by Powerone
She couldn’t believe she did it each time he told her to spread her legs. It was surreal as she obeyed without question. She looked down, and her body shivered when he ran his finger along the edge of her panties.
“I think they bunch too much here, Madam Tourseau.” He put his hand inside the edge of her panties and ran them from the top to her crotch. Her body trembled beneath his touch.
The juices flowed freely from her pussy. His fingers were inside the edge of her panties, and they ran over stray hairs as they rode up and down. She wished that he’d push them in deeper when he got to her crotch, but she was left wet and disappointed. He made her turn around, and he explored the edge of her panties in the back just as he did in the front.
“Bend over deep again,” he instructed her.
His fingers pushed in so close she was sure they touched her crack and came so close to her anus without actually touching it as she desired.
“Keep every pair except for this one, Madam Tourseau. I don’t think she’d be comfortable in them,” Mr. Harris told Madam Tourseau.
Just then, the door opened and Justine thought that more men were coming in and would see her naked. She was relieved it was a woman. She was exquisite. She thought it might be Mr. Hill’s wife, but this woman wasn’t a day over thirty. She walked over to them.
She leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “Have you been waiting long, dear?”
“No, not very long. I’ve been helping Ms. Richter in her selection. She’s new to our community,” Mr. Harris answered his wife.
“I hope to see you at some of our functions, Ms. Richter. It’s nice to have fresh faces and bodies, and yours is exceptional. It’ll be a nice addition.” She turned to her husband. “Come, dear, you can help me pick out some new clothes while Madam Tourseau helps Ms. Richter. I’m sure they can do it without your help.”
“It’s good to meet you, Mrs. Hill.” It was strange that she was meeting the neighbors while she was almost completely naked. They walked off and left her alone with Madam Tourseau.
“I’ll bring you some outfits now that we have your lingerie selected.”
It was two hours before they finished with a break in between so Madam Tourseau could help Mrs. Hill. There wasn’t anything unusual about the rest of the day, but Justine couldn’t put her displaying her almost-naked body so immodestly to Mr. Hill out of her head. It was as if it didn’t really happen, yet every detail was etched in her brain. She couldn’t wait to go home, for she knew she had to masturbate once again.
“If you need anything special, feel free to contact me. I can supply your every need and want,” Madam Tourseau told her as she left.
“What do you mean ‘special’?”
“You’ll know when the time comes.”
It left Justine with the continuing mystery. Mrs. Hill alluded to it, also. She spoke of the community functions and Justine’s fresh face and body.
She brought the new clothes home with her. She couldn’t believe it was ten thousand dollars that she spent, but Madam Tourseau furnished her with everything she’d need. She took more of the closet for her clothes. She’d have to do some major cleaning of the bedroom soon, but she had another urge she needed to scratch first.
She went back to the office and immediately went to the bookshelf. The door opened up, and Justine quickly turned the light on and entered. The room began to take on a new meaning for her. First, it was the stranger in the building outside, then it was the inanimate horse, and now, it was Mr. Hill. She submitted to them all and got a perverse pleasure from it. She didn’t understand her responses, but she couldn’t deny that they brought her pleasure like she never felt before.
She had to quench the lust between her legs. She wore only a robe, naked beneath it. She wanted nothing between her body and whatever she found that would take her. Her need was urgent, so it didn’t take her long to find what she needed to quench it. She found a vibrator that would do the trick. The next item was a surprise, not what she was looking for, but she wanted adventure. It was a rubber cock shaped anatomically correct all the way down to the thick hairs on the balls. It wasn’t that big, but it would be for her mouth. She’d never sucked a cock, and until now, she had vowed never to do it. But, she was in a room where whomever that was bound in the devices would have no choice in the matter. The rubber cock had a suction cup at the end of it. She pressed it up against the wall and secured it. She rubbed it and made it move, but it was secure. Common sense told her she should clean it first, but she didn’t. If it were a real cock, she wouldn’t have that opportunity, especially if she was bound. The cock would take her. She knelt on all fours on the floor, the rubber cock in front of her face.
Her ass rose up submissively as she pushed the vibrator between her legs with the setting on low to begin. She rubbed it up and down her slit, and her juices flowed freely. She pushed it into her pussy and felt her being spread open by it. She used two hands to guide it and increased the vibration to medium. It slowly began to fill her up, and she began to fuck herself with it. It felt good, although a real cock would be better. Her head began to move closer to the rubber cock that pushed out from the wall. It didn’t take long before it touched her clenched lips. She fought her inhibitions, and she lost. Her lips were forced to part, and once her lips were breached, she couldn’t keep it out. She was sure she could taste dried cum on it, although it might be her vivid imagination. She couldn’t back off it, the rubber cock refused to pull from her mouth.
Her head began to move in rhythm to the vibrator that fucked her pussy. She could see Mr. Hill in her mouth and the stranger in her pussy, both of them taking her while she was bound tight and helpless against their savage cocks. The vibrator felt good, but it was the rubber cock that split her lips and forced its way into her virgin mouth that inspired her lust. It was slick with her spit, but she couldn’t keep it from going too deep in her mouth, and it extracted a deep gag from her. Drool ran from her mouth.
It didn’t take long for her to cum again, but it wasn’t quite the same. Neither the vibrator nor the rubber cock shot her full of hot cum, and as much as she tried, she wasn’t as demanding as she needed. It was then that Justine knew that Sabrina had the help of others. The empty room wasn’t enough.
She put on the robe and went upstairs to get something to eat, forgetting about food all day. It had been a busy day. She wondered if the next day would bring more surprises. Her last orgasm didn’t quench her lust sufficiently.
Chapter 5
A Stranger Comes a Knocking
Justine had strange, erotic dreams that night, but it was expected after what happened the day before. She wondered what today would bring. She wanted to explore the house and the dungeon.
She had a small breakfast with a lot of coffee. Justine could never afford a Keurig coffee maker, but the house had the best one along with a full stock of exotic flavors. She was buzzing by the time she finished the third cup as the caffeine took over.
She took a shower and got dressed, but she put on some of the new clothes she bought. She felt overdressed, but she wanted to fit in. It was Friday, and she’d have to figure out what to do on the weekend for excitement.
It was eleven when she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart raced as she went to the front door. She should’ve looked out to see who it was, but she opened the door fearlessly.
She looked like a changed woman. She wore a lovely skirt that hugged her body and a silk blouse that draped over her breasts like a fine work of art. She wasn’t what he expected. “Good morning, Ms. Richter. I’m Michael Jenkins your next-door neighbor. I guess I’m the welcome wagon, and I bring gifts,” he joked.
He might be older but that didn’t mean anything to Justine. He couldn’t be a day over forty and the most handsome and sophisticated man she ever met. He had dark black hair, not a drop of gray in it. It was so neat that it looked as if it was cut that day. He had a square jaw, a dark complexion and piercing brown eyes that consumed her. He was dresse
d eloquently in slacks and a button-down shirt that looked as though it was tailored to his firm body.
“I guess I shouldn’t leave the welcome wagon waiting on the front porch. Come in, Michael. Call me Justine.” She saw four bottles of wine in a small box in his hands. She ushered him into the living room, a sprawling room that wasn’t intimate for two people but would hold twenty without being crowded.
“I have a vineyard in Napa Valley, and these are a mix of my finest wines. Should I put them in the wine rack?”
“I would say yes, but I’m not sure if I have one or where it is?”
“If you don’t mind me making myself at home, I know where it is.”
“After you.” She followed him to what was considered a butler’s pantry that was between the kitchen and the dining room. There on one wall was a rack of wine bottles, at least one hundred slots although half of them were empty. He looked at the bottles before he put the four in the rack.
“You still have two bottles of my wine, but these are a better vintage. Do you enjoy wine, Justine?”
“I’m not much of a connoisseur, but from the look of my wine rack, I’m about to get an education in fine wine.” She looked at him. “Would you like to enlighten me with a glass of wine that you’d recommend?”
“A nice white wine but not heavy like a red. My vineyard doesn’t produce a white, but this should be nice.” He picked the bottle out of the rack.
“Do you know where the corkscrew and glasses are?”
“Of course.” He opened the cabinet next to the rack, and it took him only a minute to uncork the bottle and pour two glasses of it. “Shall we adjourn to the living room?” He enjoyed following her with the gentle sway of her ass in the tight skirt.
It was on the way back into the living room that she realized it. It dawned on her suddenly and unexpectedly.
She sat in the chair and took the glass from him. She waited until he sat down across from her. She crossed her legs to make sure that a lot of naked leg was revealed and a brief glimpse of the darkness between her legs before they crossed. She looked at his face, and his eyes didn’t leave her legs. “You seem to know your way around my house?”
“Yes, I knew Sabrina quite well, as many in our community did. We’re a close-knit group.”
“You also have very skilled and talented hands.”
“That comes from owning a vineyard. You open a lot of bottles of wine over the years.”
“I know how to open a bottle of wine. I was speaking of your skills with a woman. You’re very adept at bringing pleasure to a woman.”
“I didn’t know my reputation was so wide spread,” trying to fend off her questions.
“I don’t know of your reputation. I was speaking of firsthand experience.”
“What gave me away?” She was shrewder than he expected. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“It was your cologne. It’s a very unique and masculine scent.”
“I have it made for me. It was an unfortunate oversight on my part.”
“I doubt that it was an oversight very much. I don’t think you wanted it to be a secret for very long that it was you in the mask yesterday.”
“I’m the welcome wagon for the community. I do have to be hospitable.”
“What if I reacted badly to our encounter and called the police?”
“I’m a great judge of women and their inclinations. I’ve never been wrong before.”
“So you do this often?”
“I only do it when we lose someone.”
“So I’m a replacement?”
“No, you go on your own merits. I only show you the ways.”
“The ways of what?”
“It happens that many of the people are meeting tomorrow night if you’re interested in attending. Mr. and Mrs. Hill will be there.”
“So my meeting them yesterday was prearranged?”
“No, just a chance encounter that Mr. Hill made the best of. All of us are creative and take opportunities when they arrive.
“It’s so mysterious. What do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything. You can watch and learn. Our members have varied inclinations.”
“Let me think about it.” Justine was curious but also cautious. The encounter with Mr. Hill was more public than she expected.
“You don’t have to think about it. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
This was the demanding man that she met yesterday. There were no niceties. “Why did you tell me about the room?” She changed the subject.
“It’s not a room, is it, Justine.”
“No, it’s a dungeon.”
“I thought you might find it interesting. Did you cum in their yesterday?”
She was sure she blushed as she felt her skin flush. She could lie, but he looked at her as if he knew her better than she did. “Yes.”
“How?”
“On the horse.”
“I didn’t expect that from you the first time, but I applaud your enthusiasm and your daring.” He got up from the chair. “Come with me.” He held out his hand.
She didn’t have to ask where, she knew the answer, but in spite of that, or because of it, she got up. His hand held her firmly as he led her down the hallway to the office.
“Sabrina had an imagination by using the book Justine for you to open it.” He pulled the book until the door opened.
She wanted to ask him a ton of questions about Sabrina and her mother, but this wasn’t the time or place. Her heart was beating and her mouth grew dry as she entered the dungeon. It was the unexpected that scared and excited her.
“Take off your blouse so I don’t have to rip it when I tie your arms. I’ll take off the rest as soon as I get you situated.”
He said it as if they were talking about the weather, not her stripping to the waist. He didn’t mention a bra, and he knew she didn’t wear one. Is it that obvious? She took off the blouse, but her hands trembled as she unbuttoned it. He wasn’t looking at her as she did it. She folded it neatly and placed it on the table. He was busy putting a thin mattress on the floor. She saw the holes in the floor, and he put a metal peg in the two at the top and then put a small pulley connected by a rope to each one. The rope was long, curled in a circle, one for each side, but she saw that he had more of them along with a pile of leather cuffs with bright, shiny metal hooks on them. Her panties were soaked by the time he finished and looked at her, his brown eyes glued to her naked breasts. She returned the favor and looked at the bulge in his pants. She remembered how big he was when he rubbed against her. She had no idea what he’d do to her and that made her drenched.
“You have such lovely breasts. You make me hard at all the thoughts of what can be done to them.”
She’d seen the clamps and whips, and he scared her with his words. I felt pleasure yesterday, but will there also be pain? He’d used the riding crop on her, but they were more love taps than anything else. She thought the horse would be bad between her legs, but somehow, it all turned to pleasure. Is that what he meant about my inclination?
“Lie down, face up. Put your hands over your head.”
His command was concise and pointed. She lay on the mattress, and her breasts rose up when she put her hands over her head. He kneeled down next to her head, and he began to put the leather cuff on her wrist. He was skilled, and it only took a second. There was a short chain that he attached to the metal peg. One arm was bound in less than a minute. He went to the other side, and he was just as proficient. Then, he did something that surprised her. He put a leather collar around her neck, and she gulped when he tightened it. It was as if it was a dog collar.
Michael looked at her body. It was time to strip her naked. It took very little work to get her skirt off, and she didn’t fight him as he slipped her panties down, but she clenched her legs coyly together, as if she had a choice in the matter. He put the leather cuffs around each of her slim ankles and used a rope from the end of the cuff and ran it thro
ugh another peg at the end of the mattress. The pulleys were made in such a way that all he had to do was thread the rope through, and each time he pulled the rope tighter, the pulley would snap tight when he stopped and keep it from moving. It was an easy process for him and quite effective. He didn’t tighten the rope, allowing her the luxury of keeping her legs together.
He left her and went to the other side of the room to get a few things. He could see her looking around and squirming, testing the ropes that held her. He’d seen this before with other women. When they tested the ropes and found them secured, their pussies grew soaked with desires. Justine was that way before.
She couldn’t keep still, not sure why, even though the ropes held her securely. Her arms and legs were bound, and Michael came back with a riding crop in his hand, just like the one he used on her before. He began to tap her lightly with it, starting with her hip and ass, but then, he brought it up to her breast, and her nipple felt like a rock after he slapped it sharply. He traced it down her belly as she held her breath as it neared her pussy, but he stopped before he got there.
He pushed the crop over her face to lightly tap her cheek until she turned her head to the side then making her do it the other way. He ran it over her lips and saw her lips tremble, but she never clenched them shut. The crop moved back to her legs.
“Spread your legs for me.” He slapped the inside of her thigh, close to her pussy. “Spread them,” he ordered her again and punctuated his request with another slap of her thighs, but she clenched them defiantly. She was testing him or her. He kneeled next to her, and his hand ran over one of her magnificent breasts. “Your body is mine to do as I please,” he said as he fondled her from her breast to her hip. He pulled her sideways so his hand could clench a buttock. Then, he slapped it. He went back to her head and made her look at him. “I’ll have you spread open for me one way or another.”