Chapter 1: I Meet the Podiatrist

It all started coming down from the top of Half Dome in Yosemite. I wasn’t really looking where I was putting my feet. A rock I stepped onto moved, not much, but enough that I tripped and twisted my ankle.

I assumed it would just clear up with the usual minimal attention that I give injuries: a little rest, a few painkillers, and maybe some ice if I felt enthusiastic. It didn’t cross my mind at first to go to the doctor. OK, I’m a guy. We don’t do doctors.

But it didn’t clear up. After ten days I decided I really ought to see someone. I called my regular doctor but he couldn’t see me immediately, so I used Google to find a specialist foot and ankle doctor. Probably a better choice in any case, my regular doctor is more of an internal medicine specialist. It didn’t take long for me to find someone: Dr Cameron White.

I hate going to see a new doctor for the first time. They usually produce half-a-dozen sheets of questions to fill in about all your previous illnesses, drugs and so forth. At least this doctor had heard of the 20^th century and you could do it all online before you got there. The 21^st century might just pull it all down from some database, or from a USB stick I could bring with me.

The receptionist showed me into the room, took my blood pressure and temperature and I sat and waited for the doctor to appear. The door opened and a Chinese woman in her mid-30s came in. For a moment I assumed she must be another nurse but then she spoke.

“I’m Dr White,” she said.

I have a good friend, a guy, called Cameron, so I was assuming my new doctor was a man. And White is not exactly a Chinese name so even once I got over the surprise that she was female, I still had the second surprise that she was Asian. She noticed my surprise.

“You thought I was going to be a man?” she asked. It must happen all the time.

I laughed. “Yes. You can accuse me of being sexist or something, but I did. I didn’t expect you to be Chinese either.”

“Well, the two things are a bit bound up together. I have a Chinese first name but like most Chinese I have an English name too, one I chose myself. When I picked ‘Cameron’ I had no idea it was also a man’s name, otherwise I’d probably have chosen something else.”

“I have a male friend called Cameron but so it seems like a man’s name to me. But I suppose there’s Cameron Diaz, she’s definitely female. What about White? Is that your husband’s name?”

“No. It’s my father’s name. Chinese women generally don’t generally change their names on marriage, even in the US.”

“So your father wasn’t Chinese?”

She laughed. “Well, he was half-Chinese. My grandfather, my father’s father, was a white guy called White who lived in China in the sixties. So I’m actually quarter white.”

I looked her up and down. “It must be a quarter I can’t see. I’d never have guessed.”

“Well, enough about me. Let’s get a look at your foot. Tell me what happened?”

I told her about coming down the trail and putting my foot down on what I thought was a solid rock. It rolled out of the way and my foot slipped off and I lost my balance, twisting my ankle as I fell down.

“Does that hurt?” she said, pressing her fingers around my ankle-bone.

I let out a little involuntary gasp. “Yes…a lot.”

She pressed again.

“Ouch.” I tried to laugh. “You know how to cause pain.”

“Sorry. It’s not deliberate, but I can’t work out what I should do if I don’t know what hurts.”

I laughed. “Here in San Francisco that sounds more like something a dominatrix might say.”

She paused for a moment. I could half-tell she was deciding whether to take the bait. Then she smiled. “You’d better behave or I’ll get my whip out.”

“You’ve been reading too many 50-shades-of-grey type books.”

“Have you read it?” she asked as her fingers continued to probe around my ankle, feeling the swelling.

“That wasn’t a question I was expecting from a podiatrist.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t really thinking. Just making conversation. I didn’t mean to be embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not that. I’m not embarrassed at all. I read some of it, more to see how it was written.”

“Why? Are you a writer?”

“Yes. In my day job I’m a technical journalist. But I have a night job.”

“A night job? A 50-shades-of-grey night job?”

“Yes. This is weird, I don’t usually tell people unless I know them well. So have you read it?”

“50 Shades of Grey? How did we get onto this subject?”

“I think you started it.”

“Really. I’m not sure I should say. This isn’t exactly what they teach you about bedside manner in medical school.”

I laughed. “Bedside manner. That would be fun.”

“Now you are going too far. It is bedside, remember. The doctor is at the side of the bed, not…” Her voice trailed off.

“Not in it?” I said.

“I suppose that was what I was going to say. But it would be totally unprofessional of me.”

“So did you read it?”

She paused, clearly wondering whether to answer. “I did,” she said finally.

“And did you enjoy it?”

She paused again. Then, as if it was a big admission of guilt, she quietly said, “Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it a lot?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. I’m not going to embarrass us both by spelling it out.”

“You can’t ask that. I’m your doctor.”

“I just did.”

“I know. I can’t believe I almost answered.”

“I think I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Do you talk to all your patients like this?”

“Not at all. I don’t know what you did to even get me to tell you any of this. It’s not exactly model behavior.”

“I’m not going to complain. It’s a lot more interesting than any doctor visit I’ve ever been on before.”

“Maybe a little too interesting for me.” She stood up. “Come with me.”

“We’re going to your dungeon?”

“No such luck,” she said smiling. “Just my X-ray machine.”

We went through to another room where there was a sort of footpad with electronics on it.

“Put your foot there,” she said. It hurt as she positioned me where she needed.

“Be gentle,” I said.

“I thought you liked it rough.” She paused, realizing what she had just said. “I can’t believe I said that.”

I took a guess that as a married woman who read erotic novels that her fantasy life was much richer than her actual sex life, which was probably regular but vanilla sex.

“You like it rough, don’t you…except you don’t get it that way, do you?”

I felt her hands tremble on my foot. I knew I was right.

“Are you obedient?” I said quietly. “I insist my girls are obedient.”

She lowered her head, either to look at my foot or as an act of submission.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly.

“You’ve never done it?”

“No. I mean…that stuff.”

“You’re married?”

“Yes. I told you…about my name.”

“It makes being obedient even more intense.”

“Oh gosh. I’ve never done anything like this. I mean I’ve never even had a conversation like this.”

“When’s your next patient?”

“In a few minutes.”

“Pity.”

“Why?”

“Because we could find out how obedient you really are.”

I felt her hand shake again. I knew she was aroused. If she didn’t have a patient coming in then I could probably get her to do something. I decided to push her a little anyway.

“What color are your panties?” I asked.

She looked confused. “What?”

“You need to be more obedient. You need to answer immediately.”

“Pink.”

“Show me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Undo the clasp on your pants. Slide down the zip. Show me that they are really pink.”

Her hands shook again. Slowly she stood up straight, unbuttoned her pants and slid down the zip. She pulled her pants open so I could see the front of her panties. Pink, of course. She held her head almost in shame, too nervous to look me in the eye. In some ways it was only a little thing, but I knew it was the most extreme thing she had ever done sexually, unzipping herself for a stranger.

“Are you hairy?” I said.

She looked at me startled, but she also knew I expected an answer. “No,” she said after a slight pause. It was not much more than a whisper.

“You’re shaved?”

“No. Just…I’m not very hairy.”

“Next time you’ll show me.”

There was a long pause. The fact that there would be a next time gradually sank in. She lowered her head again, completely submissive, or maybe something to do with that Asian loss-of-face stuff.

I reached into my pocket and got one of my business cards. She stood there frozen to the spot, watching as I reached out, pulled the waistband of her panties forward a little, and dropped my card in. It rested against her pubic hair, or what little of it she apparently had.

“I’ll need a follow-up appointment, won’t I?” I said.

“Yes, I know. I don’t know if I can do it though.”

“An appointment?”

“No. This…whatever you’ve got in mind.”

“I want you to do as you are told. However reluctantly. You will be obedient, won’t you?”

She said nothing.

“Won’t you?” I said again.

“Yes,” she said without looking up.

“Look me in the eye and say it.”

She looked at me. I could see it was a struggle to look at me so directly like that. “Yes. I’ll be obedient.”

“And you’ll text me tonight.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. I already could sense that she would probably text me to tell me she couldn’t do it. She was married. A doctor. Professional. Asian. Not that sort of girl. It would take skill on my part to coax her to let me play with her body. But at least she would have to meet me at least once more, when I came back for my follow-up meeting.

She stood up straight, pulled up her zip and did her pants up.

“Let’s go and look at the X-rays,” she said, as she left the X-ray room to her consulting room.

I let her be all professional again as she showed me the X-rays and told me what exercises I needed to do. She got out an elasticated bandage and started to wrap it around my foot and ankle.

“See, you do know how to tie someone up,” I said.

She laughed. “With an elastic bandage, I suppose I do.”

“I think leather cuffs would suit your ankles perfectly,” I said.

I felt her hands quiver again. She said nothing as she finished wrapping my foot. I put my socks and shoes on and we walked out to the reception area.

“He needs to come back in two weeks, Rebecca,” she said to her receptionist.

“It will have to be late in the day,” I said. “What time is the last appointment?”

“Four thirty,” the receptionist said.

She assigned the appointment to me. I felt my phone vibrate, the system had already sent me a text message. The last appointment would be perfect. With no patient arriving afterwards I could take my time to see how far I could push her.

That evening she texted me. As I expected, she was showing a lot of reluctance.

“i can’t do it” she texted.

“yes you can. you want to”

“i sort of want to. but i’m married”

“it will be very exciting”

“i know. maybe too exciting”

“haha. there is no such thing as too exciting. who has ever complained of too many orgasms?”

“omg. you are so explicit sometimes”

“are you touching yourself?”

“how do you know?”

“lucky guess. i’m going to make you do it while i watch”

“i’ve never done that”

“not even for your husband”

“no. we have a very ordinary sex life. not like yours must be”

“were you a virgin when you married?”

“no.  i had sex with my husband before. but he’s the only one”

“are you alone?”

“sort of. husband went to bed”

“call me”

“now?”

“yes. i want to hear you cum”

“i don’t know i can do that. i’d be too self conscious”

“try”

I didn’t think she would dare to do it, so I was surprised when my phone rang. She was moaning quietly.

“You sound so sexy,” I said.

“This…is…so…weird,” she said, with little sighs of pleasure between the words. “I don’t think…I’ve ever been…so aroused…I’m shaking.”

“Yes, cum for me.”

Her moans sounded a little odd. I think she was unable to stop moaning but also gritting her teeth a little so she didn’t make enough of a sound that her husband might wake. I listened as her orgasm began.

“Oh…yes…yes…mmm…can you hear it?…I just came…oh it’s a long one…did you hear it?”

Gradually her moans faded away. I could imagine her, maybe in a bath robe since Asians like to shower at night. She would be sitting on the sofa with her legs spread, her fingers playing in the folds, coaxing the little ripples of pleasure from her clit.

While I listened. The first chink of unfaithfulness in her armour, cumming on the phone for someone she barely knew. I said nothing, waiting for her to come back to earth.

“I should so not have done that,” she said. She paused. “But it was totally hot, I have to admit.”

“Tell me about your underwear drawer. I’m going to pick your underwear for you from now on.”

“Why?”

“It’s just a little thing, but it means you have to be obey my orders every day. I told you I like my girls to be obedient.”

We discussed underwear and I picked a plain white thong and a lacy bra for the following day. Finally I let her go to bed.

The time until her next appointment she would text me each evening and I would decide which panties she would wear, which bra. Luckily her husband seemed to go to bed early so a couple of times I made her masturbate on the phone for me again.

Finally the day of my appointment arrived.

Chapter 2: The Podiatrist is Obedient

Finally the day of my appointment arrived.

The receptionist Rebecca sat me down, measured my blood pressure and then left the room. A moment later Cameron, the podiatrist, came in. I could see instantly that she was aroused, maybe also a little scared.

“I sent Rebecca home,” she said.

“Good idea. You might make a lot of noise.” I paused. “Especially if I have to punish you. And you scream.”

“Oh wow. This really is like 50-shades-of-grey. I have to…”

“You have to do what I tell you to. That’s what obedience is.”

“How’s the foot?” she said, trying to act professionally despite being excited. She sat down on a stool near my feet and felt my ankle.

“My ankle seems almost healed,” I said. “But I have another problem.”

I unzipped my pants. I hadn’t worn any underwear. She sat wordlessly staring at my half-erect cock.

“Take off your pants,” I said.

She stood up slowly. She undid the button on the waistband of her pants and slipped the zipper down. I could see the turquoise of her panties. Although I couldn’t see it yet, I knew it was a thong since that was what I had picked for her the evening before. She paused. I guessed that it suddenly hit her that she was a doctor, in her own office, about to take her pants off for a stranger.

“All the way,” I said. “Show me that little turquoise thong.”

She took a deep breath and then pushed her pants over her hips. She let go and the fell around her ankles under their own weight. She stepped out of them.

“Turn around,” I said. “Slowly.”

She turned her ass towards me. I could see her rounded ass-cheeks, just a thin strip of cotton dividing them. Between her thighs I could see the hint of the bulge of her sex with just a thin layer of cloth between my eyes and her pussy. She turned back to face me and I imagined what her pussy was going to look like when finally I got to see it.

“Now your blouse.”

She wordlessly undid the buttons from top to bottom and slipped the white blouse off. I had chosen a very thin bra for the first time I would get to see her breasts. I could already see the darker circles of her areolas. Her nipples were hard, clearly poking out.

“And the bra.”

She reached behind, unclasped her bra and slipped it over her arms. Now she was naked except for her thong. She had medium sized breasts, very firm, with nipples and areolas the color of espresso coffee, much darker than the rest of her skin.

“Take the thong off too.”

She looked at me, almost as if she was trying to tell if I was joking. Whether I was really going to strip her of her modesty so completely.

“Really?” she said, delaying for a moment.

“Of course really.”

She pushed the sides of the thong over her hips and let it fall to the floor.

As she had told me during the first visit, she didn’t have a lot of pubic hair. A dusting of silky black Asian hairs that didn’t completely hide the deep cleft at the base of her belly, and the hint of her latte-colored labia lurking within it.

“You have a pretty pussy,” I said. “But I’m not yet ready to use it.”

Inspecting her naked body like that meant that my cock was then rock hard.

“Suck me now,” I said.

She knelt down and bent forward over the chair where I was reclined. I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head down. Before she could have any second thoughts my cockhead was in her mouth.

“Look into my eyes as you suck me,” I told her. “I like that.”

Her head started to move up and down. She felt surprisingly inexperienced. I guessed that it must not be something that she did for her husband very often, if at all.

“Is this your first time?” I asked quietly. She nodded without moving her mouth off my cock.

“Has he licked you?” I asked.

Again she kept her mouth on my cock, but she shook her head.

“I will lick you. Lick your little married Chinese pussy. Make you cum.” I moved her head up and down faster on my cock. “But first you need to make me cum.”

Somehow being the first cock in a woman’s mouth is especially arousing. The lack of skill is compensated by the knowledge that you are violating the sanctity of her mouth. I wouldn’t last long.

“I’m going to cum,” I told her. “Make sure you don’t spill any or you will be punished. And whatever you do, don’t stop until I tell you.”

I felt my orgasm approaching, reaching that point of no return.

“Yes,” I gasped as my body erupted and spurted the first blast of creamy cum into the podiatrist’s virgin mouth. As I had half-expected, she was so surprised that she stopped sucking me. I grabbed her head and jerked it up and down, thrusting my hips up at the same time so I was roughly fucking her mouth. She made some attempt to keep it all in her mouth but a lot dribbled out and ran down her chin, and dripped onto her breasts.

“Not bad for a first time,” I said when my body was drained.

I stood up and made her lay back on the reclining chair. I hooked her legs over the chair arms so that she was obscenely spread. I grabbed a couple of elastic bandages off the shelf, opened the packets, and used them to tie her to the chair.

I looked at the erotic tableau before me. The Chinese doctor with her legs spread wide, unable to move. She was breathing hard, I thought from a mixture of arousal and fear and anticipation. I’d already told her I would lick her, something apparently she had never experienced. I looked at her pussy. Beneath the sparsely-haired mound, she had light brown pussy lips. I’ve heard white girl’s pussies as being like pink orchids, but this was more like an autumn leaf. I couldn’t wait to taste it.

I bent forward and kissed a little trail up one of her legs from her knee until I almost reached her fleshy outer lip. Then I repeated up the other leg. I could feel her body trembling with arousal. I started to lick her pussy, just the outer lips, which were smooth and almost hairless.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “I had no idea.”

Finally I let my tongue touch her inner labia. Her whole body jerked and she almost leapt out of the chair, except she was tied to it. I pushed my tongue inside, into her body, swirling it around in the entrance to her cunt. I slipped the tip of my tongue up between her lips. I could feel her clit, hard like a ball-bearing, cowering under its tiny brown hood.

“Oh my god,” she cried again as I started to caress her clit with the tip of my tongue. I moved my hand between her legs too, and slowly pushed a finger into her. I started to lick her clit a bit faster as I gently finger-fucked her pussy.

I pulled the finger out and let it slip down a little, moving further around her body until I felt the rougher skin of her asshole.

“No not there,” she squealed when she felt my finger on her virgin asshole.

I lifted up my head for a moment. “I’m the one that gives the orders. You are the one that obeys them.”

My finger was slippery with her vaginal lubrication so I just roughly pushed forward hard and forced it into her ass. She cried out in surprise and, perhaps, a little pain. But her body loved it and she came instantly. As I coaxed ripples of pleasure from her clit I could feel her asshole pulsating with pleasure around my fingertip. Her eyes were shut as her body flooded with joy.

I didn’t wait for her orgasm to finish completely before I moved up between her legs. I was already hard again. I positioned my cockhead on her autumnal labia and slowly pushed forward. Her lips wrapped around my cock as it slowly vanished inside her.

“Ow,” she cried. “It’s too big.”

She was tight, very tight. I assumed her husband must be much smaller than me. I pulled back a little and then thrust forward, gradually working the whole length of my cock into her, only the second man to experience the delight of her little cunt.

I started to fuck her. She couldn’t move since I’d bandaged her to the chair, so I fucked her hard and fast.

“Pinch your nipples,” I said.

She started to stroke her breasts and took her nipples between finger and thumb.

“Harder. So it hurts.”

I was close to cumming again.

“Squeeze me with your pussy. Tight.”

I felt her cunt contract and it took me over the edge. I pulled out of her and stood over her stroking myself, spraying a latticework of sticky cum all over her belly and breasts. She watched as if she were seeing a documentary on TV. Somehow I suspected that she’d never seen a man cum before, her husband had only cum out of sight inside her body. Presumably she had also never watched any porn.

I unwrapped the bandages and released her from the chair.

“OK?” I said. I like to push my girls hard, but not to where they are genuinely beyond their limits. And for a Chinese doctor I wasn’t really sure where the limits might be.

“It was an experience for sure.”

“Not too guilty?”

“Guilty as hell. I’m married. I’m Chinese. This is my professional office. I do not do things like this.”

“Call husband and tell him you have a last minute dinner meeting. I’ll take you to dinner.”

“And after dinner?”

“You’ll be spanked.”

“Really?”

“Yes. All my girls have to take a little pain from time to time. The dawn is always brighter after the darkest night.”

“Now I’m scared.”

“And then we will have our first kiss. Your ass will be smarting, you will still have tears running down your face, but your pussy will be fluttering with excitement, and it will be the best kiss that you have ever had.”

“I hope you’re right. It just sounds painful and horrid.”

“I promise you will love the kiss so much that it will make up for the pain.”

“I’d better go and clean up,” she said, running a fingertip through the cum on one of her breasts.

“No. Just put your clothes on. I like the idea of your body being covered in my cum in the restaurant. Maybe the server will even be able to smell it.”

“You’re something else. But you are certainly an adventure, even if it’s totally unwise.”

“We can stop.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. I don’t want it to stop.”

“What is this ‘it’ you don’t want to stop?”

“I don’t know. Whatever you have in mind. Whatever you want to do to me, I will submit. Whatever you tell me to do, I will obey.”

“I bet when you read that book that you never thought you’d say something like that to a man who is not your husband.”

“I’m not proud of myself. But I can’t…I’m not sure how to put it…you’ve awoken parts of me that I didn’t know existed. I couldn’t resist if I tried. And to tell the truth, I’m not trying.”

She picked up her bra and placed it over her cum-covered breasts. In a few moments she was dressed, looking just as professional as when I had first seen her except that her hair was all messed up. She really did look like she had just had sex.

We decided where to go for dinner, somewhere that the food was good but none of her friends nor her husband’s friends would be likely to go. I like my girls to be obedient but the price is that it is my job to keep them safe. Like Spiderman, with great power comes great responsibility. I called the restaurant and made a reservation while she lied to her husband about her plans for the evening.

After dinner we returned to the office. I thought of taking her home but it was across town and I knew it might be too soon. Having joked earlier to her about a dungeon, she might wonder if I had one at home. I wanted her nervous but not terrified out of her mind.

In the office I undid her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. I moved a chair in front of her.

“Bend over,” I said. “Put your hands on the chair and hold it. Don’t let go.”

“Please be gentle.”

“You know that I alone will make that decision.”

Her ass was pale and defenseless. I brought my hand down hard. The sound of my hand on her ass echoed loudly around her office. That slap was immediately followed by another one. After spanking her a dozen times her ass was glowing pink. She had started to cry. She reached back with her hands and tried to cover her ass for protection. I could feel my cock getting hard.

“Put your hands back on the chair or it will go on longer. Or I will use my belt. Your ass would look beautiful with red stripes.”

She meekly put her hands back. I spanked her another dozen times, the tears were flowing copiously by then. Her ass cheeks were bright red. Finally I pulled her to her feet. I kissed her face, kissing away the tears. Then I gently kissed her mouth. Like an animal awakened, her tongue drove into my mouth. I let my hands slide down her back to her ass and I pulled her against me as we kissed and kissed. I could feel the warmth in her cheeks from the spanking. My cock was rock hard between us.

I pushed her down onto her knees. Without being told she took my cock into my mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with passion. We made intense eye-contact as she started to suck my cock, swirling her tongue around my knob like she was licking an ice-cream cone.

“Stroke my balls,” I told her.

Her fingers gently cradled my balls as she started to move her lips up and down the shaft of my cock. I could feel the most sensitive bit of my cock slide back and forth on her tongue. She was doing a very competent job since it was only her second time.

“Sit back with your mouth open,” I told her. “Watch it.”

I stroked my cock, pointing it at her open mouth. A strong blast of cum shot onto her tongue, followed by more. Her eyes were open wide watching every spurt. I pushed my cock back into her mouth.

“Empty me.”

She used her tongue to caress my knob as the strong pulsations of my orgasm gradually got weaker until I was drained dry.

“Show me.”

She opened her mouth. It was full of creamy cum.

“Swallow it.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed and then opened her mouth again. It was all gone.

“Don’t brush your teeth tonight?”

“Why?”

“I want you to still taste my cum in the morning.”

“OK.”

“Text me when you get home. So I know you are safe.”

We left the office and went to the car park. It wasn’t that much later that she texted.

“home. what underwear tomorrow?”

I gave her instructions on what she should wear the next day.

“next time i’m going to have your ass,” I texted.

“no. please. not there”

“your body is mine. all of it”

“i’m terrified. it must be so painful”

“not only will i have your ass. you will hold your cheeks apart for me and beg me to take you anally”

“i suppose. i always do what you say”

“and then i will pull out of you and you will lick my cock clean even though it was just in your ass”

“sounds disgusting”

“will you do it?”

“you know i’ll do anything you say. even that. you’ve changed me”

Chapter 3: The Podiatrist’s Ass

I was back at the Cameron the podiatrist’s office. I didn’t have anything wrong with my foot any more but scheduling a visit was the easiest way to get time with her. I always took the last slot of the day so that Rebecca the assistant could leave and we didn’t have to worry about screams of ecstasy or pain being heard.

“She’ll be a ten more minutes. She’s running late today,” Rebecca said.

I hadn’t really looked at Rebecca much. She must be in her early twenties. She had light brown hair. The color of a lioness, I thought. I wondered idly if she was like a lioness in bed. I mentally undressed her. Nice figure. Long legs. Large firm breasts. Probably small pink nipples. Probably a fleshy shaved mound, her white-girl slit totally different from her Chinese boss’s. She was hot. I felt my cock starting to harden.

“You’re Rebecca right?”

“Yes.”

“I guess you have to stay late when she runs late.”

“Yeah. It can be a bit of a hassle since the traffic just gets worse.”

“Do you live here in the city?”

“Yes.”

“Do you live on your own? The city is so expensive.”

“No. I live with a room-mate.”

“Is she as cute as you?”

She blushed. “Thank you, I guess.” She laughed. “I’ll take it. Although I’m not sure it’s appropriate in this setting.”

“As opposed to a bar.”

“Exactly.”

“Your boyfriend’s very lucky.”

“Actually…” Her voice fell away without finishing the sentence.

“You don’t have a boyfriend? I’m surprised.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t need me to tell you that you are hot. A girl like you needs a tough boyfriend to keep her in line.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some wimpy guy will put you on a pedestal and do everything for you. You need to be challenged. You need a real man who won’t take any shit from you. What was your last boyfriend like?”

She laughed again. “That wimpy guy. He’d do anything for me but not stand up for himself. That gets old fast.”

“You need to be taken care of properly.”

She paused and looked at me curiously. “Are you hitting on me?”

“Haven’t you been hit on before?”

“Of course. But not here. Not in the office.”

“I bet lots of people wanted to hit on you. They just didn’t dare. They weren’t real men.”

“Maybe.”

“My number’s in the computer. If you want an adventure then text me.”

Her face was flushed a little pink. She was getting aroused. I was confident she’d send me her number.

At that moment a door opened and an elderly patient shuffled out with a limp.

“You can go in now,” Rebecca said, back in full receptionist mode.

She led me into the office, and as at previous visits she seated me on the reclining chair, took my temperature and measured my blood pressure.

Cameron came into the room. “You can go home if you want, Rebecca. I won’t need you any more today.”

“OK doctor White,” she said. She shut the door.

“Strip,” I said.

It was fun to watch the professional aura of the doctor fall away to a heap of clothes on the floor, and the Chinese body emerge naked and ready for whatever depravity I desired. I slipped out of my own clothes too.

“Are you really going to do me anally?”

I sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest.

“Eventually. But I think we’ll start with my asshole. Lick it.”

“What? I can’t do that. It’s dirty.”

“Yes you can. Lick my asshole. And my balls.”

“But…”

“The longer you hesitate, the rougher I’m going to be when I take you in your ass. I was planning on being gentle but now I’m going to hear you scream a little. If you wait too long it won’t be a little, it’ll be a lot.”

To my surprise she started to cry. I knew she was feeling humiliated. But she knelt down in front of me and leant forward. She started by licking my balls. I’d shaved for her that morning, it makes everything more lickable and more sensitive. She didn’t really know what she was doing, it was her first time, but it felt wonderful and my cock started to get bigger and harder. She moved as if to take it into her mouth.

“No,” I said. “Not up. Down. Down to my ass.”

I could sense her reluctance as her tongue slid down over my balls until it reached my asshole. A few tears ran down her cheeks.

“Circle it with the tip of your tongue. And stroke my cock with one of your hands.”

She did as instructed. Little spasms of pleasure sparked in my ass as she did what probably felt like the dirtiest thing she’d ever done in her life. Of course, the fact that she didn’t want to do it just made it more exciting for me.

“Push your tongue in hard. Get it up inside.”

I felt my ass opening up a little as she used the tip of the tongue to push into the centre of the ring of muscle. I put my hand on her head and grabbed a handful of her hair. I pulled her forward, feeling her tongue get in a little deeper. She was stroking my cock a bit harder. But I didn’t want to cum onto her hand and my belly. I wanted to cum in her virgin ass.

I moved and made her kneel on the reclining chair, with her knees underneath her and her breasts and shoulder resting on the chair cushion. The fall-leaf lips of her pussy were framed between her thighs.

“Hold your cheeks apart,” I told her. She reached back with both hands and spread herself. Her asshole was a similar color to her pussy lips, darker than the rest of her body. It was a tight puckered asterisk. I felt a twinge in my cock just from the knowledge that I would soon be violating it. But first I wanted a taste.

I bent down and pressed the tip of my tongue against her ass. Her body jerked in surprise, I knew that she’d never been touched there before. I started to circle and probe and open her up and pushed my tongue in as deep as I could. Perhaps to her own surprise, she was moaning and sighing and enjoying it completely.

As I licked her asshole I also pushed a finger into her pussy. She let out a long groan as her cunt took my finger inside. She was dripping wet, totally turned on. I pushed another finger into her, eliciting another moan.

I pulled the fingers from her and wiped the copious pussy juice onto my cockhead. I stood up, pressed my cockhead against her asshole, all glistening with my saliva, and I pushed forward hard. She screamed as my pink cockhead vanished into her brown ass. I pulled back and pushed forward hard again, she screamed and started to cry again. She was tight, an iron ring of muscle wrapped around my cock. I forced myself into her, ignoring her distress. After all, this was partially a punishment. While it can be nice to work your way into an ass slowly with lots of lube, sometimes an anal ravishing is in order, especially for the first time. There would be other times to take her lovingly in her back entrance. Today I wanted to dominate her totally, wrench her anal virginity from her with no mercy.

I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. Gradually the screams turned to sobs. Seemingly out of nowhere she climaxed. For a moment the sobs went back to screams, but screams of ecstasy now. I could feel her whole body throbbing. As suddenly as it had started it finished, and the screams turned to sobs again and then the sobs turned to moans. Moans of pleasure. The iron ring of muscle finally relaxed a little. I could sense almost the exact second she went from hating it to starting to enjoy it. Surprisingly, the orgasm was during the hating it phase.

“Talk dirty. Say ‘fill my rectum with your cum’.”

“Fill my…I’ve never said anything like that.”

“You’re a dirty doctor. You can say it.”

“Fill my ass with your cum. Gosh, I feel so depraved.”

I pushed the entire length of my cock deep into her ass as I felt the tide of my orgasm rising inside. Then I sensed the first few blasts of cum as they fired from my cock deep inside the podiatrist’s body. I moved my cock slowly back and forth, savoring the feel as her asshole slipped up and down my shaft pumping me empty. I lay on her back for a moment as my cock started to go soft inside her.

I pulled out of her and told her to sit up. She knew what she had to do. If licking my asshole had been dirty, licking my cock when it had just been in her ass was dirtier still. She hesitated a moment but she knew she had no choice. I didn’t need to give the order. She leant forward and took my cock into her mouth.

“Oh yes, you dirty doctor. Lick my cock clean.”

She used her tongue up and down my cock as I gradually softened. Finally I pulled her up, bent down and kissed her. Her tongue pushed forward eagerly, wanting attention. I let one hand caress one of her breasts, rubbing the hard brown nipple.

“I love you,” she said. “How can I love you when you are so horrid to me?”

“Because I know what you want better than you do. How was your first anal sex?”

“It was like when you spanked me. It was painful and arousing and intense all wrapped up together. I’ve never had an orgasm while I was crying. It’s completely overwhelming, my brain shut down and it was all about my body’s feelings. I’m hating you for hurting me, and loving you for…well, making love to me. Not that being roughly taken anally is really making love. But it felt like I was giving myself to you unconditionally.”

“Giving yourself to another person unconditionally is love, isn’t it?”

“I suppose. Before I met you I was content with my life. Now I am always hungry for our next meeting.”

I picked up my pants off the floor and got something out of the pocket. It was a plastic vibrator shaped a little like a butterfly, with a harness.

“Put this on.”

“What is it?”

“A vibrator. Have you ever used one?”

She laughed. “I’d like to try one but I’m too shy to go into the store and buy one.”

“There’s always the Internet.”

“I couldn’t do that. I’d be convinced the mailman could tell.”

I held out the straps of the harness and she stepped into it. I positioned the butterfly. The wings of the butterfly rested over her mound but its body rested in her slit, pressed onto her clit. One of the straps went around her waist, another went from the body of the butterfly, through her pussy and ass and up her back to the buckle. I tightened the buckle. The butterfly was strapped in place with the vibrator itself firmly on her clit.

“How does it turn on?” she asked.

I reached into my pants again and pulled out a little box.

“It has a remote control,” I said.

I slid the switch up one position. Her body twitched in surprise. “Oh my god, that’s strong.”

“I haven’t even turned it up to full yet.”

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I can take it. It’s too much.”

I slid the switch up another position. She yelped. She tried to talk but no words came out the first time. Finally she managed to speak.

“Wow. I think cocaine must be something like this. Undiluted pleasure.”

I turned the switch to off.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m going to buy you dinner.”

“Do I take the vibe off?”

“No. Put your panties on over it.”

“You’re not going to make me cum at the table in the restaurant, are you?”

“No, I’m not that cruel. But you are going to have the first orgasm of your life in public.”

“I can’t decide which is the most surprising. The things you make me do. Or the fact that I do them.”

The two of us dressed, locked up the office, and went to a local restaurant. After dinner we went for a walk. I held her hand and was pleased she didn’t pull it away. For her it was risky, both her marriage and her professional life would not be helped by being seen holding a patient’s hand. I stepped into a shop doorway. People were passing all the time, it was a busy sidewalk.

“I’m going to hold you and kiss you. I’m going to turn on the vibrator. You will cum for me like we’re making love. I will hold you tight in case your legs collapse.”

I put my arms around her and we kissed. I slid the vibrator switch to high. She gasped. I pressed my body against hers. I could feel both her breasts against my chest and the butterfly buzzing gently against my cock. She started to breathe hard. I stopped kissing her and just held her tight, feeling the arousal building up in her body like a spring that would eventually be released.

“I’m close,” she sighed quietly. “This is heaven.”

“Cum for me, dirty doctor.”

“Oh, oh, yes, yes, oh don’t turn it off whatever you do. Oh I’m cumming. Yes, I love you. Oh yes, oh my god.”

I was about to turn the vibe off when she gasped again.

“Keep going, keep going, don’t stop, I’m going to cum again. Nngh, fuck it’s almost painful. Oh, I love you so much when you dominate me.”

She collapsed against me. I moved the control from high to low and we kissed again. Finally I turned it off.

She had a broad grin on her face. “That was such fun,” she said. “I climaxed on the street with people all around.”

“You are such a dirty doctor.”

“I am. I was just a doctor. And you’ve made me dirty. Filthy. Depraved. An animal. I love it even though it is against every fiber of my upbringing. I’m a married Chinese middle-aged professional woman, and you can turn me into a fucking-machine with just a few words. I was a good girl and you made me bad.”

“I guess we’d better get you back to husband.”

“I suppose. So what underwear tomorrow? It feels wrong if you don’t tell me.”

“Do you have black briefs?”

“I do. With a matching black bra.”

“Perfect.”

“I want to go underwear shopping with you some time. You’ll have a whole department store of choices. You can pick some and I’ll buy them and wear them when you tell me to.”

We walked back to her office and she got into her car and drove off back to her husband.

I’d noticed earlier that I already had a text from an unknown number that I assumed was Rebecca. When I got to my car I finally read it.

“this is rebecca. i want an adventure”

There was a second text. “omg i can’t believe i said that”

I texted her back. “do you know what you are signing up for?”

She replied instantly, she must have been waiting for my text.

“no idea. but my life is boring. you are the first interesting thing in ages. i assume it will involve sex”

I suddenly had a feeling she was masturbating too, a sort of sixth sense.

“are you playing with yourself?”

“you can tell?”

“you need to ask me in the future before you are allowed to touch yourself”

“wow. you are not like my previous boyfriends”

“i’m your boyfriend already?”

“haha no. i don’t know what you are”

“i’m the guy that tells you what to do. you are the girl who does it”

“omg this is like an erotic story”

“it will be as good as the best story you’ve ever read. but you need to be obedient”

“i suppose”

“if you’re going to be one of my girls you need to totally commit to obedience. no half measures”

“gulp. ok. i commit”

“are you wet?”

“yes, very”

“i want you to imagine sucking my cock”

“omg. ok”

“are you nearly cumming?”

“yes”

“cum for me now”

I paused a moment before sending a second text. “imagine i’m cumming in your mouth”

There was a long pause.

“gosh. i didn’t know i could even do that. sort of cum on command. like a dog being told to sit”

“don’t forget next time you want to masturbate you need to text me and get permission first”

“ok”

“tomorrow you are not allowed to wear any panties”

“but i’m working”

“i know. and wear a skirt. i want you to feel exposed”

“i don’t know i can do that. dr white is so conservative. i can’t be bare in the office”

“if i tell you to have a bare pussy in the office then you skip panties. you said your life was boring. i’m making it interesting”

“i can’t deny that”

“i have to go now. driving. chat later”

In the morning I called the podiatrist office.

“Dr White’s office,” Rebecca’s voice said.

“Are you wearing panties?”

“No. And it feels bizarre. As if all the patients can see it.”

“See your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“I want to see it today. Don’t leave early. I’ll be over at 5pm.”

“No. You can’t…not here. It’s unprofessional.”

“I didn’t tell you to be professional. I told you to be obedient.”

“Yes, but…”

“I’ll see you at 5.”

Chapter 4: Rebecca at the Office

I arrived at the podiatrist’s office well before 5. Rebecca was sitting at the reception window, the office door was closed, presumably Cameron was in there with a patient.

Rebecca looked at me with fear in her eyes. She had no idea what I might ask her to do, but almost anything I might demand might get her fired. Of course, I knew she wouldn’t lose her job whatever happened, but she had no idea that her boss was also going to do as she was told.

“Show it to me?” I said as I walked up to the window.

“What? Now?”

“Yes. Pull up your skirt, lean back and spread your legs for me.”

She laughed. “Normally, you at least take a girl for dinner first.”

“That’s funny. But I find sticks are better than carrots. A girl never forgets her first whipping.”

“Wow. This really is like living an erotic story.”

She paused a moment to summon up the nerve and then she did it. She stood up, pulled her skirt up around her waist, sat down again. She slid forward on the seat and spread her legs. She was shaved, her pussy was a pink gash between her outspread thighs. I was pleased she was brave enough to do it, we didn’t know each other, hadn’t so much as kissed, and she was exhibiting the most intimate corner of her body to me like an experienced porn model.

I just had time to say “Pretty” when the office door opened. Rebecca quickly brushed down her skirt and sat back innocently.

The patient left. I locked the office door. Rebecca was still sitting on the chair in reception when Cameron came out. Since I hadn’t told her I was coming she was surprised to see me.

“What are you doing here? Is your ankle OK?”

“My ankle’s fine. I came to see Rebecca. To make sure she did as she was told.”

“What do you mean?”

“I told Rebecca she wasn’t allowed panties today. I came to check she didn’t chicken out.”

Cameron looked completely confused. She looked at Rebecca and then back to me. “What’s going on?”

“You should check for me,” I said. “Tell her to take off her skirt.”

Rebecca looked at me startled, unable to believe what I was saying, not yet realizing that Cameron was also going to obey my instructions.

“Tell her,” I repeated.

Almost as if in a daze, Cameron did as ordered. “Take off your skirt?” she said, as if it was a question more than an order.

“Really?” Rebecca said. “But you’re my boss.”

“Yes. But it looks as if both of us have a higher boss. One who demands complete obedience.”

“I’m not going to get into trouble, am I? I don’t want to get fired.”

“No. You won’t get fired. Fucked maybe. Perhaps flogged. Whatever he has in mind.”

Slowly Rebecca stood up. She reached behind, undid the little zipper and let her skirt fall around her ankles.

“Wow,” Cameron said. It was the first time she’d seen her young receptionist’s hairless slit.

“Have you ever seen another girl naked before?” I asked her.

“Not like this. Just glimpses in locker rooms.”

“Spread your legs Rebecca. Show your dirty doctor boss your pussy properly.”

“This is so fucking bizarre,” Rebecca said as she sat down and slowly spread her legs and put her pussy on view for the two of us, like she had done for me alone earlier.

“I’m going to enjoy the first time my cock slides in there,” I said. “But pleasure delayed is pleasure intensified, so I’m going to wait a little first.”

I turned to Cameron. “Lick her.”

“What?”

“Rebecca’s pussy. Lick it. Make her cum.”

“But…”

“Yes, I know. She’s a girl. You’ve never licked a girl before. You’re not a lesbian. It will only feel weird for the first few seconds so do it.”

Cameron knew better than to refuse although this was once again completely new territory. She knelt down in front her receptionist.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked Rebecca.

“Never.”

“Well enjoy your first experience.” I turned to Cameron. “Do it, you dirty doctor.”

Cameron leant forward and daringly pressed her tongue onto the pink lips of the younger woman. She started to lick her. Since she’d only been licked once herself she was a bit clueless about what to do. But in seconds Rebecca was squirming with excitement. Pretty much anything feels good down there, especially in such a sexually charged atmosphere.

“Tell her what to do. Guide her. She’s never done it before.”

Immediately Rebecca was muttering little words of encouragement.

“Oh yes. Just there. A little higher. Like that. Not so rough. Perfect. Now a little faster. Just keep that up. Perfect. This is so fucking bizarre. You’re a woman and I’m straight.”

I moved behind Rebecca, unbuttoned her blouse and then pulled it off. I unclasped her bra and removed it too. I stood back and watched as the now-naked receptionist was pleasured by her fully-dressed boss.

“Oh yes. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. You’re a natural. A little softer. Right on the clit. Yes, there. I’m going to cum in no time. Stick your finger in my ass, I love that.”

Cameron stuck a finger in her mouth, licked it and then moved it between Rebecca’s cheeks, seeking the tight pucker of her rear entrance.

“Yeah, there. Push it in. It’ll make me cum. Aargh, yes. Oh fuck I’m cumming. Don’t stop licking. Lick…lick…lick. Wonderful. Oh my god that was something. Stop now, it’s too sensitive. Oh you were perfect. As good as my best boyfriend.”

“You can do her now. While I get my cock into that pretty pussy of yours.”

I pulled out my phone and put on some music. I turned to Cameron. “Do a little dance and strip for your hot receptionist.”

“What do I do? I’ve never stripped like this.”

I laughed. “Married sex is so unerotic. You’ve never stripped for husband?”

“No. I told you…very vanilla.”

“Then after this we’ll go to a strip club and you can see how it’s done properly. But start by taking off your blouse. Leave the bra. Then your pants.”

Cameron was at least willing to try. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she swayed to the music. Both Rebecca and I watched intently. Then she unzipped her pants and wiggled her hips so that they fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them in just a bra and panties.

“Now turn away from us, take off your bra.”

She turned away, reached behind and her bra strap vanished.

“Now slip your panties off.”

She reached down and pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to the ground.

“Now cover your breasts with one arm and your pussy with the other hand and turn back. This is a tease remember.”

Cameron turned. I glanced at Rebecca. I could see in her eyes that she was just as eager as I was for her boss to move her hands away, to see her body naked for the first time.

“OK. The big finish. Put your hands in the air like you just won a race or something.”

She did as she was told. I’d seen her naked before, of course, but even so it was an erotic reveal. Rebecca was frozen, as if she couldn’t really believe her boss, who she’d probably worked for for years, was naked in front of her.

“Have you ever seen a naked Asian?” I asked her.

“I’ve never seen a naked woman. Even a white one.”

“You didn’t fool around in college.”

“I fooled around lots in college. But only with guys.” She laughed. “I wasn’t LUG.”

Cameron looked puzzled.

“Lesbian until graduation,” Rebecca continued. “Some girls do that. It’s very…fashionable, for want of a better word. Our professors were all so feminist they made fucking a guy seem like letting the side down. Not what a good social justice warrior would do. Not that I cared. All the more boys for me.”

“I bet the female professors loved it. All those nubile teenagers taking off their panties for them and thinking it was a left-wing revolutionary act. Che Guevara poster on the bedroom wall, shouting down any Republican brave enough to show up on campus, fifty-year-old professor’s tongue in their pussy.”

Rebecca laughed. “Probably. I fucked one of my professors. A male one. Young and hot. And yes, I got an A.”

“Now it’s time for you to fuck your boss. Go for another A. Let’s go in that room there where there is that…whatever you call it. Chair, couch, recliner.”

I took Cameron’s hand and lay her down on the chair. As I had done that first day, I put her legs over the arms of the chair, took two elastic bandages and wrapped them around the arms and her thighs so she was spread wide, immobilized, and feeling very vulnerable.

“Do I have to tell you what to do?” I said to Rebecca.

“No. I just need to summon up the nerve to do it. It’s surprisingly scary.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never seen one before. Well, a few on the net. I’ve watched some porn. But not in real life. It’s a bit like when I was still a virgin. I thought of my…down there…I’m not sure I even knew a good word for it…as where pee and blood came out. I discovered masturbation the day after I first had sex. Suddenly it seemed like there was a more important purpose for my ‘down there’ and I wanted to explore how that all worked.”

“It’s funny. No boy can fail to notice his cock. It’s right there. From when he is a toddler. But somehow a lot of girls never discover it feels good to touch their ‘down there’, their pussy, until they are teenagers.”

“Yes, I was so annoyed when I found out I could give myself orgasms. I was like ‘Algebra? Fuck that. Why don’t they teach us this stuff?’ I could have been doing it a decade earlier.”

“You could have been licking girls a decade earlier too. But there is no time like the present to start.”

“OK. I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m going to go for it with total commitment.”

“Don’t be too rough,” Cameron said.

“Come on, I’m not a guy. I’ve got one too. I don’t need the owner’s manual.”

Rebecca moved between Cameron’s outspread thighs and tentatively touched her pussy with the tip of her tongue. Her pussy was on view between her thighs, glistening with her boss’s saliva and, perhaps, her own juice seeping out of her body.

Cameron started to sigh with pleasure and gradually the sighs turned to moans. Rebecca was, as she promised, going for it with total commitment. I moved behind her, positioned my cockhead so it was nestling in her opening. She pushed back against me, taking the knob inside, and then I pushed forward sliding the rest of my cock into her body. She was warm and tight and slippery. It felt wonderful.

I had to slow down a little. I was already close to cumming but a gentleman always lets a lady go first. Or in this case, two ladies. Cameron was getting close, I could tell. Rebecca I was less certain about, I’d only seen her cum once, and women don’t always cum from pure fucking anyway. I reached around her body and found the little hard button of her clit and started to gently stroke it.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Like that. But not quite so hard. Perfect.”

Cameron started to cum. “Oh yes, fuck, don’t stop. Nngh. Oh my god it’s strong.”

Only a few seconds later it was Rebecca’s turn. It was almost comical the way she used almost the same words.

“Oh yes, I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop. Oh my god. This is insane. It’s all over my body.”

I could feel her orgasm in her cunt, the way it was stroking my cock. It was so hot that it took me over the edge. I tried to say the same words just for fun but after a few my brain stopped functioning.

“Nngh. Don’t stop. I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m going to fill up your little receptionist’s cunt with my cum.”

“Oh yes,” Rebecca said. “Fill me up. I’ll tell you off later but just do it. I want to fill my vagina with your pleasure.”

I collapsed onto her back. She was casually licking her bosses lips, in a friendly way rather than trying to turn her on. I was going soft inside her but I didn’t feel in the mood to pull out. The three of us were a pile of sexuality and intimacy. Their relationship would never be the same after today. When Cameron had a gap in her schedule, no patient, I could only imagine what would replace surfing the net or reading a book.

Eventually we untangled and got dressed.

“What did you mean by telling me off later? Or was that just something you said in the heat of orgasm.”

“No. I was actually pretty rational. It’s not good to fuck a girl without a condom but I’m equally guilty on that one. But it’s not acceptable to inseminate her without asking. I might not have been on birth control. Don’t worry, I am, you’re not going to get me pregnant. But don’t do that again. I mean do it again to me. But the first time you are with another girl, make sure you ask.” Then she laughed. “Not that there will be any other girls because with us two why would you need more.”

“For now you are perfect,” I said. “But one day you will want to marry, have kids, settle down. You will look back at this night and either say ‘what was I thinking of?’ or ‘I’m so glad I was foolish when I was young.’”

“It doesn’t feel foolish.”

“It’s not foolish. But let’s face it, yesterday you could not imagine this happening.”

“Wow. I hadn’t thought of it that way. When I texted you saying I wanted an adventure I wasn’t expecting it to completely unfold in 24 hours.”

“It doesn’t have to end tonight.”

“I know. But it will never be as unexpected and amazing. We can all get together in a hotel room. Or my bedroom even. But we all know what is going to happen. The unpredictability makes everything a thousand times hotter.” She turned to her boss. “What’s married sex like?”

“Comfortable. Available on tap. Nowhere near as exciting as this. Somehow the fact that I’m married and really not meant to be doing it makes it even more intense. Haven’t you had any long-term boyfriends?”

“Not more than a year. But long enough to get to the reading in bed stage. There is definitely a quantity-quality tradeoff. The first time you have sex with someone, well maybe not the first time, that is often weird…but the second and third times…you never get back to that intensity.”

“OK,” I said. “Let’s get dressed.”

“Where are we going?”

“For dinner.” I paused. “In North Beach. In a strip club.”

Chapter 5: North Beach

“For dinner.” I paused. “In North Beach. In a strip club.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You’re not so naïve as to have missed that men like steaks and naked girls and alcohol. So where better to go? Although in California you have to make a tradeoff.”

“A tradeoff?”

“Yes. You can have alcohol or pussies. If the girls are totally naked they are not allowed to serve alcohol.”

“Can I be greedy and ask for both?” Rebecca said. “We go to an alcohol and good steak and no pussy place first. We have dinner and get buzzed. Then you take us to some seedy back-street club where the girls spread their legs and we would never dare go without a man.”

“Like you’d go to the Hustler club without a man?”

“Well, a crowd of girls for someone getting married. Hen night. Sure, we’d go. I want to try somewhere edgier.”

“OK. We can do that. It seems to be a side of your city you’ve never seen.”

Cameron laughed. “I’m a doctor. A woman. Chinese. Married. Any more reasons I shouldn’t go to a strip club.”

“It will be all the more intense. Maybe you’ll meet a patient.”

“Oh my god, you’re right. I can’t go. Totally not. Even though I’m intrigued about what goes on there.”

“You will go if I tell you to. And I do tell you to.”

“Wow. OK. This is out there. If anything happens…I mean like someone recognizes me…you’ll keep me safe?”

“I’ll always keep you safe. It’s the counterbalance. You have to do what I say. But I have to make it safe for you to do it and protect you.”

“What’s the most risky thing he’s made you do?” Rebecca asked.

“I suppose using a remote-controlled vibrator on me and making me cum in public.”

“Wow. You did that. I always thought you were a conservative doctor Asian type.”

“I was. Then I met him. I always thought you were a receptionist who was hot but got more attention than she wanted.”

“I was. As you say, then I met him. A few weeks ago for the first time, but truly only yesterday when he asked for my number.”

Cameron looked at her. “Now I’m intrigued. How did he ask?”

“I don’t remember the details. He asked if my roommate was as cute as me. Which made me blush. I’m in an office, your receptionist remember. I don’t chat up your patients. Even the hot ones. Somehow it got to ‘text me if you want an adventure’ and I drank a very large glass of wine, two actually, and then I texted.”

“I delivered,” I said.

Both girls laughed.

“I thought,” Rebecca said, “that you wanted to take me out to dinner and have a one-night stand. I’ve not had sex for ages, so I decided I was up for that. No strings attached sex is still sex and a girl has needs. It would be uncomplicated.”

“Now it’s complicated,” I said.

“Yes. But it’s way more than I was hoping for. So who knows where it all goes?”

“It goes to North Beach next,” I said.

North Beach is a part of San Francisco where all the Italian immigrants settled, nowhere near the waterfront so who knows why it is called a beach. But there haven’t been Italian immigrants since the 1920s so it is basically a part of Chinatown, but with Italian restaurants. And it is also the red-light district. I took the two girls to what I’d heard was the best of the upmarket clubs. Probably the best place for food, booze and attractive girls even though you so, so wanted to take their G-strings off.

I bought us a bottle of vodka and the two women attacked it. We had some steaks, cooked perfectly. We watched the most attractive girls that you can imagine strip down to just little tiny panties. Cameron and Rebecca watched eagerly, never having seen naked girls like that before, absorbing everything since it might be the only time in their life that they went to a strip club. I poured some more vodka and topped the glasses up with tonic. They gulped it down. They were pretty drunk, they knew it, and they didn’t care.

“I only saw my first pussy up close tonight, now I want to see more,” Rebecca said.

“We have to go to another club.”

“I know. Take us to the other side of the tracks.”

“I should go home,” Cameron said.

“No,” I said.

“Really? OK.” I think she wanted me to make the decision for her.

To be honest, I didn’t really know where to go. I don’t go to strip clubs, I prefer to see naked women in my bedroom where I can fuck them after they take off their clothes. But I’d heard names and reputations. We went down a backstreet. There didn’t seem to be anything there, no neon, no doormen, but there was a door. I pressed the bell wondering if it was wise. Maybe a mob guy would emerge with a gun and we would all die. But the door opened, a black guy beckoned us in and we were suddenly in a strip club. Way more than a strip club. There were naked girls on the stage rubbing their exposed pussies on the pole, but there were other girls fucking banker-types at their tables, still in their thousand-dollar suits. The lap-dance that everyone wanted but never got. I think the two girls I brought were the only ones apart from the strippers…sorry, exotic dancers.

We sat down. I ordered another bottle of vodka. Apparently the long arm of the state law didn’t reach here. The podiatrist office was not open the next day so I didn’t feel too guilty. They could both sleep it off at their leisure. The two women watched what was going on around them with amazement. The hottest girls you could imagine were totally naked on stage, spreading their legs for dollar bills, little diamonds pierced into their clit-hoods to draw eyes there. Girls who had finished their dances were at tables with rich looking men persuading them to buy overpriced girly-drinks. I realized some were politicians, hence the non-existence of the law against alcohol in fully-naked clubs. And at other tables, they shamelessly climbed aboard and took those rich men’s cocks inside with everyone around watching, but pretending not to look as if it was all something they saw every day in the office.

I’d never been in a club like that and then I laughed at myself for trying to be like those people pretending I was cool and this was normal. Instead, I leant over and the two girls leant forward.

“I’ve a confession. I’ve never been anywhere like this my life,” I said.

“Really?” Rebecca replied. “Why did you bring us here?”

“I’d heard of it. That it was the best place although overpriced. This bottle of vodka cost $800.”

“Wow. But it’s like something out of a porn movie. What’s going to happen?”

“Whatever I want, of course.”

“Oh my god, what do you want?”

“Do you want to be the licker or the lickee?”

“I’ve no idea. The girls are so hot I’d do them without thinking twice. Or having one of them between my legs…wow.”

I turned to Cameron. She was gazing at the girls on the stage who were lying in a 69-position licking each other. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. Nothing in her upbringing had prepared her for what she was seeing in public that night.

Two very tall black girls came on stage. They were presumably twins, they looked identical. They gradually got rid of their clothes. Then they teased the men in the front rows mercilessly, lying down and then not quite opening their legs. Finally they spread wide. I bet you’ve wondered whether twins’ pussies look as identical as their faces and in this case they did. Nice chocolate lips with just a hint of the pinkness inside when they reached down and opened themselves up. I made an executive decision. These were our girls.

They went offstage and then returned to the bar area ten minutes later. They had put on tight shorts and tops that were a size too small for their breasts. I beckoned them over, poured them a glass of vodka and tonic that they barely touched, and we started to talk.

Rebecca and Cameron were totally amazed. There were these two black girls, incredibly beautiful, model-level beautiful, sitting there at our table. They half-knew that they were available. They had no idea how they got paid, a dollar a lick, a hundred dollars for ten minutes? I had no idea either and I knew the price would be a rip-off but I wanted to give my girls an experience they would never forget.

“Take your shorts off,” I said to the black girls.

“You know this doesn’t happen for free?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday. But these girls only discovered pussies earlier this evening. They need more, and yours looked beautiful on stage.”

“Well thank you,” one of them replied. I guess most men don’t dare to be that direct.

“I loved discovering whether identical twins have identical pussies.”

“And do we?”

“Pretty much. But I need to check more closely. So it’s time to lose those shorts.”

The two black girls were instantly naked from the waist down. They spread their legs. Cameron and Rebecca stared shamelessly at their exposed pussies. Identical pussies.

I just said one word. It was all that was necessary. “Lick.”

The two women knelt down, one in front of each of the black twins and attacked their pussies with no inhibition at all. It was fun to watch. Such fun, in fact, that the banker types stopped pretending that everything was boringly everyday and gradually a ring of an audience formed. I don’t think the girls even noticed.

“Take your bras off and let the audience join in,” I said to the black dancers.

The two black girls reached back, unclasped their tops, and then they were naked. I gave a little sign to a couple of the guys watching and they knelt down and started to kiss and lick and bite the black girls nipples. Meanwhile, Cameron and Rebecca licked and sucked and got their tongues up inside them.

It was wild. More of the audience stepped forward. The black girls seemed to be very aroused, especially for girls who did sex stuff every day. The men were touching them everywhere. When there was space they kissed their breasts, their mouths, even their foreheads. But their pussies were off limits for everyone except my girls. I so wanted to fuck Cameron, taking a doctor in public in a strip club was out there, but I had to protect her. Not that I was doing a great job letting her be seen in public licking a stripper, but being seen in public fucking a non-husband seemed a step too far so I reluctantly held back. But I won’t pretend my cock wasn’t hard. Rebecca was clearly having the time of her life, the most intense sexual experience ever.

“Let her lick you,” I said to her.

She looked at me doubtfully and then she stood up, pulled up her skirt, revealing to the entire audience that she wore no panties. She sat down beside me and spread her legs. Her twin didn’t need instructions, she moved in and a moment later Rebecca had a tongue in her cunt and was moaning uncontrollably.

I leant down and whispered in Cameron’s ear. “You don’t have to do what Rebecca is doing. I know it’s risky.”

She turned her head. “I want to. I want the full experience.”

She stood up, pushing all the men away, pushed her pants and panties off and sat down. Her twin moved in and soon Cameron was moaning with pleasure as the black girl’s skilled tongue drove her arousal to new heights. Random men stroked her breasts and nipples.

I had heard them both climax before, so I knew they were both close. It was so extreme, lying with their legs spread, with an audience of bankers, and hot black twins licking them. It was wonderful to watch too, I was rock hard, but I couldn’t do anything, I didn’t want to break the spell. I could have them whenever I wanted but this was a moment in time that was totally for them.

They came together. It was as if their bodies were connected. They went stiff, they thrust their hips into the twins’ mouths, and they both let out a howl of orgasmic ecstasy. They were totally lost in their own worlds of pleasure. Their bodies twitched and shook like they were having fits, animalistic sounds came out of their mouths. Their eyes were closed tight, they were in their own worlds where only thing that mattered was the pleasure flooding through their bodies.

Then it was over. They slumped down floppily, totally spent, almost unconscious. The two black girls sat back, their mouths glistening with the juicy evidence of the two girls’ orgasms. It seemed a long time before Cameron and Rebecca opened their eyes. Then they were shocked to see the crowd around them, realized what they had done with not a care about who saw. The ring of men clapped and so they felt duty bound to stand up and take a bow.

Even though half the expensive bottle of vodka remained, it would be an anticlimax to stay. Nothing could possibly surpass that moment. I took them outside. The two girls were too drunk to drive so I got them both an Uber to take them home.

I remembered the words Rebecca had said earlier in the evening. “It will never be so unexpected and amazing.” It was a challenge for me to prove her wrong.

Chapter 6: Rebecca’s Apartment

“you ok this morning?” I texted Cameron

“hungover. i’ve not drunk so much in years”

“not been licked so much in years either”

“haha. true. never been with a woman before yesterday. and then i had two”

“not feeling bad about it though?”

“not at all. although as a married woman i suppose I should feel at least a little guilty. but i don’t. yesterday you gave me an amazing experience”

“you love being obedient”

“you have made me a different woman”

“and you like being a different woman?”

“i love it. it’s so naughty. not how i was brought up. plus i’m meant to be faithful to my husband”

“don’t stop fucking him, he’ll notice”

“don’t worry. despite the hangover i fucked him this morning”

“did you cum?”

“you are so nosy. but yes. and before you ask i was thinking of you”

I turned my attention to my other girl and texted Rebecca. “ok?”

“fuck. more than ok. you asked me if I wanted an adventure. i thought you wanted a one-night-stand. you totes delivered an adventure”

“i can’t promise i can do it again. but i’ll try”

“it was a night i’ll remember for the rest of my life”

“can i come over. i’m in the mood to fuck you”

“lol you are so direct. none of the flirty stuff”

“i don’t need to pretend i’m in love with you. and i’m not pretending when i say you are hot”

“well thanks i guess. so i’ll try something i’ve never texted before. i want your cock inside me. now! come over”

“haha. that is not how girls talk. what’s your address?”

She told me and I drove there.

“So how was yesterday?” I asked.

“I was petrified when it started. You told me to pull up my skirt for Dr White…I suppose I should call her Cameron now that we’ve been…whatever…intimate. But then I worry I’ll call her that in front of a patient. So I had no idea she was a…what do you call us…slave?…girlfriend?…sub?”

“I call you my girls.”

“So then you told her to lick me. I was pretty wild in college but only with guys. I knew it was her first time too. But you told us to do it. And we are your girls. So we did.”

“How was it?”

“I’m not a lesbian but it felt surprisingly natural. Like trying a new cuisine. Exotic.”

“You want to do it again?”

“I already did. With the black girl.” She laughed. “It’s going to be a bit weird at work, though.”

“So what did you think of the strip clubs?”

“The first one was amazing. I’ve never seen such attractive girls, and then they took almost all their clothes of for us.”

“And the steaks were great too.”

She laughed. “We had steaks? I guess we did. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off the girls. It was so odd. I mean I’m totally straight. At least I thought I was. I guess I’m a little bit bi after yesterday. Or maybe just that all women are a little bit bi.”

“You didn’t look totally straight with your tongue in one of the black twin’s pussies.”

“I can’t believe I did that. In public with an audience. I was so on fire. You promised me an adventure and I wouldn’t have believed you if you’d told me what I’d do for you.”

“Take off your clothes and take me to your bedroom.”

She laughed. “OK. You are so not like my boyfriends. Even when we were in a relationship they wouldn’t dare say that.”

“You want to do it right? I don’t want to make you do something you are not up for.”

“Totally. You already fucked me. At least I think you did. I was busy licking my boss but something was going on back there. I want it again.”

“I want to lick you. I so wanted to push the black girl away and do it myself last night.”

“I guess you are good. Guys only tell girls they want to lick if they are good. Girls only tell guys they want to suck them if they are good too.”

“Do you want to suck me?”

“Of course. But now it makes it sound like I’m really good. I’m not sure I am. Never had complaints but how would I know how good I am?”

“To be honest, a girl’s mouth over my cock is so exciting. It is hard to mess up so much that it’s not good.”

She laughed again. “It’s not quite the same for us. Guys are sometimes clueless about female anatomy. But I guess that if you know where the clit is, then licking is going to work out fine.”

“I don’t know if I’m wonderful, but as you say, I’ve not had complaints. Tell me after. Whether I’m the best or useless or in-between.”

“Let’s go and get your tongue there. This is so weird. I mean I’ve had sex with my share of men but never where it is so out there, that we talk about licking before it happens.”

“I want to slide my rock hard cock into your cunt.”

“Exactly. Nobody says that. It’s insanely explicit.”

“Shall we invite your boss over?”

“It’s the weekend. She’s probably doing something with her husband.”

“Maybe. I’ll call. It would be fun.”

“I only have a queen-sized bed. It’ll be crowded.”

“It’ll be the perfect crowd.”

“True. My life is so different from a couple of days ago.”

I called Cameron.

“I know you might not be able to talk. He might be around. I’m with Rebecca. Do you want to join us?”

“I certainly would,” she said in a professional voice. “Text me the address.”

“Tell your husband you have an emergency.”

She laughed. “People don’t really get emergencies to their feet.”

“I want you here. Pantiless. Now.”

“Wow. OK, I’m on my way.”

“Take your panties off before you leave. I want you thinking of sex while you are driving.”

“Yes. I will…do as you request.” I realized her husband could probably hear the call at her end.

Rebecca and I lay on her bed and kissed. I wanted to undress her but I also knew she would need to let Cameron in. She opened up my pants. I was hard, what a surprise, and she started to suck on me. Cameron was driving over with no panties and Rebecca was exploring my cock. What more could a man wish for? The only decision I had to make was whether to cum in Rebecca’s mouth or save it for Cameron’s cunt. Or both, but I’m not one of those guys that doesn’t need an hour off, I can’t just cum twice like that.

“So does licking a woman turn you on?” I said to Rebecca.

“I’ve no idea really. I only did it for the first time yesterday. If you took me back to that strip club, I’d lick any of them. I know I’m female and I think I’m straight but wow…they were so hot. Like asking someone ‘if Angelina Jolie took her panties off for you, would you do it?’ Of course you would.”

“I wanted to push my cock in them.”

Rebecca laughed again. “I’m sure I would too, if I had one.”

“I want to stick it in you.”

“I am totally up for it even though I’ve never had a conversation like this. You are so explicit.”

“Spread your lips open for me. I want to see everything.”

“Like I said, you are explicit. But I’ll do it for you.”

She lay back, pushed off her pants and panties. I got to see her shaved slit again. She spread her legs.

“Ta da,” she said. She reached down, put her fingers on her pussy lips, and opened herself up. I got to see all the pinkness inside, a pink cosmopolitan only visible to her lovers. Or maybe only me, the man who insisted she showed it.

“This is so odd,” she said “I’ve never even done this for boyfriends.”

“I’m not your boyfriend?”

“You are my master or something. You give orders. I obey.”

“Have you ever done anal sex?”

“No. Never. Are you going to make me do it?”

“Do you want to?”

“It’s scary. But I want to do whatever you want. If you want my ass it is yours.”

“I want your ass.”

“OK. You can have it. Just don’t be too rough.”

“I’m the one who decides how rough I am. But I’m in a friendly mood. It will be intense, but I will prepare you well first. Not be cruel.”

“Thank you, I guess. It’s still scary.”

“But when Cameron gets here. I want her to have her hand around my cock as it enters your ass.”

“Wow. OK. Work is going to be odd next week. After all this stuff.” She laughed. “I’ve seen my boss’s pussy. Licked it even.”

“You’re loving it, right?”

“Totes. You are wild. I never know what you will make us do next. I’ve opened my legs for you in the office, licked a girl, been to a strip club. I guess I’m going to have my first anal sex soon. I said I wanted an adventure. You delivered. More than delivered. You delivered a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

The doorbell rang. Rebecca got up and let Cameron in. We were all a little embarrassed at first, fully dressed, not quite sure what would happen next.

I looked at Cameron. “Rebecca has never been fucked in her ass. I’m going to take her. And you are going to prepare her asshole.”

“Wow. What do I have to do?”

“Lick her there.”

“Okay, I guess. That sounds so filthy.”

“I know. But you are a filthy girl.”

She laughed. “Only as of, like, yesterday.”

“Let’s all get naked.”

The three of us slipped out of our clothes. Somehow once we were naked the embarrassment faded away.

“How was it yesterday?” I said. “With the black girls.”

“Unbelievable,” Cameron said. “I can’t believe what we did. With everyone watching.”

“Oh my god,” Rebecca said. “I’m not as old as you but I’ve had some wild sex. But that was the wildest. When I’m 80 years old I’ll remember that evening.”

“Rebecca, lie on your front. Cameron, get her ready.”

Rebecca rolled onto her front. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. Her asshole was a tight pucker, a little darker than her skin. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.

“Lick her,” I said to Cameron.

She tentatively moved down and the tip of her tongue touched her receptionist’s asshole. I knew it was a big challenge for her: her receptionist, a girl, an asshole. All off-limits. Plus she was married, so anything was off-limits.

“Do you have any lube?” I said to Rebecca.

“No. I get so wet I don’t need any.”

I got up and went to her kitchen. I found a bottle of cooking oil. She would be well-lubricated. I went back to the bedroom. Things were getting going. Cameron had her tongue in Rebecca’s ass, and Rebecca was sighing with pleasure.

“Here, use this oil. First put one finger in. That will go in easily.”

Cameron poured some oil onto her finger. Then she moved behind her receptionist and pushed it inside.

“You OK Rebecca,” I asked.

“It’s not painful, if that’s what you mean. But my boss’s finger is in my asshole. I may be the only person in the entire world who can say that right now.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way. Probably you are the one.”

I turned to her boss. “Cameron. Oil up your fingers again. Then put two fingers in. It will be tight. You will have to push a little bit harder. You need to get three in before she is ready for a cock.”

“Wow, she is tight,” Cameron said as she forced a second finger in.

“Stroke me too,” I said. “With oily hands. That feels great.”

She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke me. I got even harder. With one hand she was stroking me, with the other she was anally fucking her receptionist.

“Three,” I said.

“Really. It doesn’t feel like they will fit.”

“My cock won’t fit if you don’t get three fingers in. Just do it. Maybe four if your fingers are small.”

I watched her work the third finger in. Rebecca was moaning. I knew she wanted to do it for me even though she was apprehensive, to say the least.

“Oil my cock,” I said to Cameron. She poured oil on her hand and the wrapped it around my cock and spread it everywhere. Especially the knob. She’d been fucked in the ass and so she knew that the first penetration was severe. Almost unbearable.

I moved over Rebecca. Just as I had told her I wanted to happen, Cameron grabbed my cock and directed me into her ass. I pushed forward. I entered Rebecca’s ass while her boss guided me into the tight hole.

“Fuck, that’s intense,” Rebecca gasped.

“You are OK though?” I said. This wasn’t one of these making her scream occasions.

“Yes. I think I’m going to cum. Even though it is uncomfortable, to say the least.”

“I want to feel it,” I said. “I want to feel your asshole pulsate with pleasure.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to orgasm. It’s so weird. It’s not even that pleasurable but I’m cumming.”

I felt her asshole milk my cock. Like a milking machine. It was all I could take. I pulled out of her.

“Suck,” I said to Cameron.

“I’m a doctor. Sucking a cock straight out of another girl’s ass is totally unhygienic.”

She bent down and took it into her mouth. A moment later the first blast of my orgasm shot down her throat. The first few pulsations went into her mouth. Rebecca sat up and pushed her boss to one side. The last few drips and dribbles she took for herself.

We lay there together in a pile of naked bodies in Rebecca’s bed.

“So how does this work? Domination. How do you get us to do this stuff against our will?”

“Actually it’s not against your will. I basically tell you to do stuff you want to do.”

“But I never woke up this morning saying ‘today I want anal sex’, it never crossed my mind.”

“Sure. But once you knew I wanted it then you wanted to do it. Like when I told you not to wear panties yesterday. That never crossed your mind either but once I said you had to do it you knew it would be incredibly exciting to do it for me. I can almost promise you that you will never have such an exciting moment in your life as when you pulled up your skirt and spread your legs for me. We were almost strangers, had never touched, never even shaken hands, let alone kissed.”

“I admit it was something.”

“You did that?” Cameron said.

“I did. He texted me that I couldn’t wear panties. And I had to wear a skirt. It was terrifying, to be honest. You saw in the club, I was not wearing panties. Then he made me prove it.”

I turned to Cameron. “Like when I told you to prove you were wearing pink panties. Wasn’t that one of the most exciting moments of your life.”

“Totally. You said I had to undo my pants. In my own office. A stranger. A patient, even, probably some ethics violation if anyone ever found out…but I’d never been more excited.”

“See. I hadn’t so much as touched you.”

“How did it get going?” Rebecca said. “Like even he can’t just say show me your panties. Or did he?”

“Somehow 50-shades-of-grey came up. He asked if I’d read it. Then he asked if I liked to be obedient. I said yes. To be honest, I have no idea. I have typical Chinese married woman sex and suddenly, out of the blue, there is what seemed like an opportunity to have non-typical non-Chinese non-married sex. I took a deep breath and went for it.”

“Sex isn’t just about having your clit touched in just the right way. Your body can be shaking with excitement just about some thought.”

“Right. I can’t believe what we did in the strip club. It was foolish and risky. But it was also the most amazing experience. I’m so glad I let you…I’m not sure of the best words…override my inhibitions.”

“It’s not over, you know.”

“I know. We are your slaves…what is it you like to call us…your girls. We are your girls.”

“You are my girls. And you will do what I say.”

Cameron laughed. “Yes master, take me in your helicopter to your dungeon.”

Chapter 7: The Girls Commit

“Oh yes, yes, don’t stop,” Cameron gasped as she came. My timing was perfect I was just on the cusp of cumming. The powerful contractions in her ass milked my cock and I emptied deep into her body. Cameron’s hands were in Rebecca’s hair, as if she couldn’t bear her receptionist’s tongue to leave her clit. It’s the best way for two people to make love to one woman, a cock in her ass and a tongue on her clit. And a female finger in her cunt.

The three of us lay sweaty in her bed. Rebecca’s was the most convenient place for sex. Cameron was terrified her husband might come home in the middle of the day, and I lived on the other side of town. Plus I think Cameron had some reservations about having fun in the marital bed. The office was fine for some rough stuff, and elastic bandages meant we didn’t even need to sneak any rope in there, but there was nowhere for us all to lie down together.

“Sometimes I feel guilty,” Cameron said.

“Why?” Rebecca said.

“Because when I’m with you guys I have the most wonderful sex imaginable. At home I have dutiful Asian sex once a week for my husband. Not even for me any more. I’d rather fuck you two for my own pleasure.”

“You could invite him,” Rebecca said.

“You’d be OK with that? You’ve never even met, but you are signing up to do him.”

Rebecca laughed. “I don’t even know his name.”

“John,” Cameron said.

“I’ve got an idea,” I said. “You have to confess to husband that you’ve been a bad girl. But you will make it up to him by letting him fuck your hot receptionist. And I will punish you. With a cane.”

“You have such a dirty mind,” Rebecca said.

“I’m up for it,” Cameron said.

“You don’t get to decide if you are up for it. I make that decision for you.”

“Gosh, it’s like you own me. Although the caning might be painful.”

“It certainly will. I will not be gentle. You’ll for sure be in tears again like when I spanked you.”

“And you,” I said to Rebecca. “Are going to fuck him sight-unseen.”

“I am your girl,” she said. “If you want me to do it, then I will.”

“And I want to tattoo you. Just above your slit. I think simply my name. No, I’ve got a better idea. My phone number. Your future boyfriends, and your eventual husband will hate that you are owned.”

“My husband would freak out if you tattoo me,” Cameron said. “Especially there. Chinese people don’t really do tattoos.”

“Does this relationship go on for life?” Rebecca said. “Not even getting married releases me.”

“It goes on as long as I decide, of course. If I want you after you are married, you give yourself to me. Just like Cameron does, and she’s married. Remember you committed total obedience.”

“I’d no idea how exciting this would be. Total submission. No safety net.”

“I’m going to give you a little choice though. A bit of safety net. I’ll only tattoo you if you agree to it. It’s forever, remember.”

“I want to do it. It’s probably insane but I can’t think of any better way to show you own me. A collar would be a better idea but it is just too easy to take off. Plus maybe a bit too public. I couldn’t really wear it in the office, whereas nobody is going to see my pussy there ever again. Well, except you two, of course.”

I turned to Cameron. “You get the same choice. I want to tattoo you but I don’t want to cause a divorce or something. Remember, I have to keep you safe. I have an idea though. We’ll tattoo you discretely, put my phone number in your ass crack. Your husband probably won’t notice for years. He never goes back there.”

“It’s a big step,” she said. “But I’ll do it. If confessing that I’ve been a bad girl doesn’t get me divorced, I doubt a tattoo will be the reason.”

“Another thing. You’re never to have anal sex with anyone else. That’s my personal entrance. Just there beside my number.”

“What about me?” said Rebecca.

“You’re a different generation. Where guys want it and expect it and will beg for it. So it’s mean not to let you give it when you want.”

“I never did before.”

“I bet guys asked. Or tried to sneak in there.”

She laughed. “Totally. Now I know how to do it, then I’d be more up for it.”

“Well I guess my ass is yours,” Cameron said. “It’s not like I was suddenly going to ask John to do me there. I’m not planning on having other lovers. Just you. Well, and Rebecca, although she doesn’t have a cock, obviously.”

“Let’s get a strap-on. So you can fuck each other while I watch. Or if it gets too boring in the office.”

“What’s a strap-on?”

“A plastic cock that has a harness. Let’s get a really big one. So, shopping list. Strap-on. Cane. Tattoos. Let’s go.”

We started with the tattoo parlor. The tattooist was a bit reluctant at first, making sure the girls realized that tattoos were permanent, that they really wanted to do it. After all, it was pretty obvious that I was dominating them, especially as it was my cell-phone number that we were requesting. But a couple of hours later Rebecca had my number tattooed on her mound just above the top of her slit. I suppose if it ever got to be a huge problem with a future husband she could let her hair grow back and it would not be so obvious. Cameron had my number in her ass-crack. Rebecca and I had to hold her ass open wide so that the tattooist could even work in there.

A trip to the sex-shop and we were the owners of an intimidating huge jet-black cock and a harness. Plus a bottle of lube. And an anal plug. Some cuffs. On the spur of the moment, I bought two collars and leashes. Although the girls were already tattooed sometimes a more public display of ownership is appropriate.

Next was the home-improvement center where we got a bundle of bamboo canes. I also bought some rope, you never knew when it might come in useful. Sex can be so much more intense when you are tied to the bed. Or the tree. Or whatever. When we got to the checkout, I wondered if the cashier had a clue what the purpose of our purchases was. Apparently “Fifty Shades of Grey” had affected sales of certain hardware in noticeable ways.

We decided to wait for the tattoos to heal, three weeks or so, before letting John fuck Rebecca. So her tat looked good and her ownership was obvious. That if John ever wanted to fuck her again then I was the person to ask, not her. And my number was right there by her pussy. Of course Cameron’s tattoo was more of a symbolic thing since John would never see it, but the three of us knew it was there and would see it whenever I took her anally, or if we just wanted a peek at it.

Back at Rebecca’s apartment I cut the rope into four lengths and attached them to the corners of her bed. Any time I wanted I could spread-eagle one of the girls face up or down.

“Do you want to be caned?” I said to Rebecca.

She laughed. “Are you insane? Of course not.”

“Cameron needs to see it. The first time for her will be in front of her husband. I want her to at least have an idea of how extreme it is. You’re going to show her.”

We were all naked already. Around Rebecca’s we pretty much walked around naked all the time so we could touch each other or more without delay.

“Lie on the bed face up,” I said to Cameron.

“Now lie on top of her face down,” I said to Rebecca.

I used the ropes to tie her in position. The two women were face to face, breasts to breasts, their pussies inches apart. I got the cane.

“I’ll only do three strokes,” I said. “The first time is so intense you have no idea. Nothing you have done in your life has prepared you for the first stroke on your bare ass.”

I took the bamboo cane and swung it through the air. Just the sound of it was terrifying. I pressed it against Rebecca’s ass taking aim, as it were. I could sense her dread. I lifted it up and brought it down hard and fast.

The effect wasn’t instantaneous. The swoosh of the cane through the air. The crack of the can on buttocks. Rebecca felt nothing for half a second and then the pain hit. She screamed. A red line appeared across the pale skin of her ass. It was as if a red hot poker had been touched there. Even Cameron, underneath, screamed. It was that intense. Rebecca instantly was crying, tears welling up uncontrollably.

The art of a good caning is to go slowly, let the effect of the previous stroke wear off almost completely. Three strokes in quick succession is just like a single stroke. I stood back, letting the fact that there were two more strokes sink in. For her first time it was probably close to her limit.

I positioned the cane on her again, tapping it against her ass so the anticipation built up again. A whoosh. A crack. A scream. Two screams actually. A new red weal. My cock was rock hard. Rebecca’s tears were dripping onto Cameron. She was sobbing but also, I could tell, trying to be brave and no beg for mercy or anything like that. She knew there was only one more stroke, I wasn’t so sadistic as to give her fifty. Fifty shades of my cane.

The last stroke. I moved lower down her ass. Even though if you cane a girl’s ass, the cane can’t actually touch her pussy, it doesn’t feel like that to her when you get close. She feels completely vulnerable. The final crack, the final screams, the final tears. I leapt onto the bed and plunged my cock into her. It always amazes me how wet a spanking or a caning makes a girl. I didn’t care about her pleasure, only mine. I attacked her hard and fast. It didn’t take long and I felt my cock spray inside her. Rebecca was moaning with pain or pleasure, I didn’t know which. Cameron was feeling every thrust too and was also moaning. It was almost like cumming in both girls at the same time. Cameron’s turn would be next. Just like I had with Rebecca, I planned to cane her and then fuck her, but with the additional twist that her husband would be watching. I untied the girls.

“Cameron needs some fun,” I said to Rebecca. I held out the strap-on and the harness and tightened it. Cameron rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her receptionist moved up. I squirted lube onto my hand and rubbed it on the plastic cock, which felt rather gay.

“Oh fuck it’s big,” Cameron groaned as Rebecca tried to push it into her. Never having had sex as a man before, she wasn’t really sure how hard to push. I spanked her ass, not really hard, but enough that her hips jerked and the cock penetrated her boss.

“I feel like I’m a guy,” Rebecca said as she started to move the cock back and forth, gradually working the entire length into Cameron’s pussy. “It’s pretty fun, actually. It must be way more fun with a real cock, with real nerve-endings.”

“The problem with strap-ons,” I said, “Is that there is no end. No cumming to complete the act. You can do it as long as you like and then stop. So not quite like real penis-in-vagina sex.”

It was fun to watch though. Rebecca’s ass decorated from her caning, the big cock, the knowledge that the two girls had not done it before.

I reached between the two girls and rubbed Cameron’s clit. I knew she didn’t normally cum just from fucking. But she was surprisingly close. I’d had enough experience of her body by then to know just how she liked to be touched.

“Oh yes. Like that. Nearly there. Oh fuck it’s weird with that huge thing in there. Keep going. Lovely. Oh I love you both. Love me, love me.”

“Next time you get to fuck Rebecca,” I said as she pulled out of Cameron.

We all lay on Rebecca’s bed, comfortably stroking and kissing like some sort of baboon grooming session. Our relationship had grown intense in such a short time. The tattoos meant total commitment on their part. It would soon be time to bring Cameron’s husband John into the mix.

“So how is it going to work with my husband?” Cameron said.

“Not sure. At your house I assume. We all show up. Both of you wear those collars we bought and I have you on leashes. You confess. We’ll decide exactly what you say. You tell him that he can have Rebecca in any way he wants. Then you get naked. Or maybe I make you both strip when we arrive. I will cane you and fuck you in front of him. Meanwhile, Rebecca gets naked too, if she still has clothes on. Maybe she sucks him, I guess he’s never been sucked since you told me it was the first time when I made you do it. I’ll make Rebecca wear the anal plug in case he wants to try that hole. Do you want it to be a one-time thing? Or can he have Rebecca again?”

“It’s my choice? Not yours?”

“It’s your marriage. I think I should let you make the choice. But of course he has to ask me before I send Rebecca to him. He’s not allowed to have Rebecca’s number, only mine. Look at her mound. I own her. My number is there. Not that you can see right now because of the dressing. We’ll wait for it to heal.”

“Wow. It’s going to be a long few weeks waiting for the tattoos to be ready.”

“I bet your husband loves fucking Rebecca.”

Cameron laughed. “I can’t believe how casual I am about John being unfaithful to me. Not what a good Asian wife wants for her husband. But, to be honest, I can’t wait to watch him fuck Rebecca. Do you know what would be even hotter? I hold his cock when he enters her, the ultimate gift.”

“You are such a changed person, you dirty doctor.”

Chapter 8: John

Finally it was time to invite John to join in. The three of us were all at Rebecca’s apartment. I made Rebecca find a long raincoat and underneath it I wouldn’t let her even wear panties. I picked her highest fuck-me heels she owned. Then I put the collar and leash on her. But before she put the coat on, I lubed up the anal plug we bought and worked it into her ass. If John wanted to try anal, she was very available, pre-opened, pre-lubed.

I couldn’t do much to dress Cameron since she didn’t have much more than some underwear at Rebecca’s place, but she wore her leash and collar. I gave her the cane to carry. She would bring the instrument of her punishment.

We arrived Cameron and John’s house and she opened the door. We went in quietly. Rebecca lost the coat immediately we were in the door. She was totally naked except for high-heels and the collar. We walked through into the living room. John’s eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw Rebecca, a hot 23 year old, completely naked, with a collar and leash. And his wife, also with a collar and leash, although dressed normally. My cock was already hard, it was such an extreme situation.

“Your wife has been a bad girl,” I said. “So I’m going to punish her while you watch. You can make sure she gets what she deserves. But she is going to make it up to you by giving you Rebecca, her office receptionist. Or rather I’m going to give her to you because I own her. See, that’s my phone number tattooed just above her pussy. Call me if you ever want her again, maybe I’ll send her to you.”

I turned to Cameron. “Strip,” I said. She passed me the cane and undressed, not really putting on a show like she had done for us previously. In a moment she was naked.

If John had been surprised to see the naked Rebecca, he seemed even more surprised when his seemingly innocent Chinese wife shed her clothes on a one-word command from me. He had no idea who I was or why his wife would do that for me.

He didn’t say anything, he just watched, clearly wondering if he was in a dream.

“So how bad has your wife been? She sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. She let me fuck her. She came in public with a vibrator concealed in her panties. She went to a strip club and licked one of the strippers, one of a pair of black twins. She let me do her in the ass. We have regular sex sessions at Rebecca’s apartment, and we’re not going to stop. I think that’s six transgressions. So six strokes of the cane.”

I grabbed a dining chair and moved it to the center of the room. “Bend over and grab the seat of the chair,” I said.

I turned to Rebecca. “Hold her wrists so she can’t use her hands to protect herself. She won’t have the willpower to do it on her own. You can kiss away her tears too. I like watching that.”

In that position Cameron’s ass was totally exposed. Although she knew she was going to get caned, suddenly the reality hit her. She had seen Rebecca get caned, felt it indirectly even since she was lying underneath. I touched the cane to her ass. She shivered. I lifted it high and brought it down. She let out a squeal like an animal being tortured and a red welt almost immediately appeared on her ass. She tried to cover her ass with her hands but Rebecca was holding her wrists. She started to cry. It was probably the most painful thing that had happened to her for years. But there were another five strokes to come.

I let the pain gradually subside but since I was going to give her six strokes unlike the three I had given her receptionist, I didn’t spread them out too much. The second stroke whistled through the air and ended with a terrifying crack. A new red stripe. Cameron was whimpering and tears ran down her face. Rebecca was licking them off her cheeks as fast as she could.

“Be brave,” Rebecca whispered.

A couple more strokes. I don’t think John had said a word since we arrived until then. “Stop,” he said. “It’s too much.”

“I decide how much is too much,” I said. “You’re just her husband. She does whatever I tell her. She will get the full six strokes.”

I delivered the last two strokes quickly. Then, before John could realize what was happening, I moved behind Cameron, unzipped my pants and entered his wife. She was dripping wet and my cock slipped in without the least trace of resistance. A hard caning seems to do wonders for a woman’s desire. Light after the darkness.

“You can fuck Rebecca when I’m done,” I said. “Your wife wants to guide your cock into her. The ultimate gift to you. A hot girl being given to you by us. But first I’m going to cum in your wife.”

I started to fuck Cameron hard. Rebecca was still by her face and the two women started to kiss. I could see their tongues twirling in each other’s months. I reached around her and grabbed her breasts. I pinched her nipples. Hard. Very hard. She screamed out in surprise and pain. I was also ramming hard against her throbbing ass, criss-crossed with the latticework of her caning. Although she never came from just being fucked, she did at that moment.

“Ow, ow, too much. Oh my god, I love you two so much. You’ve changed my life…I’m can’t believe I’m going to…nngh…I’m cumming. Oh yes, so strong, keep going, don’t stop.”

“Squeeze me hard,” I told her.

Her vagina contracted around my cock and then it was my turn.

“Oh yes, Cameron, take my cum in your married pussy. Let me fill you up, you dirty doctor.”

I kept fucking her until the last tiny spurt of my orgasm was in her. I pulled out.

“Rebecca, lie down.”

She lay on the floor on her back, not quite sure what I had in mind.

“Squat over her,” I said to Cameron. “Give her a taste of my cum.”

Cameron moved so her pussy was a few inches above Rebecca’s mouth. She squeezed her pussy again and a long dribble of my cum came out of her in her receptionist’s open mouth. I glanced over at John. He was spellbound. Until shortly before that moment, he had assumed his wife, the only woman he had ever been with, was faithful and a demure Asian. Now he was faced with all the evidence that she was not. Cum was dripping from her vagina like in some porn movie. Another man’s cum.

John had always been faithful and now he was about to fuck the hottest girl he’d ever seen naked, probably fifteen years his junior. And his wife was going to guide his cock into her as a demonstration of her love. Or something. Since she had another man’s collar around her neck, he probably wasn’t sure how that all worked.

Cameron lowered herself the final few inches and Rebecca’s tongue entered her to lick out even more of my cum. I suddenly had a dirty idea.

“Kiss him,” I said quietly.

She squirmed out from under Cameron, went over to John and pressed her mouth against his, still full of my cum that had just been inside his wife. Her cum coated tongue pressed into his mouth. Finally he reacted and wrapped his hands around her, unable to believe that such a beautiful woman was his to touch. His hands slipped down to her ass, now with just a few hints of blue from her caning a few weeks earlier.

She sunk to her knees, undid his pants, pulled them down and wrapped her mouth over his rock-hard cock. He was a lot smaller than me as I had surmised from the first time Cameron had taken me inside. The stereotypes about Asian men being small seemed to be true. Cameron undid his shirt and got him completely naked. Rebecca started to caress his balls as she sucked him.

Rebecca sensed he would cum too quickly if she continued to suck him. She stood up, lay back on the sofa and spread her legs. I loved the way my phone number was so clearly visible just above the pink labia of her sex. I reached down and pulled the anal plug out of her, it might be too much the first time he entered her.

Cameron grasped her husband’s cock and pulled him forward, guiding it into the younger woman’s pussy. Despite not having any true foreplay she was obviously so excited that it went in smoothly in a single thrust, her pussy-lips wrapped tightly around the Chinese man’s cock.

I passed the plug to Cameron. She didn’t need me to tell her what to do. As her husband fucked her receptionist, she worked the plug into his ass, an area of his body that she had shyly avoid up to that point. I realized we should have brought the strap-on with us. It would have been fun to watch Cameron fuck her husband in the ass as he fucked Rebecca. Pegging I think it’s called, when a woman does a man in the ass with a strap-on.

Rebecca pushed John out, pulled her knees up high, and guided his knob against her asshole. It was his first time having anal sex. He wasn’t really sure what to do but Rebecca was experienced enough and got him inside without difficulty. He started to fuck her ass.

“Do I cum inside her?”

“I’d rather you came in my mouth,” Cameron said. She was truly being a dirty girl that day.

Her husband pulled out of Rebecca’s ass and Cameron wrapped her hands around he husband’s familiar cock. She leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. A few quick strokes of her hand and we could all see cum blasting into his wife’s mouth. She licked his cock clean.

That was only the first time Cameron’s husband got to play with Rebecca. Sincc the two girls were regularly were with me, I would send her to him as recompense. But Rebecca had to move to the east coast for some family reason and I lost touch with her.

I still continued to see Cameron regularly over the years. I even took her on vacation with me once, and sent one of my other young girls to live with her husband that week. It was the wildest week of non-stop sex for him of his whole life.

Then, perhaps ten years later, my phone rang. An unknown number.

“Who are you?” a voice said.

“Well, who are you?” I replied.

“I’m Rebecca’s husband. I decided I wanted her to be shaved. She was very reluctant so I basically held her down and used an electric clipper to remove all her hair. I found why she was reluctant, your phone number was there. On her…you know.”

“On her pussy. Yes, I’m her owner. She is very obedient. Watch.”

I texted Rebecca, “tell husband you have to suck him right now and he has to stay on phone.”

“What?” the husband said. “She says she has to suck me and I’ve to stay on the line.”

“Yes, I want a running commentary.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“Your choice. If I tell Rebecca not to suck you for six months then it will be a long time before you get to cum in her pretty little mouth again after today. She obeys me.”

“Oh my god. This is weird. But…it’s like something out of a book. She’s opened up my pants and pulled them down. My cock is in her mouth. She’s moving back and forth.”

“Do you have a big cock? Rebecca likes big cocks.

“Pretty big. She told me it wasn’t the biggest she had been with but…Oh I’m cumming. I’m filling her mouth. She’s sitting back on her heels with her mouth open showing it all to me. Oh, she swallowed it.”

“OK,” I said. “You can go now.”

“But…”

I rang off.

Later I texted Rebecca again.

“where do you live now?”

“oakland”

“perfect. i’m going to visit this evening. you will be wearing a miniskirt and no panties”

We arranged a time and she gave me her new address.

I arrived and she introduced her husband to me. I looked her up and down and worked out she must be in hear early thirties. She was still incredibly hot. Still slim with large breasts. Her miniskirt was tiny. Any shorter and her uncovered pussy would be already be visible.

“Pull your skirt up around your waist. Show me your pussy and my phone number.”

She reached down and pulled up her skirt. She was not wearing panties as ordered. It looked like I remembered from all those years ago. I reached out and ran my finger over the tattoo that we put there a decade earlier. Then I let my finger slip lower, into her slit. As normal when she was me, she was already very wet. Her clit was hard. She was ready for me.

“I have to have you right now,” I said. “Bend over the table and spread your legs.”

She moved and pressed her breasts onto the table top and moved her feet wide apart like a mare presenting to a stallion. I unzipped my pants and slid my cock into her. I could see her astounded husband out of the corner of my eye. Of course he knew Rebecca had had her share of previous lovers but probably she had been faithful to him since their wedding day.

“Oh yes, I love you so much,” she said as she felt me penetrate. But I’m not on birth control any more, we are trying to have a baby.”

“That’s so hot. I’m definitely going to cum in your pussy then. I might impregnate you and you two would have to bring up your owner’s baby.”

“Oh my god,” Rebecca said. “That is so depraved.”

“You love depraved,” I said as I felt the first warm spurt of my orgasm blast into her cunt.

It would be fun having Rebecca back again. I was already thinking of getting her together with Cameron soon.

Chapter 9: Stadium Girl Sunday

It all started at the football stadium. A friend of mine had three season tickets and usually he would invite two friends to join him for the game. So a couple of times a season I would get to go to a game.

On the seat next to me was a woman with a kid. I tried not to stare but I definitely checked her out. She was petite but shapely, with brown curly hair. Attractive face. I guessed she was a little over thirty.

She had an empty seat next to her but was also with the people behind them. Since my friend was talking to his other friend, I decided to make conversation.

“Does he get in for free?” I said.

“Not after the age of two,” she said. “It’s full price. And NFL seats are not cheap. Luckily I don’t actually pay, my brother has season tickets.”

The boy was staring at me, the stranger who was suddenly talking to his mother.

“What’s your name?” I said to the boy.

“Jenson.”

“And how old are you Jenson?”

“Four.”

I looked back up at her again.

“That’s a good age to have another one. Do you want one?”

“I do. But I’m getting divorced.”

I laughed. “Well, that’s not going to work. I got divorced fifteen years ago. Not fun. Is it amicable?”

“So far. Who knows if it will stay that way?”

“Mine wasn’t. It took forever. Eventually my ex-wife and I sat down in Starbucks for a couple of hours, sorted it all out, and then told our useless lawyers to put it into a legal document. What’s your name?”

“Edith.”

“I’m Eric. I won’t try and shake your hand since you seem to have your arms full of your son. How long were you married?”

“Four years.”

“Was it great in the beginning?”

She smiled. She had a cute smile. “It’s always great in the beginning. How long did yours last?”

“Twenty years. So do you want to remarry?”

She laughed. “I’ve no idea. Let’s get one marriage done first. But I’m not planning on giving up…”

She suddenly realized she was going to talk about sex to a complete stranger in a football stadium that she met ten minutes ago.

“Being celibate?”

“That’s probably a better way to put it. But I don’t really know you.”

“Would you like to know me?”

“I don’t know how that works. I need to know you, to know if I want to.”

“I’ll tell you a secret and then you tell me one.”

She looked doubtful. “OK.”

I wondered what to tell her. Then I had a good idea.

“Lean over,” I said. “It’s a secret. I don’t want to tell the whole stadium.”

She moved a little closer.

“I write erotic stories. I’m pretty good at it.”

“Really? Do you sell them? Is that your job?”

I laughed. “I wish. No, it’s just a hobby. I’ve made maybe a few hundred dollars.”

She laughed. “Don’t give up the day job. What do you do? What is the day job?”

“I’m a manager in a software company. So don’t out me. Nobody at my work knows my secret. What do you do?”

“I’m the finance person in an auto dealership.”

“The girl who tries to add hundreds of extra options to the vehicle.”

“No, that’s the salesmen. I try and get you a good finance deal and clean paperwork and get you out of there as fast as possible. The mistress of the printers.”

“So what’s your secret? You have to tell me one now.”

She thought for a moment. “I’m not sure I have one. At least not one like yours.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say you starred in a porn movie.”

She gasped. “You can be so direct. You’ll corrupt my son.”

“Like he can understand that.”

“No, I know. I was just sort of teasing you to overcome my embarrassment.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’ll let you off the hook. You don’t have to tell me a secret.”

“Now that’s not fair. I do what I promise. I just can’t think of anything. I don’t even have a story about stealing chocolates from department stores when I was fourteen or anything. I was a goody-goody growing up.”

“Well, tell me a little tiny irrelevant secret.”

“What sort of secret? What do you want to know?”

I thought for a second. “What color are your panties?”

I could tell when she paused she was wondering whether to answer. “It’ll certainly be the first time I tell a stranger.”

“It’s the first time I’ve told a stranger I write erotica.”

“True. I don’t know why it is so embarrassing though. I can feel myself blushing.”

“It’s a little bit intimate even though it is not really anything.”

She paused again. “OK. Blue.”

“Plain blue?”

“You want to know everything. Actually, blue with little yellow flowers on if you must know.”

“I must.”

“This is surprisingly…interesting. I said I was a goody-goody. I’ve certainly never done anything like this before. I mean with a stranger. In public.”

“You’ve had sex.”

She laughed. “Your favorite topic. Even if I didn’t have a four-year-old sitting on my lap I think you could guess that. But I didn’t do it when I was thirteen or anything. So it doesn’t really count as something naughty. This is the twenty-first century after all.”

“How old were you?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you asked me that. This is getting to be like something out of one of your stories.”

“Do you like reading stories like that?”

“I never used to. But they’ve got a lot more interesting now we’re getting divorced.”

“Because you aren’t getting any.”

She laughed. “Exactly.”

“Would you like to read some of mine?”

“You know, I would. You have me a little intrigued. Do you chat women up like this and sort of drop them into a real-life-story all the time?”

“Not at all. Very few people know I write erotic stories.”

I got out my phone. “Tell me your number and I’ll send you a few this evening after the game.”

She told me her number. I texted her my name so she had my contact information too.

“Do you want to go further?”

“How do you mean?” She laughed. “I’m not going to show you my panties, if that’s what you mean.”

“Wow. You can be direct too. No, that’s not what I meant. You feel you are in a story because I asked the color of your panties in public. And you told me.”

“I surprised even myself there.”

“So I wrote a story recently. A very minor plot point is that the main male character tells one of the women that she has to text him each evening to tell him the color of the panties she plans to wear next day, or maybe give a few choices and let him pick.”

“Oh gosh, this really is like being in a story. You’re going to ask me to do it, aren’t you? Like you’d control my panties. It’s intimate. I mean you know where panties go.”

I laughed. “Even I am not going to say any explicit words for what’s in your panties in public in football stadium.”

“I can stop at any time, right?”

“Yes. But at least say you’ll do it for a week. Don’t chicken out this evening.”

“Right. I’m going to exchange texts with you this evening and you are going to pick.”

“Yes.”

“This is insane. But there’s also a sense in which I love it. My life is not especially interesting, single mother with a four-year old, who works in an auto dealership. So I’ll do it. Text me around 9 tonight. I can’t believe what I just signed up for.”

“Your husband moved out already?”

“Yes.”

“So once you have got your son to bed, go to your panty drawer, pick a few choices and lay them out on the bed. I’ll make a pick.”

Her brother, sitting behind, leaned forward.

“What are you two talking about?”

“The game,” she said.

“The game is a blowout so let’s get going and beat the traffic.”

“OK,” she said, standing up and holding her son’s hand. She turned to me. “Well, it was nice meeting you.”

The four of them left. I turned the other way and started a conversation with my friend.

I sent her a handful of stories when I got home. Then, at 9pm, I texted.

“hi edith. you are still OK with this?”

“yes. it’s fun. erotic. safe”

“so what’s the choice”

“omg now i have to tell you”

“yes”

“black lacy briefs. white thong. red boy shorts. yellow plain cotton briefs”

“nice selection”

“i tried to give you a range. don’t forget i’m working tomorrow. i don’t like wearing thongs to work sitting all day but i’ll do it if you pick it”

“wow, you’ll do it for me. must be love”

“lol”

“the red boy shorts”

“k”

A pause and then she sent me another text.

“did you send me the story with the panties in?”

“i sent you a really long one called panties in which they have a starring role. but it’s not the one where the guy picked the panties. that’s just a couple of paragraphs in the middle of a different story”

“i’ll read that first. i need to go now. tired after a day at the game”

“night”

The day had turned out rather more interesting than I had expected.

Chapter 10: Stadium Girl Monday

I was bored at work just before lunch. I was about to text her. Then I thought I’d better send something discreet first.

“is it ok to text you at work?”

“no way. i have to give my phone to my manager and he reads them all”

“yeah right”

“just don’t deluge me. a lot of the time i have a customer in front of me”

“if i text you and you have a customer just say z. like k”

“k”

“i just wanted to say that i was thinking of your red panties”

“no z right now. this is more fun than i expected”

“good”

“i’ve had relationships obviously. i’ve never done anything like this”

“except masturbate”

“OMG i’m at work”

“sorry. it just slipped out”

“i’ll chat to you this evening. have anything you want to wear?”

“no. but now i’m going to be thinking of panties all afternoon lol”

“have a nice lunch”

“z”

That evening I found it was hard not to text her. I hoped she was feeling the same about waiting for me to text.

“hi red panty girl”

“actually i took a shower”

“so you put on new panties without my permission”

“no my lord, i wouldn’t do that lol”

“you don’t have any panties on?”

“nope”

“it’s bare”

“as the day i was born”

“except a lot hairier”

“except it isn’t. tmi”

“it’s never too much information to tell me details about it”

“lol ok”

“so you shave”

“i do”

“so what’s the choice tonight?”

“cream lace, pink with white polka dots, purple cotton bikini”

“i like the sound of the polka dots”

“k”

“so when did you last masturbate?”

“hey that’s beyond the rules. not panties”

“don’t i control what’s in them?”

“lol. for sure not”

“i want to extend the rules”

“gulp”

“will you do it?”

“i don’t understand”

“will you let me control what’s in them?”

“like how?”

“let’s start with masturbation. you have to text me for permission”

“OMG”

“does that mean yes or no?”

“you are serious?”

“yes”

“give me a moment to decide”

“do you use a vibrator?”

“you love to shock me by being so direct”

“i do. so do you?”

“sometimes”

“other times you use your fingers”

“yes”

“i will get to decide”

“you will decide what?”

“whether you use a toy or go au naturel”

“this is way beyond my panties”

“actually it’s in your panties”

“haha. technically. but usually i’m not wearing any”

“like now”

“yes”

“do you want permission right now?”

“i haven’t agreed to do it yet. but yes”

“ok. you can touch. but only with your fingers. no toy”

“lol yes master”

“are you wet?”

“where does this end?”

“i’ve no idea”

“’i’ve let a total stranger decide when i masturbate. what am i doing?”

“it’s erotic”

“you have no idea how excited you have made me”

“it’s just texting”

“haha. you have got to me, i admit”

“when’s your day off?”

“wednesday this week”

“let’s go shopping and i’ll buy you some new panties”

Chapter 11: Stadium Girl Tuesday

I was at work the next day. I was wondering whether I should text Edith at work when suddenly she texted me.

“i need permission”

“where are you?”

“restroom at work”

“you’re going to do it there?”

“yes. i told you that you’d got to me. i think about you a lot”

“and when you think about me you have to touch yourself?”

“don’t make me admit it”

“imagine your fingers are my tongue”

“omg don’t make it worse”

“you have permission”

“thx”

I thought of making her ask permission to cum but it’s too complicated to masturbate and text. I’d leave her alone, at least this time.

That evening I was about to call Edith to decide on the panties she would wear when we went shopping together. Again she texted me first.

“i need permission”

“lol. again?”

“right now. i just got jenson to bed”

“ok. you can even use a toy for fast relief. but you need to call me just before you finish”

“wtf?”

“i want to listen”

“my god. i can’t decide if that is hot or terrifying”

“i want you to do it”

“gulp. ok”

There was a long silence for five minutes and then suddenly my phone rang. I just answered and didn’t say anything. Instead, I just listened.

“ohh…ohh…ohhh…oh my god…oh…oh…yes…i’m close…yes…yes…oh yes.”

There’s something very intimate about listening to a woman cum like that, especially one that I’d barely met. Our relationship had almost entirely been by text message.

“ooh…ohh…ohh…yes, yes, yes.” Her voice built up to a crescendo.

“Nnghh,” she grunted. I was pretty sure she was starting to cum. Then there was a few seconds silence as if her whole body was frozen. Finally a long moan of pleasure, “aaaaaaahhh…aaaaahhh.”

I’d hoped she’d stay on the line and talk to me a little but she hung up the phone.

A few minutes later she texted, “that was fun”

“was it more intense? knowing i was listening”

“super intense. like i was doing it for you”

“you didn’t fake it did you?”

“haha. there must be some joke in there, about a girl who fakes orgasms even when she masturbates”

“so what’s the panty choice?”

“shit. haven’t even looked. what would you like me to wear and i’ll tell you if i have it”

“your smallest thong. remember you’ll be wearing it while shopping with me”

“the smallest one is pink. bright pink”

“perfect”

We made arrangements for meeting at the mall. She would drop Jenson off at her mother’s. It was weird enough going panty shopping with a stranger without having her four-year-old along too.

Chapter 12: Stadium Girl Wednesday

I picked her up at her house. It was a good sign that she trusted me enough to give me the address without thinking.

“Hi” she said as she walked up to me. “This is mad.”

“Do you like mad?” I said.

“I don’t know. But my body does.”

“How do you mean?”

“It won’t calm down. I’m constantly on fire. You have really got under my skin with all your texts.”

“You didn’t cheat did you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Do it without permission.”

She blushed. “Once. But it was 4am. I didn’t want to wake you.”

I drove us to the mall.

“Where shall we go?”

“How about Nordstroms?”

“OK.”

I took her hand. She glanced at me a little surprised but didn’t pull her hand away. The two of us strolled through the mall to the elevator and went up to Nordstroms.

“Does it feel OK me holding your hand?” I asked.

“It feels natural. Which is weird.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a guy I met a few days ago. Who chooses my panties for me. Who gives me permission for orgasms. This is totally not natural. Even my husband never came underwear shopping with me.”

“Did you masturbate when he was still around?”

She looked at me, clearly surprised at the intimacy of the question.

“Occasionally. Not so much, I got regular sex obviously.”

“Have you been on any dates since you separated?”

“No.” Then she laughed. “Unless you count this. I guess this is the first time I’ve been out with a man. And instead of going for a nice dinner, we go buy panties. You are a topsy-turvy person.”

“I’ll buy you lunch afterwards.”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“How do you mean?”

“Met someone for half an hour and then taken over her life.”

“Girls like someone to take over their life.”

“I didn’t want someone to tell me which panties to wear.”

“True. But you’re stuck with a four-year old for conversation. You did want someone to have adult conversation with.”

“I suppose a woman’s panties are adult conversation. Not that I’ve ever really talked about them before.”

“Are you wearing the pink thong?”

“You know I am.”

“Am I going to get to see it?”

She let go of my hand and pretended to push me away. “That would be ‘no’.” But she was laughing and I took hold of her hand again.

We went to the underwear section and browsed around. I found a little g-string just a few inches across.

She laughed. “I’m not wearing that.”

“It’s not like anyone is going to see it.”

“I may as well not bother to wear underwear.”

“Good idea. Maybe one day I won’t let you.”

“No way.”

“And I’ll make you wear a skirt.”

“You are such a perv.”

We ended up buying half a dozen pairs of panties in a variety of colors and materials. I paid for them all. My personal favorite was a pair of bright yellow silk boyshorts with a pattern of little black bees. Very pretty, although why any girl would want bees in her pants was a mystery.

“Shall I buy you lunch? Or do you want to go home?”

“I want to go home.” I noticed her face was a little flushed. She was aroused.

“You don’t want lunch?”

“I don’t think I could sit still that long.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need…how shall I put it?…I need permission.”

I laughed. “OK. I’ll take you home.”

When we got there I parked the car. She never invited me, and I didn’t ask. I just presumed to come into her house. As if she just noticed she suddenly said, “What are you doing here?”

“I want to see your new panties. The yellow ones.”

She got them out of the bag and showed them to me.

“No. I want to see them on you.”

“Wow. Let me think a moment. It’s another big step.”

“Put them on. Change in here, not in your bedroom.”

I could see her face was flushed pink. She thought about it for a full 30 seconds while neither of us said anything. Then, as if she’d made her mind up, she undid her pants and slipped them off. She was wearing the pink thong that I’d selected, of course. She took another deep breath and slipped her thong over her hips and it fell to the floor. She didn’t turn away from me in any gesture of modesty so I got to see her slit for the first time. Shaved as I already knew. Then she pulled the yellow boy shorts on. She took a couple of paces towards me and stood in front of me. I made no secret of inspecting where the yellow bee-clad silk encased her pussy.

“You have lovely legs,” I said.

“Like you are looking at my legs,” she said with a smile. “I don’t think so.”

“You are making me hard.”

“Oh gosh. I so want…”

“What do you want?”

“You know.”

“Say it.”

“I…can’t. I’m a good girl.”

“Do you think about it? When I…give you permission?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What do you think about?”

“It…your cock.”

“And what do you imagine doing to it.”

“Please don’t do this to me. Make me tell you my private secrets.”

“OK. So what do you want right now?”

“I so want to suck it.”

“Only naked girls get to suck me.” I have no idea where that came from, it wasn’t even true.

It was as if I’d thrown a switch. She pushed the yellow panties down, tore her top off over her head, unclasped her bra, and stood there breathing heavily, totally naked. As if she couldn’t resist, one of her hands crept to her pussy and she started to rub herself. Sometimes when a woman has a baby her breasts never fully recover, but hers looked nice and firm with little crimson nipples. Rock hard of course.

I stood up. She knelt down in front of me and undid my pants. A few seconds later my cock was in her mouth. She looked up at me. I hadn’t noticed before but she had blue eyes. She stared into my eyes as she started to fuck me with her mouth. After the several days of buildup I knew I wouldn’t last a long time. I put my hand on her head and guided her encouragingly.

I felt my orgasm building up inside me and then the dam burst. I blasted into the back of her mouth. She felt my cock twitch, tasted my cum, and continued to use her mouth and her tongue to milk me dry.

“You have my permission,” I said.

She looked at me disappointed. “You aren’t going to get me off?”

“Next time. A girl has to have something to look forward to.”

She stood up and sat down on the sofa. She spread her legs and unashamedly started to masturbate. She was so excited she was almost there before she started.

“Oh…yes…yes…wow,” she started to moan, a sound I’d already heard the previous day when she’d cum for me on the phone. “You should be doing this for me you bastard…yes…yes.” Then the familiar grunts when she actually came. “Ngh…ngh…ngh…oooohhhh.” The sounds of ecstasy died away as her fingers slowed down until finally she moved her hand away. I got to see her exposed pussy for the first time, glistening pink lips like a sea-anemone or something.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Shit…I need to go and get Jenson.” She pulled her clothes back on.

“When can I see you again?”

“When are you available?”

“I’m off on Friday morning.”

“Friday morning then.”

“I don’t know that I can wait that long. But I’m working tomorrow. And you can’t come in the evening when Jenson is with me. I’ll take him to day care on Friday. Come over at 9 in the morning.”

She rushed out of the house to her garage saying, “Just pull the door closed behind you.”

Chapter 13: Stadium Girl Thursday

Thursday was the day of waiting. We hadn’t explicitly discussed it but we both knew that Friday morning was when we would first have sex.

It was only 9.30 in the morning when she first asked.

“i need permission. now”

“it’s going to be a long day”

“i’m shaking. i have to relieve it”

“k”

Later that morning she was back.

“permission?”

“what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“don’t make me say. everything.”

“i want you to say it”

“i want it inside me. is that enough?”

“you want me to fuck you?”

“so much. you cannot imagine”

“have you felt like this before”

“never so intensely. i can’t work because my brain is taken over by you”

“i said you needed something to look forward to”

“you are evil. i was so ready yesterday”

“you are ready now”

“totes”

“can you be sick at 3pm?”

“what do you mean?”

“have a migraine or something. leave at 3. i’ll meet you at your home”

“brilliant. i’ll be there”

Due to traffic I was a few minutes late. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door in a bathrobe. I was pretty sure she was naked underneath. She’d have opened the door naked if it wasn’t too risky, might not be me, might be seen by a neighbor.

I put my arms around her and we kissed. It had been such a journey from the football stadium where I had first flirted with her just a few days previously. Her son was still at daycare. We would have an hour or two.

I pushed her robe off. As I guessed, she was naked underneath. I’d seen her naked before that one time but now I got to take my time. She was petite but had nice sized breasts. Her pussy was fleshy and shaved. A slit that was really prominent but hid everything. A grown-up little girl slit.

“I want to see it,” I said.

“Let’s go to my bed.”

She took my hand and guided me down the corridor. She lay on the bed naked, waiting for me to undress. Sometimes when you first have sex with a girl you are not sure if she wants it. This time her desire was total. She couldn’t wait for the first time my cock slid inside.

After I undressed I moved up the bed. She spread her legs wide, the ultimate offer a woman can make. Her pussy was all swollen and excited, I could tell. I put the head of my cock in the middle of her pink lips and pushed forward gently. She was wet and ready and my cock slid inside without any resistance.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “That feels so good. When you talked to me at the stadium I would never have guessed how much I’d want it. I don’t know you. You’re too much older than me. I’ve not even been on a date with you. But it feels so perfect.”

I did my best to make it feel like I was making love to her. Even though I was fucking her. I knew she wanted that. She wasn’t the kind of girl who fucked guy a few days after she met him. It was probably the first time in her life she had opened her legs for someone she didn’t already know well.

I stroked her breasts, her cunt was like a warm wet glove. And after the previous days of texting it felt like the culmination of our relationship. From the stranger in the stadium to the woman spreading her legs for me, the most intimate thing a woman can do. Even she can’t see down there.

It was exciting. I can’t deny it. I wouldn’t last long. Even more amazing, she was a stranger I met just few days before. Women with children do not do this sort of thing.

I entered her and started to fuck her. She was moaning with pleasure. Unable to think. Brain fogged. She was insanely excited. I knew she used to be married but somehow I knew she had never been like this. Never been so on fire. I could tell she was close to cumming already.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “I want you so much.”

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. “Cum for me,” I whispered in her ear.

“I want to so much.”

“You can do it. I’m going to count down from ten and you will cum for me.”

“I’ll try. I don’t know if I can cum to order like that.”

“Let’s see. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six.”

As I counted down I continued to fuck her and kiss her and caress her.

“Five, four, three, two, one.”

“Zero,” I said. I lowered my head, took one of her nipples into my mouth and bit down on it. Hard.

She shrieked in surprise but it also took her over the top.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

I could feel her orgasm in her cunt around my cock. She flooded with juice and her body shook with passion.

“Oh god, oh god, I love you. Don’t stop. Perfect. Yes.”

Her hips thrust up underneath me, driving my cock deeply into her body. Then she went limp on the bed, her eyes closed, almost as if she had passed out. I think the orgasm was more than she could take.

I slowed down completely, just moving enough inside her to keep myself hard, while she recovered. Finally she opened her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top. She sat up and started to move her hips back and forth, gradually getting faster and faster. I felt my orgasm approach.

“I’m nearly there,” I said. She squeezed my cock with her cunt and it felt so wonderful that I came on the spot.

“Cum inside me,” she said. “Fill me up.”

I blasted cum deep into her body as she continued to ride me hard. Finally, I was drained and she lay down on me, pressing her breasts against my chest.

“I can’t believe what you have done to me,” she said. “I’m never like this. I’m a seventeenth date kind of girl. And I never have orgasms just from penetration.” She laughed. “You have found some new switches in my brain and my body.”

“What do you want to happen next?”

“I so want you to be my boyfriend. Will you do it?”

“Yes. But I have other girlfriends too. Is that OK?”

“I guess it’ll have to be. Do I get to have other boyfriends?”

“I don’t think you want to do that.”

“Nope. I don’t. I want as much of you as I can get though.”

“Who knew asking you the color of your panties would turn out to be such a wild ride?”

“I need to go and get Jenson from daycare soon.”

“Do you want me to stay the night?”

“Will you? I want it so much. Even though Jenson will wonder why you are still here at breakfast.”

“I can hide out in your room and leave later. So he won’t know I spent the night.”

“You are such a considerate lover. You are going to be hard to give up.”

“Who says you need to give me up?”

“You are not the type to settle down with me. I’ll need to find a real boyfriend one day.”

“In the meantime you can run wild.”

“I’m totes loving it.”

Chapter 14: Thursday (again)

I was still in bed. It was early.

“want to meet for coffee?” I texted Rebecca.

Having lost track of her for nearly ten years it was fun to have her back again when her husband found my phone number tattooed just above her slit and called me.

“yes” she replied.

We arranged a time and a coffee shop near her house. I got there and was already at a table with a coffee when she walked in the door. She was wearing very tight jeans, high heels and a tight top. You could sense everyone in the coffee shop checking her out while pretending not to. I got up and kissed her chastely on the cheek. This was not the occasion to make her submit to something degrading. I bought her a coffee and we sat down. I’d picked a table where nobody else was nearby so we could talk.

“I was surprised in some ways that it took ten years before anyone called me. Or maybe you grew your pubes again when you moved back east.”

She laughed. “Actually I didn’t. It was always fun when I had a new lover. He would be so predictable. The first time he got my panties off he would notice your phone number. But he wouldn’t say anything, not want to risk that if he made a fuss about it, I might not fuck him. Then after we’d fucked, we’d be kissing and cuddling and he’d ask whose number it was. I’d tell him he had to dial it if he wanted to find out. He’d never dare.”

I laughed. “I half expected a call like that. That was why we did my number not my name.”

“I even tried lowering the bar and telling them to text it. It’s a lot less intimidating than calling a strange number that you just discovered on your girlfriend’s mound. They wouldn’t even do that.”

“Did it ever cause problems?”

“No. To be honest, I loved it. That you owned me even though I was fucking him. I know they hated it being there if we got into a real relationship, which made me love it even more. Even though we’d lost touch, I never thought of my pussy as anything but owned by you. Boyfriends just got to use it.”

“So how come your husband didn’t find out before?”

“When I decided it was time to settle down and find a husband, I also decided to grow my hair back. I didn’t think having another man’s number tattooed right by my pussy was going to increase my marriage chances.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Just over four years.”

“Are you ready for an adventure?”

“Gosh. Those were the first words you said to me all those years ago. I can still remember texting back that I was ready, and then wondering what the hell I’d done.”

“You don’t regret it, do you?”

“Not in the slightest. You changed my life for the better.”

“Do you want me to continue to deliver?”

“I’d rather not answer that. Being a married woman. Do you still see Cameron?”

“Yes. Not as often as when we were that little threesome that practically lived in your bedroom a couple of days a month.”

“Are you going to send me to her husband John again?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. I’ll do it, of course. It feels so good to be back. I missed it. Even before I got married, just dating. Normal sex is pretty vanilla after what I’d experienced with you.”

“And now you’re married?”

“I’ve been faithful. Well, until you showed up and did me in front of him. I adore married sex, it’s so loving and comfortable. But it’s also like having oatmeal for breakfast every day. Very healthy. But sometimes you want a bloody Mary and eggs Benedict.”

“Nice analogy. I shouldn’t have cum in you the other night.”

“No. It was foolish. But I wanted it as much as you. It was a perfect moment of depravity, especially in front of my husband. I had my period, by the way. But don’t squirt in there again.” She laughed. “I’ve got a perfectly serviceable mouth and ass you can blast into as much as you like. Or spray all over my body or my face. You know how I love to feel used.”

“How was it with Raphael after I left?”

“He was stunned. I hadn’t told him you were coming. You arrived. I introduced you. You made me show you my pussy, impregnated me and left. You were only there about five minutes. I don’t think he believed his eyes. I took him to bed and it felt normal. I don’t think it’s created any crisis.”

“Has he done you anally?”

She laughed. “No. That’s doesn’t seem very wife-like. He has no idea how wild I’ve been. Well, he’s not stupid. After the other night, I bet he’s got a pretty good idea. But he’s not tried to get me to confess yet. Let’s face it, you don’t get a phone-number tattooed inside your panties without there being some sort of a story.”

“You’ll confess if I tell you to. You’ll tell him everything.”

“Of course. You own me.”

“And you’ll take him in the ass if I tell you.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to go and make love?”

She laughed. “You never say ‘make love’. You always say ‘fuck’ or ‘give me your cunt’ or something like that.”

“I’m in the mood. It’s been ten years. You’re back.”

“Wow. Where shall we go?”

“The marital bed.”

“Really? I suppose. Somehow the idea of doing it there is simultaneously more romantic and more immoral.”

We left the coffee shop and went to her house.

“I want a shower first,” she said. “I want to feel totally clean for you. Do you want to join me?”

The two of us took off our clothes and slipped under the hot water. I took a washcloth and some soap and washed her body.

“You’re in a soppy mood today,” she said. “You’ve never done that before.”

“You don’t like it.”

She punched me gently. “You know that is not what I meant. That I love it.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I want you to towel me dry, lie me on my bed, spread my legs, and lick me in the wonderful way that I know you can.”

“And then?”

“I’ll suck you if you want. But what I really want is for you to enter me and gently make love to me holding me in your arms.”

We got out of the shower. I picked up one of the towels and dried her. Then I dried myself. The two of us walked through to the bedroom. She moved onto the bed and I lay beside her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed, our tongues languorously dancing like a slow waltz.

“I love you so much,” Rebecca said. “And I love my husband dearly. I’m not sure how it’s all going to work…especially once I have kids.”

“You’ll have to guide me a little. I want you to have a wonderful marriage and a great family. But also let you go wild from time to time.”

“You really understand women, the lust to do slutty things at the same time as wanting to be the perfect wife.”

I moved down her body and she spread her legs. I couldn’t avoid seeing my phone number neatly tattooed just above where the divide of her pussy began. I lowered my head and my tongue found her clit.

“Oh yes…just there. Oh you know my body better than him even after a decade…yes, perfect.”

I started to circle her clit with my tongue, she continued to moan in encouragement. I let a finger trawl between her lips to her opening and slowly pushed it into the warm wetness of her vagina.

“Oh your finger feels so good…move it a little more…yeah, like that.”

I started to finger-fuck her, not hard and rough but gently and lovingly. I pulled it out, coated with her juice, and moved it to the rough pucker of her asshole. I pushed lightly but firmly and my finger slipped into the tight hole.

“Oh it’s been so long since anyone went in there,” she sighed, as she felt my finger penetrate.

As I continued to lick her clit I started to slowly fuck her ass, long slow strokes, pushing my finger in deeper and deeper as I sensed her arousal build. I looked up, she was starting to stroke her nipples.

“I’m nearly there…don’t stop…yes…oh I’m cu…ngh…ngh…I’m cu…ngh…yes…oh keep going…more…a bit more.”

I felt the pulsing of her orgasm as her body flooded with pleasure. And love. I knew how she would be feeling. I very lightly tongued her clit as she came back down, knowing how sensitive she got there after she came.

I moved between her legs. She held my cock and positioned it in her entrance.

“Make love to me,” she said.

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“No. It’s nowhere near the right day. But don’t cum in me even so.”

I pushed forward. She was so wet after her orgasm that her body didn’t put up the slightest resistance and I slipped into the familiar warmth of her body. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed as I started to move inside her. Even though I’d fucked her the other night in front of her husband, this felt like the return to her after ten years.

“Mmm, this is so perfect,” she sighed as I slowly fucked…no, made love to her.

We gradually sped up as we both got more aroused. We were both sighing with pleasure. Finally I got close. I pulled out of her and moved up the bed. She opened her mouth without me needing to tell her anything. The feel of her tongue, despite the ten-year gap, felt completely familiar. Sometimes I would fuck her mouth hard, forcing my cock into the back of her throat, but today was a day to just let her finish me and feel my cock jerking between her lips as she tasted the saltiness of my cum.

“I’m cumming,” I said. It was probably unnecessary, she had seen me cum so many times she could probably tell to the second. She swirled her tongue around my knob as I spurted jet after jet into her mouth. She swallowed it and I moved so that we were back in each others arms.

“How was it?”

“Perfect. When you came it felt like you were shooting undiluted love into my mouth.”

“Next time we’ll be rough and dirty. Being owned rather than made love to.”

She laughed. “Like I won’t love it. I can’t wait. I’m so glad you’re back. Do you have any new girls?”

“I have one. But she’s not quite ready yet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Edith.”

“You’ve fucked her?”

“Not even that. She sucked me yesterday. But then I made her get herself off while I watched. So she feels more owned.”

Suddenly my phone beeped.

“permission?” it said. Rebecca glanced at the message.

“It’s Edith. What does that mean?”

“She’s in the restroom at work. She wants permission to masturbate.”

I passed Rebecca the phone. “Ask her what she wants tomorrow.”

“OK,” she said. “what do you want to do tomorrow?” she texted.

“don’t make me say. everything.”

“i want you to say it,” Rebecca replied without consulting me. “It’s kind of fun being a guy,” she said to me.

“i want it inside me. is that enough?”

“you want me to fuck you?” Rebecca texted. “Being a man is hot,” she said to me.

“you cannot imagine”

“have you felt like this before?” she typed.

“never so intensely. you’ve taken over my brain”

I took the phone off Rebecca and arranged to meet Edith later that afternoon. She was ready. Ripe. Needed to be fucked.

“What are you doing tomorrow morning?” I asked her.

“Nothing I can’t get out of.”

“I might send you to her. Or rather bring you since I’ll be there.”

“Oh wow. You are going to let me help break in a new girl?”

“You helped break in Cameron.”

“Yes. But you were breaking me in too. That wasn’t like this would be. I know what is going to happen and she doesn’t. I had no idea with Cameron. Licking a pussy for the first time. The caning. Strip clubs. Sending me to other men. I thought you wanted a one-night-stand and it turned out you wanted everything. And I willingly gave it to you. I even let you tattoo your number on my pussy.”

“Maybe we should tattoo your number on her pussy.”

“Oh gosh. Like I would own her. Forever.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve not even met her.”

“And since I own you, then you’d have to send her to me when I tell you to.”

She laughed. “You get the best of both worlds. But it’s a big responsibility. To control another girl’s sex life.”

“Yes. You would control when she masturbates, who she dates, whether she fucks them, who she marries…when she comes to me.”

“You control when married women fuck their husbands?”

“No. That’s just too impractical. Like with you. I just control who else they fuck.”

“Oh my god. It’s so extreme. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“You’ll do it if I tell you.”

“I’ll do anything if you tell me. You know that.”

“But you have to keep her safe too. Like I do with you.”

“How do you mean?”

“You can’t tell her to go to work naked or something silly. Plus she has a four-year-old kid. So you have to make sure he is not around when you let her run wild. You have to keep him safe too.”

“This is such a deep responsibility.”

“I’ll give her to you tomorrow. Wait for my texts.”

“Oh my god. It was special with you before, when I let you put your number on my pussy. I never knew there was another level. Putting my number on another woman’s pussy.”

“I want to have her anally before I hand her over to you though.”

Rebecca laughed. “Why before? She’ll take you in the ass any time I tell her.”

I laughed. “True. I hope you tell her from time to time.”

“Just let me when you want it. When you get bored with mine.”

I met Edith at her house having persuaded her to leave work early. We had sex for the first time. Then she went to get Jenson. She wanted me to stay the night and I agreed so it was a bit odd during dinner. It was in one sense childish and innocent. But there was also a strong undercurrent of acute sexuality, that once Jenson was asleep, the clothes would come off and we would be exploring each other’s bodies.

We went to her bed and had sex, of course. Nothing special. Like she was truly my girlfriend. I licked her and made her cum, then rolled her onto her back and entered her as if we had done it hundreds of times before, rather than just once. The next day would be the time for more theatrics, to “break her in” as Rebecca called it.

Chapter 15: Friday

In the morning I hid out in her bedroom so Jenson didn’t know I had spent the night. She got his breakfast ready and then took him to day care. In the meantime I texted Rebecca and let her in and she lay down on Jenson’s bed to await her instructions. Edith came back and simply stripped herself out of her street clothes and joined me on her bed naked.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her so tight she could not go anywhere if she tried.

“Rebecca,” I called.

She walked into Edith’s bedroom completely naked. Edith gasped.

“Oh my god. What are you doing? Who is she? She’s gorgeous.”

Rebecca got onto the bed and came close. Edith suddenly saw the tattoo. She reached out and ran her fingers over my number as if she expected to be able to feel anything more than smooth skin. Still, I was pretty sure it was the first time she’d touched another woman anywhere close to that intimately. Inches from her pussy.

“It’s your number,” she said as if in a daze.

“Yes. I own her.”

She turned to Rebecca. “But you’re wearing a ring. You’re married.”

“My husband just borrows my body. He owns it.”

“Oh god. This is like a movie. Not real life.”

I noticed a pen on the night-stand. I picked it up and wrote a phone number just above Edith’s slit. It wasn’t a real tattoo, of course, but it looked close enough. I didn’t make a fuss about it, but I put Rebecca’s number, not mine. Since it was upside down for her, Edith didn’t notice.

“Wow. That looks so…extreme and intimate at the same time, is that possible? I simultaneously want to do it, a real tattoo I mean, and I also know it’s idiotic since I’ll have to live with it for life. If I remarry…shit, even if I have another baby it’s going to be out there in the delivery room.”

I laughed. “Maybe they’ll call. A vagina with your number just gave birth to a healthy baby girl.”

“Have you ever licked a girl?” Rebecca suddenly said.

“I’ve never even seen a girl naked up close.”

“It doesn’t get any closer than this.”

Rebecca straddled Edith’s face and lowered her pussy onto her mouth.

“Push your tongue in,” Rebecca said. “Yes, like that. Just keep moving it around. Wonderful. Now see if you can find my clit. You know where yours is. Mine’s in the same place.”

It is always fun to watch a straight girl lick her first pussy. In one sense she is clueless. She has never done it before. It is against all her upbringing, she is not a lesbian an all that. But she has a pussy of her own so she is a lot less clueless than a man trying to find his way around down there the first time.

“Oh yes, just there, that’s my clit,” Rebecca moaned. “Now start to lick it with a rhythm. Not too hard. Just like that. Keep going. I’ll cum in no time. Oh yes, you are going to do it. I’m close. Don’t stop. Nnggh.”

Rebecca’s hips jerked over Edith’s mouth as if she couldn’t control her body, which was probably true. Edith did her best to keep her tongue in Rebecca’s shaking pussy as her body flooded with arousal. I could see Rebecca’s juices glistening all over Edith’s mouth.

“Oh yes. Amazing. You did it. You made me cum. Oh my god it’s going on and on.”

Rebecca finally calmed down enough to move off Edith’s face. I rolled Edith onto her front. I was rock hard and I wanted her ass.

“Get her ready,” I said to Rebecca. I spread Edith’s ass cheeks wide and exposed the little brown starburst of her asshole. Rebecca bent down and started to lick her there.

“O fuck, that is so weird,” Edith said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because nobody has ever been back there before. Plus she’s a girl. A girl I don’t even know. Who’s intimidatingly beautiful. I’ve got a hot strange girl’s tongue in my asshole.”

“Just shut your eyes and concentrate on the feeling. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“I suppose it does feel good if I don’t think about it too much.”

“It’ll feel good when my cock is in there too.”

“Oh gosh, I’ve never done this. Always said no.”

“You don’t get to say no to me.”

“I know. Whatever you ask for I have to give. First it was my panties. Then my orgasms. Now everything. My life.”

I walked across the room and found some moisturizer. That would do as a lubricant. Rebecca held out her hand and I squirted some onto her fingers. Edith grunted in surprise when Rebecca pushed a finger into her asshole. She moved her finger in and out spreading the moisturizer everywhere. Then she took a second finger and pushed. Edith groaned as her asshole distended a little more.

I put some moisturizer on my cock and smeared it, especially around my cockhead. I moved onto the bed. Rebecca pulled her fingers out of Edith and grabbed my cock. She positioned it right in the center of her asshole. I pushed forward, not really hard but firmly.

Edith squealed, whether from surprise or pain I wasn’t sure. I thrust forward a little more and my pink cockhead vanished into her virgin ass. If it was a little painful I didn’t care. This was about my pleasure more than hers. Rebecca moved back and pushed one of her moisturized fingers into my ass. With her other hand she caressed my balls. I gradually worked myself completely into Edith as Rebecca got first one, and then two, fingers deep into my ass.

I started to thrust back and forth, moving my cock in and out of Edith’s ass. At the same time, Rebecca was finger-fucking my asshole. Edith was very tight, assholes just are tighter than cunts. Plus it was her first time so she hadn’t a clue how to relax a little. However, judging from her moans the pleasure was more than any pain. She was letting out a little grunt each time I thrust into her ass.

“I’m going to cum in your ass,” I said.

I slumped down on top of her my cock totally buried in her body. I didn’t move. Rebecca’s finger massaged me inside and we lay there almost motionless as Rebecca made me pump myself empty into Edith’s rectum. Finally we lay still. Edith on the bottom, me with my softening cock in her ass, Rebecca on top with her breasts pressed onto my back, her finger now motionless, still in my ass. It was one of those moments that only happen a few times in your life. We unwound our bodies and lay on the bed.

“Who are you?” Edith said to Rebecca.

“One of his girls.”

“Yes, but how did you meet?”

“He came for an appointment with my boss. She’s a podiatrist. Foot and ankle doctor.”

“I suppose I just met him casually at a football game. What happened with you?”

“He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no. He said I needed one. A tough one. To text him if I was up for an adventure. It took a lot of nerve but I did it.”

“Wow. Such a little thing. And then your whole life changed.”

“Yes. Now it’s your turn.”

“What’s going to happen next?”

“You’re going to fuck my husband.”

“Really? Don’t you want him to be…you know…faithful?”

“Well, I don’t want him to cheat, without my knowing. But I also want to watch him fuck you.”

“Gosh. It’s like I’m an agent being sent on a mission.”

“Exactly. I’ll be there too the first time. But I may send you on your own one day. Send you as a treat. A lot better than a box of chocolates.”

“Do you get sent places?”

“Yes. Especially to my ex-boss’s husband. He likes fucking me.”

“Why?”

“Because I let him do my ass.”

“I made Cameron give me her ass exclusively,” I said. “Not even her husband is allowed in there. In fact my phone number is tattooed just beside the hole.”

“Wow. Being owned really means it.”

“Yes. Are you ready?”

“How would I know? I’ve never done anything like this in my life before.”

“It’s intense,” Rebecca said. “Absolute. Forever. But the most amazing thing I ever did.”

“I need time to think,” Edith said.

“Commit,” Rebecca said. “I promise you that you won’t regret it.”

It was that evening when we showed up at Rebecca’s house. Jenson was with his grandmother. Rebecca was home with her husband Raphael and although she knew we were coming, he had no idea. I rang the doorbell. Rebecca let us in.

She moved behind her husband and started to undo his shirt.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“I’ve been a bad girl,” Rebecca said. “You don’t know how bad. One day I’ll tell you. But I’ve brought you a present so you don’t feel too bad.”

By then Rebecca had her husband’s pants down around his ankles. She grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock,” she said as he hardened between her fingers. “I want to see it in her. In her mouth. In her pussy. Then her ass. Maybe not all today. I’ll send her to you again.”

Rebecca turned towards Edith. “I want you undressed,” she said.

Edith barely hesitated and in a few seconds her clothes were in a heap on the floor. She stood there, totally naked, breathing heavily. Somehow Rebecca’s phone number roughly written in ball-point pen over Edith’s slit was alarmingly obvious.

“She’s got a number too,” Raphael said as her panties fell to the floor.

“Yes. Mine. I own her.” She looked at Edith. “I want to see my husband’s gorgeous cock in your mouth.”

A moment later Edith was on her knees. Rebecca kept her hand on her husband’s cock, gently stroking it, as Edith wrapped her mouth around the big pink knob. Raphael let out a long groan of pleasure. Presumably it was the first time since he was married, since he first started dating Rebecca even, that he’d touched another girl.

“All yours,” Rebecca said as she removed her hand. Edith wrapped her own hand around the shaft and started to stroke him as she worked over his knob with her lips and tongue.

Rebecca slipped out of her clothes. She gave a little nod to me so I undressed too. She was in charge that night. She owned Edith. She was married to Raphael. And I owned her. But that night, I would do whatever she wanted to.

Rebecca maneuvered me into position alongside her husband and then she knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. So there were us two men with the two women alongside each other sucking us. There is something very special about being sucked by a woman in front of her husband. Even more special than penetration, where taking a woman in front of her husband can be a bit rapey. Whereas sucking is a completely voluntary act, a gift given rather than received. The more enthusiastic the better, of course, since it can be shocking for a husband to see his supposedly innocent wife passionately suck off another man.

“I’d forgotten how good you were,” I said, as Rebecca’s head bobbed back and forth on my cock. “I won’t last more than a minute.”

She took her mouth off my cock. “Cum for me. In exactly a minute.”

I laughed. I don’t have that much control. But it can’t have been that far off either. A little later I felt my cum welling up inside like it does, then I felt the first strong blast down the length of my cock into the back of her throat. She made a sort of humming noise of approval on my cock when she felt it twitching, and tasted me in her mouth.

“You are not to cum in her mouth,” Rebecca said loudly to her husband. He looked at her a little shocked, presumably he was getting close. “I want you to cum in her pussy.”

“Lie on the sofa. Give it to him,” Rebecca said to Edith.

Edith got up and lay back on the sofa with her legs spread. Raphael moved between her outspread thighs. Rebecca grabbed her husband’s cock and guided it into her new possession’s vagina.

“That’s so hot to see,” she said.

“I’d never let my ex-husband fuck someone else,” Edith moaned.

“Why? It’s fine if you’re there. No jealousy or stuff.”

“I didn’t have this kind of life then.”

“You do now. You’ll fuck who I tell you to.”

“I know. I can’t believe how much my life has changed in a week. I mean, here I am talking to a woman while her husband’s cock is in me. There are so many things wrong with that situation. But it feels natural. As if it is the sort of thing I’ve done all my life.”

“Your life has changed. You have my number on your mound. Only ballpoint pen for now. Next week we’ll tattoo it there. Going forward, every guy you fuck will see it.”

“Oh gosh, this is…aahh, ahhh, I’m getting close…hard to talk.”

“I’ll talk to you again after your orgasm,” Rebecca said.

Edith closed her eyes and then her body went rigid for a second. Then she spasmed a couple of times and let out a low growl like some sort of wild animal. Eventually she opened her eyes again.

“That looked good,” Rebecca said.

“It was,” Edith said. “I’ve not had many recently.”

“You don’t masturbate?”

“I mean apart from that. They’re never so good.”

“True. The best are the unexpected ones. A new lover. A surprise one-night-stand.” She laughed and looked at me. “A guy who shows up at the office and says you can’t wear panties the next day. And then comes by to check. And then makes her boss lick her.” She put her hand on her husband’s back. “Are you close?”

“Getting there,” he said.

“You can cum in her. When was the last time you came in a girl, apart from me?”

“Five years…maybe more…ngggh…I’m cumming.”

“Squeeze him,” Rebecca said to Edith. “Empty him. Every last drop. Suck my husband dry.”

Rebecca got up and got a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. We sat around, all still naked, somewhat incongruously drinking Chardonnay. Nobody knew what would happen next but it felt like the start of a new adventure.

Chapter 16: The Podiatrist and Stadium Girl

I was at Rebecca’s house with her. Her husband Raphael was at work. It had been quite a hectic time, with Rebecca, Cameron’s old receptionist reappearing in my life after ten year, and Edith, a girl I chatted up at the football stadium, entering it for the first time. I had decided to give Edith to Rebecca. That week, just as I had done to Rebecca a decade before, we’d get her phone number tattooed just above Edith’s slit right by her pussy. I idly wondered if and when any of Edith’s lovers might call Rebecca.

“You’re doing well as a first-time owner,” I said to Rebecca. “You’ve already made Edith lick you, her first girl. You made her give me her ass for her first time. And then you sent her to your husband and made her suck him and fuck him. Are you having fun?”

“I’m loving it. But you’re going to make me cane her or something, aren’t you?”

“Of course. You know I like all my girls to learn how to take a little of the dark side, not just have pure enjoyment. Somehow it makes the enjoyment more intense anyway.”

“I couldn’t believe how painful it was the first time you caned me. As you said at the time, nothing prepares you for the intensity of that first stroke. But gradually I have acquired a taste for it. Even though it still hurts badly, my body seems to love it. I never seemed to have such big orgasms as when you fucked me right after a caning. Of course it’s been a long time since you caned me. Nearly ten years.”

I opened my computer bag and got out a length of electrical cable.

“What’s that?” Rebecca said.

“Cable is the new cane. A lot more portable. Just as painful. I’m going to use it on you to show you how to use it. Then I’ll give it to you for Edith. You can put it in your purse. Bend over that sofa and slip your pants and panties down. Besides, after ten years you’re due for a fresh whipping. Plus, you are due a punishment.”

“A punishment? What did I do wrong?”

“You married without asking my permission.

“You never told me I couldn’t have boyfriends without asking you first. Plus I’d lost your number.”

I laughed. “It’s tattooed on your pussy.”

“I know. But I couldn’t read it through my pubes and I didn’t want my boyfriend to see it or he would never become my fiancé.”

“But actually you’re right. I’m much stricter about my girls asking permission for sex now. Even masturbation sometimes.”

“Do I need permission to fuck my husband?”

“No. You can have him whenever you want. But you need to ask for permission if you fuck anyone else.”

“Of course. But the only reason I’d fuck anyone else is if you send me to him. Or her. Apart from that I’m faithful.”

“You can have Edith whenever you want to. You own her, not me. Ready for your punishment?”

“I don’t think you can ever truly be ready for a caning.”

The cable was not rigid like a cane so a little harder to control. But it made a satisfying whoosh through the air and a terrifying thwack when it contacted Rebecca’s ass. A bright red wheal appeared. “Shit! I’d forgotten how extreme the pain is,” she sobbed.

“When you whip her, don’t do it too quickly,” I said. “You need to let the pain build up and start to go back down before you add the next stroke.”

I gave her five strokes. The sixth would be the last.

“Try and make the last stroke lower down. Close to her pussy. As you know a girl bent over like that feels her pussy is very vulnerable.”

“Fuck yes. It feels like it is sticking out between my legs and the cable is going to get to it. I suppose it can’t, but it doesn’t feel that way.”

“Ready?”

“Get it over with.”

I raised the cable high and brought it down hard at just the point her ass cheeks joined her thighs. My aim was perfect. Rebecca screamed and a new red line appeared.

The pale skin of her ass was crossed with a mesh of angry red stripes. She had tears running down her face. But her body was also shaking with arousal. I undid my pants. My cock was rock hard. I roughly pushed it into her quivering entrance. She was dripping wet as always after being caned, it was almost as if she sucked me in. I thrust a couple of times and she orgasmed immediately, her whole body shaking like she was having some sort of fit. Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock as her orgasm consumed her totally. As she had just said, her strongest orgasms came after a caning. I don’t recall ever seeing her have a more powerful one.

“When you cane Edith,” I said as I thrust harder and faster into Rebecca, “afterwards you should kiss her and finger her and get her off. Or you could use a strap-on I suppose. Make sure she gets to cum immediately afterwards. Like you just did. She will love being owned by you if you do that for her.”

“That orgasm was amazing. It was like my body was filled with love for you.”

“I never last long after giving a caning either. It feels bad that it turns me on to hear a girl scream and sob but…well, it does.”

“Yes, cum in me. It feels so loving after the pain. Even though I’m off the pill.”

I thrust a few more times and I felt the first jet of warm cum fire into her cunt. I stroked my cock back and forth in the warm wetness of her pussy as a gradually emptied into her.

“Oh yes,” she sighed as she felt the change inside her. “I should’ve made you pull out but…it was so perfect, I couldn’t. The risk made it even more loving.”

“Maybe you should make Edith go off birth control and have my baby.”

“Oh my god, that’s so immoral. It would also be the ultimate in control over her life. Maybe eventually, but let’s have more fun with her first. First I’m going to tattoo her. Then I’m going to give her her first whipping. You can come and watch and criticise my technique. Then I think we should send her to Cameron’s husband for her first solo outing. We’ll make her tell us all about it afterwards.”

We lay on her sofa and kissed for a few minutes. Kissing is never so intense as after a huge post-caning orgasm.

Rebecca texted Edith and arranged to take her to the tattooist on her next morning off. Soon the ballpoint pen version of her phone-number would be removed and replaced with a permanent one. Edith would be owned for the rest of her life, any man who went down on her would almost literally get his nosed rubbed in her number. Of course, he would only get to go down on her in the first place if Rebecca gave her permission to take him to bed.

Rebecca kept me updated by text message. “she’s numbered”. Then she sent me a photo of it from just after it had been done. Except that the digits were different, it looked identical to her own.

The next text message was from Edith. “my owner requests the honor of your presence at my inaugural whipping at my house this evening”

Obviously Rebecca had told her she had to invite me, almost as if it were a wedding invitation. When I got there, both girls were already naked. So I felt overdressed and slipped out of my clothes too.

“Are you OK?” I said to Edith.

“Terrified. But I want to do it for her.”

Rebecca had put the electric cable on a cushion, coiled up like a snake. I’d not thought of doing that, she was getting inventive. It made it look even more dramatic. No wonder Edith was scared. She also had a table that she’d put some cushions on top of. She made Edith lie face down on the cushions. From somewhere, presumably a sex-shop, she produced some leather straps and secured Edith’s thighs to two of the table legs, and her arms to the other two. She was completely immobilized, her ass completely defenseless, her legs spread. I was proud of Rebecca, we’d not even discussed whether to tie her up in some way like I had the first time I caned Rebecca, spreadeagled facedown on her boss’s body.

Next she took a ball gag and fixed it around Edith’s head. “We don’t want to disturb the neighbors with your screaming.”

“How many?” Rebecca said to me.

“I gave you three,” I said.

“Really? It felt like a dozen.”

“It’s enough for the first time. It’s so severe.”

Rebecca picked up the electrical cable. “Ready?” she said. Edith managed to nod her head slightly.

Rebecca raised the cable high. “I’ve been practicing on cushion,” she said. And then she brought the cable down hard. It swooshed through the air. The crack of the cable across Edith’s ass echoed around the room. She would have screamed out but for the gag, instead she made a noise that sounded more like an animal growling.

Rebecca reached forward and ran her fingers over the raised red wheal that the cable had produced. “Wow,” she said. I don’t think she realized what her own ass looked like after a caning or a whipping.

She raised the cable and brought it down, hitting a slightly different place on Edith’s ass. Edith growled again into the gag and tears ran down her cheek. Like Rebecca had done for Cameron a decade before, I knelt down in front of her and kissed the tears of her face.

“Be brave,” I said. “Only one more stroke.”

Rebecca raised the cable for the final time and brought it down. As I’d advised her she hit as close to Edith’s pussy as she could for maximum effect. Edith’s ass was like a tiger with three red stripes across it. Rebecca had done really well for her first time, practicing with a cushion had obviously been a good idea.

Rebecca dropped the cable on the floor and fell to her knees behind Edith. She attacked Edith’s pussy and asshole with her tongue, with the fingers of both hands. She licked and probed. I’d never seen her so aggressive with a woman. Come to that, I don’t think I’d ever seen a woman being so aggressive with another woman. It had the intended effect. Edith came almost immediately, moaning with ecstasy into the gag. It was probably an illusion but it was as if her whole body glowed pink with pleasure.

Rebecca moved around Edith and pushed me to one side. She removed the gag and kissed her, driving her tongue into her mouth. Edith kissed back hungrily. I’d wondered if a caning would work as well with a woman administering it, but I needn’t have worried. Rebecca had taken all her instructions from me to heart. You could sense Edith’s total submission to her owner, submission that to a woman feels like pure love.

Rebecca broke the kiss for a moment. “Fuck her,” she said to me.

I moved behind Edith and slid my cock into her cunt, still rippling with little tremors of post-orgasmic arousal. In fact her whole body felt like it was shaking a little, with my cock inside her and Rebecca all over her face, kissing her teared-up eyes as well as her mouth. It was the first time I’d seen a caning other than ones I’d administered so I was hard and aroused. I thrust hard and fast. Rebecca could tell from the sounds I made when I was close.

“Cum in her ass,” she said.

I pulled out of Edith’s pussy and positioned my cock on her asshole and roughly pushed forward. I was surprised how easily I penetrated. Nothing had been done to prepare her asshole except Rebecca fingering her a little and the total post-orgasmic relaxation. But she was still tight. It only took a few more thrusts and I emptied my body deep into hers as Rebecca continued to kiss her.

Rebecca undid the straps holding Edith to the table. Edith stood up, rubbing her hands on her sore ass.

“How was it?” Rebecca said.

“I think it was the most intense experience of my life. The whipping was so painful. Agonizing. If you hadn’t put that gag on me I’d have screamed the house down. But then the feelings of joy when I came almost instantly and the feeling of love and submission when you kissed me were almost as intense in the opposite sense. I can’t wait to try it again. I never thought I’d say that. I was petrified before.”

Rebecca laughed. “We can do it again now.”

“No way. I have to work sitting in an office tomorrow. It’s sore enough as it is. I’ll take a raincheck though.”

Rebecca turned to me. “How did I do?”

“Flawless,” I said. “Usually it takes several times before a girl wants to do it again. Before the appreciate the contrast between darkness and light.”

“It feels real now. Like I own her completely. Did you see the number? Show him your number.”

Edith stood in front of me. There was still a dressing on her tattoo but it was one of those transparent ones where you could see the tattoo through it.

“Nice. Did it hurt?” I said.

“Well, nothing like the caning. It was more embarrassing than anything, having to take my panties off and lie there while a stranger did things to my pussy.”

“It’s not the last time a stranger is going to do things to your pussy,” Rebecca said.

“No I know. You’ll send me one day.”

“Soon. I’ll send you on your own next time.”

“To your husband?”

“No, I was thinking of Cameron’s husband John. He’s a complete stranger to you.”

“Oh wow, my life has changed so much.”

It was a couple of weeks later that Rebecca and I were lying in her bed. We’d just had sex. Her husband Raphael was downstairs watching TV. I always called it training a girl, but Rebecca invented the phrase breaking them in, and she called it housetraining their husband, getting them used to what their wife being owned really meant. When I fucked Rebecca in front of her husband the first time, it was the beginning of his housetraining. By then he seemed to have got used to the fact that another man owned his wife’s pussy and occasionally came around to assert his rights and he didn’t always get to join in. He was fully housetrained.

“I sent her this evening,” Rebecca said. “I told her to take him in her ass. I know John loves that, especially since you own his wife’s ass exclusively.”

“Do you tell Cameron that you were sending her?”

“No. I thought it more erotic if she just shows up unannounced and says she is there to take her husband and do whatever she desires.”

Suddenly Rebecca’s phone rang. John’s number. She put it on speaker-phone so I could hear too.

“Rebecca?” a man’s voice said. “Edith told me you own her.”

“Yes.”

“She didn’t even need to tell me your number. Like your pussy, it comes with its own phone number.”

Rebecca laughed. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Thank you for lending me your girl. My cock’s in her ass right now. She’s licking my wife’s pussy too. Do you want to talk to Cameron?”

“Okay.”

“Oh my gosh,” Cameron moaned. “Your new girl’s good. I see you’ve whipped her already. The tiger stripes on her ass haven’t quite gone away yet. We were admiring them as John’s cock went in. It was such a surprise when she just showed up and just rang the doorbell…oh fuck, yes, just there, you’ll make me cum in no time…it’s a good job we weren’t out.”

I laughed. “The only time you go out during the week is when I send you somewhere.”

“I suppose. My life’s pretty boring if it weren’t for you. Sorry…can’t talk. Ngh ngh, oh yes, good girl, keep going, yes.” There was a long silence. “Well, that was a treat. I’ve not been done by a girl for some time. I’d forgotten how intimate it is.”

“I can send Rebecca any time you want.”

“Or Rebecca can send Edith, I guess,” Cameron said. “Do you want to listen to John cum in her ass.”

“Of course,” Rebecca said.

John’s voice came back on. Obviously the phone had been passed to him.

“She’s nice and tight,” he said.

“She’s only been done a couple of times there.”

“I’m almost there.”

“Fill me up with your cum,” we heard Edith’s voice say. I’d never heard her talk like that before. She was a changed woman.

“OK. I’m filling her now,” John grunted as much as said. “Oh, yes, you dirty girl. Take it all in your ass. I love anal, it’s so nasty and raw.”

“And Cameron isn’t allowed to give you hers,” I said.

“No. You own that.”

“I own her pussy too. But I give you unlimited access.”

“This is so not what I expected my marriage to be like. Such an improvement on what we had before.”

“What was it Cameron said? Dutiful Asian sex once a week.”

“Yes. Now she’s an animal in bed. You trained her well. Plus we get treats like this sent over every so often. Most amazing of all, I don’t even mind when you send Cameron to other men.”

“I’m afraid you can’t keep Edith all night,” I said. “She needs to pick her son up from his grandmother on her way home.”

“Oh wow. That’s so degenerate. You make her come here and have dirty anal sex and then she has to be back to being a dutiful mother half-an-hour later. With her rectum full of my cum.”

“Being owned isn’t always easy.”

“Thank you Edith,” he said.

“You don’t thank me, you thank my owner,” she replied.

“Thanks again Rebecca.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied with exaggerated politeness and disconnected the phone.

“It’s such fun owning a girl,” Rebecca said to me. “I love being owned too. And I love being married. What a mixed-up situation.”

“What are you going to do with her next?”

“I want to see how far we can make her go.”

“I know you do. But you have to keep her safe. No sex in public, like in a biker bar. No sex when her son is around. Don’t get her fired from her job.”

“How about a depraved party?”

“What are you thinking of?” I said.

“I haven’t thought it through. How about this? We invite some friends over. Friends who have never been exposed to this. We have Edith tied to a table and gagged like when I whipped her. Naked, of course. Pussy on view. All the friends will be shocked but we just act normally and treat it as if a naked girl is strapped to a table at every party. If we pick the right friends I think they’ll be too intrigued to just leave. We drink some wine. Then I take my clothes off too. Gosh, I’m getting hot just thinking about it. I whip her with the electric cable. The friends will be shocked. Then you fuck her. No, then we have a raffle for who gets to fuck her.”

“What if a woman wins?”

“Maybe we only let men have tickets. Yes, and we only have couples. So the guy who wins is going to fuck Edith in front of his significant other. Like that first time you came over and did me in front of my husband.”

“His wife might not be too keen on that.”

“Hmm, true. OK, before the raffle you get naked too. I suck you and get you hard. Then the man of the couple that wins fucks Edith and you do the wife.”

I laughed. “You have a filthier mind than I do.”

“Let’s do this. It’s fine if my husband is there, he’s housetrained now. And Cameron and John. And you, of course. Plus four or five couples. But we fix the raffle so that one of the other men wins. Not you, not Raphael, not John. You can all have Edith any time I send her to you.”

“Then everyone goes home?”

“No, that would be boring. I guess then you fuck me to shock them some more. Maybe my husband fucks Cameron. If we’re lucky we get a full-blown orgy going.”

“Let’s do it. It’ll take a bit of planning.”

It was a few weeks later when the party was scheduled. We had four couples coming. Plus all of us. The easiest place to hold the party was at Rebecca and Raphael’s house. Raphael was a bit reluctant, but as Rebecca had said, he was now housetrained.

We coated Edith’s whole body with oil and I adjusted a couple of halogen lights. The sheen of oil shone. Once we’d buckled her to the table, her stark nakedness was shocking. I hoped our guests could cope with it. We decided not to gag her at first so she could reassure any suspicious guests that she was completely consensual about everything that was going to happen. We would gag her when Rebecca caned her.

We arranged for Cameron and John to get there a bit early so there were already five of us standing around casually drinking wine when the other guests arrived.

The first to arrive were Jack and Jill, easy names to remember. They were friends of Rebecca’s. They were only engaged and due to be married later in the year. In their mid-20s. He was tall and muscular. She was a little shorter with black hair. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and her arms were heavily tattooed. I noticed she was careful to end them well above the wrist so that if she wore a long-sleeved top she would look professional. I had a feeling she had a lot of other tattoos on her body and I wondered if we would get to find out. She also wore a short skirt and heels.

They walked in and it was like an exaggerated double-take in a cartoon. They suddenly noticed Edith’s naked body, realized her pussy was facing the front door.

“Oh my god, what’s going on,” Jill said.

“Don’t worry, she wants you to see her like this,” Rebecca said.

“Who is she?”

“A friend.”

“Really?” She laughed. “I hope you aren’t going to ask me to do anything like that. I’m a friend of yours too.”

“It’s going to get more extreme.”

“Maybe we should leave,” Jill said to her husband.

“No, we’ll stay. She wants us to see her. It’s like watching porn on the net. Only it’s live. When we moved to San Francisco we’d heard about this sort of thing. I never expected to see it.”

“You can go and ask her if you want to make sure she’s okay with everything.”

 Jack clearly couldn’t tear his eyes away from Edith’s oiled, glistening body, her pussy clearly on view framed between her thighs. I passed him a glass of wine.

The other couples arrived together. They were older, ranging from early 30s to late 30s, I would guess. Already married. They had a very similar reaction to Jack and Jill, but eventually they all stayed and we poured them all wine. We all stood around making casual conversation. I refilled people’s glasses. I figured I should get them a bit more relaxed before the show began. Meanwhile Rebecca put in Edith’s gag.

Rebecca left the room. When she returned she was totally naked, with the electric cord in her hand. Everyone stared at her, stunned into silence both at the shock of her suddenly being naked and wondering what would happen next. Before they could say a word, Rebecca swooshed the cable through the air straight onto Edith’s ass. With everyone except the two girls, fully dressed with wine in their hands, it was shocking. Edith let out a squeal, the gag prevented any more, but it was obvious that without the gag she would have screamed in pain.

Nobody said a word, they froze to the spot, unable to tear their eyes away as Rebecca delivered ten strokes. Edith’s ass was covered in red stripes, she was crying and sobbing into the gag. I glanced over and scanned the men. I could tell from the bulges in their pants that they were all rock hard. One of the women’s nipples pointed prominently through her blouse. I guessed the other women were probably aroused too.

Rebecca dropped the cable on the floor, knelt in front of me and opened my pants. Since everyone knew she was married to Raphael, they were surprised when she took me into her mouth and started to suck on my cock. I was already rock hard so it wasn’t really necessary.

Rebecca stood up. She went over and picked up a bowl.

“Whichever couple comes out of the bowl is the winner. The man fucks Edith. Eric will fuck the woman. Or lick her. Or whatever she wants.”

We’d actually fixed the whole thing. All the cards said “Jack and Jill.”

“Oh my god,” said Jill to her fiancé. “You are not going to fuck her. Not if you still want me to marry you.”

I moved behind her and before she had time to react, I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. They fell to her ankle. She tried to bend down, presumably to pull them up, but that meant her ass stuck out and I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock inside her. She gasped in surprise. But she was just as wet as I’d expected her to be, totally turned on by watching Edith’s whipping. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away before the fact that her body was enjoying it so much overwhelmed her brain. I slid the rest of my cock into her cunt.

Meanwhile her husband had moved behind Edith. Rebecca undid his pants and pulled everything down and off. She guided his cock into Edith’s pussy. As he started to fuck her, Rebecca took off his shirt so he was naked. His torso was heavily tattooed like his wife. Rebecca also took Edith’s gag off. Immediately she started moaning as Jack began to fuck her hard and fast.

As I fucked Jill I undid her blouse and her bra and stripped her so she was just wearing a skirt bunched up around her waist and panties around her ankles. She was already moaning with excitement. Rebecca came over and guided her panties over her shoes so she could part her legs and get me in deeper.

“Oh fuck,” she squealed. “I can’t believe we are doing this. Before we’re even married.”

As we had planned, Raphael and Cameron undressed and started to fuck on the sofa.

“Shit,” said one of the other men. “We’d better join in.” He pulled his wife’s skirt up, pulled her panties to one side and entered her.

It didn’t take long before everyone was joining in. Gradually clothes came off, as people got more comfortable with the situation. Soon everyone was naked. I didn’t even remember who was married to whom, apart from Jack and Jill, so I wasn’t even sure if people were fucking their own wives or other men’s.

Jack pulled out of Edith and stroked himself, and sprayed cum over Edith’s back. It was hot to watch. One of the other men pulled out of his wife and entered Edith. Meanwhile Raphael pulled out of Cameron, pulled another of the wives over to the sofa, lay her down and started to lick her. Almost immediately she had a theatrical orgasm, she was clearly so excited. Raphael moved between her legs and entered her before her orgasm was even complete.

“Where shall I cum?” I whispered in Jill’s ear.

“Shit. I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I’ll suck you off. Cum in my mouth.”

She slipped her skirt off and knelt down in front of me and took me into her mouth. She had clearly done this a lot of time before. It only took a moment and I blasted into her mouth.

After an hour or more of fucking and sucking, everyone sat down still naked. Rebecca unstrapped Edith and she got up off the table where she had spent the evening. I refilled everyone’s wineglasses. A couple of the women pulled their panties back on but nobody bothered with anything else.

Jill suddenly noticed the tattoo over Rebecca’s pussy. “What’s that tattoo?” she asked. “It’s weird, like a serial number.”

“It’s his phone number,” she said pointing at me. “He owns me.”

“But you’re married to Raphael.”

“Edith has got one too.”

“He owns her too?”

“No, I do. Wasn’t that obvious tonight.”

“I suppose. I’m naïve about all this sort of thing.”

“You’ve had sex before.”

“Yes. But just regular boyfriend sex. Nothing like this.”

“Have you ever been with a girl?”

“No.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course. You’re gorgeous.”

“Lie on your back on the floor.”

As if in a daze Jill did what she was told, unsure what might happen next. Rebecca immediately stood over her and then lowered her pussy to her mouth.

“Do it,” she said. “Get your tongue right up in there. Do it properly. Yes, I know you are not a lesbian but I insist my girls know how to do a pussy properly. Now find my clit and make me cum.”

It didn’t take long. Probably more that Rebecca was on fire with arousal than that Jill was especially good at licking her. She thrust her hips back and forth on Jill’s face as she came.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Yes. I’m cumming. You are a clever girl. I think you should be one of my girls.”

I was intrigued to hear Rebecca call Jill one of her girls. She clearly had a plan. I picked up a marker off the desk and wrote Rebecca’s number just over Jill’s slit. I hoped that one day it would be replaced by a tattoo. She had enough tattoos on the rest of the body, what difference could one more little tiny one make.

It would change her life. She’d already fucked me. It would be a small step for Rebecca to bring her to me again. And I’d have her ass. One day Rebecca would make her submit totally and whip her with her electric cable.

Chapter 17: Jill

I was at home, having just got home from work, when my doorbell rang. I opened the door expecting to see the UPS guy but Jill was standing there. I stepped back and invited her in.

She was looking very hot. She was in a short miniskirt and high heels that made her legs look like they went on forever. She wore a long-sleeved sweater on top. It didn’t hide the swell of her nice-sized breasts but the overall effect was to make her look stylish rather than slutty. She was breathing hard. I could tell she was sexually aroused.

“Rebecca sent me,” she said. “She wants you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know if I’m frightened or aroused. I can’t really tell the difference when I get like this.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Oh yes. It’ll relax me. A strong one.”

“A martini?”

“Perfect.”

“Gin or vodka.”

“Gin.”

I made two gin martinis and passed one to her.

“How’s your day been?” I asked.

“The most amazing of my life.”

“Tell me.”

“Rebecca arranged to take me shopping. I’d no idea what she had in mind and I knew better than to ask. She’d have told me if she’d wanted me to know.”

“Where did you go?”

“First we went to a clothing store and she bought me this miniskirt. Then, when we had paid for it, we went back into the changing rooms. She made me take off my jeans and put the miniskirt on. Then she made me take my panties off and give them to her. She put them in her purse. We left the store.”

“Did you feel exposed?”

“Totally. I’ve never been out in a skirt with no panties in my life. Let alone one this short. It felt like everyone on the street could see my pus…my cunt. She told me I have to call it my cunt, because it’s dirtier.”

“I like making girls go bare. I made Rebecca go to work the first day I truly met her with no panties. Plus, of course, she had to wear a skirt. Jeans with no panties is no big deal.”

“So next we go to a sex-shop. I’d never been in one before. I was blushing pink. She bought ben-wa balls. Do you know what those are?”

“The balls you put in your vag…your cunt. That have are hollow and have other heavier balls inside that roll around when you move.”

“Yes. It’s not so bad walking around. But driving, every corner, every traffic light, it’s like there’s a little animal in there. They’re in me now. Then she bought a big black butt-plug, ‘to help you prepare for him’ she said.”

I laughed. “I hope she bought some lube too. I am not small.”

“She did. Then, when we thought the assistant wasn’t looking, she made me bend over and pushed the balls into my cunt and the plug in my ass. But the assistant noticed. She told us we couldn’t do that and we had to leave immediately.”

I laughed again. “Thrown out of a sex-shop for sex stuff.”

“Yes. I was so embarrassed. I was bright red. But Rebecca was laughing. So then I was walking down the street with no panties, a plug in my ass, and balls in my cunt. I had to sort of squeeze my body down there, I was so worried something would fall out onto the sidewalk in public. You have no idea what it feels like for a woman. How vulnerable it made me feel.”

“I can guess. Where next?”

“Then we went to the tattoo artist. I’m now what Rebecca calls numbered. Her phone number is on my mound. Although it is lower than your number is on hers. Part of one of the digits actually runs into the top of my slit.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Not really. I’ve had tattoos before, as you can see. The ones that hurt are where the skin passes over bone. I’ve got a fleshy mound to it was more embarrassing than anything. I’ve never been tattooed anywhere intimate. The artist got to see I wasn’t wearing any panties. And he can’t have missed that I had a large plug in my ass, although he was too professional to say anything.”

“Do you still have a large plug in your ass?”

“Yes. Only you are allowed to take it out. And you have to put it back once you have used me.”

“OK. Any more purchases?”

“No. Then we went back to her house. She gave me my first whipping. I think she was waiting until I was numbered in case the whipping was too much and I backed out of the whole thing. But once I was numbered I was totally committed.”

“She used the electric cable?”

“Yes. It was far more painful even than I’d expected. I think I was literally in a state of shock after the first stroke.”

“How many strokes did she give you?”

“5 or 6 I think. I was delirious. I couldn’t count them. But she prides herself on being able to lay down parallel strokes from the top of my ass to the bottom. You can probably count them yourself. She told me I had to show them to you.”

“You’d better take your skirt off then.”

She reached behind and undid the tiny zipper and pushed her skirt over her hips and stepped out of it.

“Your number looks good,” I said. I could see it through the transparent plastic dressing. As she had said it was lower than Rebecca’s own number. It went across the top of her slit rather than above it, although to be fair she did seem to have an especially long slit.

She turned around. Her ass was like a music manuscript, five red parallel lines across her ass, almost perfectly spaced. Rebecca was much more accurate with the cable than I was. Plus the base of the big butt-plug was really obvious where it covered her asshole.

“Did she take the plug out to whip you?”

“Of course. Otherwise it might protect me a little when she got low enough. And she took the ben-wa balls out so my cunt was available to her afterwards.”

“Did she make you cum after?”

“Yes. She fucked me with a powerful vibrator. I don’t think I lasted 30 seconds. It was one of the biggest orgasms of my life.”

“And then she kissed you?”

“Yes, how do you know?”

“Because I trained her to do that. Wasn’t it one of the most wonderful kisses of your life?”

“It was. It was like the moment that I committed that she totally owned me. In that kiss it felt like unconditional love. Then she licked me, my cunt. I had another big orgasm almost immediately. Finally she put the balls and the plug back in. My first whipping was over.”

“And you loved her unconditionally.”

“Yes. Which is weird really since I’m engaged to be married. So I already have someone with whom I have unconditional love.”

“You wear an engagement ring in public for most people. And a number in private for the select few who get to see it. So are you ready to do it?”

“What?”

“What she sent you here for.”

“I guess. I’ve never done it before.”

“I know. She wants me to be the first.”

She laughed. “I guess you won’t be the last.”

“I’m sure she’ll send you to some of her more…adventurous…friends.”

“Will she still send me after I’m married?”

“Of course. It’s even more immoral. You will have committed in front of your family and friends to be faithful. You will wear another ring. Then she sends you to another man. I’m sure she’ll send you to me from time to time. And if she doesn’t, I can tell her too. Remember, I own her.”

“Will my husband know?”

“Probably. We’ll have to housetrain him. Get him to a place where he understands what having his wife owned means. Even if he’s not happy about it, he at least isn’t going try and interfere. Does he know you were going to get numbered?”

“Not at all. Even I’d no idea that it was going to happen today.”

“He’s not going to be happy.”

“That’s the understatement of the year. I have to text Rebecca to tell her what happens when he finds out. I normally sleep in panties so he wouldn’t necessarily see it until we have sex. But Rebecca told me I have to fuck him tonight. No hiding it. She used the same word as you and said it was the first step to housetraining him.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

I took her hand and guided her to my bedroom. She took her top and bra off without being asked, kicked off her heels and stood there naked. I slipped out of my clothes too.

“Lie on your side on the bed,” I said.

“On my side? Don’t I have to be on all fours or something?”

“You can do it like that. But the first time it’s easiest on your side.”

She clambered onto the bed and did as instructed. I pulled the plug out of her ass and put it on the nightstand.

“Reach back with one hand and pull your ass-cheek up. So your asshole is more exposed.”

I moved behind her, positioned my cock on the tight brown star of her asshole and pushed forward. I went in surprisingly easily considering she was an anal virgin. But then she’d been wearing a butt-plug all day. A big one.

“Okay?” I asked. Sometimes it’s fun to hear a girl scream a little but today wasn’t one of those days.

“It’s intense. But bearable.”

I slowly slid more of my cock into her. I’d pull back a little and then, when I thrust forward, go a little deeper than last time. Once the widest part of my cock went in then everything moved easily. I could feel the ben-wa balls in her vagina alongside my cock.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “It’s so different from in my pussy.”

“Your cunt, remember.”

“From in my cunt. You can’t expect me to remember stuff while being fucked.”

“I’m sure she expects you to remember your instructions at all times. Even during orgasms.”

“Oh my god, this is so extreme. It’s borderline painful and yet I think I’m going to cum.”

“Did she tell you that you had to cum?”

“She told me I had to try.”

“Do it then. Cum for her.”

“Oh wow, it’s going to happen. Yes, fuck me hard. Yes, oh here it comes. Nggh, nggh, oh don’t stop.”

I could feel her orgasm as her asshole pulsated strongly around my cock. It was if she was trying to milk my cock.

“Clever girl,” I said. “I think you can cum to order. I’m going to slow down for a little, then when I speed up I want you to cum to my command.”

If I kept fucking her fast I’d cum myself so I had to dial it back a little. After a couple of minutes I started to fuck her hard and fast. She was moaning and groaning.

“Cum in ten seconds,” I said.

I continued to slip my cock in and out of her vigorously and almost exactly ten seconds later she came again.

“Nggh, I’m cumming,” she squealed unnecessarily.

“Good girl,” I said as if she were a dog who had just learned to sit when told.

Her asshole was pulsating with the pleasure of her orgasm and this time it took me over the edge. I felt the first squirt of my own orgasm shoot down my cock deep into her body.

“Oh, you’ve made me cum too,” I said. “Your virgin ass feels so good.”

I slid my cock back and forth in long strokes as I drained myself into her rectum. Finally I pulled out.

She moved over the bed. “She told me I had to do this,” she said as she wrapped her mouth around the cock that had just been in her ass. She licked my cock like she was licking popsicle, sliding her tongue the entire length of my shaft and around the knob.

“Was it good, your first time?”

“Totally. I was really worried it would be agonizingly painful. It was right on the borderline of pain but obviously my body loved it. I don’t often cum twice.”

“You came to order too.”

“I’d no idea my body could do that.”

“What are your orders now? Am I meant to lick you or something?”

“No. I’m not allowed to take pleasure today. She wants me to…this is weird.”

“What?”

“She wants you to put the plug back in, then take me to the shower and kneel down. Then you pee all over me. She wants me to feel used and degraded. You have to pee on my face and in my hair.”

I took the plug off the nightstand and worked it into her ass. Then I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. We got into the big shower. First we just stood and cuddled under the hot water. Finally she knelt down. I pointed my cock at her face and sprayed all over her face and in her hair and then lower over her breasts. When I finished, I took her hand and we went back under the shower and cleaned her up. I even handed her the shampoo and let her wash her hair. Finally we got out, got dried, and lay down naked on my bed.

“Any more instructions?” I said.

“No. I’m meant to go home now and fuck Jack, my fiancé.”

“You’d better take the ben-wa balls out.”

She laughed. “Yes. I’m allowed to take the plug out too once I get home. But driving home I need to keep them both in. So I feel owned.”

“You are owned.”

“I know. I’m loving it. Who knew? Even the whipping was…sort of like running a half-marathon. Your body hurts but you have a sense of achievement just surviving it.”

“I doubt she’ll whip you again immediately. She’ll let the tension build and whip you when you are not expecting it. When you get too in love with her.”

We got dressed and I showed her to the door.

“Thanks,” I said kissing her chastely on the cheek since we were on view to the neighbors.

“You know as well as I do that you don’t thank me. You thank my owner. Rebecca.”

“I do. But I do want you to feel my gratitude too.”

“I know you trained Rebecca how to be an owner. So I’m grateful to you too. You two have changed my life.”

Jill left and I texted Rebecca.

“she just left”

“was she obedient”

“i did her anally. she managed to orgasm for you. then i sprayed her”

“did she lick your cock?”

“out of her ass. yes.”

“she’s very obedient”

“like you”

“how can we push them further. edith and jill i mean”

“how can i push you further? and maybe cameron”

Suddenly I had an idea. But it was too complicated to discuss by text.

“come over”

“now”

“yes”

“you want to fuck me?”

“i always want to fuck you”

“it’s my period”

“like that’s going to stop me. i’ve got some dark towels”

She arrived a little later. I made a couple more martinis and we went up to the bedroom, took our clothes off, and lay on the bed.

“I’ve had an idea,” I said.

“Yes?”

“You know you learned how to build websites when you were on the east coast?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to create one. We’ll create a little company. Something like ‘The Ultimate Weekend Girlfriend’. There will be four girls. You, Cameron, Edith and Jill. But we will make it totally high end. Only entire weekends. Twenty thousand dollars for a weekend, or something. No point in doing it for small amounts. Don’t mention sex, just that for that they get a classy girlfriend for the weekend. You’ll spend the weekend with them, two days and two nights. Their fantasies fulfilled.”

“Wow. That’s so extreme.”

“You love extreme.”

“I do. But…like for money, with strangers.”

“You’ll love it. You get a weekend in Vegas or something, all expenses paid and twenty thousand dollars.”

“Gosh. Do you think we would get any business?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. But I wouldn’t be surprised. I mean you and Jill are totally hot. Edith is more like a girl-next-door type of girlfriend. And Cameron is Chinese, as well as really cute. Lots of men like Asian women. Some Chinese men might need someone Chinese-speaking.”

“I’m still not sure.”

“You’ll do it if I tell you to.”

“I know. And they’ll do it if I tell them to as well. It’s like the ultimate in being sent to someone.”

“We can get a professional photographer to take photos of the four of you. It should all be subtle. Understated. Not too intimidating.”

“I’m not intimidating.”

“You’re insanely beautiful. Some guys have never even spoken to someone as beautiful. You are intimidating.”

“You weren’t intimidated by me.”

“I’m not ‘some guys’.”

“I’m starting to come around to the idea.”

“We can put me as the contact person. I can make sure you are safe, handle the money and generally act as a buffer to people who are creeps or who aren’t serious.”

“It could make real money, I suppose. I’d not need that many weekends to make more than my crappy paralegal job.”

“True.”

“Or you could probably go to Hawaii with a rich guy for a week for your entire annual salary.”

“Wow. Just take a week’s vacation and double my salary.”

“Cameron is a professional so she’s not going to give up that job. After all, even if it is wildly successful it won’t last forever. Or at least we will need to keep finding new girls. You’re good at that though. I can’t believe how quickly you got Jill broken in. Basically, in ten minutes at that orgy she was yours.”

She laughed. “You use my terminology now. Broken in.”

“Yes. And housetrained for the men. And numbered for being tattooed.”

“Gosh. We could make owning girls a business. We seduce them and break them in. Number them and whip them. Then, when we get bored with playing with them ourselves, we send them for money instead of just sending them to our friends.”

“We’d have to give the girls a lot of the money. That’s only fair. Not just send them to men as if those men were our friends, like when I sent you and Cameron to my friends as a treat. But we should break them in completely first, before we reveal our secret.”

“I could see it working.”

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

She put on a sad face. “Not make love to me?”

“Isn’t that your husband’s job?”

“Yes, but I love it when you do me gently too.”

“OK.” I reached down between her legs and gently rubbed her pussy lips. She purred with pleasure. Her clit was hard like a tiny grape-seed. I touched in just the way I knew she loved. I could feel the tension starting to build in her body.

“Take your tampon out,” I said. I grabbed a tissue from beside the bed and passed it to her. She took it out and wrapped it in the tissue and put it on the nightstand.

I moved over her body and entered her. I started to fuck her slowly. So it was pleasant but also not so intense that we could not continue to have a conversation.

“Oh gosh that feels good. I get so horny during my period. Raphael won’t do it. He thinks it’s too messy. Even though it is me that washes all the towels and stuff, so he doesn’t even have to deal with the mess. It feels so good to have you inside me. You’ve not had me for some time.”

“You’ve been busy with Edith and Jill. Your little protégées. Breaking them in.”

“Did you enjoy Jill earlier? Having her anal virginity.”

I laughed. “I carved a notch on the bedpost.”

“Did you enjoy spraying her in the shower?”

“Not really. That doesn’t do much for me. But she wanted me to do it so she could please you. So I really did it for the two of you.”

“I wanted to push her limits.”

“You pushed her limits this morning too. Putting toys in her in the sex-shop. She was so embarrassed.”

“I know. I was a little too, but I pretended I wasn’t. As if I’d done something like that before. Then I got her numbered. Inked.”

“I know. She showed me. And you whipped her.”

“I did. She squealed like a pig. I was so turned-on.”

“She loved the kiss. It sealed the deal.”

“I know. I could feel her melt.”

“Are you melting now?”

“Starting to. I love you. In a different way from my husband, but I do.”

“You have my number on you.”

“I do. I can take my wedding ring off but not your number.”

“I thought they had laser treatment these days.”

She laughed. “I am not letting anyone with a laser anywhere near my pussy.”

“I’m nearly there. Speed up a little and make me cum.”

I started to fuck her a little harder. “Oh yes, keep going, nngh, nngh, oh I love you so much.”

I sped up more. “Don’t forget I’m not on the pill. Cum all over my body.”

I laughed. “It’s your period.”

“Oh yes,” she said with a smile. “Cum on my body anyway.”

I pulled out just before I came. I knelt between her legs and stroked myself. A strong jet of cum shot up her body between her breasts almost to her chin. Then gradually weaker jets covered her belly in a lattice of white sticky cum. She put her hand on it, rubbing it into her skin like suntan lotion.

“You are such a considerate lover,” she said. “When you want to be. And you are the best fuck imaginable when you choose to be rough.”

“I’m so glad your husband shaved you and found my number.”

She laughed. “I wasn’t at the time. Especially when he grabbed his phone and called the number. I thought maybe my marriage was over. I would get a divorce instead of a baby.”

“Instead you got another adventure.”

“Yes. And the first two girls of my own. You gave me one. But the other is all my own work.”

“I’d better go and have a shower. Wash the blood off.”

“Can I come too?”

“Of course. You’ve got blood on your thighs. You need to shower too.”

Rebecca left soon after to return to her home and her husband.

I was at work the next day when my phone rang. It was Rebecca. She rarely called, almost always texted.

“Guess what I just did?”

“I’ve no idea. You whipped Jill again.”

“No, she’s at work today. I took a leave of absence from my job for six weeks. I told them I had a medical issue.”

“Why?”

“To build the website. Write the copy. Arrange the photographs. Do some SEO. I’m all-in as they say in TV poker.”

“Wow. Will you be OK for money?”

“It’ll be tight. But Raphael’s working.”

“I’ll pay you. Just a small salary. But we should set this up properly. Register a corporation and all that. Do you know how to do that?”

“No. But I’m a paralegal. However, I do immigration work. Green cards and stuff. But I know other paralegals who do that sort of stuff every day.”

“Did you talk to Edith and Jill?”

“In vague terms. I told them I wanted to send them to total strangers for entire weekends. They were up for it. I didn’t tell them the rest yet. You should talk to Cameron. Maybe send her to a friend of yours for a whole weekend to see how it goes. Not for money, of course. For practice. I’m going to do that with Jill and Edith.”

Over the next few weeks the website came together. Rebecca had a talent for website design, it looked very modern and professional. She got a company registered. One day a new iPhone arrived in the mail to my house, the phone that would ring if anyone dialed the website number. I wondered if it would ever ring. Whether we were wasting our time and should stick to fucking each other.

Rebecca found a photographer. We took pictures of each of them. A couple of outfits like they might wear during the day. An outfit they might wear to go to an upscale restaurant or to accompany a man to a function of some sort. And some pictures of them in something that showed their figures. Jill and Rebecca in bikinis. Edith in cycling gear, lycra shorts and a cycling top with a sports bra underneath. Cameron in yoga pants and a tight top. We also took some of Cameron in a traditional Chinese cheongsam, long red dress.

Then, to make it look like the business had been going a long time, we took some pictures of them pretending they were on weekends with men. We took one of Cameron’s husband John with Jill in the bar of the Four Seasons Hotel. It would look very plausible to a Chinese guy looking for a hot young white girl. Then one with Rebecca’s husband Raphael with Edith, in an upmarket restaurant, for a guy who didn’t want someone so attractive as to be intimidating. We got the photographer to blur the men’s faces so that any potential clients wouldn’t worry that they might suddenly appear on the website where their wives or girlfriends might see.

We used the girl’s real names. We thought about using stage names but figured it would get too complicated checking into hotels, or booking airline tickets. Plus it’s such a strip-club cliché: give it up for Candy. Plus the girls all had nice enough names.

Rebecca put it all together. We decided just to call it “The Ultimate Weekend.” We detailed in the body copy that we promised the best weekend with your girlfriend that you have ever had. There was no mention of sex but it was clear that your girlfriend was going to share your room, and presumably your bed. She would be the ultimate girlfriend.

It looked very professional. Compared to many other sites it was very understated, especially since we only had four girls and not fifty. But those were basically sites for a girl to come to your hotel for a couple of hours, not the image we wanted at all.

Finally the site went live. Of course we were realistic and didn’t expect a call ten minutes later.

We paid some company in India a bit of money to do seach-engine-optimization. I don’t know what they did but the visitors started to go up. People were at least visiting.

I was at home when it happened. The new iPhone rang with its distinctive ring-tone so I knew it was not my regular phone.

“The ultimate weekend,” I said. “Eric speaking.”

I had a long conversation and told him how the system worked. To be honest I was making some of it up on the fly. He would ask questions we’d not thought of. Eventually he said he was interested. He was a banker from New York called Jason, coming in for a conference in a couple of weeks time and wanted to spend the weekend before doing something in the city. When he Googled things to do, he came across our website and he loved the look of Jill. He said never done anything like this before, although I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone says that. I asked him what sort of things he liked to do, what kind of food he liked. Then I organized reservations and made a timetable.

Chapter 18: Jill’s Weekend

Jill here. It seemed our Ultimate Weekend finally had its first client and I was the girlfriend he wanted. Actually, I wished it had been Rebecca who went first, she is the most experienced at living this sort of life. She could fine-tune the experience more easily than me.

I’d been sent to someone precisely twice before. Once to Eric, for my first anal. I’d met him at the orgy where Rebecca seduced me, if that’s the right word. Fucked him even. So the worst thing about going to see him again was that Rebecca had given me very specific instructions and I was an anal virgin so I didn’t really even know what I was doing. But I was comfortable.

Then she sent me to one of her friends. A total stranger. But he was only a total stranger to me, Rebecca knew him well. Plus it was only for a few hours. Well, in fact his wife came home and I thought I was in trouble, but she was okay with it all and we ended up all going to bed together and I stayed until morning. It was actually pretty cool to sleep with a husband and wife.

But this was different. I was going to meet a guy who was a stranger to us all. Not just for a few hours, for a whole weekend. Not just for sex either, although for sure that would be involved. I was to be his girlfriend, show him the city, take him to dinner. He was paying thousands of dollars for the privilege so it had to be perfect.

Rebecca dressed me. Not literally, but she instructed me what to wear. The miniskirt we bought together, heels but not insane ones, a loose top. At least she let me wear panties this time. But she also had thought of something I hadn’t: she told me to take my engagement ring off.

Eric would pick Jason up at the airport and drive him to the hotel, the St Regis. He would get to check his ID, get him to sign a contract, and collect the money in cash. Then he’d leave and text me with the green light, and I’d meet Jason in the lobby bar.

I was waiting nearby. I got a text saying it was time to go in. Then a photo of Jason, so I knew what he looked like. He was much younger than I expected. I thought I was going to be fucking a fifty-year old but he couldn’t have been over thirty. To be honest, he looked pretty good. If he’d hit on me in a bar, I’d probably have given him my number. Well, before I got engaged anyway.

I went in. He stood up. I put my arms around him and gave him a hug as if I really was his girlfriend meeting up with him again.

“Would you like a drink?” he said.

“I want whatever you want,” I said. Best to be clear from the beginning.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

“Then I want you to have a drink. We can get to know each other a little. So what’s the first thing you have planned?”

I looked around to make sure nobody was close enough to overhear. “I’m going to go with you to our room, and suck you off before dinner.”

He gasped. I think he found it hard to believe words like that coming out of the girl in front of him, especially in an upmarket bar.

“I thought it best to do something before dinner. We’ll be so much more comfortable with each other afterwards.”

“I guess,” he said a little doubtfully.

“Then we come back down,” I continued. “We’re eating in the hotel restaurant tonight. We thought that was easiest in case the plane was late. Or you wanted more before dinner.”

“More what?”

“More sex. Or you can have that after dinner.”

“Wow,” he said. “You don’t beat about the bush.”

I laughed. “No. But I hope you are going to beat about mine.” I leaned a bit closer. “Except I’m shaved for you.”

I glanced at his pants. He already had an erection.

I sat back innocently as the cocktail waitress approached. He ordered a cocktail. It was tempting to have one too, but I needed to stay in control so I just had a small glass of wine. She went away to get the drinks.

“You are even hotter in reality that in the photos on your website. You’re stunning.”

“Well, thank you. You are pretty good-looking yourself.”

The cocktail waitress approached with our drinks, so we both sat quietly for a moment.

“When I heard you were a New York financial guy I assumed some grey-haired fifty-something guy.”

“Nope. Not even thirty. How old are you?”

“Isn’t there some rule about not asking girls their age? But I’m twenty-five.”

“Is Jill your real name?”

“It is. It would make things really difficult if I used a pseudonym. If we had to book airline tickets or when I get carded. Plus I’d forget. So you really do have a girlfriend called Jill this weekend.”

“I’m so looking forward to it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation like this,” he said. “Especially not in a location like this. With a girl I just met.”

“I just wanted to be clear with you. I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever.”

“I don’t really know what I want. I’m so busy I rarely have time for dating and my relationships don’t last. I’ve only had very vanilla sex.”

“Now you can have 31 flavors.”

He drained the rest of his martini.

“Take me upstairs,” I said. “I can’t wait to suck you.”

We went up in the elevator and into the room. I put my arms around him and kissed him. I was his girlfriend, after all. I put my hand on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock through his pants.

“I have a request,” he said.

“Yes?”

“I want to see you naked. You are so hot. I can’t wait until after dinner for that.”

I took him over to the bed. “Sit,” I said as if he was a dog. He obediently sat on the bed. I went to the TV and found a music channel and put on some soft music. Never in my life had I ever stripped before. When I have had sex before either I just undressed, or I let the guy undress me.

I stood in front of him. I moved my body with the music and slowly pulled my top off over my head. I decided to go in a non-traditional order. The next thing I did was reach up under my miniskirt and pull down my panties. I let go. They ended up around my ankles of course. I stood there swaying to the music, letting him imagine my bare cunt under my skirt, a cunt I knew he couldn’t wait to see. I used to think cunts were pretty ugly, to be honest, but now I’ve licked a few they have suddenly got a lot more attractive. I turned away from him, reached back and undid my bra. My back was bare. I dropped my bra to the floor, covered my breasts with one arm and turned back to face him. I could see desire in his eyes as I stood there wearing just a miniskirt. I moved my arm away and let him see my breasts. I turned away from him again, reached back and slid down the little zipper of my skirt, then I worked it over my hips. It was quite tight. He got to see my ass as my skirt fell to join my panties. I kicked off my heels and stepped out of the puddle of clothes, still facing away from him. Finally, I slowly turned to face him and he got to see my slit for the first time.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. “I’ve never been with a woman…I mean had a girlfriend…who is so beautiful.”

“Get your cock out,” I said. He clearly liked being told what to do. In a trice he had his pants and underwear off. I moved over in front of him. I rubbed my mound against his cock as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off so he was naked (well, he had his socks on). I kissed him. Then I planted a trail of kisses down his chest. He may not have time for girlfriends but he clearly had time for working out. I gently bit on each of his nipples before descending to his cock. I used just the tip of my tongue to slide the entire length of his cock, paying special attention to that little sensitive fold of skin just below the knob.

“Oh my god, you know how to tease a man,” he sighed.

He’d shaved his balls for me so I repaid the favor by going back down and licking them. I assumed he’d been sucked by previous girlfriends, but I decided to do something that they probably hadn’t. I pushed his legs up and slid my tongue lower until I reached his asshole. I started to tongue him there, hard.

“Oh shit, what are you doing?” he moaned.

I didn’t answer. I just pushed a bit harder and got the tip of my tongue inside. I felt like such a dirty girl, I don’t think I’ve done it before. He clearly loved it. He was making noises like a cat purring, making tiny movements with his hips like he was fucking my tongue with his asshole.

I moved back up over his balls, all the way up his shaft and finally took his knob into my mouth. I started to swirl my tongue around him.

“Oh no,” he said.

He came instantly. I moved my lips up and down his cock as I felt my mouth fill with his cum. I didn’t spill a drop. I opened my mouth to show it full of his cum. For some reason men seem to like that. Then I swallowed it and opened my mouth again.

“All gone,” I said. “The perfect appetizer before dinner.”

I stood up in front of him where he sat on the bed and kissed him. Sometimes a man is reluctant to kiss after you have just had his cum in your mouth but he kissed me back enthusiastically.

“You’ll last longer next time,” I said. “Now we’ve got that first time over with.”

I stood up. He looked me up and down. Suddenly he saw my tattoo.

“What’s that? It’s like Schindler’s List or something. A number tattooed on you.”

“It’s my owner’s phone number.”

“Who’s your owner? What does he do?”

“It’s a she, actually. You’ve looked at our website so you’ve seen her. Rebecca is my owner.”

“What does that mean? What does she have you do?”

“Well, the most obvious thing is that she has me lick her and make her cum. Or she makes me give her my cunt if she is in the mood to do the licking. From time to time she spanks me or whips me. She doesn’t like it to be pleasure all the time. When I go to her I never know if it is going to be a black day or a white day, pain or pleasure.”

“Oh my.”

I turned around. “Can you see the marks? They’ve almost gone but if you look closely you can see the stripes.”

“Isn’t it painful?”

“It hurts like hell. But my body loves it for some reason and I get so turned-on. And when she kisses me afterwards it is ethereal. You have no idea until you try it.”

“Really? It sounds a bit extreme. Are you going to spank me this weekend?”

“If you want me to.”

“Shouldn’t you spank me even if I don’t want to? Isn’t that the point?”

“I suppose. I certainly never ask her to whip me.”

“Does she tie you up?”

“She hasn’t yet. I’m sure she will one day.”

“What else does she do?”

“She sends me to people.”

“How do you mean?”

“I have to go to their house. Sometimes do what my owner tells me. Sometimes do whatever the person or people I’m visiting want to do to me. Suck them off. Lick the woman. Let them do me anally.”

“You do anal?”

“Of course. I know it is pretty intense but it’s special too. Have you never done it?”

“No, never.”

“Do you want to?”

“I suppose. The idea’s pretty hot. Maybe just because most girls won’t do it.”

“I never did it until my owner made me.”

“She did you anally? Like how?”

“No. She sent me to her own owner, and he did me anally.”

“She has an owner too?”

“Yes. She has his number on her pussy. Like mine. Letting your owner tattoo you, being numbered Rebecca calls it, is total commitment. Every lover you ever have will see it.”

“Wow. I know so little about this sort of thing.”

“It was an eye-opener for me too. I was like you. I’ve had my share of boyfriends, of course. Lick, suck, fuck. Nothing more. With one guy at a time. No girls, no threesomes, nothing like that.”

“Will you…I don’t know quite how to phrase it…but will you just take over for the weekend? Instead of asking me what I want, just give me what you think I should have.”

“You want me to be your owner, not your girlfriend.”

“I suppose.”

“If we are going to do this you have to obey. It requires total commitment. You do what I say even if you don’t want to.”

“Such as what?”

“For sure I will spank you or something similar at some point during the weekend. As you said, whether you want it or not.”

“I suppose. There’s a world I never knew existed and I realize the only way to explore it is to give you complete control.”

“Exactly.”

“OK.”

“That’s too casual. Say that you commit. That you will be obedient to your owner all weekend.”

“I commit. I’ll do whatever you say. Gosh, you’d better not get me into trouble.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry. Like Spiderman, with great power comes great responsibility. I also have to keep you safe and make sure you have a wonderful weekend. An ultimate weekend.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Do you want to have dinner or do sex stuff?”

“Don’t you decide that?”

“OK. Dinner. But wait.”

I went over to my purse, I got out a sharpie indelible marker and came back. I took hold of his cock and stroked him until he was at least semi-hard. Then I wrote my phone number down the length of his cock. He was numbered, even if not truly permanently. I idly wondered if a sharpie was indelible enough to survive a weekend of fucking.

We went down to dinner. The weekend was not going at all how I expected. I had assumed I would do my best to simulate a true girlfriend, almost romantic. Obviously we’d have sex, but it would be whatever he wanted as my boyfriend. If he wanted affectionate loving sex, I’d do that. Of course, if he wanted to do something dirty like fuck my ass, I’d give it to him. Instead, after only a couple of hours, he’d ended up numbered, with my phone number on his cock. Now we really had to re-plan the whole weekend. It’s not like he was going to be giving me roses any more.

I excused myself and went to the restroom. Luckily there were no other women in there. I called Rebecca and told her what had happened. She said she’d do some research and start to come up with a new plan for the weekend. She’d text me.

After dinner we went back up to our room. He tried to kiss me once the door was closed but I pushed him off.

“No,” I said. “Your owner decides when you kiss. Right now she wants to see you naked on that bed. Stroking yourself. I like watching that.”

I could sense disappointment at not being kissed immediately but he did as he was told. A moment later he was on the bed. He was already hard. To tell the truth, he’d probably been hard all through dinner. I slipped off my panties and kicked off my shoes. Then I got onto the bed and squatted over his face and pushed my pussy against his mouth.

“Lick me.”

Rubbing my pussy on a guy is so different from a girl. All the rough stubble from facial hair makes it a completely different experience even though a tongue is a tongue. He pushed his tongue up inside me. I love that feeling, I just wish men had longer tongues.

“Yes, make me cum,” I said. “I’m not going to let you fuck me until you’ve got me off.”

I moved my hips back a little so his tongue was on my clit. No matter how much I love the feeling of a tongue swirling around in my cunt, it won’t make me cum. Whereas I can almost not avoid it when my clit is softly rubbed.

“Yeah, just there. Not so rough. Perfect. Keep going.”

I was getting close already.

“Don’t stop, I’m close. A little faster. Clever boy. Nggh, yes, oh shit.” I was all I could do to keep my hips still over his mouth, although experience had taught me that if I started moving too much, his tongue would lose contact with my clit and my orgasm might stop dead.

I lifted myself off his face and moved down his body. I lowered myself onto his almost hard cock. I started to stroke him with my pussy. He wasn’t inside me, but my lips, wet with his saliva and my juices slide easily up and down. I moved forward a little more and then when I pushed back I changed the angle of my body a little so he slid inside. He let out a long groan as I slowly pushed back gradually sliding his entire length inside me in a single long slow stroke.

“Oh Jill, it feels wonderful to finally be inside you.”

“It feels good to me too. Are you ready to cum for your owner?”

“I certainly am.”

“Cum for me then.”

I started to thrust my hips back and forth really fast. I knew he wouldn’t be able to last long and he didn’t.

“I’m going to cum,” he gasped and a moment later I felt his cock twitch, felt the change inside me as his cum mixed into my own juices. I could feel it seeping out of me around the shaft of his cock as I pumped him until I got the last drop out of him.

We got under the covers and wrapped our arms around each other.

“You can kiss me now,” I said.

We kissed, our tongues playing gently with each other. Gradually our kisses got slower and slower and we just lay there, our lips touching. Soon we were asleep.

In the morning I let him fuck me. Very straightforward. I lay on my back. He entered me, I didn’t cum, he did. I guess it was probably how most sex with his girlfriends had been. But I was happy, there was going to be plenty of time for stronger stuff over the weekend, and it was a nice way to wake up before going downstairs for breakfast.

I dressed differently from the day before. Jeans so tight they looked sprayed-on. A V-necked top that was tight but also left a nice band of flesh above the waistband of my jeans, as well as showing off the tops of my breasts. Heels higher than the day before. I knew I looked good dressed like that and I could feel eyes on me as we walked into breakfast.

“We’re going shopping,” I told him during breakfast.

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

I took him to one of the city’s most famous sex-shops and we bought a lot of things. A paddle, some cuffs, some straps, a collar, a butt-plug, some handcuffs, a blindfold, a gag, some lube. Of course I made him pay, partially because the deal was that he would pay any expenses, and partially just so he felt even more owned. I wasn’t even sure I’d make use of all of it, but it was good to have choices.

I didn’t dare put the plug in his ass in the shop after my experience with Rebecca earlier, especially as he wasn’t wearing a skirt and no panties so it would be all-but impossible anyway. However, I did make him put the collar on. It didn’t feel enough of a symbol of ownership to have my phone-number written on his cock, I wanted something more obvious, something that would turn heads a little. The collar was rough leather with a plate on the front. It had a tiny padlock at the back. I did it up and kept the key. Only I could remove it. But I didn’t plan on doing that until I left him on Sunday night or Monday morning.

Next we went to an engraver. I took the collar off him and had the plate on the front engraved. On the top line, “owned”. On the second line “Jill”. I thought of putting my phone number again but here, where it was visible, my name seemed a safer choice. I wasn’t sure where we might end up that weekend and I didn’t want too many people knowing my number. I put the collar back on and did up the padlock. I put the key in my purse.

We went back to the hotel and dropped of our purchases. And then…we went sightseeing. I figured he couldn’t come to San Francisco and not ride a cable car, visit Chinatown and all that tourist stuff. Plus, it would make the contrast with all the sex stuff I would do with him later more intense. Of course he was wearing his collar in public, so even riding a cable car had a sexual aspect to it that it would not normally have.

Rebecca had texted me the address of a club in North Beach. Apparently it was the one that she and Cameron had been taken to where all the usual rules didn’t seem to apply. She said there were two black twins who would be keeping an eye out for us. How she had their number I have no idea. I’d heard the story of the twins licking them with an audience so perhaps they also gave them their numbers afterwards. Just like I’m sure everyone else did, I wondered whether identical twin women had identical pussies. And whether I’d get to see.

I took Jason for dinner to a French restaurant where we had made reservations before all the plans changed. Then to Smugglers Cove for a couple of cocktails. By then it was late enough to go to the club. We got a car over. Jason seemed suspicious when we went down a dark alley that appeared to have nothing down it. To be honest, so was I, but it was exactly where Rebecca had told me. There was an unmarked door and a bouncer. He opened the door and we went in.

It was just as Rebecca had described. There were lots of tables with girls. There were men being sucked off in public. There were strippers on stage. There were bottles of vodka and scotch everywhere. I recognized a couple of Hollywood stars and a couple of local politicians.

A hostess, dressed only in tight shorts, showed us to a table and without us saying anything a bottle of vodka appeared. I poured some into each of two glasses and added some tonic. Jason’s eyes were popping out of his head. I was trying to pretend I went to clubs like this regularly. Suddenly the two black twins appeared. They poured two more vodka tonics. I suspected they would hardly touch theirs but I was sure they were encouraged to use up the vodka as quickly as possible so we might need another bottle.

The twins were hot. But more surprisingly, they were stark naked. They sat down opposite us, sipped on their drinks and let their legs casually fall open a little as if they absent-mindedly had forgotten to cross them. I’d never seen a black girl’s pussy before so it was hard not to stare.

I glanced at Jason. He was spellbound looking at the twins, no inhibitions about staring. I looked down. He was hard. I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants. The twins took the cue. In a moment the two of them were kneeling in front of Jason. A moment later one of the twins had his cock in her mouth while the other was stroking his shaft. After a time they swapped over, and the other twin took his cock in her mouth. The other twin stroked Jason’s balls.

I slid my hand into Jason’s shirt and started to rub his nipples. I once had a boyfriend who complained that girls never paid enough attention to men’s nipples. His were very sensitive. If he was close, all I had to do was rub his nipples hard and he’d cum on the spot. It’s a lesson I’ve never forgotten.

Jason was sighing with pleasure as the two girls attacked his cock. I knew he wouldn’t last all that long.

“Slow down a little,” I said quietly to the girls. I wanted Jason to savor the pleasure like a fine scotch. Not do the equivalent of tequila shots.

Suddenly one of the girls moved in front of me. I stood up. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties. My legs just fell apart as if under remote control. While her sister sucked Jason, she started to lick my pussy. She knew exactly how to lick, better even than Rebecca, and she was really good. In no time she had me moaning uncontrollably. Then the two twins swapped positions. Since I couldn’t tell them apart it didn’t make much difference to me although I guess they both wanted a taste of each of us. We got a little audience. Women were clearly unusual in the club, apart from the strippers obviously. Female customers. It was more the kind of place that married men came without their wives or even their mistresses.

I knew Jason was close to cumming and the twins did too. The one licking me moved back to him and opened her mouth. Her sister stroked his cock until his cock jerked and a rope of white cum shot into the first twins mouth. The two of them pumped him and her mouth started to fill up. Then he sister put her head over his knob and kept it there as the final dribbles spurted out.

Then both sisters gave me their undivided attention while Jason watched. One was between my legs, the other pushed up my top and pushed my bra up too. She took a nipple into her mouth. I wouldn’t last long either. A moment later I felt the familiar upwelling inside me and then I was cumming hard, my body shivering with excitement as I flooded with lovely feelings of ecstasy.

By the time my brain was working again the two black girls were casually sitting down opposite us again, sipping their drinks. Jason had done up his clothes. I pulled down my bra and my top. Then I pulled up my panties and my jeans.

We stayed some time longer, enjoying our drinks, watching the show on stage and chatting to the naked black twins as if it happened every day. But I decided we shouldn’t stay too late. Although he didn’t know it, Jason had to be up early the next morning. They brought Jason a bill and he paid it. I didn’t see how big it was, but I assume it was enormous. He opened his wallet and gave each of the twins a $100 tip.

Back at the hotel we simply showered and went to bed. I think we were both exhausted by the activities of the day.

In the morning, I woke Jason. “We need to get up,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because I’m sending you.”

“Sending me where?”

“To Edith. She’s getting divorced. So she’s not getting any sex. She needs servicing. You will service her. You’ll go there. You’ll fuck her. You’ll lick her. You’ll give her lots of lovely orgasms. Then you’ll come back here for lunch.”

We got up, got dressed and went downstairs. I typed Edith’s address into my phone. Minutes later an Uber appeared and Jason got in. He would be at Edith’s house in half-an-hour or so. I assume Rebecca had set it all up with her, since otherwise her son might be there.

“She’ll give you breakfast,” I said. “See you at lunchtime. You can tell me all about it.”

I wandered into the hotel restaurant and got some breakfast of my own. I started planning what I would do with Jason that afternoon with all the sex-toys we had bought the morning before. My phone beeped with the Uber bill so I knew he’d arrived.

Later I went back up to our room, had a shower, and put on a bathrobe. Just before lunch Jason returned.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I arrived. As you said, she gave me breakfast. She made me poached eggs on toast. She makes good coffee too. All she was wearing was a pinafore apron. It hid her breasts and her pussy but from behind it hid nothing. She has a nice ass.”

“She has a nice body, period.”

“Yes. Well, she’s not as hot as you but maybe more approachable.”

I laughed. “I’m not approachable?”

“I’ve never been with anyone as hot as you. You are my owner and you behave that way. She felt more like my girlfriend. She sucked me but didn’t make me cum. Then she lay back with her legs spread and we had straightforward sex, missionary at first. She rubbed her own clit as I fucked her and she had an orgasm. We changed positions a few times. When it was time for me to cum she finished me in her mouth.”

“Did you lick her?”

“Of course, you told me I had to.”

I laughed. “You’re learning quickly.”

“So I licked her and she came. Twice I think. Hard to be sure the second time, it wasn’t a big one. I noticed she has the same number on her pussy as you do.”

“Yes. Rebecca owns her too. Did you do her in the ass?”

“No. Was I meant to? You didn’t tell me to.”

“It’s fine. If she’d wanted it, she’d have told you.”

“Then she told me she had to go and pick up her son so I had to go. I’d no idea she even had a son. I thanked her and she told me that I didn’t thank her, I had to thank Rebecca since she is her owner. She gave Edith to me.”

“Yes, that’s how it works,” I said. “If you want you can text Rebecca to thank her.”

“What’s her number?”

I opened the bathrobe. He picked up his phone and put in the number from my pussy. Then he typed a short thank-you note and sent it.

“Are you hungry?” I asked

“Not especially.”

“Good. Then you can do me in the ass right now. It’s time you experienced it.”

I stood up, slipped the robe off completely and lay down naked on the bed. I rolled onto my front.

“Get some of that lube off the dresser. Use you finger to work some into my asshole. And rub some on your cock. Especially on the head. Then it will go in easily. Unlike the vagina, which lubricates itself, my asshole…well…doesn’t. So you need to use some for anal sex. Or it will hurt the girl.”

I felt his fingers probing my ass. The gel was cool and very slippery so his finger slipped in easily. I didn’t need much preparation now I’d learned to relax my asshole a bit rather than my body trying to fight back.

“So just do it. Put your cock there and push. Harder than you normally push or it won’t go in. But go slowly. Be firm but don’t slam it in.”

I felt his cock there, felt my asshole distend as he pushed, felt him slip inside. It was intense but not painful, a feeling I had already grown to love.

“You are so fucking tight,” he said.

“I know. That’s why anal sex is such fun for the guy. It’s like doing a virgin or something.”

He didn’t need me to tell him what to do. He naturally started to fuck me, pulling back a little and pushing forward, each time a little deeper, the same way you sometimes have to work your way into a girl if she is not completely ready.

“Oh that feels good. Don’t be too rough, it’s tender back there. At least until my body relaxes completely and then you can go wild.”

“You are too tight.”

I laughed. “Since when was too tight a thing?”

“I won’t be able to last,” he said.

“That’s fine. Fill my rectum with your cum.”

“That sounds so dirty.”

“You like dirty, don’t you?”

“Mmm. I’m close.”

“Sometimes anal gives me huge orgasms, but I don’t think it’s going to happen today. So don’t wait for me. Just cum when you’re ready.”

“OK,” he gasped. “A few more second…oh wow, can you feel it or doesn’t it work like that.”

“Not really. I can tell you’re cumming but not from any feeling in my body. From listening to you, feeling the way you sort of lose control of your hips for a moment or two.”

“What do I do now?”

“Just like with a pussy. If you want you can sort of lie there and go soft inside me. That feels pleasant and friendly. Or you can just pull out.”

“I’m going to lie here for a bit then.”

He slumped down with all his weight on me, pushing my breasts into the bed, his softening cock still deep in my ass. I felt my asshole closing up as his cock got smaller. It’s a nice feeling. Finally he moved again and pulled out of me.

I called down and got a plate of cold cuts and cheese and a bottle of wine from room service. I put my robe back on, then went into the bathroom got the other one for him. I wasn’t in the mood for getting dressed and going to the hotel restaurant. We’d have food whenever we were hungry during the afternoon.

Once room service had delivered our food, I poured us each a glass of wine.

“Get your robe off,” I said.

I attached a cuff to each of his wrists and each of his ankles. I put a blindfold on him. I made him lie face down on the bed on top of a pile of pillows and used some of the straps we had bought to immobilize him. He was spreadeagled on the bed with his ass in the air.

First I took the anal plug, squirted a bit of lube on it, and worked it into his ass. He groaned as the widest part went through his asshole and then in popped into place.

I picked up the paddle. Unlike the electric cable, which made a terrifying whoosh through the air, the paddle was silent. Since he was blindfolded he had no idea what was happening. He yelped in surprise the first time I brought the paddle down on his ass. Instead of spanking him regularly with the paddle, I did it very irregularly. Since he was blindfolder, every stroke was a complete surprise burst of pain. Two quick strokes and then I went and had a sip of wine while I let the pain subside. Then three strokes and a long pause. His ass was already glowing bright red. I could sense that he was having difficulty not crying. It was painful but he was a man, and men don’t cry just because their owner is spanking them.

Eventually I decided that he had taken enough. Next time maybe I’d get the cable off Rebecca. I’d never been spanked with a paddle, but I had to believe the cable was many times worse. Next time I’d make him cry.

I pulled the pillows out from underneath his body. His cock was rock hard just as I expected. I slipped underneath his body on my back, with the pillows gone there was enough slack even though he was still tied to all four corners of the bed. I maneuvered my pussy until it pressed against the head of his cock and pressed forward and up. He slid into me. It was my first time spanking someone, but apparently it was a turn-on for me too. I was really wet. I kissed him as I felt him penetrate my body.

He couldn’t really move so I had to do all the work, thrusting my hips up and down his cock. It was hard work, since I had the weight of his body on me too. But it didn’t take long. He let out a long groan and I felt the familiar twitch of his cock and then I knew my cunt was filling with his cream. In fact I could even feel it.

Somehow we fell asleep like that. Me on the bottom underneath him, him on top tied to the bed. When I woke up I wriggled out from underneath him and undid the straps and removed the cuffs. We rolled under the covers and continued our nap.

As originally scheduled, we went out to dinner to one of the best restaurants in the city. He wore a suit but he was also still wearing his collar. I dressed in an expensive long dress, the only one I owned. Although with the money I was earning that weekend I would be able to afford more. I realized I needed a better wardrobe if this weekend turned out to be the first of many. Plus, based on this one experience, it seemed that no matter how well-planned things were in advance, we had to be very adaptable and change things as we went along.

We got back to our room after dinner, nicely merry after a cocktail or two and splitting a bottle of wine.

“Will you be my owner again if I come back for another weekend?” he said.

“Do you want me to truly be your owner?”

“How do you mean?”

“I want you to be numbered. Total commitment.”

“What do you mean? You already wrote your number on me.”

“I mean tattooing it. Permanent.”

“Wow. Are you serious? But it’s late. Nowhere will be open.”

“I expect we can organize it.”

I texted Rebecca and asked her to see if the guy who numbered us all could come to our room. It was half-an-hour later he arrived with a case presumably containing his equipment. I told him what we wanted.

“I’ve never done that before,” he said. “Will he be able to keep hard under the needle? I don’t think it will work if he is soft.”

I had an idea. I went to my purse and got out a small blue pill. Rebecca had got Cameron, who was a doctor, to write me a prescription.

“Take that,” I said.

“What is it?”

“Viagra. It will help you stay hard while you are being tattooed. And if it isn’t enough I’ll suck you whenever you go soft.”

It turned out that sucking wasn’t required. With the Viagra and me just kissing him and stroking his nipples him he stayed hard for long enough. Finally my phone number was tattooed the length of his cock, on the front. When he was erect, no lover could miss it if she sucked him, or if he was on his back. Non-erect, in the locker room or something, it probably wouldn’t show.

His cock was too sore to have sex, but I stayed the night with him even though officially the deal for an Ultimate Weekend ended at midnight. In the morning I got up early since it was Monday morning and I had to go to work. He had to go to his conference. I got the key to his collar out of my purse and undid the little padlock. It would have been fun to make him wear it to the conference but that would not be keeping him safe, as I had promised. We said our goodbyes, knowing he would soon be back.

He got his phone out of his pocket. “hi rebecca, thank you for giving me jill and the best weekend of my life”

He was the first of my girls. Except he was a boy. He would be back. I smiled to myself. Not only would he be back, he’d be paying a lot of money to be back. As Rebecca liked to say, being owned isn’t always easy.