by Becky Bell
'Oh no, madam, please.'
'No?' Paula taunted. She ran her hand up Angela's leg and under her skirt. 'You wouldn't like to see me kissing her pussy?'
Harriet groaned loudly.
'Look at those lovely legs, so slim and slender.'
The man's eyes were riveted to Angela's thighs. Paula had pulled the blonde's skirt up a little and, from his position, he would be able to see right up it to her panties.
'He doesn't seem very appreciative, does he?' Paula said.
'Not at all.' Angela lifted her bottom from the sofa and pulled her skirt higher, letting him see the tops of her champagne-coloured stockings and the clips of her white satin suspenders. She was wearing matching white satin panties.
'No...' he moaned.
'What's the matter with him?' Angela asked.
'Oh, he's on punishment. Show her, Harriet.'
'Please, madam, it really hurts...'
'Of course it hurts. Now stand up and show her.'
Harriet stood up. He lifted the skirt of the dress, and the layers of frilly petticoat that supported it. He was wearing a black suspender belt to hold up the fishnet stockings, but he wasn't wearing any panties. The shaft of his penis was surrounded by a sheath of leather cinched tightly around it by means of tight leather laces, with only the glans exposed at one end.
'A penis corset,' Paula said.
The trouble was that the corset had been laced up while his penis was still flaccid, thus making the slightest engorgement impossible. The sight of Angela and the thought of her with Paula were giving him an erection which was causing him agony, as his blood tried to pump past the unyielding constriction.
Having Angela gazing at him so blatantly was not helping, either.
'Please, madam...'
'This is fascinating,' Angela said, leaning forward to examine the penis corset more closely, quite aware that her breath was playing against the little pink glans that stuck out at one end of the leather. 'I've never seen one before.'
'Please...'
Angela could see his cock twitching, the glans swollen like a balloon while the rest of the shaft remained shrivelled. It must have been agony. But clearly that was exactly what the man had come here for.
'All right, leave us, Harriet. Go up to the treatment room and make sure my other guest is behaving himself.'
'Thank you, mistress,' Harriet said, dropping his skirt and rushing back into the house.
'He really enjoys that?'
'He doesn't really want to be a woman. But being made to wear women's clothes is humiliating and that's the point. I don't know what a psychiatrist would make of it, what happened in his childhood to produce these needs.'
'And the pain?'
'Pain is an aphrodisiac. It's like a drug. The more they have, the more they want. By the time I unlace that thing he'll come in half a second flat.'
Angela finished her champagne.
'Do you want more?' Paula said. She glanced down at Angela's exposed thighs.
'Not at the moment.'
'Shall we go up, then? He has to leave by nine.'
'Fine. What do you want me to do?'
'Whatever you like. You can just watch, but if you want to join in, just help yourself.' Paula looked at her seriously for a moment. 'I really had a good time, the other night.'
'So did I. And if he's gone by nine...'
'Sounds good.' Paula got up. 'Come on, then.'
They walked upstairs. The door to the treatment room was closed. Paula opened it and allowed Angela to enter first.
'Are you waiting for us?' Paula said.
The man was standing in the middle of the room. He was naked but for a pair of black rubber pants and a tight helmet in the same material. The pants covered his belly and buttocks right up to his waist and had a long cylinder attached to the front which sheathed his cock, his erection completely ruling it. His hands had been drawn behind his back and his wrists strapped into leather cuffs, which were held together by a single link chain. His ankles were cuffed too, though the chain that joined these cuffs was almost a foot long. The helmet had holes for his eyes and mouth and a big ball gag distended his lips.
He was staring at Angela intensely, just as he had last time and again, and much more strongly than last time, she had the feeling that she recognised him. She could still not put a name to the mostly obscured face, however.
Harriet was standing in the corner, his eyes cast to the floor. Paula tugged the white blouse out of the leather trousers, unbuttoned it and pulled it off. She was wearing a translucent flesh-coloured bra with a plunge front, that allowed her breasts to spill out over the gauzy material.
'Undo my bra, Harriet,' she snapped.
Harriet immediately moved behind her and unclipped her bra. Her big breasts fell free as she shucked herself out of it.
'You may go,' Paula said. 'Go into my bedroom and wait for me there.'
Harriet looked relieved. 'Thank you, mistress.' He scurried out of the door before she could change her mind, shutting it behind him.
'Well, now, what shall we do with you, now your little friend has arrived?' Paula said, standing in front of the man and allowing her breasts to brush against his chest.
Angela pulled off her jacket. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it. She took off her blouse, then hung all her clothes on the back of the door. She saw the man's eyes watching her every move. The white satin lingerie was brand new.
Paula went to the cupboard. She took out a small crystal bottle of perfume and dabbed it between her breasts. A heavy, musky smell filled the room.
She came back to the centre of the room and reached up to one of the ropes hanging from one of the pulleys attached to the RSJ just behind the man's head. She pulled the rope down and tied it into the single link on the cuffs at the man's wrists. Then she went to the other end of the rope and pulled it down, making the man's wrists rise into the air, and forcing him to bend forward. When his arms were held up almost vertically behind his back, she tied the rope off to a cleat screwed into the wall.
'That's better,' she said. 'Not a bad specimen, is he?'
Not only were the man's eyes familiar but his body was too, Angela thought. She stared at it. 'Not bad at all,' she said.
Paula's hand caressed the man's rubber-covered buttocks, then slapped them sharply.
'I think I'd like to do that,' Angela said.
'Good. Choose your weapon.' Paula gestured towards the rack of whips.
As she had used the riding crop before, Angela decided on something different: a long thin whip with a tapering lash and a solid brass pommel.
'Aren't you a lucky boy, having Ms Strickland whip you?'
The man shook his head half-heartedly. It was perfectly obvious that he wanted to be whipped.
Angela positioned herself beside him. She remembered how she had whipped Gregory, a few days ago. She was feeling the same arousal as she had then.
She hesitated, looking at Paula.
'Go ahead,' said Paula, winking. 'He's all yours.'
Angela stroked the man's upturned buttocks. The rubber was warm to the touch. The man squirmed and moaned as her hand snaked down between his legs. She could feel his balls trapped under the tight rubber and prodded them with the tip of her finger. He moaned again.
She raised her arm and brought the whip whistling down on his arse. He cried out aloud as it cut diagonally across his buttocks.
'Does the rubber deaden the pain?' she asked Paula.
The man shook his head vigorously.
'Apparently not,' Paula said.
Angela raised her arm again. As the thin lash of the whip sliced across the man's buttocks, she felt a now familiar pulse of excitement. The man's body was bound and vulnerable, just as Gregory's had been, and he was totally in her control. The rubber prevented the flesh vibrating as it had when bare, and she missed seeing the red weals appear across the white flesh, but it was still arousing.
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p; Thwack. Thwack. The man tried to cry out through the gag on both strokes, and wriggled his buttocks from side to side, as if trying to fan them with air.
Angela moved up behind him and rubbed her hand teasingly against the black rubber. She reached down between his legs and took hold of his rubber-sheathed erection, pulling it downwards. It was hot and very hard. Angela knew exactly what she wanted now.
'Can I do what I like?' she asked Paula.
'Of course.'
Angela let his cock go. It sprang up, hitting his belly.
'Let's cut him down, then.'
Paula went to the cleat and unwound the rope. As his arms were lowered the man made a long low moaning noise, the cramp in his shoulders obviously extreme.
Angela took hold of his arm and guided him over to the double bed. 'Lie on your back in the middle,' she said.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, then squirmed over to the middle of the black sheet that covered the thin mattress, his arms held awkwardly under his back. Seeing him lying there reminded her of Gregory. He had the same sort of hair on his chest.
Angela pulled down her panties. It was not so long ago that she would have been embarrassed to do this in front of a woman, let alone a totally strange man, but now it appeared perfectly natural.
'I'm going to have him fuck me,' she said.
'Good idea.' Paula was watching her intently, with the flicker of a wry smile on her lips.
Angela knelt on the bed beside the man and took hold of his rubber-covered phallus. She would not have been so keen to have him inside her if he had not been so well protected. She had to remind herself that, for all her intelligence and understanding, Paula was still a prostitute and this man was her client. She squeezed his glans cruelly between thumb and forefinger and felt his whole cock throb and jerk forcefully.
Just as she had with Gregory, she threw one leg over his body so that she was straddling his hips. It was, she decided, glorious to be able to set her own agenda when it came to sex. All the ghastly fumblings and indecisiveness of the past had been replaced by an absolute determination to take whatever she wanted. Perhaps, in the end, that's what the desire to totally dominate came down to.
'Let me help,' Paula said. She unzipped the leather trousers and wriggled out of them. She was wearing a pair of high-cut panties in the same flesh-coloured translucent material as her bra, her dark pubic hair visible underneath.
Paula knelt on the bed beside Angela, reached behind her back and took his cock in her hand. She leant forward and kissed Angela's shoulder, pressing her big breasts into her back. 'You're quite a turn-on,' she whispered into her ear.
Lowering herself slightly, Angela felt the brunette nudge the tip of his glans into her vagina. She used it like a dildo, moving it up until she found Angela's clitoris, then rubbed it from side to side.
'Does that feel good?'
'Lovely.' Angela looked at the man. His eyes were staring at her, hungry with need, his body bowed up towards her because of the position of his arms. She reached behind her back and unclipped the white satin bra, then leant forward so the cups fell away. She pulled her arms out of the shoulder-straps then dropped the bra on his chest. Almost immediately Paula cupped her breast in her free hand, pinching the nipple. Seeing this made the man's cock jerk wildly, almost escaping from Paula's grip.
'He likes watching us,' Paula said. 'Perhaps we could blindfold him; mustn't let him have too much pleasure.'
'No. Let him watch.'
Paula pulled the man's cock back to the mouth of Angela's vagina. It immediately coated the black rubber with her juices, her quim literally dripping with liquid.
'You're very wet,' Paula said.
'I know. I can feel it.'
Slowly Angela lowered herself onto the phallus, while Paula held it steady. She caught her breath as she felt it sliding into her, as broad and as hard as Gregory's cock had been. But the rubber felt different, so smooth and sleek that it was featureless, the contours of the man's phallus reduced to a regular cylinder like a dildo. The non-absorbent rubber made it feel much more slippery, too. But oddly, it seemed to make her more aware of her own sex, of the texture and interior contours of her vagina, and the wetness that was running down it now in rivulets. The walls felt like silk, damp and slightly creased.
Suddenly wanting more, she dropped down on him, thrusting the phallus into the depths of her body, freeing Paula's hand. She felt his cock rear up against the neck of her womb and moaned loudly.
Paula crawled across the mattress. She turned the man's head to one side and undid the buckle that held the gag in place, pulling it away, the orange ball of the gag dripping with his saliva.
'He can use this for a gag, now,' she said, swinging her leg over his face and kneeling above him. She pulled the crotch of the panties aside so he was staring up at her sparsely haired sex. She lowered herself onto him, and ground her hips, rubbing her vulva across his lips. 'Come on, you know what to do.'
Angela saw the man's tongue push out between Paula's labia, searching for her clit. Apparently he found it, because Paula threw her head back and rocked backwards so sharply she almost tumbled over, her big breasts trembling.
Angela concentrated on her own pleasure. His cock belonged to her, buried up to the hilt in her sex. Slowly, she pulled herself up off it and dropped down again, creating a huge surge of sensation as he was impaled on her. She ground her hips from side to side so her clitoris rubbed against the base of his erection, creating a second explosion of feeling.
Paula leant forward. She wrapped her hand around the back of Angela's neck and pulled their heads together, kissing her on the lips. Her mouth was hot and wet and sticky. Their tongues danced together, vying for possession, half in their mouths and half out. Angela closed her eyes, wallowing in the wonderful sensations. To have the softness of a woman's mouth kissing her so passionately while her sex was clenched around a bone-hard cock was a new exercise in delight. She felt Paula's hand gripping her breast again, pressing it back against her chest, until the hard nipple was mashed against her ribcage, adding to the swell of feelings that were already coursing through every nerve.
Seconds later Paula's other hand was moving up her thigh. Angela felt her finger prodding between her labia, stretched apart by the breadth of the man's phallus, and on to the knot of her clit, pressing it back as though it were the on-switch of some exotic machine. And that's precisely what it was. As Angela's clit reacted to this new intruder, her whole sex clenched like a vice around the man's cock, and the two feelings combined to kick her into an almost instantaneous orgasm, her whole body trembling under the impact.
But before it had started to ebb away she felt Paula coming too, the man's tongue working relentlessly at her clit. The brunette crushed their mouths together, forcing her tongue deep into Angela's throat; Angela groped for her breasts, managing to capture one and tweak the large nipple just as her climax reached its crescendo. She saw Paula squirm her legs further apart, forcing her sex down onto the man's face, not bothering with his tongue now but rubbing the whole length of her sex against the rubber-covered face, smearing it with her juices and almost smothering him in the process. He spluttered and gasped for air, but this only increased her pleasure, each exclamation causing her new throes of passion.
They clung to each other as if they were drowning. Eventually, the feelings began to melt away.
'What have you done to me?' Angela whispered. Her body seemed to accept no bounds. Each new experience brought her even greater orgasmic responses. She wasn't sure where it would end, but she had no regrets that it had begun.
Very gingerly, her body still suffering little aftershocks of pleasure, Angela raised herself on her haunches, allowing his cock to slip from her body. The rubber shaft and the pants were glistening wet and she could see a stain of wetness on the mattress between his legs.
'What are we going to do with him?'
Paula swung off him too. 'He has to have his reward. Don't you, slave?'
'Yes, mistress.'
Angela hadn't heard his voice before and it, too, sounded familiar.
'How many shall we give him this time?' Paula asked.
'Four.'
'Did you hear that, slave?'
'Yes, mistress.'
Paula raised her hand then slapped it down against his cock.
'One,' he intoned.
Angela provided the second slap.
'Two.' His voice was strained and Angela could see his whole body was arched up off the bed, every muscle locked.
Paula waited. He was having trouble controlling himself and she had no intention of making it easy for him.
Then she slapped his cock again.
'Three,' he hissed between gritted teeth. 'Oh please, please, I can't... I can't hold out...'
Paula slapped his cock one final time.
'Four,' he screeched.
'Obedience,' Paula said flatly.
Angela saw his cock jerk up and throb. He moaned loudly and his whole body shook, his legs straining out against the chain on the ankle cuffs.
'Good boy,' Paula said. She pressed his cock down against his belly then ran her palm up and down its length, milking out, no doubt, the last drops of semen.
After a few minutes she pulled him up into a sitting position and took hold of the rubber helmet. There was a long zip that ran all the way down the back. She unzipped it and pulled the helmet away.
And that's when Angela realised why she had found his eyes and his body and his voice so familiar. The man, Paula's slave, was Gregory Wilmott.
Chapter Six
'Why didn't you tell her about me?'
'Because it was so exciting. When you walked into the room, that first time, I couldn't believe it. I told you I'd always had fantasies about you, and there you were, right in front of my eyes. It was incredible.'
After the shock of discovering who Paula's client was, Gregory had begged Angela to let him drive her home. Reluctantly she had agreed. They were sitting in his Jaguar at a traffic-light in Holland Park Avenue.
'Paula was none too pleased with you.'
'I know.'