He obeyed. My clit fluttered a bit as I felt a surge of power, just like I had back at the House of Flowers. I started by unbuttoning his conservative blue oxford shirt, which I could tell was custom-tailored by the fine stitching and the monogrammed initials on each cuff. He wore no undershirt, so each loosened buttonhole revealed a glimpse of Jacob’s firm, muscular chest, with its light coating of sandy-blonde hair. I threw wide the unbuttoned shirt and ran my palms up and down his chest and abdomen, which were hard and rippled underneath my fingers—and growing slick with sweat as he became more and more aroused. I traced my fingers in ever-narrower circles on his hard pecs until they landed on his razor-sharp nipples, which I pinched, rubbed, and plucked until he groaned. My fingers strayed lower, until they reached the dark “love line” of hair leading to his groin. I ran my fingers up and down that line, up and down, slowly and steadily, until they finally settled on his belt buckle.
“Please,” he whispered, nudging me closer to his bursting crotch. “Please.”
I laughed softly. “Ah, but have patience,” I breathed. “I haven’t finished with your upper half just yet.”
I felt the rigid confines of Jasmine Rand slipping away and slowly being replaced by my alter-ego, Hyacinth Slaughter. I wasn’t sure how much Jacob and Rebecca would appreciate a full-fledged S&M mistress (not that I even knew how to be one just yet), but given their rather unusual tastes, I figured that trying out some subtle master-and-slave tricks wouldn’t hurt.
“Now, Jacob, from now on you will do everything I say,” I ordered in a soft, gentle voice. “You will remain quiet and patient until I have finished undressing you in my own way, no matter how long it takes. You will not remove your blindfold or try to peek through it. You will not speak unless you are spoken to. You will not question me, or ask me to do anything special, but you will enjoy whatever it is that I am doing to your body. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” he whispered.
By the looks of his crotch, Jacob and I were going to do just fine as mistress and slave.
And Rebecca was pretty turned on by the idea, too—she’d stretched herself out full-length on the chaise lounge, stroking her clit while she watched Jacob and I intently.
I returned my attention to Jacob’s still-clothed shoulders, arms, and back. I reached for one shirt cuff, then the other, slipping his solid-platinum cufflinks out of the sleeves and then setting them carefully on the endtable. I tugged at the end of one sleeve a little at a time until it slid off his shapely arm, revealing his toned biceps and triceps—by the look of that arm, the Congressman could very well be spending more time in the gym than he did on the floor of Congress. I tugged at the other sleeve until the shirt came off completely, then I wrapped the shirt around and around Jacob’s head until it had become a thick, confining mask that I knew would make it impossible for him to see anything, even in his peripheral vision. I pulled up just enough of the cloth so his mouth and nose were exposed. “There,” I said. “Now I won’t have to worry about you doing any peeking until I’m finished with you.”
Jacob grinned. He was enjoying this to no end.
I got down on my knees, so that Jacob’s crotch was at eye-level. I reached for his belt buckle, tugged at the loose end of his belt and eased the slack out of the buckle inch by inch. By the time I was loosening the belt prong from its slot, Jacob’s throbbing member had practically ripped a hole through the front of his pants. Once the buckle was fully unfastened, I yanked the belt from Jacob’s belt loops in one swift, leather-cracking motion. Then I seized his wrists and wrapped the belt tightly around and around, binding them together. Jacob licked his lips with pleasure at the notion of being tied up.
Now he was my prisoner.
Rebecca was getting mighty turned on by this point, too. She’d flipped over onto all fours to get a better view of me knocking her powerful Congressman boyfriend into submission. And she was making good use of her considerable flexibility by reaching one hand back between her legs to stroke her sex while still maintaining a spry all-fours position. Rebecca was poised and ready for action from her powerful political beau as soon as he was naked.
Provided I released him to her pleasure, of course. I was having such a good time with Jacob under my power that it might be quite a while before he would be available to service Rebecca.
I shifted my focus to the front of Jacob’s trousers. They had an old-fashioned button fly; I found it a bit tricky to work those buttons because Jacob’s swollen equipment was straining so hard against the fabric. Knowing it would take me quite awhile as a result, I decided to make the procedure into an unusual element of foreplay. I pressed my fingers against the top fly-button, gently pushing it inward against Jacob’s throbbing, straining cock and balls.
That sure got his attention. The Congressman jerked up ramrod-straight and threw his head back in ecstasy. He rocked his hips forward against my pressing fingers, looking for more.
And I gave it to him.
I pressed the top fly-button harder into Jacob’s thick, erect cock, making him squeal with delight. Then I worked the button around and around in a slow circle of pressure, making sure to move the fly-fabric underneath along with it, creating an intense mixture of pressure and friction against his most sensitive parts. After almost a full minute of that, I finally worked the button free of its buttonhole, revealing a tiny slice of the Congressman’s bare skin and sandyblonde pubic hair.
The freshman representative from Rhode Island went commando.
I wondered if they knew that on C-SPAN.
Instead of moving on to the next fly-button right away, I stroked and tickled the tiny slip of Jacob’s bare genitals that had revealed themselves between the narrow slit in his partially open fly. It was the point where his cock met his groin—an important area that got far too little attention, in my opinion. I made it my business to give it the best treatment it had ever had.
I slid my finger into the tiny accessible space underneath Jacob’s cock, found the throbbing main vein there with my fingertip, and began pressing it in a slow, steady rhythm. Then I leaned forward and placed my mouth on the exact point where his cock met his groin, and began to suck on the downbeat of that rhythm.
And the Congressman seemed to like that just fine, if his groans were any example.
Rebecca did, too. She abandoned her all-fours position on the chaise lounge in favor of splaying herself out flat and wide on the floor just to my right. She seemed perfectly content with the fact that it would still be quite some time before Jacob’s member would make it inside her sheath; indeed, by the look of her bucking hips and sweating sex, she was so focused on satisfying herself, she might not even mind if I decided to let Jacob take me first.
After a minute or two of me sucking and pressing on that oh-so-sensitive spot, Jacob’s entire body was shaking. I could feel the tension and pressure building in his cock and balls to almost the point of no return, and knew that if I didn’t let up a bit, he’d come all over his gray pinstriped Brooks Brothers before either Rebecca or I had a chance to really enjoy him.
So I decided to put
on the brakes a bit. I finished unbuttoning Jacob’s fly without fanfare, then slid his pants off one leg at a time. His cock popped eagerly skyward the moment it was free, and his balls had already tucked themselves high and tight against his groin in anticipation of blowing their load very, very soon. But they wouldn’t blow their load just yet—not if I could help it.
“Stay right here,” I told him. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move an inch, or there will be consequences.” I let him imagine just what those consequences might be.
I left Jacob standing in the middle of the room and headed for the bathroom, where I had a full ice-bucket waiting. I grabbed the ice-bucket and a clean washcloth, which I soaked under cold running water from the tap. I returned to the main suite with both items in tow, and found Jacob standing frozen and obedient in the middle of the room, right where I’d left him. Rebecca, meanwhile, had sidled herself up behind her naked lover, and was rubbing her body up against his. She was running her breasts up and down his back and stroking him between the buttocks—probably to see if she could elicit some kind of response. To my delight, Jacob was resisting all of her efforts in order to obey my command to keep still.
I placed myself between them. “If you don’t mind, Rebecca, I need to chill the Congressman out a bit,” I said. “Otherwise the fun will be over before we even start.”
Rebecca’s face fell. “Don’t worry,” I reassured her. “There’s something fun in this ice bucket for you, too.”
“Oh really?” Rebecca asked. She didn’t seem convinced.
“Allow me to illustrate,” I replied. I motioned for Rebecca to lean back upon the bed, with her lower hips and legs hanging off. She obeyed, but still looked doubtful.
“This is one of my favorite things to do to pleasure myself,” I said. Which was true, even if it had been a very long time since I’d done it with any regularity. But in my college and young-adult years, my favorite private masturbation game was straight out of 9 ½ Weeks. I felt my crotch sizzle at the thought of making Rebecca’s freeze, and buzzed with the intimate knowledge I had about the kind of mind-blowing pleasure she was about to experience. I only wished I hadn’t been so uptight for the past several years, so I could have enjoyed it more myself.
I spread Rebecca’s legs wide and planted myself between them on the floor, and placed the ice bucket within easy reach. “Brace yourself,” I said. “This will be a little cold. But you’ll love it, I promise.”
I selected a large, long chunk of ice and slid it into Rebecca’s vagina. She yelped and squirmed, but spread her legs wider, as if to ask me to give her more. So I did.
I slid five more chunks of ice inside Rebecca’s sheath, filling up the empty space left when the first chunk melted, then filling and stretching her even more when she seemed ready to burst. I kept refilling the empty space in her vag whenever the ice melted with my left hand, then selected an especially large, round chunk of ice from the bucket with my right. While continuing to keep Rebecca’s vag full and stretched to the limit with ice, I used the large chunk of ice in my right hand to stimulate her clit. I ran the ice chunk around and around her her red-hot button until it sought cover underneath its tiny hood. Rebecca moaned, cried, bucked her hips, and came, shrieking and thrashing. Her jerking body finally came to rest, but as soon as she caught her breath, she begged for more.
“I need to move on to Jacob now,” I said. “But there’s plenty of ice left. You can use it to please yourself. You’ll probably like it even better that way. I know I always did.” I poured a pile of ice into one of the large water glasses I found on the bedside table, and left it in Rebecca’s reach.
Now it was time to chill out Jacob’s overheated parts just enough so Rebecca and I would be able to enjoy them to their full potential.
The ice inside the bucket was about halfway melted, leaving a frigid, slushy mixture of ice and water. Perfect for what I had in mind.
Jacob still stood at attention in the center of the room, the improvised mask still over his head and his arms firmly at his sides. His cock pointed straight upward dripping happy juice, and his balls were pulled back, tight and ready to blow.
I dipped my fingers in the ice-cold slush and then ran them down the Congressman’s chest. His breath caught and he shivered, but he made no sound. “I’m back, Jacob. Did you miss me?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Well, I was servicing your lady friend, and now I’m here to service you, Congressman, so all of us can get busy together,” I purred. “I’ll just need to do a little work downstairs so you’ll be ready for the festivities. Hope you don’t mind.” I shook the ice bucket next to Jacob’s ear so he could get at least some idea of what was to come.
“This will be cold,” I warned. I dipped my fingers in the slush again and then traced a line of ice water down the length of Jacob’s shaft. He shuddered, and a slow grin spread across his face. “Do you like that?” I asked.
He nodded again.
“Good. Because things are about to get a lot colder downstairs. Brace yourself.” I took the ice bucket in both hands, and lifted it and its contents over and around Jacob’s equipment, fully immersing it in the frigid brew. He cried out and began breathing heavily.
“Too much for you?” I asked. “If so, just tell me to take it away.”
He shook his head vigorously, and grinned even wider to indicate he was enjoying the edgy mix of pain and pleasure sensations the ice water was sending up and down his cock.
“Excellent,” I said, giving the ice bucket a little shake for good measure. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.”
Jacob wasn’t even close to having enough, it seemed. He began to buck and swirl his hips so the ice-slush mixture could get maximum friction around his genitals.I moved the ice bucket to meet his thrusts, and Jacob, the ice, and me bumped and grinded that way for almost five minutes. By the time he’d finally had his fill, the ice was totally melted and the water was warm.
The Rhode Island Congressman’s equipment was generating so much heat, in fact, that a little cloud of steam was rising from his cock and balls.
He was hot—in more ways than one.
I set the ice bucket aside and went to inspect Jacob’s machinery. I manipulated his dick with both hands, measuring its thickness and hardness. It was rock-hard and ramrod-straight, and nearly as thick as my wrist, but after careful inspection I found that it didn’t seem on the verge of exploding any more. And Jacob’s balls and scrotum had relaxed back down, keeping their load in reserve. The ice-water had done the trick. He was right and ready for plenty of action.
I slowly and carefully removed the leather belt from the Congressman’s wrists, then unwrapped the improvised mask and blindfold from his forehead. Like a good slave, he kept his wrists together and his eyes clasped tightly shut until I gave him the command to relax and open them. “You are good and obedient, Jacob,” I said in my heaviest Hyacinth Slaughter voice. “You may speak now if you wish.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he said. “May I call you Mistress? And would you mind calling me Slave instead? I love it when a woman dominates me.”
I seemed to have a real talent in the dominatrix department. Maybe it was high time for me to go invest in a leather jumpsuit and some whips.
Maybe I could even open my own business specializing in Congressional clients—because from what I’d seen thus far, rich and powerful Congressmen sure liked being bossed around in the bedroom.
I wondered what would happen if their constituents knew about that. I figured a lot more would get done in our government if word ever got out that all voters had to do was show up at their elected representatives’ houses dressed in black leather carrying a cat-o-nine-tails and a set of handcuffs in order to get their senator or representative to fix their Social Security or vote to re-route noisy airline flight paths.
“Yes, Slave, I will address you as Slave from now on,” I boomed at the Congressman. (My voice was so deep, loud, and sultry that Rebecca stopped p
leasuring herself mid-stroke and immediately jerked her head in our direction.) “But I also hereby command you to address me as Mistress Hyacinth from now on. That command applies to both of you. The name Jasmine Rand does not exist in our sex play. Understood?”
Jacob nodded. Rebecca smiled, got up from her perch on the bed and sauntered over. “Understood,” she cooed. “You know Jasmine—I mean, Mistress Hyacinth—I always thought you’d make a good dominatrix.” With that, she kissed me open-mouthed, with lots of tongue.
I kissed her back for a moment, relishing the taste of her, but then remembering my position as the boss lady of these proceedings, pushed her away. “Thanks for the compliment, Rebecca, but you and I need to establish what our relationship is going to be here,” I said. “If you’re going to be my Slave, then you can’t touch or kiss me without permission. On the other hand, if you’d like to be my co-dominatrix—“
“Then we can both dominate Jacob,” she finished. “Which is exactly what we had in mind when we came down here in the first place. And if that works out okay for you, we were hoping to get in on some of your other engagements here at the resort, too. Isn’t that right, Jacob—I mean, Slave?”
The Congressman grinned and nodded, then cast a subtle glance downward at his swollen equipment, as if to suggest that we stop talking and start bumping and grinding.
“We can continue this discussion after this little bit of fun is over,” I said. “In the meantime, Rebecca, I’ll need you and your cute little Congressman here to get on all fours.”
They both obeyed me without question.
I was really starting to enjoy this whole dominatrix-power thing.
I mulled over what I could do with the two of them in such an uncompromising position. Spanking was certainly in order. Maybe even some probing of certain secret passages. My crotch temperature went up fourfold as my mind raced with possibilities. If only Reginald hadn’t snarfed my Rabbit—then I could leverage the lessons I’d learned from Mistress Violet and have some serious fun with those two fleshy, upturned behinds.
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