by Becky Bell
'Oh, yes.'
Paula stood in front of the board and raised the whip. Without any hesitation, she slashed it down on to his erection. Despite his bonds, the man's body seemed to leap off the board and he screamed. His cock spasmed violently.
The whip made a hissing noise as it snaked through the air. This time, Paula aimed for the top of his thigh. He jerked convulsively again.
'You remember I told you how I trained them? He is trained to a word, aren't you?' Paula said after two more strokes.
His cock was leaking fluid from the little slit at the top of his glans. It was dripping on to his stomach.
He nodded.
'The word is obedience. He is not allowed to come until I say that word.'
'How can he stop himself?' Angela asked, looking at the way his erection seemed to be permanently throbbing.
'Because he knows that, if he doesn't, I'll leave him like this for another two hours until he's ready to try again.' Paula flicked the whip down again. 'He's very aroused. He's hardly taken his eyes off you.'
'Then why don't I see how well-behaved he can be?' Angela said, suddenly wanting to take the initiative. She came up alongside Paula.
'What have you got in mind?'
'This.' Angela raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around the man's erection, pulling it back until it was vertical. It was hot and as hard as a rod of steel. She squeezed it, the fluid it was producing leaking on to her fingers. Slowly she began to wank her hand up and down.
'I think you're getting the idea.' Paula went to the head of the board and stared down into the man's eyes. 'Does that feel good?'
He nodded. 'Please,' he tried to say.
Paula reached up to the metal bar that held the nipple clips and twanged it with her fingers. The man moaned loudly, his body going rigid. Angela felt his cock throbbing in her hand and snatched it away.
'He's incredibly hard,' she said.
'Yes. Come over here, where he can see you.'
Angela moved to the side of the board. The man's eyes followed her. She could see them moving up and down her body, then concentrate on her crotch. The gusset of the leather body had folded itself into her sex.
'Three more strokes,' Paula said.
Still standing at his side, she raised the whip and stroked it down on his cock. 'One,' she said.
She waited, trailing the ends of the whip over his cock. The veins were now so distended that they stood out like cords of string.
Thwack. 'Two,' she said. Teasingly again she trailed the whip all the way along the inside of his leg.
Thwack. The man's cock quivered under the impact. 'Obedience,' Paula said.
Almost before she had uttered the word, his cock jerked upward and shot a string of white spunk into the air. It splashed down on to his belly. His whole body arched off the board, his legs straining against the ankle-cuffs, every muscle rigid. Then, slowly, the tension melted away.
'I think he liked you,' Paula whispered, grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter Four
'Don't worry. That's part of the fun for him. He likes to be tied up there on his own for while.'
'He's really into pain,' Angela said.
'He's into being submissive. Pain is part of that. And it's a very different sort of pain. As you can see, the mind twists it into something that's more like extreme pleasure.'
They were back in Paula's bedroom.
Paula was unzipping the thigh-boots while Angela unlaced the leather body. 'And you?' Paula unzipped the PVC and pulled it off. She stood naked, her body as vibrant and alive as in the painting downstairs.
Angela felt a strong pulse of feeling. It was exactly what she had felt earlier, but now she could put a name to it. However surprising it might seem, what she was feeling was lust. She had never even imagined being with a woman before but, as she looked at Paula's magnificent body, she was wondering how it would feel to crush herself into it and have that big fleshy mouth kissing her. The idea certainly shocked her, but the shock did not make her feel any the less aroused.
'Me?' she said weakly, pulling the leather body down over the black hold ups.
'Remember, this was an experiment.' She unhooked a white chiffon robe from the back of the door and draped it over her body. It was completely transparent and hid nothing.
'Oh, right.' She could see Paula looking at her naked body. 'So, did having a man completely in your control excite you?'
'Yes. But it's more complicated than that.'
'Why complicated?' Paula picked up the PVC dress and put it back on its hanger.
'Do you want the truth?' she asked for the second time that evening.
'It seems to be the night for it.'
'You excite me.'
Without batting an eyelid, Paula hung the dress back in the wardrobe. She closed the wardrobe door, then turned and looked Angela straight in the eyes, those dark brown eyes boring into her. 'That's not something to joke about.'
Angela stood her ground. 'I'm not joking.'
'Come here, then.'
Angela took two steps forward. Paula raised her hand and touched Angela's cheek. 'You've never done this before, have you?'
'No, never. But then, I've never watched men being tied up and whipped before. I'm surprising myself. Didn't you tell me to work out what I needed? Well, I have. Some of it, at least.'
'How do you know I'm into women?'
'The way you've been looking at me.'
Angela wrapped her arm around Paula's waist and crushed her lean body into the brunette's meaty flesh. It seemed to melt around her, absorbing her. She could feel Paula's big hard nipples pressing into her chest and the hardness of her pubic bone against her own belly.
She had never kissed a woman before, but she moved her lips up to Paula's mouth and ground them against it, plunging her tongue inward. There, inside her mouth, it was hot and sticky and wet.
Paula responded at once. Her hands caressed the other woman's soft, supple back while she squirmed her body against her. Angela did the same. But she was in a hurry, her new-found need the greater. As she kissed Paula's mouth, she slid her hand over the abundant curves of her buttocks and down between her legs. She pushed two fingers eagerly into Paula's labia and found her vagina, pushing on inward without any hesitation. It was as hot and sticky as her mouth.
'Stop, stop,' Paula said, pulling away. 'Not so fast.'
'I need it.'
'Just slow down.'
Angela caught her hand. Despite their relative heights and weight, she pulled the larger woman over to the bed, dropped on to it, then dragged her down on top of her. For a moment she felt as if she were drowning, drowning in a sea of hot, soft flesh. But then she found Paula's mouth again and kissed her so hard, their teeth ground together. She rolled Paula over on to her back and peeled the white chiffon robe away. 'I don't know what to do.' she whispered.
'You're doing pretty well, so far.'
Angela began to kiss and suck the brunette's neck. Her flesh was as smooth as silk. She gathered one of her large breasts in her two hands, trying to contain the whole bulk of it and mould it to a point, then fed the big ruby-red nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. The feel of Paula's pliant breast excited her. She had never done anything like this in her life before, but she had never felt so aroused before, either. She tweaked the nipple with her teeth.
'Lovely,' Paula said.
Angela got to her knees, then trailed her mouth down Paula's body and over her abdomen, while her hand stroked her thighs. Paula spread her legs apart. Her thighs looked creamy, the flesh contoured with valleys and escarpments of muscle. Her stubbly pubic hair felt surprisingly soft, as Angela moved her lips over it. She could smell a thick musky perfume mixed with a much more primitive scent. And then she saw Paula's labia, thick and puffy and glistening wet, the mouth of her vagina already partly open. She extended her tongue, found the little button of Paula's clitoris, and flicked the tip of her tongue against it. Immediately, she felt Paula's whole body shudder.
'Yes, like that,' Paula hissed, angling her sex up towards the other woman.
Angela used both hands to caress Paula's thighs, then pushed one of them underneath her. As she continued to move her tongue from side to side, dragging Paula's clitoris with it, her fingers slid into the cleft of Paula s bottom. She pushed them up between Paula's labia and into her vagina. The heat and sticky wetness of it made her shiver. The extraordinary thing was that, as she felt Paula's sex throb strongly against her fingers, her own reacted in exactly the same way, a huge pulse of sensation coursing through her body.
Trying to ignore her own feelings, Angela thrust her fingers in deeper, feeling the velvety wet walls of Paula's vagina part to admit them. She buried them as deep as they would go, her knuckles crushed against Paula's labia, then pulled them out, the pliant flesh folding back into place as they descended. She began pumping them in and out slowly and deliberately.
'God, that feels so good,' Paula breathed. 'You're making me come.' Paula's body had started to undulate with a subtle rhythm, her hips rotating.
Angela seemed to be able to feel everything Paula was feeling. Every pulse of sensation that ran through the brunette's body was echoed in her own, doubling if not tripling her own excitement. She could feel the woman's body beginning to coil, like the mainspring of a watch, pulling itself tighter around the central core of her sex. Then, quite suddenly, as she thrust her fingers up into Paula's vagina, with her tongue still working relentlessly on Paula's clit, Paula cried out loud, a long sharp keening noise, and her body stretched out across the bed, her muscles in rigor, her sex grasping Angela's fingers as tightly as if it were a fist.
But even before her orgasm had completely faded, Paula's hand gripped Angela's leg. With considerable strength, she lifted it off the bed and pushed her head underneath, wriggling round until her face was between Angela's thighs.
'Like this, now,' she said.
Paula wrapped her hands around the tops of Angela's thighs and pulled the blonde down on to her mouth, her tongue lunging into Angela's vagina. Angela felt a wave of pleasure that took her breath away, making her rear her head up from Paula's sex. Paula screwed her tongue as deep into the blonde's vagina as it would go, producing another shock of sensation, then slid it along the slit of Angela's labia until it was butted against her clit. Then she used the whole breadth of her tongue to crush the little bud of nerves back against the bone, squirming her tongue from side to side as she did so.
'Oh, God,' Angela gasped. The feelings that Paula's body had transmitted to her had already sensitised all her nerves and this new assault on them was so unexpected and so intense that she was accelerated to the brink of orgasm in seconds flat.
But she wanted more and fought to control herself. The sight of Paula's sex and her own fingers still embedded in the brunette's vagina, excited her almost as much as what Paula was doing with her tongue. Trying to control the surging feelings that were coursing through her body, she dipped her head again and slid her tongue into the other woman's labia, searching for her clit. As the tip of her tongue nudged against it, she felt Paula's reaction, an exclamation of pleasure producing a hot exhaust of air right up against Angela's own sex.
The brunette reached around behind Angela's buttocks and snaked her fingers into her vagina, thrusting them up as far as they would go. Suddenly they were joined, the circle complete, every action matched by an exact and equal reaction, their mouths locked to each other's sexes, their fingers deep inside each other's vaginas. It was as if they had been plugged into an electric current. Everything Paula was feeling, Angela felt too. Their feelings were so in tune that Angela found it difficult to distinguish what she was feeling from what Paula was experiencing. Their bodies melded together, undulating against each other, lost in a world of total sensuality.
Angela was coming. She could hold it back no longer, but she knew Paula was coming again, too. She felt her own muscles lock, her clit throb and her vagina spasm around Paula's fingers as Paula's clit and vagina did exactly the same thing, the feeling of one amplifying the pleasure from the other. Her eyes were forced shut by the impact of it all but, in her mind's eye, images crowded in on her, each screwing her orgasm to new heights. She felt the hardness and heat of the man's cock as she wrapped her hand around it in the treatment room; she saw the way his body had reacted to the whip, and his hot semen jetting out of his body; and she saw Paula's naked body standing in the bedroom, as sensual and sexy as anything she'd ever seen. It all excited her. It all made her come.
Paula's tongue seemed to have worked its way inside her clitoris to a place so sensitive that it caused another explosion of feeling, just as the first was dying away, another orgasm born from the ashes of the old. And again the link between the two of them asserted itself, Angela's new burst of feeling communicating itself to Paula, making her buck and twist and squirm until she too was coming like her partner.
It was a long time before the little trills and tremors of pleasure finally faded away. Gingerly Angela pulled her fingers from Paula's sex as she felt Paula do the same. They had pruned, the tips wrinkled as though they had been in water for too long.
'My God,' Paula said, rolling over on to her back. 'What got into you?'
'You did,' Angela said: because it was, she knew, perfectly true.
Rather to her surprise, Angela slept like a log and, if she had dreams, she could not remember them. When her alarm went off at eight o'clock, she was so deeply asleep that it startled her. She jumped out of bed, feeling remarkably refreshed, and headed for the bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, then found herself grinning.
She had a shower, dressed in a functional black suit and white blouse, and rushed downstairs to put on the kettle. She breakfasted on orange juice and a cup of instant coffee.
Last night had been the most extraordinary experience of her life, but she couldn't honestly say that she regretted any part of it. She had certainly never had the slightest idea that she was attracted to women before. In fact, she was quite sure that she was not. The idea of approaching Sally in the office - or any of the other remarkably attractive women who worked there - did not and would not ever appeal to her. It was just something about Paula, about her body, and about her personality. Not only that, of course. She was certain that the circumstances had a lot to do with it.
Paula had introduced her to a sexually charged atmosphere, an atmosphere where sex was the only thing on the agenda. Angela had never experienced that before. Sex had always been low on her list of priorities and the fact that she had never really got more than the most modest pleasure from it had contrived to keep it that way. But Paula had changed all that. Her first experience with Paula in Wimbledon had ratcheted up her excitement to such a level that she had been completely out of control when she'd got home. Last night had been the same, except more so. She hadn't wanted to go home and satisfy the lusts Paula had created with her own hand. She had wanted more and had had the courage to get it. And she was delighted with herself for doing so.
She thought about the question Paula had posed as to whether it was specifically the fact that she had seen a man being so totally and abjectly abused and dominated which excited her, and had little doubt that it was precisely that. The attraction she had felt for Paula - for that lush, soft, pliant body - was a by-product of what she had seen in the treatment room. She remembered how excited she had been as the man had been put into bondage. Even the word itself excited her. To have a man totally at her mercy, to have him completely in her power, excited her like nothing else ever had. Not that she understood for one moment why it should.
She glanced at her watch and finished her coffee.
It was peculiar that she should have never had any hint of this proclivity before. But then she realised that wasn't true. She had. Just once. With Gregory Wilmott. Whipping him that night had created feelings that she had never felt before. She had put them down to fear and a rush of adrenaline, but there had be
en very definite excitement too. If she were honest with herself, that was probably the reason why the incident had always remained so vivid in her mind.
She grabbed her handbag, double-locked her front door, and took the stairs to the ground floor.
Ten minutes later she was sitting in Slaughter and Roe's offices, yet again the first to arrive. She had two viewings at ten-thirty and eleven, then three appointments to measure up properties, so it was going to be a busy morning. She still had to go over the proofs of the details she'd dictated last night before they were finalised for printing.
At ten, with the office full and bustling, the phone on her desk rang.
'Hello.'
'There's a call for you, Angie,' the telephonist said.
'Who is it?'
'Won't give his name. Says it's personal.'
'Personal. All right, put it through.'
'Hello.' She did not recognise the voice.
'Hello. This is Angela Strickland.'
'Angela. It's Gregory Wilmott.'
Angela's reaction was not what she might have expected. Three weeks ago, she would have told him to get lost and slammed down the phone, but now she felt quite differently.
'Don't hang up.'
'I wasn't going to,' she said quietly. She was trying to work out how on earth he had got her number. She knew her mother would never have given it to him.
'Good.'
'So what do you want?'
'I only just realised you'd come to work in London. I'd like to see you.'
'Why, precisely?'
'Because I've been thinking a lot about you. Because I would like to try to make up for what I did that night.'
'You've never tried before.'
'I know. And that was wrong of me. Why don't you have dinner with me? Let me try to explain. I'd like us to be friends.'
It was a chance to find out exactly what made Gregory Wilmott tick, Angela thought, a chance to find out if her theory about him was correct. She supposed she shouldn't care, but finding out the truth about that night was important to her now.