Barbara picked up a shell and, with loud slurping noises, slid an oyster into her mouth. “I love them, too,” Barbara said. She licked her lips with exaggerated movements of her slender tongue.
“The way you eat those makes me want to fuck you right here, right now. But there’s a long evening ahead of us and anticipation makes it that much better.”
They chatted amiably, ate and drank and, by the time they had finished, Barbara was no longer turned on. She merely felt warm and comfortable.
“As I told you, I would like to dress you up for the evening,” CJ said finally. “But first, I have a question for you. Have you ever thought about shaving your pussy?”
Barbara thought for a moment. “I haven’t, but I wouldn’t mind, if you’d like me to.”
“I’d like to shave you myself. It’s very sexy for a man to look at a shaved pussy. It’s so brazen somehow, so inviting and obvious. It would be perfect for this evening. If you don’t ever want to do it again, you can let it grow. I will warn you, it might he a bit itchy as it grows out.”
“I’ll risk it. It sounds kinky.”
CJ beamed. “Great. Take your jeans and panties off and sit here,” he said, indicating a leather director’s chair.
Slightly embarrassed at casually undressing before a man that, despite their previous activities, she hardly knew, Barbara removed her jeans, panties, shoes, and socks. She sat in the chair and CJ draped her legs over the arms so her pussy was exposed and vulnerable. Then CJ brought a pair of scissors, pan of warm water, soap, a razor, and a handful of towels.
While Barbara watched, he cut her pubic hair very short, then rubbed the short stubble and ‘accidentally’ brushed her now-exposed clit. From not turned-on to ravenous in only a moment, she thought. Barbara swallowed hard but tried to look as casual as CJ. Then he made lots of soapy lather and rubbed it over her pubis. Slowly and with infinite care, he shaved off all the hair, his probing fingers and the gentle rub of the razor making Barbara tremble with need.
He washed the area with a soft cloth, then smoothed on some antiseptic lotion. Then he rose and returned with a large mirror that stood on a wooden stand. “Look at your wonderful pussy,” he said, adjusting the mirror so Barbara could see her hairless mound. CJ was right. It was obvious and erotic, like an opening begging to he filled. CJ stroked one finger along her naked slit. “It makes you hot looking at yourself, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible.
“Then you need to he filled.” CJ disappeared, then returned with a dildo like the one she had recommended to the customer. “Remember how Alyssa could watch the men as they fucked her? Now, watch in the mirror while I fuck you with this.” He held the dildo against her opening, then slowly, while Barbara watched, fascinated, slid it into her body.
Barbara was shaking from the intensity of the twin sensations, watching herself being fucked with the dildo and the feel of the large member penetrating her. “May this be the first of many tonight,” CJ said, kneeling between her legs and tonguing her clit until she came, her juices trickling over her now-exposed skin. “You are the most responsive woman,” CJ said, rubbing her clit and thrusting the dildo in and out as tremors shook her. “And you are so beautiful when you come.”
Unable to speak, Barbara just moaned.
A while later, CJ stood up and said, “If you’re calmer now, we can get you dressed for the party.” He looked at his watch. “It starts in an hour.”
Barbara took a deep breath and took her legs from the arms of the chair. Smiling, she said, “What would you like me to wear?”
CJ reached for a box on a table and handed it to her. “The idea of presenting you to my friends wearing this makes me hot, but it will only work if it turns you on as well.” Barbara opened the box. Inside was a black latex body suit with long legs, long sleeves, and openings where her breasts and pussy would be. “Picture yourself in that,” CJ purred. “You would look amazing. Are you game?”
Barbara gazed at the garment. Her large breasts and now-hairless crotch would be exposed, but the rest of her body would be tightly encased in the stretchy fabric. It sounded delicious. She nodded and CJ smiled. “You delight me,” he crooned, handing her the suit. “I need to change, too.”
While CJ was in another room changing for the party, Barbara slowly wiggled the tight suit on over her skin. Zippers tightened the sleeves and legs until, when it was in place, it fit like her skin, with only her breasts and pussy exposed. She looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed at the wanton woman who looked back at her. “Oh, Lord,” she said to her reflection. “Barbara, what have you done to yourself?”
“Made yourself into the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen,” CJ said from behind her. She turned and saw that he was dressed in a similar black latex outfit, only his had short sleeves, thigh-length pants, and a full crotch. His swollen shaft beneath was hard to miss. “The feet of the latex hugging my cock keeps me erect all night.” When he placed her hand between his legs, she felt something around the base of his cock. To her puzzled expression, he said, “I wear a cock ring to keep me from coming before I’m ready.”
“Oh,” Barbara said.
“Now, sit back here,” CJ said, motioning her to the leather chair. “I want to do your finger and toenails.”
With great care, CJ polished her now-long fingernails and her toenails with polish that was almost black. Then he asked her to close her eyes while he applied additional makeup and arranged her hair over her shoulders. She could feel him stroke the silver streak.
When he was done, he angled the mirror so she could look at herself. She opened her eyes and stared. He had used deep green shadow, heavy mascara, and deep, almost-black lipstick. She looked like an animal on the prowl. Where’s the woman who Maggie met that first night? she wondered. Gone for now, she answered herself.
“Do you approve?”
“Very much,” she said.
He handed her a pair of calf-high, black patent-leather boots, with spike heels. “I think these should be about your size, he said, and she slipped them on and stood up.
“Oh, yes,” he said, slowly lowering himself until he was crouched at her feet. “Mistress.”
Mistress. He was inviting her into his fantasy, she realized. He wanted her to control him. Did she know how? Her confusion must have shown on her face. “You’ll learn how, if you’re willing,” he said. “There will be many there willing and able to teach you. And I will serve you.” He got a cloak from the closet and draped it around Barbara’s shoulders, carefully arranging her hair over the collar. “If you will allow me to lead,” he said.
“Yes,” Barbara said, standing up straight, now taller than he was in her high heels. “Do that.”
In silence, they took a taxi across town to an old loft building in Soho. Although the taxi driver gave them a few odd looks, the trip was uneventful. CJ paid the driver and opened the door for her. They entered an old elevator and ascended two floors. When the doors opened, Barbara looked around, her eyes widening.
The room took up more than half of the loft and was furnished with tables and chairs, single and double lounges, and soft sofas. There were benches with straps and rings attached, stocks, and items that Barbara could only imagine uses for.
There were about two dozen couples, a few dancing, several sitting around tables, others in various stages of copulation. Music played in the background, similar to the music on CJ’s tapes, with deep, pulsing rhythms that echoed in Barbara’s soul.
As CJ removed Barbara’s cloak, two men got up and walked over to them. “Who is this goddess?” one asked.
“My mistress,” CJ said.
“And she allows you to speak on your own?”
“Occasionally,” CJ said. “When I have pleased her sufficiently. Her name is Barbara.”
“Good evening,” she said, slowly getting acclimated to her surroundings and trying to figure out exactly how to behave.
“Good eveni
ng, Mistress Barbara,” the two men said.
“CJ. It’s good to see you,” a woman called, motioning them over. The men led CJ and Barbara to a small table. “My name’s Pam,” the woman said as Barbara sat down. “And this is Tisha,” she said, indicating the other woman at the table. “You’re new to our little group.”
“Yes, I am,” Barbara said.
“My mistress is new to everything about this,” CJ said. “But she wants to learn.”
“Wonderful,” Tisha said. A tiny blonde, she wore a genuine-looking policeman’s uniform, with a pair of handcuffs dangling from a clip on her wide leather belt. “Let me show you what wonderful things my pet can do.” She snapped her fingers and spread her legs. Barbara saw then that, like her outfit, the crotch of Pam’s navy-blue pants was missing. “I like my men to be able to service me whenever I like.” One of the men who had greeted her now knelt between Tisha’s legs and began to lick her pussy. Tisha picked up her glass and sipped, trying unsuccessfully to look unaffected. “He’s gotten too good at this,” she said, panting. “Shit,” she yelled, and Barbara watched as waves of orgasm overtook her.
Pam laughed. “He seems to be able to bring her off with almost no effort. I don’t know whether she’s that hot all the time, or he’s that good.” It was all Barbara could do not to stare at the woman speaking. She wore a kelly-green lace teddy that barely covered any of her athletic, ebony body, with thigh-high, green lace stockings and green satin heels. She also wore dark-green, elbow-length fingerless gloves. Even sitting down, Barbara could tell that she had to be over six feet tall. And gorgeous.
“She certainly seems to enjoy it,” Barbara said.
“And why not,” Pam said. “It’s the best. I understand you’re new to this type of fun and games.”
“Yes,” Barbara said, not sure what she was supposed to do.
“Watch what goes on around you and do what you think will give you and CJ pleasure.”
“God, that was good,” Tisha said, rejoining the conversation. “Get me something to eat,” she said to the man who was now sitting on the floor at her feet.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, rising and moving to the buffet table. Pam looked at the man beside her and he quickly got up and followed.
Barbara looked at CJ. “I’m hungry, too,” she said in what she hoped was a sufficiently authoritative tone. “Get me something.”
CJ tried not to smile. “Oh, yes, Mistress,” he said, and left the table.
“CJ’s never brought a mistress here before,” Pam said. “Usually he’s the dominant one.”
“How can someone be dominant one time and like that another?” Barbara asked.
“Many people enjoy both sides of dominant/submissive behavior. Others only enjoy being in charge, or surrendering.” She smiled, encouraging Barbara to trust her. “What do you usually enjoy?”
“I don’t really know. I’ve been tied up and I loved that. I’ve also listened to a lot of CJ’s tapes and all the stories really turn me on. But I’ve never actually been in anything like this before, on either side.”
“How wonderful to explore,” Pam said. “To try it all out for the first time. I envy you. First times are so hot.”
“I like to run the show, Tisha said. “I can’t get into letting someone else tell me what to do.”
“And I love it when someone tells me what to do,” Pam said. “It’s so liberating. I don’t have to think about anything. Just do as I’m told.”
Tisha gazed at Pam, her eyes wandering over the other woman’s lush body. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer before the evening is done,” she said. She looked at Barbara, and the heat in her gaze made Barbara look down. “You, too, love.”
The three men returned with plates of food and, as Barbara watched, Tisha held out a bit of meat and the man at her feet ate it from her hand. “Oh, this is Pet. That’s what I call him since that’s what he is.”
“Hello,” Barbara said.
Pet inclined his head, but said nothing.
“And this is Mack, Pam said, patting the man at her side on the head. “He’s such a good boy.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” the man whispered, obviously pleased at the compliment.
Barbara took a shrimp and offered it to CJ. He stared at her, the heat in his gaze almost stinging her naked nipples. Then he took the shrimp from her fingers with his teeth.
Together, the three couples ate and talked. Actually, the women talked, the men remained silent, eating only when a morsel of food was handed to them.
Despite the thoroughly bizarre situation, Barbara was surprised at how much she liked the two women. They were honest, sexually open, and easy to talk and listen to.
When they finished, a man in a tuxedo walked to the center of the dance floor and announced the entertainment for the evening. Several men danced Chippendale-style, and a woman did amazing things with two thick candles. There was a Don’t Come contest during which three men were teased until finally one erupted onto the floor. After he cleaned up the mess, he was escorted into another room by his mistress for what Barbara was told would be suitable punishment for his lack of self-control.
Then a naked man was led to the stage and his arms and neck were locked in a set of wooden stocks. Women from the audience used hands, paddles, and a hairbrush to spank his ass until it was bright red.
When the lights rose again, several couples moved toward a door at the far end of the room. “They are going to have ceremonial whippings and other heavy pain games. Some people like that sort of thing, but since many do not, whippings and things like that are held in another, soundproof room. Not my thing,” Pam said.
Barbara didn’t think she would enjoy watching or participating in pain for pleasure games. “Me neither,” she said, glad she wouldn’t lose her new-found companions.
“Barbara,” Tisha said, “I can see that CJ is enjoying being the bottom, the submissive, but you don’t seem comfortable with the role of top.”
Barbara sighed. “I guess I’m not. I’m just not used to giving orders.” She turned to CJ. “I’m really sorry. I know that having me control you would turn you on, but, well…”
“Don’t apologize,” CJ said. “Something that doesn’t turn you on, no matter how much the thought of it might excite me, won’t make me happy.”
“Would you like to be the one controlled?” Tisha asked.
Barbara felt heat rise and thought she might actually be blushing. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do,” Tisha said. Then she quickly changed the subject. While they sipped club sodas, the women made small talk. Barbara felt the heat of Tisha’s stare frequently over the next half hour. At one point Tisha spent several minutes staring at her nipples. Barbara felt her nipples tighten and her pussy get wet from the heat of Tisha’s gaze. “Excuse me, she said, disappearing to the ladies’ room.
When she returned, she saw CJ whispering in Tisha’s ear. “Barbara, CJ tells me that he would love to watch you make love to Pam. Under my orders, of course. I think you want that.” Tisha stared at Barbara. “Sit down!” she snapped. Barbara sank into a chair.
“Spread your legs!” Seemingly without any control from her brain, her knees parted. “Wider.” She spread her knees farther.
“Good,” Tisha said, smiling. “And, if I’m so inclined, I might even let the men join you later. If they are very good, that is.”
Oh God, what had she gotten herself into? Barbara wondered. But she flashed back to the scene in on of CJ’s tapes. The dancer who had been able to make two women so hot that they made love in public. She shivered.
Tisha leaned toward Barbara. “The safe word is Cease. Do you understand?”
Barbara remembered the ball she had held when she and CJ had played the last time. She nodded.
Tisha took a police whistle from around her neck and blew into it. “I think we need an audience.” Several other couples brought chairs and surrounded the table. “Now, Pam, kiss her.”
; Obediently Pam turned and cupped Barbara’s face in her hands. Softly she brushed her lips across Barbara’s, her tongue teasing and probing. Barbara sighed, closed her eyes and relaxed. This was very strange, but arousing. She allowed herself to be pulled into the situation. She touched Pam’s cheeks with her fingertips, just brushing the soft skin. She moved her mouth and pressed it more firmly against the other woman’s. The smell of Pam’s musky perfume filled her nostrils.
Pam leaned forward and rubbed her lace-covered breasts against Barbara’s naked nipples. Tit against tit, the two women slowly stood up, their bodies intertwined.
“Massage each other’s tits,” Tisha said. “Tweak those titties.”
As Barbara’s hands rose to touch Pam’s breasts, she felt Pam’s large hands on her bare flesh. “Barbara, pull out Pam’s tits.” Barbara pulled the cups of Pam’s teddy aside and filled her hands with warm flesh. She had never felt anything like this before. Soft hands on soft breasts. Hers. Pam’s. White fingers on black skin. Black fingers on white skin. Her knees almost buckled from the heat of it all.
She heard movement around her and opened her eyes to find a lounge chair now beside her. “Barbara, sit there,” Tisha said, and Barbara gladly collapsed into the chair. With a few snaps of her fingers, Tisha moved Pet to one side of Barbara and Mack to the other. “Suck,” she said, and suddenly two mouths suckled at Barbara’s breasts.
“Do her, Pam, Tisha said, and Pam laid her chest on the bottom of the lounge chair, her mouth on Barbara’s clit. “Look, Barbara. See what’s happening.” When Barbara’s eyes remained closed, Tisha said, “I said, open your eyes!”
Barbara opened her eyes.
“That’s better. But don’t come,” Tisha said. “Don’t you dare!”
Barbara looked down. She was still tightly encased in the latex suit, the black rubber shining under the lights. Sweat pooled beneath her arms and on her belly, but the feeling was sensual, not uncomfortable. Two men suckled at her breasts, their fingers kneading her flesh. She could see Pam’s face, turned up to her, her tongue dancing over Barbara’s naked pussy.
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