“When alone and needing quick relief at night. All I had to do was think of her. When she called, I obeyed. She was like you Tanis, beautiful and captivating with it. I wanted to belong only to her. You see I loved her. You too Tanis because you remind me of her. Should you want more sex with me, Welland has an understanding. He knows how I feel about you. He also knows I want children by him.”
“That’s some fantasy, Tara. I can help you with it.”
“When you call me, I’ll obey and take the consequences of my actions with gladness Tanis. You hold the same force, the same beauty, the same strong attraction for me. I sensed she loved me as you do in your way. Before we left school, she gave me six presents. I knew I’d never see her again as she was going back to Australia. Which almost broke my heart and hers. I’ve left the presents in the bathroom for you. While you change, I’ll change too. When you are ready Miss Napier, you can start the class?”
“Give me a moment then Tara… Are the ropes there too?”
“Yes. Everything you will ever need to give me my Heaven on Earth Tanis.”
“I have a special ointment. Which will heal the stripes on your buns and back before Welland comes home Tara.”
“Don’t worry Tanis, Welland spanks me too. He knows I’m bisexual. He hinted he could also be if the right man came along.”
Tanis smiled. If ever he gets to meet Darius, he will be Tara.
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Seven days later a little tired, her hunger abated. Tanis left Tara dreaming of her erotic experience at school. With the memory of the strong woman, she had loved there. She unlocked the door to Welland’s apartment. Then let herself out into the bright Monday morning sunlight. She smiled, Tara needs to rest after what she has been through with me. As I thought, her genes match Welland’s.
Behind her on the sofa, Tanis left an exhausted and happy Tara as she had promised, but within a dream. Inside her body, she carried the sustenance and energy to continue for another week, without having to hunt her prey. Enough anyway, to last her until she had found a new host.
Tanis could feel the presence of Yoni within. She smiled at her gentle memory and whispered. “I told you, you’d be happy with the new life I have given you Yoni. Now we are all ready to start the next important phase of our journey. Fate has led me thus far. Now I want to see what she has for me around the next corner…”
‘I will always love you for the new existence you have given to me my Tanis.’
‘Aye.’ From Shani. ‘As we all love you who live our conscious lives in your mind, my beloved Tanis?’
“Then I’m happy for you all, my lovers and my friends.”
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CHAPTER 20
Kathy, Hilary, and Tanaka
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On leaving Tara’s, Tanis stopped off at Kathy’s. She opened the door with the key Kathy had given her. She heard a noise in Kathy’s bedroom and knocked on the door. “Kathy, its Tanis.”
She heard Kathy’s excited whisper. “Come in Tanis.” Kathy had Hilary, dressed in a crimson half-corset and tied up on the bed. Across Hilary’s buttocks showed the angry red marks of punishment. Between Kathy’s thighs hung the long brown dildo she had fucked Tanis with on the night of the Ball. By its shiny wetness, the dildo had seen some recent use. By the wet patches on the sheets beneath Hilary, she’d been enjoying her present position for some time.
“Christ Kathy! I’m sorry for intruding.”
“It’s Hilary’s fantasy, Tanis. I was about to change the sheets when you knocked. Why so many people like being tied up by their dominant lovers. Rough-fucked, then spanked, I can only guess at?”
Kathy stood over her prisoner in a matching crimson half corset. Which kept her cunt free for sucking by Hilary? With her crimson suspender belt. Black fishnet stockings, black and crimson garter girding her right thigh. A crimson ribbon cameo choker around her beautiful long dark throat. Kathy matched Hilary’s costume to perfection. Her feet, sporting crimson high-heeled chorus girl shoes with black pompoms. Her right-hand holding Hilary’s riding crop. Kathy’s fantastic image reminded Tanis of a half-naked Moulin Rouge chorus-line dancer. From a nineteenth-century music hall.
Tanis sighed. “Fuck me, Kathy! What a turn on you are.” She could feel wetness erupting from between her thighs as she answered Kathy’s question. “I know it as a sense of belonging, a sense of possession on both parts. A sense of craving for sexual satisfaction within a captor/captive fantasy drama. The captive enjoying the dominant figure of her attractive fantasy lover in her uniform. Or whatever fetish clothes her submissive lover of the moment prefers. Hilary has her own fantasy drama with both lovers dressed in a half corset. I have mine with my dominant lover dressed in a tight police uniform sweater with its motif on the left breast. It’s that simple.”
Kathy laughed, “With your experience in the trade, you should know Tanis.”
When Tanis had knocked, Kathy had been waiting with marked impatience for Hilary to awaken. “I know I have something Hilary and you crave Tanis? This getup seems too much for her though. I know of only two women who like me to make them my prisoner, tie them up, spank them, then rough-fuck them. Two women who give me copious cums when I’m in charge.
Hilary has a thing about lesbian Art teachers dressed in crimson half corsets. With red shoes and all the trimmings in black. You, Tanis, have a thing about the latest tight modern Twenty-first-century Navy-blue ‘V’ neck uniform sweaters with logos. Worn by a dominant modern policewoman like me. Off-late, I’ve never had such an excellent rough sex life with two willing female prisoners. I have captured myself.”
“Any tight dark coloured fine-knit ‘V’ neck sweater. On a beautiful, dominant, and charismatic woman would get me going, Kathy. If it’s not too chunky. I need to see my lover's figure outlined beneath its beautiful dark outline. There are plenty of dominant women like you. Women who like to rough-fuck a willing prisoner of any gender. They have taken captive and tied up. All contained within an acted-out adult drama.
“Hilary and I like rough-sex with you, Kathy. Because you are a genuine, beautiful policewoman in authority. Who’s not afraid to arrest us, then give us our extreme sexual fantasies in privacy. I'm interested in Hilary’s story Kathy?”
“I thought you might be Tanis. Hilary’s going to be out for a while, so I’ll tell you. Hilary had this dominant attractive lesbian art teacher at her adult single-gender college. Who specialised in erotic female figure painting while the student was having sex with her.”
“Awesome Kathy.”
“The teacher used to single Hilary out for a private posing session once a week. Hilary’s day was Sunday. Hilary said the teacher had one or two other mature girls in her stable with their special days also. The teacher’s selected student-posing session always took place in her home after lessons. She would tie her corset clad students up across her desk. Consistently, she supplied a fresh sheet of stiff dampened watercolour paper. To seal in each student’s ‘watermarks’as unique to them.
“The art teacher chose a shade of paper to show off the corset colour. Her paints selected according to her individual student’s complexions. Her willing students came in all colours. They all had one thing in common. They were adults, either bisexual or lesbian, submissive to dominant bondage, and squirters. So, expected to come with a copious amount of moisture onto the absorbent watercolour paper beneath them. Thus, leaving their diluted cum marks on the paper, mixed in with the artists.”
“Double awesome, Kathy.”
“As the teacher rough-fucked her students into a mutual coming. She always made a secret video recording. Of their facial expressions while they were in their secondary spasms. To capture their magic moments for prosperity. This, to give an accurate rendering to her finished artwork. Hilary said her climax, always a long, noisy process pleased her art teacher the most.”
Her mind on Tara, Tanis said. “It’s a new fantasy for me, Kathy, kinky too. Still, why the coloured corsets? It seems adult s
ingle-sex art colleges, like boarding schools. Have a lot to answer for the future adult sexuality of their senior students?”
“Her teacher always used senior students who were above the age of consent. Only those who had made it plain what they wanted from her. The art teacher would strip them naked. Dress them in their corsets of choice, tie them up, paddle their arses. Then rough-fuck them with a dildo. Until she and they had squirted onto the absorbent paper beneath. If she was pleased with the ‘watermark’ on the paper. The teacher would release her captives. Then bring them down by giving them a gentle cuddle-fuck on her posing couch.
“This last sexual interlude. To give the teacher and her student’s combined cum a chance to soak into the paper. When almost dry the teacher would add her first wash on the prepared paper on the desk, before the details. Hilary said the teacher had a high sex threshold, as I know you do Tanis. Sometimes this procedure would take hours of patient fucking, lasting all night. As the ‘watermark’ had to be perfect, and almost dry on the paper. When satisfied. The teacher would paint her current student’s full-length portrait onto the paper in the hog-tied position they were in when she first rough-fucked them. Making use of their climax video for accuracy, to paint their faces in.”
“Holy Shit Kathy! This is a new one on me…I thought Hilary told you she was a virgin?”
“Hilary’s art college days don’t count Tanis. She wanted to be a virgin for me.”
“I see, go on Kathy.”
Kathy looked at her and smiled. “When I have finished with Hilary, I’ll untie her and take her into our bedroom to cuddle-fuck her. There, after I rubbed in your special ointment, we will make love and kiss for hours in silence. I’m going to have the spare bedroom done out as an artist’s studio. So, Hilary will feel at home. Everything must be right Tanis. I was good at art in school and practice will make perfect.” She laughed. “It’s going to be beautiful. Something Hilary and I can both look forward to in our married life together.”
“I’m happy for you Kathy.” Tanis could sense Kathy’s impatience and something else. She sighed and moved towards the door.
Kathy stopped her. “Oh! Before you go, Tanis. Just a bit of trivia. Rumour had it. The teacher used to paint all her models in differing positions of sexual intercourse. Much like in the Karma Sutra. She removed herself from the paintings. To give erotic art devotees the chance to imagine themselves entwined as the girls’ fantasy lovers. Whether a man or a woman, it didn’t matter. Imagination always triggering the art-lovers fantasy. Hypnotising them as they studied her paintings at close quarters. Trying to work out how the teacher had managed the complex background patterns and accurate positions.
“Triple awesome, Kathy.”
“The teacher, influenced by Toulouse Le Trec’s art. Did for erotic art what Anais Nin did for erotic literature. And Bernini for religious sculpture. It makes you wonder about Bernini’s famous sculpture. ‘The Ecstasy of St Theresa.’ Was the woman his model and lover too? Some famous art critics have likened the scream on St Theresa’s face. To a woman caught up in her secondary spasm of high orgasmic phenomena. Which means Bernini must have been having sex with her at the time. To remember her facial expressions so well?”
“I can believe that Kathy. After having had rough-sex with you. My orgasms were out of this world. Ones I’ll always treasure. The Saints were human. Fantasy bound too. Theresa was known to like a little suffering with her sex.”
“Thank you, for your compliment Tanis. The combined patterns of Hilary’s art teacher’s climax and that of her students. Made each painting unique. Her customers could see the genuine emotion in the pictures. They would stand for hours admiring her washes. They never knew how she got those special effects on her models’ faces because she never told anyone. She always swore her models to secrecy on pain of rejection.
“Hilary only told me because of our close relationship. One first edition book, one of six, of the artist’s quarter-size prints. Sold on the Internet for over seventy-five thousand dollars. By Hilary’s account, there are six more first editions out there. The artist’s original paintings must be priceless. To think my Hilary’s rough-fucks are counted among them. Worth a fortune too!”
“That’s interesting. I’ll keep Hilary’s secret also, Kathy.”
“Thank you, Tanis. The art teacher was specialised in brothel scenes in the style of Toulouse Le Trec. She always finished her paintings with erotic flare. She always used the same type of come-soaked paper as a base for her pictures. She never deviated from that rule, except for paper colour. She said it looked and lent an authentic feel to her subject’s situations. Her paintings were in such high demand in the end. She had to hire Call-girls to complete her many commissions. Yet, these later paintings always lacked passion and commitment. The art teacher needed the added dedication of confirmed lesbian and bisexual prisoners. To make her pictures look authentic. Which added the ‘Wow!’ factor. Her life-like paintings were classed as that of a genius by her art critics? Some critics suspected. But could not prove. The artist had experienced lesbian sex with her models under wall-mounted cameras. Something she always denied.”
Her excitement plain, Tanis said, “I must look out for one then Kathy.”
“If the artist’s prominent collectors ever guessed the real ingredients of her deep-water washes. They never said. Nor was the artist about to tell them her secret either. Maybe modern forensics will find the answer one day? I suspect it wouldn't embarrass her though. All her subjects were willing and over age adults. True artists don’t give a fuck what the non-professionals think anyway. She was painting for the erotica connoisseur, for herself, and her students’ sexual satisfaction. Not for the masses.”
“I wouldn’t mind a couple to hang in my bedroom, Kathy. What a turn on.”
“Yes, Tanis. While making love to a dominant or submissive lover.” Kathy smiled in memory. “The artist has painted quite a few according to Hilary. They command high prices whenever shown. On the right thigh of the model, above the garter line, she had signed her name with the words. ‘Done in collusion with…’ Followed by the first name of the woman she had rough-fucked over its base. Yet, we both know where her real signature lay.
“Hilary thinks the artist has a secret studio somewhere in Queens New York. She was always talking about retiring there. The girls depicted in the paintings. Always took on a remarkable likeness to the students she rough-fucked. Hilary’s will look like Hilary. If I could ever afford it, I’d like to buy one of Hilary’s paintings. Pity you weren’t around when she was painting Tanis. I would have liked one of you too? My own prisoner’s gallery of my two beautiful submissive women captive lovers whose bound bodies I have enjoyed to climax.”
“What a turn on Kathy. You never know you might get lucky.”
“It’s a weird and complicated sexual world we live in Tanis. Enjoyable too? Hilary wished she had bought one of her paintings as a gift to me. Hilary came to like her modelling sessions so much, she would go out of her way to antagonise the teacher. To let her know she was ready for another hogtied, rough-fucking painting session. To think, Hilary has her sexual juices on some art connoisseurs’ wall. Along with a famous artist, on the same sheet of paper. Their signatures eternalised forever, with the artist herself as the women's mystery lover. Isn’t that just hilarious?”
“I’ve heard of men wanting women to wear corsets, Kathy. I have never heard of lesbian women with a fantasy like Hilary’s, and I consider myself an expert in the Art of Love.”
“Yours and Hilary’s fantasies are so much alike Tanis. With me as your captor, but different in fetish clothing. Look, I only have to touch her buns like this for her to come.” Kathy demonstrated with a sudden smack on the cheeks of Hilary’s waking arse. Hilary gave a loud cry and shuddered into another orgasm. “See what I mean, it’s like a trigger. It excites me, Hilary is so receptive to my caress and to her capture by me. She never leaves me alone. It’s strange, but I never get tired of her ex
treme sexual demands on me. She is my perfect prisoner Tanis...Like you were the other night.”
“Believe me, I know how she feels Kathy. You still hold great sexual allure for me. I only called in to see how you were going. Also, to return your key.”
“Keep the key Tanis. You never know when you might need it. I wish I could thank you in some way for bringing us together.” She smiled. “Can I offer you a coffee or something?”
Tanis kissed Kathy on the lips, then on her throat. Her lips wet with venom, she said. “I won’t stop Kathy, look what happened the last time we had coffee.” She glanced down at Hilary, then looked Kathy in her eyes. “I wish it were me on the bed though. You turn me on even without your uniform. I wouldn’t have minded a few rough strokes from you myself...dildo or riding crop.” Tanis could feel the wetness building between her legs. “I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun though?”
“Tell you what Tanis. I’m tooled up, and Hilary’s out for the count. I can give you a quick knee-trembler over the kitchen table like Jean gave me.” Kathy ran her riding crop up the inside of Tanis’s leg, across her velvet, up her stomach, between her breasts. Then down again to between the cheeks of her trembling buns. Where she finished with a firm smack. Looking Tanis in the eye, she whispered. “I’ll throw the ropes in for free, as a bonus.”
“You are persuasive Kathy. I always prefer soft ropes to handcuffs. They take longer to apply. Which makes for prolonged excitement while being bound…” Moments later hogtied and naked over Kathy’s kitchen table. Her cunt singing to the tune of Kathy’s dildo. Her buns sore from the riding crop. Tanis felt Kathy’s moist dildo thrusting with brutal force, deep into her body. She yelled and came into her own, her thoughts manic. “Oh My God Kathy!” Holy shit! What a fantastic fuck Kathy is. Now I know Hilary’s genes are suitable to receive Welland’s super sperm also.
“I can see you are still enjoying your capture by me as much as my Hilary does Tanis?”
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