by Becky Bell
'Can't decide what to wear,' she said, grinning. She twirled around so he could get the complete picture. She took two steps towards him and put her foot up on the seat of the sofa. 'Look at that, a wrinkle,' she said, leaning forward and using the palms of both hands to smooth the silky stockings up her slender legs until the wrinkle at the knee had disappeared. She adjusted the suspenders to hold the stocking more tightly, her thigh no more than two feet from his face.
'You look wonderful,' he said, with no enthusiasm. 'Do you think I could have another drink?'
'Of course.'
She swung into the kitchen, hoping he would watch the way the panties stretched tightly across her bottom, the transparent material veiling but not hiding the cleft of her buttocks. She brought the bottle back and set in on the table by his glass.
'Are you all right?' she said.
'Not really,' he said. He poured another drink and downed it quickly.
'What's the problem? Something to do with the Hollyfield's secret room?'
'Yes.'
'Go on.' She sat on the sofa beside him and crossed her legs. 'I don't want to talk about it.'
'Gary, everyone has little foibles when it comes to sex; you of all people should know that.'
'I knew you were going to bring that up,' he snapped. 'That's the trouble. It made me feel dirty. It reminded me of what I am.'
'That's nothing to be ashamed of, is it?'
'Of course it is. I should try and get treatment, shouldn't I? I mean, go to a sex counsellor or something. I don't want to end up like those two, with a special room and all those kinky things.'
'Don't you?' Angela asked sharply.
'No.'
'Gary, one of your problems is you seem to think there's such a thing as normal sex. There isn't. As long as you're not forcing anyone, normal sex is whatever turns you on. It's as simple as that.' Angela liked Gary and wanted to see more of him, but so far his sexual requirements were rather limited and, though she had enjoyed her two sessions with him, they did not offer the kind of prolonged excitement she had experienced with Gregory - or Archie, for that matter. She had learnt enough about herself in the last weeks to know that she could not have a proper relationship with him if she were not able to assert the dominant side of her nature. On the other hand, it was possible that if she told him what she really wanted to do to him, he might run a mile. The Hollyfield's secret room had given her the opportunity to broach a very delicate subject. 'Will you tell me something honestly?'
'Yes.'
'Weren't you turned on by that room? Didn't you start to wonder what went on there?'
He looked at her. His eyes dropped momentarily from her face to her body, and the exotic lingerie that banded it. She saw him staring at her breasts through the semi-transparent bra.
'Of course I did.'
'Gary, you let me in on your secret, didn't you? How about if I let you in on mine?'
'What secret?'
'I think it's better that I show you. Take your clothes off. I'll be back in a minute.'
'Look, Angie...'
'Do as I say,' she snapped, determined now. She got up and walked out of the room. She opened the door of the punishment room and took a blindfold from the top drawer of the chest.
When she got back into the sitting room, Gary was struggling out of his trousers.
'Good,' she said. He was naked now, apart from his white briefs. 'Put this on.'
'What is it?'
'Just put it on,' she barked.
He looked at her askance, but took the blindfold from her hands and pulled it over his head, adjusting the elasticated straps so they fitted over his ears. She saw the bulge in his briefs stir slightly.
'From now on you must do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?'
He was about to say something else, then stopped himself. 'Yes,' he said instead.
She took his hand and led him along to the treatment room. If he was horrified and ran at least she would know, once and for all, that there was never going to be any future with him. But if he stayed, if his natural penchant for being spanked was hiding a much greater need, she might well end up having her cake and eating it too.
She smiled to herself as she opened the treatment room door, feeling a familiar pulse of arousal.
'Forward,' she said.
Gary shuffled into the room. She closed the door behind him.
'Over here.' She led him over to the bed. 'Sit down,' she ordered.
Rather clumsily, he sat on the edge of the bed.
'You're on a bed now. I want you to lay back on it. Then put your right hand out to the side.'
He did as he was told. She took hold of his wrist and buckled the leather cuff that was chained to the top corner of the bed around it.
'What are you doing?' he said, though he did not move a muscle.
'I'm putting you in bondage, Gary. Now your other hand.' She saw the bulge in his pants elongate as she strapped the second cuff around his right wrist, so his arms were spread out above his head. When she took hold of the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down his cock sprang out, fully erect. Whatever emotion he was feeling, he was definitely not turned off by what she was doing to him.
'Such a naughty boy. How dare you get erect without my permission?'
'Sorry,' he said pathetically.
She stripped the briefs off his ankles. 'Spread your legs apart,' she ordered.
He obeyed. She knelt on the floor and strapped cuffs around his ankles, splaying his legs apart.
'That's much better.' She knelt over him and rubbed her breasts against his chest. 'This is my secret, Gary. Didn't you realise when I was spanking you how much it was exciting me too?'
She heard him give an almost inaudible moan and felt his body quiver. She was terribly aroused, more aroused than she had been with any of the other men she'd had in this room. She could feel her sex pulsating and her clitoris swelling out against her labia.
'You're totally in my power now, Gary. I can do anything I want with you.'
'Yes,' he gasped breathlessly. He rolled from side to side, testing the bonds that held him, but they did not give an inch.
'And I know exactly what I want.'
'Do you?' he hissed.
'Oh yes, Gary. Exactly.' And it was true. She had come a long way, but there was still something else she had not allowed herself. Tonight seemed like the perfect occasion.
'In a minute I'm going to turn you around and whip you. Not spank, Gary, but whip. There's a big difference.'
'Yes,' he said. If his excitement were not so evident in his rock-hard erection that strained up from his loins, his voice would have betrayed him.
She straddled his chest, the stockings straining at their suspenders.
'I think that's why you were so upset by the Hollyfields' room, Gary. I think you were upset because you really wanted one for yourself.'
'No...' But it was a no that meant yes.
'No? Do you want me to release you then? Do you want me to stop?' She wriggled her bottom from side to side so the tulle covering it rubbed against his cock.
She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, then threw it aside. She was in total control. She leant forward and dangled her left breast above his mouth.
'Suck my nipple.'
He raised his head and was about to draw her nipple into his mouth when she pulled away.
'Naughty boy,' she chided, slapping his face lightly with her hand.
'Please let me...' he begged.
'You've changed your tune.'
'Yes,' he said. 'You were right. This is what I want.'
She leant forward again and pressed her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it eagerly and she felt his cock twitch against her buttocks.
'Now the other one. Or it'll get jealous.' She moved the right nipple over his mouth and felt a surge of pleasure as he sucked it in, pinching it lightly with his teeth.
Angela pressed her sex down on his belly. Her
clitoris was spasming quite as strongly as his penis. She could feel that the crotch of the panties was already wet. She reached behind her back, took hold of the gusset and pulled it to one side, then raised herself and pushed back until she could feel the hot tip of his glans nestling into her labia. She took his cock in her hand, squeezed it tightly, and pulled it up and down the slit of her sex. She was so wet that she could feel her juices running down his shaft, and he had produced a tear of sticky fluid too.
She smiled. She was pleased with herself. Her theory had proved correct. Gary had been unable to get an erection without being spanked. But bondage and domination had achieved the same result.
'This is what I love, Gary. You belong to me. You're my slave, aren't you?'
'Yes. Oh, yes...'
'This is what I am, Gary. I'm a dominatrix. It means I get my sexual pleasure from dominating and controlling men.'
As she said it she realised, perhaps for the first time, that it was true. It had all started as an experiment, as a voyage of self-discovery. Now the experiment was over. Everything she had experienced over the last weeks, all the uncontrollable excitement and irrepressible physical pleasure, had come from having men totally and completely under her control. She had found her natural forte in life. She was a born dominatrix.
Angela eased herself down on his cock, allowing the glans to penetrate her, but not sinking any deeper.
'Does that feel good?'
'Please...' he begged.
'Please what?'
'Let me fuck you.'
'What a naughty boy you are today. I may have to punish you for that later. But first I'm going to take my pleasure. You're not allowed to come, Gary; do you understand that?'
'Yes,' he breathed.
'If you come without permission, I guarantee you won't be able to sit down for a week.'
This remark made his cock jerk wildly inside her.
She lifted herself up off him and he moaned in protest. With her hand still wrapped around his shaft she guided it back slightly until the wet smooth glans was nudging into the puckered hole of her anus. No man had ever penetrated her there.
Slowly she lowered herself down on him. She felt her sphincter resist as it had when Paula had used the dildo in this passage. Then, suddenly, it relaxed and his cock thrust up inside.
Angela felt a wave of pain. The pain was followed by a surge of pleasure so sharp that it took her breath away. The single wave was immediately replaced by a thick pulsing oscillation that was I repeated in every nerve. Her vagina clenched though it had nothing to grip.
'Oh, God...'
She dropped herself down on him, feeling the hard phallus reamed into her until it could go no further. Another wave of pain swept over her, so intense that for a moment she thought she was going to pass out. Then, as it ebbed away, the oscillating pleasure returned ten times as strong, her orgasm already gathering. She had wondered how men coped with the pain she had inflicted on them. Now she knew exactly how it worked. The pain had multiplied her pleasure.
In the throes of these extraordinary feelings she began to work herself up and down on him. The fact that he was helpless, bound and spread, only added to her excitement. Sex had never been like this. She was being buggered, she told herself. Buggered. The voice repeated the word over and over in her head. Before her orgasm overtook her she jammed the fingers of her left hand into her vagina, two fingers pushing up alongside his cock. She could feel its veins and throbbing pulses, and that proved to be the last straw. She lifted herself off him one more time, then slammed herself down and came, wriggling her body from side to side, desperate for that last inch of penetration, her breasts slapping against each other noisily.
But her arousal was so profound, the moment her first orgasm lost its strength a second began to blossom. It was not surprising. Everywhere she looked, everything she felt, was provoking her. The nerves of her sex had never been so sensitized. But just as the next wave of passion overwhelmed her, she managed to look down into Gary's face.
'Come for me,' she said.
And in seconds, and for the very first time, she felt hot, viscous semen spattering into her anus, each gob of it increasing the phenomenal feelings that were already coursing through her blood.
It seemed both her experiments had been a success. Eventually she felt his cock soften and slide out of her. Slowly, she lifted herself off him.
'Now, what am I going to do with you?' she said.
'I didn't know,' he muttered.
'About my secret? Of course not.'
'No. About me. I didn't know what I wanted.'
'Neither did I, Gary.'
There was a loud ringing sound. Angela's doorbell. She had completely forgotten she had invited Paula around.
'Are you expecting anyone?' he said.
'Yes. I'd completely forgotten.' She smiled, a plan forming in her mind. She got up and walked to the door.
'You can't leave me like this,' he said, struggling against his bonds.
'Oh, I'm not going to leave you, Gary. That's my friend Paula at the door. I think it's time you met her, don't you?'
'Like this?'
'Of course like that. Then you can take us both out to dinner.'
Angela stripped off her panties. They were soaking wet. She dropped them neatly on top of Gary's equally wet cock and walked out of the door, closing it behind her.
It appeared she was going to have her cake and eat it, too.
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Perfect Slave
Greg did not reply. He climbed onto the bed and knelt at her side. His eyes were focussed on her neat, pert buttocks, the white satin panties stretched tautly across them. He leant forward and took hold of the waistband of the panties, and pulled them down until they banded the top of her thighs, leaving her bottom bare.
'This is what I've always wanted to do,' he said. The tone of his voice sounded angry, as though he was cross with himself for allowing this fantasy to escape.
Andrea sensed what he was going to do a fraction of a second before he lifted his arm and brought the palm of his hand down with a resounding smack on her left buttock. Almost immediately he raised his hand again and delivered an even more stinging stroke to the right.
'Lovely red arse,' he said through gritted teeth.
Andrea Hamilton has a secret sexual fantasy. She has never confessed to anyone that she dreams of being a slave, of being bound and whipped and made to obey her master's every whim. Not until she meets Charles Darrington Hawksworth.
Hawksworth has just taken over the company she works for, and she finds herself drawn to him. On his vast estate he has created a world of submission and bondage, a world where Andrea's dreams come true. The reality proves countless times more exciting than the fantasy, and Charles has soon introduced her to a whole range of new depravities, including sex with the beautiful lesbian who runs the estate for him.
But soon Andrea must choose between life as a slave or a return to her life as a computer professional. So will she decide to become Hawksworth's perfect slave?
Perfect Slave Abroad
Marie-Claire rose gracefully. She always wore the same expensive perfume, a musky aroma that was wafted on the air by the movement of her peignoir. She moved behind Andrea and cupped the splendid curves of her buttocks, caressing them softly. Andrea gasped. Yesterday she had been caned twice, morning and evening. As far as she was concerned the cane was a hundred times worse than any whip and it left far worse marks; weals that actually puckered her skin. As Marie-Claire's hand deliberately stroked against them they tingled. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant.
Andrea agrees to enter The System. She is chosen by Isabella Sanchez, and at a castle in Spain she soon learns everything there is to know about lesbian sex.
But the arrival of Isabella's nephew, Pedro, causes pr
oblems. He becomes infatuated with Andrea and kidnaps her. At his house he proves that mastery and domination are family traits.
Andrea escapes, but is accused of arranging her own disappearance from The System and risks being expelled. Can she set a trap for Pedro and prove that she remains the perfect slave?
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