She led me down a hall to her spacious bedroom, which contained a large four-poster bed made of redwood with a matching dresser and chest of drawers. The room had a rustic feel like the rest of the house, but the bed covers, art and knickknacks covering the dresser provided a feminine ambiance.
“Come here and let me undress you.”
“Do you not undress by the door?” I asked as I realized we remained fully clothed.
“No, I don’t. As I’ve said, Marcello is a different breed and you would do yourself a service to remember it. Come here, please,” she repeated.
“Do I have choice?”
“We always have a choice, Jane, but the consequences of a bad report from me will cost you. Besides you’ll enjoy yourself immensely if you just relax.”
I approached her warily. She pulled my shirt over my head and reached behind me to unhook my bra. My rounded breasts settled into their natural position. Janice leaned forward to take my right nipple into her mouth and tugged on my piercing.
“Oh,” I said as my body responded.
“Yes,” she said as she switched to my other breast.
I leaned my head back, taking in the sensation of beautiful, curvy, raven haired Janice loving my body.
Unbuttoning my jean shorts, she tugged them down and around my feet. She kissed her way up my left thigh and around my panties.
My arousal banished all thoughts of Marcello and Luke as I savored the tenderness of a woman’s touch.
She slid my panties down my legs and told me to step out of them.
She rose up to my height, her sensual dark eyes probing mine. Stepping in closer, she softly kissed my mouth. “Hmmm,” she said.
Her full pouty lips felt so different from Luke’s. Although he was always clean-shaven, the skin on his face still had a roughness to it. Janice’s face, on the other hand, felt silky smooth and smelled of lavender and honey. Her kisses, so gentle, pulled at my resolve.
Where men tended to dominate my mouth she danced her tongue slowly, coaxing me to sway with her. The more passive dance stirred me.
“Lie down, please,” Janice said. She gave me a slight push back onto the mattress and laughed. “Please scoot yourself to the edge.”
I shifted my body so my legs hung off the bottom of the bed.
“Yes, like that,” she said, lifting my legs back for me to hold. She lowered her head and began kissing her way around my already wet pussy.
I finally had to admit that my body had developed a will of its own, because everything I thought I knew about myself and my own sexuality had changed. I also considered at the time that Luke had a strange idea of punishment. Or possibly Marcello’s orchestration existed in direct contrast to Luke’s intention.
Janice’s lips and tongue transported me to another place. The stress I had suffered since the moment I first met Luke vanished. For the very first time I relinquished all dominion. Looking back it seems ironic that I would finally and completely let myself go with Janice—the very thing that Luke had been trying to compel me to do ever since our first encounter. With Janice it seemed easy and natural.
She teased my clit with her tongue and explored my lips and vaginal opening with her fingers. The dual sensations of her tongue and fingers had me panting and squirming for more.
“Oh … oh … Janice, so good,” I said, laughing at myself but moaning uncontrollably.
She lifted her head and said, “This is just the beginning, my plaything. This day will be ingrained in your memory forever.”
She lowered her head to my mound and I moaned out my intense gratification. She kept licking and touching me until I came. The exquisite release of my orgasm brought with it a deep emotional gratification.
She stood at the foot of the bed and undressed for me. Her curvaceous body had no rival. Her areolas showed much darker than mine and her nipples were much smaller. It baffled me that my athletic build could be appealing to Luke after he’d had her.
Janice lay on the bed next to me and encircled me in her arms. It was as if a younger version of me were receiving the nurturing she needed. Her soft hands caressed my body and I touched her velvety skin. I followed the curve of her hip to her tiny waist up her side to her amble bosom. Where I only had a handful, she had been endowed with full, firm breasts.
The touch of her tiny hands while I kneaded her body stimulated me even more. She nuzzled my neck as I ran my hands down her back. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me to her.
When she released me I said, “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. You are truly beautiful. I bet you’re a sight to see when you cum. This next time, I want you looking in my eyes when you orgasm. I want you to see me.”
“Okay,” I said, but the idea made me blush. I noticed a mark on her left side, just inside her pelvic bone. “What is that, a tattoo?” It looked brand new, the skin still raised.
“It’s Marcello’s initials and it’s not a tattoo.”
I sat up and scooted closer. After touching it, I finally realized what it was. “You let him brand you?” I asked. I looked away from the mark and saw the amusement in her eyes.
“You can’t begin to imagine the things you’ll be willing to do. Tomorrow night will be just the start.”
“Now you are making me even more worried. Please tell me no one will be branding me.”
She laughed and said, “No branding will take place. Please lean back toward the headboard and place your arms above you.” She stood and straddled me on the bed, fixing my arms to a strap.
She hopped off the bed and sauntered over to her redwood dresser. “I have something for you to experience.”
I lifted my head to see what she had in her hands and groaned. “Please no, not that again.”
“This one’s a bit different,” she said, trailing a similarly braided leather whip over my body.
“Looks the same to me but ohhhhh ...” I said.
“Put your head down and relax.” She climbed onto the bed again and sat down next to me. She whipped me lightly across my breast and stomach. I was set ablaze by the slight sting but the slow drag of the braids sent chills throughout my body. She worked her way down both legs and back to my breasts. When she whipped my nipples a bit harder, they responded by becoming fuller and more erect.
The sensation of that whip burned euphoric. The lash of it coupled with the strands stroking my body, strike after strike, had me squirming for release.
“Lift your legs for me again, like before.”
I raised my legs, and what she did next took me totally by surprise.
With her toy she whipped my mound and clit.
“Oh my god,” I said.
“Good, right?” she said. “I knew you’d like this.”
She continued to whip my body, bringing the toy back time and again to my clit. She increased the strength of her strikes and I closed my thighs, laughing and groaning at the intensity.
“Spread those legs,” she ordered.
I tried my best to hold them open and it became a matter of will to not jerk them closed each time. She kept her focus on my clit, striking it softly over and over again with the whip.
I lifted my head and said, “I’m going to cum. Ohhhhhh, I’m so going to cum … uhhhhh.”
She looked directly at me as she continued to whip my warm wet pussy.
“Oh fuck, oh my god. I’m cumming so fucking hard.”
I maintained eye contact until my eyes rolled around in my head from the sheer intensity of the experience.
As I recovered, Janice lay down next to me and ran her hand lightly up and down my sides and stomach.
“You’re beautiful, Jane,” Janice said as she untied my arms.
“Thank you,” I said, my eyes still closed.
“The desire on your face as you came was truly remarkable. I’ve never seen anything like it. No wonder Luke married you. Marcello isn’t the only one who wants you for himself.”
“You mean Luke?” I said.
“You?”
“Yes, me. Someday these men will be done with us, or we will be done with them. In any case we will be ruined for anyone else other than each other.”
“I’m heterosexual, Janice,” I said, shifting away from her.
“I can tell,” she said, laughing. “It’s apparent that denial lives large with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you have ideas in your head of how you should be and what you should respond to or maybe what’ve you enjoyed in the past. But the truth of the matter is very different than what you think it should be. Maybe it’s time for you to just accept that you’re a slut and that the things you thought would turn you off, turn you on.”
“I’m a slut?” I asked incredulously.
“Of course, as am I. You’ve allowed your husband to send you away for three days to another man’s home. There is real empowerment in owning who and what you are.”
“I’m doing all of this for Luke.”
“Tell yourself whatever you have to, to get by. I’m just saying there’s more power in owning it.”
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“For the next few days?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know and couldn’t tell you if I did. I will tell you that we will spend the rest of this day and part of the next enjoying each other. I do know there is a party tomorrow night and I expect you will figure prominently.”
“What does that mean?”
“Hmmm. In some way you’ll be the center of attention, I imagine, but that’s all I’m willing to say. I’ve probably said too much. Please don’t mention it to anyone.”
I laughed. “Who is there to tell?”
“I’m just saying,” she said, shrugging.
“Okay.”
* * *
True to Janice’s word, we played together for most of the rest of the day.
After we had lain around for a while and I had recovered she pulled out her bottom drawer for me to see.
“Oh my god!” I said, scanning the different toys filling the space. “Do you use all of these?”
“At one time or another. You know how it goes with these men; I can’t play with myself without permission now.
I couldn’t help asking, although I really didn’t want to know, “Did you use these with Luke?” My stomach clenched before she even responded.
“I don’t know about with you, but Luke wasn’t much into toys.”
Relief flooded me and I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re a funny one,” she said and gently touched my cheek. “Jealousy is a really hard thing to deal with in our lifestyle.”
“This is all new to me.”
“What do you mean?” The smile from her face dropped.
“Domination, discipline, having sex with other people … all of it,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Well, I assumed you were green but not totally inexperienced. Does Luke know?”
I chuckled, “Of course he does.”
“I see,” she said but I couldn’t tell what was going on in that head of hers. “So pick something.” She pointed into the drawer.
The toys were all piled together so I carefully stirred things around to try to make sense of it all. I picked up a strap-on and said, “For women? Have you had girlfriends?”
“That one in particular I bought when I was with a Dom before I met Luke. He would get angry if I purchased a toy and then rarely used it—or at least not as much as he thought I should. He didn’t care for waste, so as a joke I bought that. I knew he would never let me near his ass and I thought it was rather funny.”
“Did he punish you?”
“Of course he did, as I imagined he would. I still thought he might see the humor in it, too,” she breathed out heavily, “but his idea of ‘funny’ was to not let me cum for a week. Trust me when I say that really was not funny.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry Janice but it’s rather hysterical, this lifestyle we have chosen.” Continuing to search through her stash, I asked, “So why do you have three of them?”
“After Mr. No Humor, I dated a woman for a while. She was gorgeous and submissive and I almost certainly could have fallen in love with her but for one thing ...”
“Which was?” I asked, finding her disclosures fascinating.
“She had no cock.” Janice winked at me.
“Oh my god,” I cracked up, “that is not what I thought you were going to say! You are too funny.”
“Sorry, it’s true. Can you imagine going through life never blowing a cock again? Never being fucked hard by a live, warm dick? I can’t.” She smiled at my shocked expression.
“Well, no, but I don’t have the same interest in women you seem to have.”
“Maybe, or maybe not. My girlfriend wasn’t at all okay with me fucking men. I found that out when she left me.”
I didn’t know what to say so I kept looking through the treasure trove. There was also a variety of vibrators, butt plugs, and dildos. I picked up the double-sided beige rubber dildo—sure it must be a gag gift. It had to be more than a foot long and super thick. “You don’t really use this?” I asked.
“Oh that is one of my favorites. Let’s use that,” she said enthusiastically.
“It’s your body,” I laughed.
Janice handed me a bottle of lube and situated herself in the middle of the bed. “Mind grabbing a towel from the bathroom?” she said.
I left the big fake cock on the bed beside her and retrieved the towel. She raised her hips so I could place it underneath her.
“Come kiss me first,” she ordered.
As I lay naked next to her on the bed, she brushed my brown hair away from my face and pulled me toward her. Licking my lips, she murmured, “You taste so good. That’s one of the things I so love about women.”
“Mmm,” I said, kissing her, tasting her warm mouth.
Placing her hand behind my head, she increased the pressure of our kiss but kept her mouth loose and relaxed. As she swirled her tongue in my mouth, she pushed my hand down to her hairless pussy. I touched her there for the first time. Her lips were smooth as silk and very wet.
Spreading her juices around, I rolled her bulbous clit. Her larger nub protruded and felt good on my fingers.
“Oh yes, Jane, just like that,” she whispered, breathless.
Dipping down to her wetness I said, “Are you ready?”
“Yes please,” she said and scooted up onto the pillows behind her.
I smiled, thinking of Luke. If he planned to punish me like this again, I was all for it.
I scooted down the bed and covered one side of the fake phallus with lube. As I pushed the head into her pussy, she spread her legs farther apart to give me better access.
I watched her expression as I fed more into her.
“Oh that’s good,” she said, reaching down to play with her clit. She rubbed hard and frantically as I forced the large dildo in and out of her.
I increased the pace, using both hands to control the penetration.
“More,” she moaned.
I couldn’t force more of the length into her; I was hitting a wall.
“No, I mean … oh so good. I mean in my ass, you silly girl!”
I bent the dildo in half, lubing the second side. Holding one end in her pussy with one hand, I tried to slide the other end into her anus. It wouldn’t go in easily, so I used my finger to stretch her.
After pushing my finger in and out and around her, I tried the dildo again. With some force behind it, it slid home.
“Oh yes, Jane, that is so good, so fucking good.”
I pistoned the cock in and out, alternating the thick invasion.
Janice slapped her own pussy as I continued the assault. She looked so sexy propped up on her pillows, her breasts heaving, small nipples hard and prominent, legs spread and pulled back t
o give me full access.
What happened next completely took me by surprise. She yelled, “Don’t … stop and keep that … pace, oh, oh, oh!”
As she came, her face a beautiful twist of passion and release, she squirted high up in the air, some of her cum landing in my lap and on my chest. Squirt after squirt, her orgasm lasted far longer than any I had ever experienced.
She signaled with her hand for me to stop, so I pulled out the dildo and deposited it in the sink in the bathroom, taking the time to dry myself off.
Coming back into the room, I said, “You missed the towel.” I threw back my head and laughed.
After wiping herself off she threw the towel to the side of the bed and said, “Let’s snuggle.”
I gladly complied.
* * *
A woman in a pressed dress uniform finally brought us food around dinner time. Staff? Famished by the time she served us, I devoured the meal. Janice and I dined alone in her bedroom and again it irked me that I had yet to hear from Marcello. I should have felt grateful and relieved but instead suffered acute annoyance.
The next morning we took a long leisurely bath, washing each other and making out.
“I need to prepare you for tonight,” Janice said as I soaped her back.
“Oh, great.” A powerful groundswell of panic engulfed me as I paused and tugged on her shoulder, trying to see her face. “So tell me what I should expect.”
“No, I mean shaving and an enema and a massage,” she said over her right shoulder, smiling.
“Oh ...” I breathed out. “A massage?” I relaxed my scrunched shoulders, but only momentarily.
“Yes, you need to be loose and relaxed for tonight.”
“Why does that worry me?”
Janice swiveled her body to face mine. “I’ve been giving you great advice and I’m not sure you’re hearing it. Everything that will happen, you will enjoy if you let go of the idea of what you should and shouldn’t like. Stop fighting with your body. Surrender.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Maybe not, but it would make the next couple days much easier for you.”
We finished bathing each other as the stress that I’d managed to banish during my day with Janice returned stronger than before. The day passed way too quickly. By four o’clock we were granted a bowl of fruit, which I gobbled up.
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