by Louis Friend
Dee lackadaisically masturbated me as I filled with fluid. I began moaning from the pleasure of Dee’s hand mixed with the pleasure pain discomfort of the enema.
Marla squeezed the bag to flood me with the last of the liquid. “Hold tight,” she said, while slowly pulling the nozzle free.
I clenched as tight as I could, trying to hold the liquid inside of myself.
After she put the equipment down, Marla moved to the head of the table. She put her hands on my cheeks, lightly caressing me as she looked down into my eyes. She could see my panic and excitement.
“You’ll feel the pressure build, almost as if the water never ceased. When it gets to be too much for you to handle, you need to ask for release. When that time comes, I may or may not allow you to use the restroom by the entrance. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head as much as I could, my voice struggling to get out of my throat. She smiled and patted my cheek before walking out of my field of vision.
Despite Dee’s hand on my cock, I felt utterly isolated, staring up at the ceiling and thinking only of the rumbling in my gut. I was torn between the pleasure of manipulation and the discomfort building inside.
Finally, I had to plead for release. I was granted the privilege of using the loft’s restroom. I was mortified by the sounds that must have been coming out of that room but managed to get over it with the sheer relief of evacuating.
When I sheepishly returned, Marla had me get back on the table. This time she strapped me down; one across the chest, one at the waist, and one at the neck. My legs were free only momentarily before they were pushed back and Dee wrapped a strap around each ankle that were then put behind my thighs, effectively keeping my knees bent. She smiled at me after she did this, the first time I had seen her truly smile all evening.
Dee then removed her underwear, revealing a steadily hardening circumcised penis. She continued to smile at me and I jumped as I felt the cool wetness of lubrication being applied to my now-exposed opening by Marla’s sure hand.
Dee moved closer to me and ran her stiffening cock across my lips, pushing insistently against them until I opened my mouth and allowed her to access the warm wetness. I felt the smoothness of her hot flesh against my tongue as she grew inside of me. She took the back of my head in her hands and began pulling me, still restrained against the bonds, back and forth along her shaft as she effectively fucked my mouth.
Why this particular act of debauchery affected me so, I’m unsure. Being taken by Dee in this manner sent me reeling, especially to be used like this in front of Marla. I felt as if the rest of the night’s events could have been “laughed off” as an amusing bit of play but having my mouth violated like this took things to a different level.
Let’s not kid anyone, I loved the feel of Dee’s cock in my mouth, and hearing her breathe through her clenched teeth made me want to suck her with as much vigor as my bonds would allow.
Meanwhile, Marla teased and played with my asshole, opening it with her fingers until a signal passed between her and Dee at which time, Dee removed her cock from my mouth and made her way to the end of the table, which was at the right height for her to enter my waiting rosebud.
As she pushed her cock towards my waiting hole, Marla climbed up onto the table and rested her pantied pudendum on my mouth and nose, allowing me to smell the heady aroma of her excitement. This helped ease the discomfort I felt as Dee entered my behind, her hands grabbing onto my legs and pulling me onto her.
Around the sides of Marla’s thighs, I heard Dee grunt as she went deep inside of me sending a shudder of pain mixed with pleasure through my entire body. Someone, I’m not sure who, held on tight to my cock.
Marla pushed herself harder against my face until she reached a point where I knew my nose must have been against the clitoris under her panties. She pressed harder, then lighter, then harder again, fucking herself against my proboscis as her friend fucked my ass.
Dee began to get more intense, her thrusts harder and deeper, while Marla continued to bump her love button against my nose faster. The hand on my cock gripped tighter. I couldn’t take it anymore and, despite trying to ask permission against the gusset of Marla’s panties, I erupted. The hand on my cock squeezed and milked me through orgasm and soon my ears were filled with the muffle stutter cry of Marla as she reached her own climax on top of me. Dee followed suit just a second thereafter, her cock twitching and jerking inside of me.
The ladies slowly got off and out of me. I lay there, dazed, while Marla fetched a warm washcloth for me to clean up with. Playtime now over, she walked me downstairs and gave me directions back to my car.
I was both turned around and boggled by the events of the previous two hours.
The following Monday at work, Marla didn’t say anything or act any differently towards me. We continued our pleasant working relationship from then on, but every Friday night (until the company relocated her) we would meet at The Grasshopper and adjourn back to her loft for more extracurricular activity.
Open-Minded Wet Nurse
The local free magazine hosts a wide variety of interesting personal ads. The one that caught my eye a few weeks back started with the line: “Open-Minded Wet Nurse.”
A woman was renting out her lactation ability. A visit to the URL provided, along with a few phone calls, shed some more light on the offer. The woman, Mistress Sue, also provides a wide array of other fetish fulfillment but her “hook” is her continued lactation.
Having never tasted breast milk, I was incredibly curious. Moreover, I had some great conversations with Mistress Sue. Though she’s a professional Dominatrix, she didn’t put on the typical airs that so many unprofessional professionals tend to do. No “bow, yield, kneel!” from the word go. Instead, we talked like two rational human beings, discussing our likes, dislikes, and curiosities.
When we met, Mistress Sue wore a lovely red outfit of lace. A bustier, thigh high stockings, garters, and panties.
She welcomed me with a hug and a whisper in my ear: “There’s Mommy’s little slut.”
My knees melted a bit at her words while other parts of me stiffened significantly. She helped me out of my clothes and into a pair of pink panties.
“Oh, she’s such a cute little girl,” she cooed, rubbing her long fingernails over the silky drawers.
Mommy laid me down on a king-sized bed. The room was darkened, lit only by candles. I could smell the soft scent of her skin, feeling the warmth of her fingers as she pulled my testicles out from the panties and attached a set of electrodes. She sat next to me, her fingers toying with my nipples, sending ripples of desire through me along with a slow, low current of energy that built. She kept her eyes locked to mine, breathing in time with me as I began to feel the prick of electricity build to what felt like a steady thump against the underside of my cock, as if it were a metronome.
She lowered the intensity of the electricity before lifting one of her breasts out of her bustier. “Is my baby hungry?”
I nodded, unable to speak, so excited by the idea of what might occur next.
She lowered her breast to above my mouth and, squeezing on either side, sprayed a thin stream of warm, sweet milk onto my waiting tongue. It was wonderful. I felt it run down my tongue and I savored the taste all along its path. She sprayed again and then put her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and suckled, trying to find the way to get her milk from her breast. I worked her breast as best I could until I finally found a way to get the milk out with the pressure of my mouth.
Mommy began satisfying my thirst, my hunger, my lust, with her delicious breast milk. I could feel it dripping down my tongue and I swallowed. She took the breast away and I nearly cried like an infant until she replaced it with her other breast. She switched off several more times, allowing me to suckle at her teats for a good long while.
I won’t say that I was satisfied when she took her breast away for the last time because I don’t think that I could ever be sated from that. I wanted
to do it all night long. But, she had different things in mind.
She put a pacifier in my mouth before moving to the foot of the bed. I stared up at the ceiling as she busied herself. She tugged down my panties before she lifted up my legs. She told me to hold them up and I complied. Cool wetness fell over my exposed asshole, followed soon by a gloved finger.
I moaned around the pacifier as she entered into me with one finger and then two. I looked down to see her smiling as she manipulated my opening. She pushed my legs higher and replaced her fingers with the head of a strap-on dildo.
“Mommy’s baby needs to be fucked,” she taunted before pushing into me.
She fucked me deeply, moving up close and resting her body on my erection. As she moved in and out of me, the friction from her flesh on my cock was wonderful. It felt like I was being fucked from behind and stroked from the front.
She looked down at me, fucking me, on top of me, and told me, “I want my little slut to make a mess on Mommy’s belly.” With those words and the pressure/pleasure below, I was over the edge.
With each pump of me, she was pumping cum out of my cock and onto her flesh. “Oh, you’re making Mommy all sticky,” she moaned, feeling the warm wetness between us.
She spread the wetness of my cum over her now-bare breasts and stomach, her cock still inside of me. She slowly slid out before removing the condom on the rubber cock and moving up next to me. She removed the pacifier from my mouth and replaced it with the dildo, allowing me to suck on it while she stroked my hair. When she was satisfied with that, she took the cock out of my mouth and allowed me to feed a little more on the milk from her breasts. As I suckled, she hummed quietly, making me feel completely safe, comfortable, and at ease.
New York After Dark
I was in New York for an Interactive Conference. It was a bore. I was complaining about the waste of my time to one of my Midwestern friends and she mentioned that she might have the perfect distraction for me. By 8 o’clock that night I had been essentially “set up” to meet a native New Yorker at the Angelica Theater down town.
“You’ll like her,” I was told. “She’s funny and cute. I think you two will find you have a lot in common.”
This was not a date but more of a “friendship waiting to happen” in my friend’s eyes. That we were meeting for a Todd Haynes film told me that this mystery woman had some taste. That she was writing a review of it for Time Out New York meant that she enjoyed writing, too. That she got paid for it was even more impressive.
We met in the theater, I could tell it was her by the way she was scanning the room the same way I was. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Louise. She was an African American woman with a close-cropped haircut, voluptuous figure, and sparkling green eyes. She had a captivating smile and I instantly felt a spark of attraction upon shaking her hand.
The next few days we spent throughout Manhattan. I skipped my conference and we shopped, ate, and chatted extensively. I got a little sad each night as we said goodbye. I was having a great time hanging out.
The day before I was scheduled to leave she invited me over for lunch at her loft since we were in the area doing some browsing at Tower Records. I noted with interest that some of the magazines she had bought were of rather questionable material including the latest Prometheus magazine from The Eulenspiegel Society, a New York BDSM group.
While she prepared lunch, I asked if I could look at some of the things she had picked up.
“Sure,” she said, “I’m not sure if there’s anything you’ll like but go ahead.”
I started leafing through the pages of Prometheus. I was really enjoying the photographs of all thehighly attractive models in their fetish gear. One photograph in particular made my mouth drop open—it was of Louise in a black bodice and leather skirt!
I read the caption next to the photograph to learn that she was a member and chapter leader of TES.
Is this why my friend thought we would get on well together? Do I wear my D/s proclivities on my sleeve? Or was this as much a secret to her as it had been to me until now?
I put away the magazine as she brought out sandwiches and iced tea to eat on her couch. We had a wonderful view of the Village from her tall windows. For the first time since our initial awkward silence before the movie a few nights before, we were quiet. There was something unspoken between us now and I was determined to play the waiting game and make her speak first. This is quiet difficult for a chatterbox like me.
We were done with lunch and I was carrying the dishes to her kitchenette when she boldly asked, “Do you want to see my collection of floggers?” She said it as casually as if she had asked if I wanted to see her Hummel collection.
I agreed.
She went to a large case in the corner of her living room and lowered a protective black cover. Inside were over a dozen floggers of various shapes, colors, and materials. She ran her index finger along the top of them and selected a particular flogger.
“This was one of my first,” she said fondly. “My late husband used it on me the night we met.”
She told me of her first Eulenspiegel Society event and how she had met the man that became her husband. They had played and stayed together for years. He had encouraged her to switch and be a Domme with select people. He groomed her to be the best submissive and Dominant that he possibly could before he passed away years ago.
Surprising myself I ventured, “I’d like to experience how it feels, if you don’t mind.” I stepped towards her, removing my shirt and slightly hunching over so that my hands were on the arm of her couch, propping me up.
“I’m not going to use that one for sentimental reasons but…” She selected something else.
I heard the swish of material and felt the slap of a purple deerskin flogger over my shoulders. It warmed my flesh slightly and I could smell the fragrance of the flogger in the air.
Down it came again, harder this time as she tested out my resilience. Harder again and varied, all across my back. I could hear her put it back and select another. This one had much more of a sting. She swung it around to get a whirring noise before striking me with it, raising welts on my back.
“I need you to take your pants down so I can have more area to strike,” she said matter-of-factly.
I lowered my pants and underwear, letting them bunch at my ankles. She now struck with abandon across my ass cheeks. I muffled my slight cries as she battered my butt with that flogger and another that was even more sinister. Now I could feel welts raising on my posterior and could hear her switching to yet another flogger.
“Turn around,” she said.
I obeyed despite this sudden awkwardness of allowing this person who was becoming my friend to suddenly see my genitalia. I could see a line of perspiration across her forehead and a devilish glint in her eyes. The flogger in her fist looked as if it were made out of hard plastic strips.
She lashed out like a snake and swiped it across my flaccid cock. The sting was incredible and I sucked air through my teeth. I didn’t complain, however. Rather, I stood back up even straighter after instinct had me bend over slightly to pull away from the pain.
My acceptance and desire for more definitely did right by her. She smiled, the light glinting across her smile, before swiping across my growing cock a second, third, and fourth time. She hung up the flogger and motioned that I should pull my pants back up. This was rather difficult as I had a raging hard-on by this time but I managed.
She went over and grabbed her coat and I followed quickly along. It was as if the entire time at her apartment hadn’t happened. We went back to being the friends that we had been before and no mention was made of D/s or pain. However, rather than continuing to shop at rather “vanilla” stores, our path now took us to much more “alternative” venues which included fetish gear, pornography, and other interesting items.
After a long day of walking, chatting, and shopping we got in a cab and Louise gave a very specific address across tow
n.
The restaurant that night was markedly different from the places we had been frequenting previously. Lit only with candles and served by waitresses with chains around their waists that led to their hands and the trays they carried this was the first “fetish restaurant” I had ever heard of. When we got there, Louise introduced herself by the name she used in Prometheus and said that she and her sub would be dining tonight.
The wait staff never looked at me, as if I wasn’t there. She ordered all food and drink for me, not allowing me to interface with anyone but she. It didn’t take long until she was down to brass tacks, asking me some very awkward and personal questions about my past experience as a submissive. She took it all in, making mental notes as the meal progressed.
I paid the tab and we left after dessert. Rather than going our separate ways she told me that I’d be coming back to her place. When she got there she told me to strip and leave my clothes by the door.
She had me kneel and she left the room to start a bath. Once she was in the tub she called for me to join her. She moved up in the tub and told me to get behind her. It was a luxurious tub and we both fit well.
With my legs spread, she moved back to lean against my chest and continued to sponge warm water over her. Her head fit nicely under my chin and I could smell the scent of her hair. I know it sounds odd, but her hair fascinated me. I never had seen an natural ‘do on an African American woman that close and I asked if I could touch it. She had me do one better and allowed me to oil it for her.
I wondered if she could feel the hardness of my cock against her ass as we sat and relaxed in the tub. She told me that she was glad we had met and that our mutual friend had done her right by steering such a pleasant submissive her way.
I still wasn’t sure if our friend knew of our proclivities or if it had been a happy accident. Regardless, I was having a wonderful time, especially when she had me soap her up and rinse her down.
We toweled dry and she led me to the ladder that went up to her large, raised bed. I followed her up and found her on her back, her legs spread. She told me to please her with my mouth and I obliged willingly.
