Hungry for More

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “Nothing.” I scooped up the envelope and lipstick and slid it into a pocket on my short black apron and tried to get my mind off the slickness coating my thighs and the woman who haunted my waking dreams.

  You have been cordially invited as a guest to the Parlor for a night of bondage and discipline.

  Attendance is requested for 7:00 p.m. on November 12, 2013. Punctuality is essential.

  Attire: Black.

  I stared at the invitation in my hand and still couldn’t believe it. A bondage club? What the hell was I doing? Written in spidery black script on red paper that probably cost more than I made in a week at the store, the invitation lay on my lap as I sat in the car. It was 6:55. I had five minutes to either make it to the door or turn around and forget this had ever happened. My hands shook as I pulled out the lipstick Ms. Aires had requested I wear. Smoothing it over my lips, I made up my mind. This was the chance to do something I had always dreamed of.

  The club was on the outskirts of town and to anyone without a discerning eye, it could be just another country manse, hidden behind an iron gate and immaculately kept grounds. The line of cars waiting for the valet was long, but as I edged closer, I realized I would be able to be punctual. The valet was at my driver’s side door and suddenly it was decision time.

  Opening the car door, I stepped out and wobbled on my newly purchased, black, four-inch heels. My short black dress was tasteful and elegant. I had obsessed for days, looking to make just the right first impression. I had twisted my russet-colored hair into an updo and worn my best diamond earrings and necklace. Slamming the car door on my insecurities, I walked briskly to the entrance and handed the doorman my invitation.

  “Good evening.” He smiled and waved me inside. “To the right, please.”

  I stepped through the elegant door and into another universe.

  “Hello.” A young blonde woman in a leather collar and nothing else approached me. “What is your name?”

  “Francesca.” I smiled, nervous about what was going to happen next. I was trying very hard not to stare at her chest. Her nipples were pierced with rhinestone studs that flickered as she moved.

  “I am Bianca. Please follow me into the next room.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she caught me staring. I followed without another word.

  “You will disrobe and place your belongings in one of these lockers.”

  “What?” I panicked, bile rising up in my throat. No one had said anything about wearing anything other than black.

  Bianca rolled her eyes and dragged me over to a colorful rack of corsets and costumes. “This is a fetish party, among other things. You have to change out of your street clothes and put on one of these. Some of the guests are regulars, but since this is your first time at the Parlor, you get to pick something from the collection.”

  “Fetish?”

  “Yes. Erotic attachment to objects. Mistress Melody has shared with me your fixation on women’s lips and lipstick. I myself have noticed your attention to some of my, um, attributes.” Bianca blushed prettily and began to prowl through the rack in search of something. “Here.” She eyed my cleavage. “I think this will fit, but you really do have to undress. Time is short and you are due out on the floor momentarily.”

  A flush crept up my neck as I glanced down at the object in my hand. A corset. An actual, honest to goddess corset. My inner folds clenched and I found myself growing weak in the knees. “How did you know?” I whispered.

  Bianca patted my back and proceeded to unzip my dress. “Step out.” I did and she nodded at my choice of thigh-high stockings and black silk panties. “Very nice. The bra has to go, too.”

  I unhooked it and handed it over. Bianca hung the dress and slid the bra over the top of the hanger, placing it in my locker. She took the corset from me and I marveled at the sea of hooks and loops.

  “Hold up your arms.”

  I lifted them up and Bianca maneuvered the corset around my torso. As she worked the fastenings, a sudden jerk had me gasping for breath.

  “Okay. Hold on to something. My knee is about to meet the middle of your back.”

  I swore as the breath was knocked out of me once again and then the grunting and finger fumbling ceased. Bianca came around the front. “Okay, now pop those boobs.”

  “What?”

  Bianca rolled her eyes. “You have to pull your cleavage up or the corset won’t sit right.”

  “Oh!” I laughed, feeling stupid. Plunging my hands into the cups of the corset, I lifted out my breasts and set them back in properly. The difference was immediate. I looked into the mirror and hardly recognized myself. The corset was ravishing in shades of dark red with black accents, making my eyes look black and my lips a very full red. I was beautiful.

  “Much better.” Bianca looked me up and down. “One more coat of lipstick and you are ready.”

  I went over to my purse and applied another coat, luxuriating in the feel of the lipstick on my lips.

  “Time to go.” Bianca held the door and I tossed the lipstick back into my purse and ran after her.

  The main room was almost empty and this spurred my guide to move even faster. “Hurry!”

  My heels wobbled as I struggled to run down the hall and breathe at the same time. Corset wearing was not as easy as it looked.

  When we reached the main door, Bianca stopped. “Okay. Now, go in. The presentation should be almost over; then you mingle. You will find your Mistress Aires and she will claim you as her guest tonight. Good luck.”

  Opening the door, I walked right in on a presentation and all eyes turned my way. An enigmatic man in a tux who’d been speaking paused and looked at me with mild disdain.

  “As I was saying, we need a volunteer for the next part of this evening’s presentation. How lovely that this late little submissive has turned up just in time.”

  I swallowed. Oh my goddess. He was talking about me.

  “You there, young woman in the corset. Please come here.”

  My legs were shaking. I felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on me as I made my way to the stage.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now, who claims this young woman as their guest?”

  “I do.” Melody Aires stood, a vision in black leather and platform shoes.

  “What do you think we should do with a submissive who is in need of a lesson on punctuality?”

  Ms. Aires walked up the steps to the stage. “I think a flogging would be in order, Sir Anthony.”

  “Ms. Aires?” I whimpered, scared out of my mind.

  “Francesca. Come here.” Ms. Aires pointed to two hoops that hung from the very top of the curtains. “I want you to hold on to these and not let go.” She smacked me on the ass and walked over to a table to retrieve something.

  This was not going like my fantasy at all. I had read plenty of erotic novels and knew it was supposed to be safe, sane and consensual. I hadn’t given anyone here permission to do anything, had I? Bile crept up my throat again as I reached up to grab the rings. My breasts threatened to spill out of my corset and I wondered how I was going to be flogged if I was still wearing it.

  I heard movement behind me and felt a tug at my laces. Oh goddess!

  “No!” I tried to wiggle away but Ms. Aires grabbed me by the hair. A flood of moisture pooled in my pussy and I moaned.

  “I knew I was right about you, little Francesca. Now, you have put me in the embarrassing and awkward situation of punishing you when we aren’t even officially seeing each other. If I hadn’t claimed you, some else might have. I suspect you would not have liked that, would you?”

  “No, Ma’am,” I whimpered.

  “Good. Now I am going to flog you, very gently. To do this, I will need to remove your corset. If it is your choice, we can continue. I haven’t been coming to your counter for months because I actually need thirty tubes of lipstick, mind you. This just didn’t turn out exactly how I’d planned it to go. Now, if you agree, I would like you to face the b
ack of the stage and I will unlace you. You will be flogged and then you and your pretty pussy will be mine for the evening. Is that agreeable to you?”

  I stared at her in shock. “I…um…yes, Ma’am.”

  “That is fine. Now, turn around unless you want all these fine people to see your lovely breasts.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Blushing, I turned my back to the audience and felt Mistress Aires begin to tug at my laces. After a few moments, she freed me from the corset and I was left to hang from the rings in nothing but my black silk panties and thigh-high stockings.

  “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Please forgive the late intrusion of my new submissive, Francesca. She is quite new to the scene and this is her first party. Can we please welcome my new pet?”

  The crowd clapped and tittered with laughter as I hung my head in embarrassment.

  “Excellent. I have chosen to flog Francesca tonight to demonstrate the many uses of a flogger, from the lightest touch to the sharpest sting.”

  I felt the whoosh of the leather strips against my back on the first blow; they landed much like a feather against my skin. The second pass was not as fluid. The strips snapped along the expanse of my back, causing me to wince and cry out. Tears escaped my eyes before I even realized I was crying. I had to bite my lip to hold back the sob that threatened to escape.

  “One more pass, Francesca.” Mistress Aires ran the handle of the instrument against my ass and let it delve between my thighs. “You can also use the flogger to entice and excite a reaction from your submissive that will leave them in a puddle of lust. Use the handle just so to flick her clit to attention just before striking and you are guaranteed to have a slave more than happy to bend to your will.”

  The final pop of the flogger against the side of my ass sent my senses reeling and I groaned as moisture seeped from between my legs.

  “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your gracious attention. Sir Anthony, I leave the rest of the floggings to your expert hand.”

  She came around and pulled my shaking hands from the rings, tugging my body against hers. “Walk with me.” I let her lead me, bare breasted, off the stage and out a side door.

  “I have a room set aside. Come, I will have your clothing and personal items sent for.” I followed Mistress Aires down a long hallway until we reached a door that she unlocked with a key card.

  “Come in and sit down, please.”

  I shakily sat down on the massive bed. “Well, that wasn’t how I envisioned our first encounter.”

  Mistress Aires laughed. “Nor I. Now, how about I live up to my promise and make it up to you?”

  She moved between my thighs and I froze.

  “Do you wish to use a safeword? We are probably a little past that formality, but if you like…”

  “Marmalade.”

  She laughed and nodded. “Well then, marmalade it is.” Her face vanished between my thighs and my panties went airborne, along with my shoes.

  Her lips nibbled along my inner thighs and her fingers entered me three deep, filling me instantly. I cried out as her lips moved to my eager and throbbing clit, sending me into orbit almost immediately.

  “Oh goddess!” I screamed and bucked against her face. She withdrew her fingers and pulled my pussy closer. Her tongue licked my sex from front to back before she began to fuck me with it. With her thumb working my clit, she sucked and licked my hungry cunt until I howled her name in sobbing ecstasy.

  “Now, wasn’t that worth a little flagellation?” She wiped her moist face on the bedsheet and pounced on me. “What do you want to do next?”

  I smiled at her, suddenly shy. “Well, I kind of wanted to watch you put on that new red lipstick.”

  She laughed. “And then what?”

  “Then I am going to find out what’s under that skirt. That is, if you don’t mind, Mistress.” I bit my lip and lowered my eyes, trying unsuccessfully to be coy.

  “Oh, I think that can be arranged.” She slapped me on the ass and got up to find the tube of lipstick that had started it all.

  My night was looking better and better.

  SOMETHING SLEAZY

  Elizabeth Coldwell

  Let’s do something sleazy this weekend.” Brett regarded me over the lip of his coffee mug.

  I continued to spread apricot conserve on my buttered toast. “What exactly did you have in mind?” I kept my tone casual, trying not to let him know how much he’d piqued my interest with those words.

  The last time he’d suggested “something sleazy,” we’d found ourselves checking into a down-market hotel under false names, and pretending we had respective spouses who we were cheating on. I could still recall the feel of the cheap nylon coverlet under my knees, and the way the bed’s padded velour headboard had banged against the wall with every thrust as Brett fucked me from behind, his hands gripping my hips hard and his breath harsh and urgent in my ear. We’d had the kind of quick, animalistic sex we’d largely given up in favor of long, leisurely sessions on a Sunday morning. I knew acting out one of his favorite fantasies had added some much-needed spice to our marriage.

  Not that things had become boring, exactly, but when you’ve been together as long as we have, there’s always the danger that you’ll sink into a comfortable routine and forget about the hot, frantic encounters that made the relationship so enjoyable in the early days.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, as if the idea had only just occurred to him. “I was thinking maybe we could take a trip to the park later on.”

  He gave me a moment to let the idea sink in. We didn’t visit the park often; it was on the other side of the city, and when I wanted to exercise our little bichon frise, Millie, I usually took her on a short circuit that encompassed our local shops and back. She was getting too old to want to go very far, and I had a deadline that meant I couldn’t spare much time out of my working day to accommodate her. It made more sense to combine her walk with my chores.

  But a couple of Sundays ago, the weather had been unseasonably fine and Brett had been restless. He’d persuaded me to step away from the laptop for a while so we could take Millie to the park and enjoy the sunshine. It seemed like everyone else had had the same idea, and the place was filled with families feeding the ducks and young couples like ourselves strolling through the neat lawns and formal gardens.

  Near the lake, Millie had picked up a scent that intrigued her, and gone after it, snuffling and wheezing in an excited fashion as she tugged at her leash. I’d assumed she could smell one of the squirrels that skittered along the tree branches, so I wasn’t quite prepared for what I found when we pushed through the undergrowth into a small, dank clearing. Nothing was happening there, but it was all too obvious that it wasn’t long since something had. The earth was tramped down by heavy feet, and wads of discarded tissue lay on the ground, left behind by whoever had been here. The air smelled of sex—a thick, briny odor that couldn’t fail to have attracted Millie. Even as I was picking her up so I could carry her out of there, Brett blundered in behind me. Just as I had, he took one look round this tight, sordid space, saw the unmistakable evidence of what had been taking place here, and his eyes widened.

  “God, Jenni, how long have we been living in this city, and we had no idea guys came cruising here.”

  “You think that’s what this is?” I wondered how he could be so sure this was a men-only meeting place. After all, I’d heard enough about dogging to know it was an equal-opportunity pursuit.

  “Of course. If women were coming here, they’d clean up after themselves, at least.” He grinned. “I thought the fact this was men only would appeal to you.”

  We made our way back out into the fresh air, Millie whining a little at being deprived of all those interesting scents to explore. “Maybe it does,” was all I said. “Come on, let’s go and get a coffee.”

  We’d said nothing more about our discovery that afternoon, but Brett had been right. The idea that men were sneaking into those bushes to meet f
or some kind of sex, whether that was just circle jerks or full-on penetration, did appeal. I’d never been able to explain why, but the thought of guys getting off with each other had always excited me. When Brett and I had discussed our fantasies, though, I’d found it hard to admit to him that I wanted to watch two men having sex. Somehow, it felt strange, taboo. Everyone knew two women pleasuring each other was one of the most popular male fantasies there was—hell, the porn industry pretty much revolved around fulfilling that fantasy. But girls weren’t supposed to have any interest in finding out what guys did together, or so I’d always believed.

  When I’d finally confessed to Brett that this was what I really wanted, I’d expected him to be alarmed and appalled. He wasn’t. In fact, he’d been incredibly sympathetic, all the while explaining that, much as he’d love to help me fulfill that fantasy, he couldn’t. He just didn’t have a gay bone in his body. He’d done the next best thing, though, buying me a couple of man-on-man porn DVDs that I thought were the closest I’d ever get to watching gay sex in the flesh.

  Now, lingering over our breakfast, I let the full implication of Brett’s words sink in. There could be only one reason he’d want to go down to the park, and what could be sleazier than sneaking into that sheltered little dogging spot again—particularly if it was occupied at the time we visited?

  “Are you serious about this?”

  He nodded. “I’ve been looking on some chat rooms. Seems the park is pretty well known as a pickup spot, but what happens there is mostly spur-of-the-moment stuff. But a handful of guys go down there on Sunday nights who welcome spectators as long as they’re discreet.”

  “Female spectators?” A pulse had started to beat quickly in my pussy at the thought of finally getting to fulfill my fantasy.

  “They didn’t say, but I reckon if you wear baggy clothes and tuck your hair under a cap, no one will realize.”

  “You’d do this for me?” Brett even visiting a gay chat room was an eye-opener; the idea that he’d done so purely so he could help give me what I’d always wanted made me want to fling myself across the kitchen table and plant a big, apricot-flavored kiss on his lips.