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Single Night
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
#######################A SIngle Night#######################
Our scene opens after breakfast on a sunny morning....
"I think it high time for you to submit more deeply to me, will you renew
your promise to obey completely within our existing limits?"
She hesitated, peering at me over the rim of her teacup. "You have that
devious look about you, what are you planning?"
"Planning? Moi?" I replied in my most innocent fashion. "And that is
'deviant' dear. Suffice to say a fantasy fulfilled, of course you still
have your safeword in case of emergency."
"Fantasy? Hmm-mm, yours or mine?"
"Therein lies the question, now do you agree to obey?"
"Yes." Cup down, both hands on the table, a bit fearful, but ever willing.
"Very well, no underthings for you today, and you are not to touch
yourself at all unless I specifically direct you to. Ah, almost forgot, we
shall be having guests tonight for a formal dinner."
"Tonight! HOW? Nothing's ready."
"True, it was short notice, they are staying locally tonight en route to
some meeting or another. Not to worry, Henri's will have all we need
delivered here by five, and with your gown collection, you cannot plead
that you have nothing to wear, now can you? My dear, these are old and
special friends, a school chum and his wife, and they can only visit for
an hour or two. It would be nice if you find a good bordeaux and help
serve, but that is all you will need to do."
With this established, we passed our separate days at work and all was
ready as promised when she arrived home. "Have a pleasant day?"
"Bastard. You know I spent all day at work wondering about what you said,
I got nothing done."
"Naughty, naughty, calling names, you might pay for that later."
"Promises, promises, we're going to have guests, remember?" Uppity indeed,
alas she did have a point.
As usual, I was dressed and ready long before she was, but with due
consideration for the superb effects created in that extra time, I never
complain. I waited with a towel when she emerged steaming and radiant,
helped dry her hair, then arranged matters elsewhere in the house while
she attended to the arcane mysteries of hairstyle and cosmetics. Long ago
I had made my preference for the minimum amount of clothing on her quite
firmly known, thus she was still gloriously naked when she stepped away
from her mirror and began looking through possible outfits.
"Come here, I will dress you." She approached, replacing a rather tight
pullover that might have mussed her hair in any case.
I reserve the right to determine just what was meant by 'dress' of course.
Black garterbelt, patterned hose and elegant heels were too ordinary to
object to, and her leather 'dress' collar with the lock discretely tucked
beneath her hair also was not too out of place for a formal dinner. But as
I put her wrist and elbow cuffs on, she began to wriggle.
"Do we have time for this?"
"There is certainly plenty of time for what I have in mind."
I drew her arms behind her and locked each wrist cuff to the opposite
elbow cuff with a long double snap. While secure enough, I have found this
more flexible than most armbinders, and thus kinder for long periods.
After ensuring she was quite helpless, I sat on the bed and stood her
before me, just the right height to nibble here and there. I enjoy playing
with her delightfully responsive body, and will do so at every possible
opportunity.
"Don't tease me. Please don't, it's been all day." She squirmed strongly,
to no effect of course, but it seemed to be something she needed to do.
I stopped, reflected for a moment, then with an innocently cheery "Why
not, when 'tis something I do well?", continued more vigorously than
before.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, when she was not quite screaming while
desperately trying to either free herself or force a conclusion, she asked
between gasps, "Shouldn't I get dressed soon?"
After a quick check of the clock, "No, I think you look quite lovely just
as you are."
"ARE YOU INS....?" Precisely on time, the doorbell rang, one could always
count on Reginald to be punctual, won awards for it in school actually.
Clipping a chain lead to her collar, I carried her bodily out to the front
door, standing her up beside it. Before actually opening the door I paused
a moment for some last adjustments, ignoring her whispered protests while
I arranged her to best effect, then checked that it actually was Reg at
the door, no need to take foolish chances. I pulled the door just hard
enough to swing it wide and stepped back.
As the door opened the couple outside first saw me, then Patricia standing
at my side with the extra length of the chain lead tucked down between her
shaven lips, up through her cheeks and under the garterbelt in back. I
bowed, then used the chain to urge her in front of me.
"Reginald, Linda, this is Patricia."
She stood frozen, forgetting the courtesies. Tsk, tsk.
"Curtsy when greeting guests dear." She made a face as the links pressed
further into her as she did so, then blushed furiously, even her breasts
and shoulders glowing a deep rose. Hmm-mm, perhaps later.
I looked to Reg first, he was always quick with a comment. "The lads said
you found someone, but didn't say how lovely she was. Bit sneaky of them."
Linda looked closely at my blushing bride, "Lovely and quite charming,
I do like the outfit."
"Thought you might. Drinks are set out in the library."
My darling was actually unsteady on her feet, perhaps she expected screams,
shock, or even leering, but the sheer normalcy of their reaction terrified
her. I took her arm and led her part of the way over to my chair by the
fire, then seated myself after waving my guests to their own places.
"Patricia!" She looked at me for direction, well enough. "Here. To me."
She swayed over, then slid down to kneel gracefully on the pillow by my
feet, the practiced ease of her movements betraying how often she had done
so in past. I reached out to gently stroke her face, then pulled her back
against my legs as she relaxed. No need to stir, all of us had our drinks
close at hand, I knew Reg and Linda's tastes quite well by now.
Patricia said nothing as Reg, Linda, and I discussed their year abroad in
the East, and I told them in turn about our marriage and a few other
changes since last we met as I idly slid a bit of ice from my drink along
the lower edge of Patricia's collar while letting her sip from my glass.
She has such a delicious shiver, I do love causing it.
"Reg, you did mention you have to leave early, shall we eat?"
Patricia was beginning to find her balance as I led her into the dining
room, those heels might not be comfortable for long, but they did give her
walk an undeniable appeal, not at all lost on our guests following behind.
Henri had surpassed himself preparing food for that night, the side dishes
excellent, the chateaubriand superb and Patricia had selected a quite
decent Latour. We served the food together, I loading the tray in the
kitchen, she bringing it to table. 'Without using her hands?' I hear you
say. The secret was in the tray design, a strap round her back from the
two near corners and another from the two far corners hung round the back
of her neck. In principle a halter top, with the padded edge rested gently
just below her pretty breasts, not concealing them. Indeed, I watched them
constantly, as did both our guests. Her nipples remained hard throughout,
revealing she was quite aware of our interest, and reaching for a warm plate
became a fascinating experience.
Service completed, I removed the tray while Patricia knelt on a pad by my
seat at the head of the table, eating in that position was a bit difficult
for her until I began to feed her from my hand. Drinking was more amusing,
she liked the wine, but had to beg appealingly before I would hold the
glass to her lips, and she was never sure just when I would relent and
lower that glass again. What few errant drops escaped her mouth I fed back
to her on the tip of a finger, blotting up small spills with a napkin. She
in turn licked my fingers clean after each morsel. Fine manners are so
rare today, 'tis the duty of all to encourage them.
After dinner, we took our drinks and adjourned again to the library, where
I added another few logs on the fire and returned to my chair. When Patricia
went to kneel again, I stopped her with a gesture, and she stood in front
of me.
"Someone was calling names earlier today, I doubt that should be allowed
to go unnoticed." She looked surprised. Good. I drew my favorite crop from
behind the chair. A little panic. Better. I flicked the crop tassel and
we all heard the long leather loops sizzle through the air. Now she was
shaking again.
"Face me and bend forward at the waist, right over. Be still." As she did,
I leaned forward and measured the distance between us carefully. Her legs
and torso formed a perfect right angle, her head raised slightly by the
pull on her arms, looking right into my eyes. Not an easy position, but
punishment need not be too comfortable.
Fwipp! past her nipples, she watched the crop blur into invisibility as it
passed flat underneath her, stopped briefly, then snapped back. I slowly
raised the path of the tip until the tassel alone would strike both nipples
on each pass. She jerked upwards at the first touch until I snapped out
"Down!" As the back and forth motion continued, she arched her back
further, lowering her breasts down into the whirring leather tassel at a
pace she could endure. I know her limits well, and after a sufficient
time, stopped and rubbed the crop lightly against her breasts, lifting
them gently as they hung and sliding the smooth leather across her
nipples. She swayed with every motion until I dropped the crop to my lap
and pulled her closer by both nipples. A pair of clamps with a short chain
was easy to apply, and I tugged the chain gently to turn her to face the
others.
"I would say her breasts look better this way, what do you think, Reg?"
"Excellent, the silver centered on pink is a nice effect." Linda said
nothing, but her eyes never moved from Patricia's body as she moistened
her lips. They both stared at the loveliness displayed for their approval
while the center of attention merely waited, all embarrassment forgotten,
eyes closed and breathing heavily.
I pushed Patricia out in front of me a bit more, still with her back to
me, and unwound the lead from where it had been throughout dinner. It
swung gently down in front of her as she stood silently.
"Spread for me."
She adjusted her stance until her thighs were as widely spaced as was
possible in those heels, then waited, facing straight ahead, her back a
gentle arch in the firelight. I slid the shaft of the crop high between
her legs, rubbing, and dropping slightly only to return upwards, first
slowly, then sharply enough to hear a 'snap' as the leather slapped
against her wetness. Snap ... moan ... snap ... moan. I stopped only when
her legs trembled so fiercely I feared she might fall, reaching out and
drawing her back to her place beside my chair. She dripped with sweat and
more than a hint of other moisture.
"I think she has earned forgiveness. If you would care to watch, she
learned a new skill recently."
Patricia's body stiffened under my hand as I pulled the last items from
concealment, a latex glove and a small tube of lubricant.
"No. Please. I can't. Not in front of...."
"'Can't?' Breaking our agreement so soon?" She looked at her feet and bit
her lip. "No dear, that is my happy task."
I pulled the chain down firmly until her lips touched mine, and since I
had promised, bit her gently. While I held her I said too softly for our
guests to hear, "I want you to do this, and I know you can. I promise you
will enjoy it without harm, these are people I trust completely, and you
know how rarely I say that. Once again, will you obey me?" She said
nothing, but I felt her nod once against my shoulder before she
straightened. I stroked my hand down her cheeks, untouched thus far, and
supported her body as she bent over both chair and my lap and waited for
me. I glanced up at Reg and Linda as I gathered her hair away from her
face, pleased to see they had not lost too much interest. Actually,
'riveted' was a fair description.
As we both preferred, her spanking started gently then swiftly proceeded
to hard, I alternated hands between hard strokes across her cheeks and,
well, a different sort of stroking between her pretty thighs. After her
cheeks seemed a match for the fire's glow, I donned the rubber glove, and
slowly worked lubricant round the fingers as I turned her head to look
back up at me. "I will not touch your front at all, you will come from
attentions to your rear alone this evening." She only murmured something
too soft too hear, then buried her head in the soft chair arm as I placed
one hand on her neck while the gloved one burrowed comfortably between
her warm, stinging cheeks.
Audience soon forgotten, she had no difficulty pleasing herself, her body
bucking gently to force first one finger, then two, more deeply inside
her. I firmly held the nape of her neck in one hand while working the
fingers of the other in 'til my palm rested firmly against her body. She
reared like an eager horse, pressing back against my hand, and I slid my
fingers almost out, then swiftly returned to the warmth of her depths. As
she loosened further, another finger joined the first pair, and I varied
the plunging with a bit of turning and hooking. This continued for a bit
longer, her eyes closed, her body opening even more for my hand, and soon
enough all four of my broad fingers were exploring deep inside her. I was
careful not to let her peak for a time, making her wait would be both
instructive and powerful. Still, all things come, as it were, to an end,
and when she was truly straining, reaching for release, I bent close to
her ear again.
"I want you to come right now. Come for me." Renewing my grip on her neck
to hold her in place, I sped my fingers and spread her further, with a few
more strokes she reached a screaming, crying and complete release. I held
her for some time after that until her sobbing ceased and she was able to
struggle onto her side. After discarding the glove and gently removing the
clamps, I helped her use a tissue, carefully blotting her tears without
disturbing her mascara. She slid off my lap to the floor, and rested
against my legs in our favorite position while I leaned down and massaged
her shoulders. We sat in silence for a time, a silence more eloquent than
applause, for each time I checked on Reginald and Linda, they still had not
looked away from her.
We basked in that companionable afterglow for a fair bit, until I glanced
at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Reg, 'tis nine o'clock."
"Is it really? Must go, have to get up at five to make it into the city."
As Reg and Linda walked out, I could read the second thoughts plainly in
Patricia's eyes and her quivering lip, -What will they think of me now?.
How could I have enjoyed that?- and all the rest. Teasing is fun, but
there is such a thing as going too far. We followed our guests out to the
front door where I stopped them briefly.
"Reg, Linda, would you show her please?"
I held Patricia close again with the lead between her legs, and supported
her with my free arm as well. She glanced back at me, quite confused,
-Show her what? What more was there?- She followed my gaze to where Linda
stood in front of Reg.
No great drama needed, he simply undid the buttons down the rear of her
blouse, slid the garment off her shoulders to hang from her arms, then
said "Lift your skirt." quietly but very firmly. As she did so, the rest
of her naked form was revealed, also shaven, both nipples and nether lips
graced with tiny gold rings. Linda spoke softly, but with deep emotion.
"I've been Reg's slave for the past five years, and we've never been
happier. Thank you for sharing this night with us, we both enjoyed it so."
She looked back to where Reg smiled approvingly, "I just hope we arrive
inside our room before he takes me, our auto is most uncomfortable." She
smiled herself, still naked before us, and leaned forward to give my
helpless love a quite serious kiss. Reg rearranged her blouse without
buttoning it and they stepped out the door arm in arm.
"Good night," I called, "we shall have to do this sort of thing again...."
I looked down into Patricia's face, tears fled now, and a hint of a
mischievous smile beginning at the corners of her mouth, "Soon!" I closed
the door against the night air, held her by the shoulders and studied her
more carefully.
"Something? Complaints?"
"No, but I'm going to be very careful just which fantasies I tell you from
now on, I never dreamed you would really make me act like such a slut in
front of total strangers."
"Totally safe 'strangers', really. Fulfilling our fantasies safely and with
passion is my pleasure dear, and you may be as sluttish as you wish, as
long as you are *my* slut. And do remember, 'tis my fantasy next time."
A long deep kiss stilled her retort for a moment.
"I hear and obey, you evil monster, now will you release me so I can hug
you?"
Calling names again? Sigh, a top's work is never done.
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Comments, ideas and constructive criticism always welcomed. As with all of
my postings, any archivist is welcome to copy and distribute this story
appropriately without let or hindrance, provided that the distribution is
free of charge and the entire posting remains intact and unedited.
::ObBadBondagePun::
"A book title for some ambitious author - 'A Modern Slave's Progress from
Bedroom To Dungeon', or 'From The Closet to Debasement'."
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a missive from
"That grim, fierce, dominant fellow, grrr ... grr ... <grin>"
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