Landing

Kate was sitting in Heathrow airport waiting for the flight to Nice when her cell-phone rang. James explained that he was going to be delayed in Paris and would have to take the later flight. He told her that he had got the local office to arrange a car to pick her up and take her to the hotel since he wouldn’t be there with the rental car, and she should look for the driver with her name. Her flight was called almost immediately and so she had to go. She was a bit annoyed, yet another airport meeting that would not quite connect. Still, at least he had got a message to her rather than just not being there.

Everything went well at the airport, the driver took her rucksack and soon she was at the hotel, discovering that James had phoned ahead and that her room key was waiting for her. She went up to the room and lay on the bed. After about 10 minutes the phone rang and a man’s voice said that James had arranged for her to have a massage while she was waiting around for him. “Remember Calistoga,” he said that he was meant to tell her. She thought back to the massage that she had had in California.

She could have the massage down in the spa/gym area in the basement, or in her own room. She elected for her own room and arranged for the masseur to come in about half an hour to give her time for a shower. She was feeling happier about the trip already, after his annoying delay back in Paris.

She got into the shower, taking a razor with her so that she could go through what had by now become a ritual just before she met him, shaving her lips and thinking of how his fingers and tongue would soon be running over them. She put on the big white towelling bathrobe that the hotel had provided.

Soon there was a knock on the door and the masseur came in carrying what turned out to be a portable massage table that he set up in the centre of the room. He introduced himself as Pierre. He poured her a glass of wine while they chatted. Then he left the room briefly and she took off the bathrobe and lay face down on the table under the cool sheet. When he returned, he put headphones on her playing soft classical music. He also put a sort of eye-shade on her. He oiled his hands and started to massage her. After about 15 minutes he turned her over so that she was on her back and continued. With the travel from Britain, and the hassle of the airports, the darkness of the eye-shade and the music, the massage relaxed her totally. Soon she was having a quick nap.

Waking up

When she awoke she wondered where she was for a moment. Then she remembered the massage and the eye-shade. She wasn’t sure if she was on the massage table or her bed, or even if she was alone. She reached up to take off the eye-shade but she found that her arms were fixed to the table. She could feel now that there were cuffs on her wrists, and soon discovered that there were cuffs on her ankles too, also fixed to the table, her legs parted but not obscenely so. She wasn’t quite sure since they didn’t seem to be fixed, but there seemed to be cuffs around her legs just above her knees and a sort of collar around her neck. She was surprised to find that she was not terrified. She assumed that James had set her up for something, but she was more than a bit apprehensive since she had no idea what.

Pierre spoke: “Ah, you are awake again.”

“What is going on, Pierre?” she asked.

“You call me ‘master’ now, not ‘Pierre’ and you are not to talk unless you are spoken to. That will result in a punishment later.”

She heard the sound of a camera taking a picture, even heard the sound of the flash but she realised that the blindfold must be much more than the eye-shade that she have been given earlier since she was not aware of the flash at all, nothing interrupted the blackness.

“Are you photographing this?” she asked.

“You do not speak until asked. And you must call me ‘master’ as I just told you. That will be another punishment later. You are being photographed so that we can prove to James that we followed his wishes. Maybe he will let you see the photographs, I don’t know.”

She sensed that there was someone else in the room along with Pierre, which was confirmed when he spoke to them.

“Attend to her nipples,” Pierre said.

Kate felt something cold and metallic being put on each of her nipples. By the way that both breasts were being handled at the same time she deduced that there were two people in the room along with Pierre. Whatever was being put on her nipples seemed to be being tightened slowly. She decided that they must be some sort of nipple clamps that had a screw adjustment to tighten them. She felt herself being excited by the tightening of the clamps, the feeling slowly getting stronger. Her nipples started to harden. She noticed the sound of the camera again.

“That’s enough,” said Pierre, and the clamps were left at a level of tightness that was intense and just short of painful.

“Since you cannot see my assistants,” Pierre continued, “I had better describe them to you so that your imagination has something to work on. Chris and David are both in their twenties, both naked and excited by your body. David is black. What a shame that you can’t see his proud cock. But you will get to experience it later as long as you are suitably obedient. Chris is shorter than David but his hard cock is bigger. I’m sure you will enjoy it.”

Tied down

Kate felt a pair of tongues on her nipples. The points of the tongues were stimulating her nipples where they stuck through the tightened clamps. As the tongues excited her, her nipples got harder still, pressing against the clamps in a way that was both painful and exciting, like wiggling a loose tooth. She was aware of the clamps being tightened slightly. Her whole mind was focused on those two points of her body, the strong sensations overwhelming everything else. Even having both nipples being licked at once was something that she had never experienced before, and her only experience with nipple clamps was quite recent when James had bought a pair to Scotland. But these were clearly a more advanced model, with exquisitely subtle adjustments to the level of pressure. Suddenly the stimulation got stronger still, as the nipple clamps started to vibrate. She had never had such strong feelings in her nipples, pain and pleasure mixed together to a level where she almost had to grit her teeth to prevent shouting out. Unlike James, she never stroked her own nipples when she masturbated, although she liked it when James stroked them. She knew James liked both playing with his own nipples and the way she pinched and even bit them when they were together.

“OK,” said Pierre. “David, hold her open so that Chris can lick her.”

The tongues went away and the level of vibration in the nipple clamps was turned down. She felt a pair of fingers sliding down across her stomach, through her remaining pubic hair. The fingers stroked her outer lips gently, smooth from being shaved less than an hour ago. Then the fingers were less gentle, pulling her lips up and out roughly so that her clit would be exposed. She could feel that it was hard. A tongue started to lick her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Lick her hard, Chris,” said Pierre. “James said that she really likes that once she is excited. You can pinch her clit, even take it gently in your teeth.”

The tongue increased in intensity. She felt the fingers of a second pair of hands start to stroke her inner lips, fingers exploring her sopping wet opening.

“You must say ‘I am coming master’ when you have an orgasm. James told me that you do not come obviously.”

She lay back and revelled in the sensations. The clamps on her nipples continued to keep them excited, almost a pins-and-needles feeling. The fingers on her outer lips held her wide open. Two fingers were just inside her cunt, circling inside her. The tongue on her clit was really stroking her hard now, occasionally pressing her clit against teeth. She felt the waves of pleasure of her orgasm start to build up.

“I’m coming,” she said.

“I’m coming master,” Pierre emphasized.

“I’m coming master,” she whispered as the orgasm took control of her body, flushing her face and her breasts.

“Move her into the fucking position,” Pierre said a few moments later.

Her ankles were released and she felt her body being moved forward so that her bottom was just over the edge of the table. She almost felt that she was going to fall. Her knees were pushed back and out and a bar placed between the cuffs pushing them so far apart that it was almost painful at her hips. This was then attached to the collar around her neck in some way, and the collar attached to the table. Her wrists continued to be pinioned up above her head. She guessed, correctly, that the table must be at waist height so that she was lying on her back with her knees pulled up by her shoulders and her legs spread wide so she could be fucked by someone standing. She heard the camera again and thought that the picture must be almost obscene in its gynaecological detail. But she knew James would be excited looking at it later and imagined how he would masturbate back in California as he relived her evening.

Tied in position

A tongue started licking her again, making languorous stroke the length of her lips, probing a little into her opening before sliding up and over her clit.

“Lick her arsehole too,” said Pierre.

She expected the tongue to start to take longer strokes to take in her arsehole as well as the length her cunt. Instead the tongue stopped at her clit and started to circle it. A second tongue gently licked the area around her arsehole, spiralling into the centre of her little anal volcano before starting to probe into the crater. She felt her arsehole relaxing, as the tip of the tongue started to push deeper into her. The unexpected excitement of it all had her coming again in no time.

“You came without telling me, didn’t you,” accused Pierre.

“Yes,” Kate admitted.

“And you didn’t call me ‘master’”

“Yes, master,” she whispered.

“Coming without permission is a serious offence. That will be a more severe punishment.” She heard the whoosh through the air of a cane or a whip or something and tensed for an impact that didn’t come.

“Punishment will be later,” Pierre said as if in answer to her unasked question.

“Are you ready to be fucked?” Pierre continued.

“Yes, master,” Kate replied.

“Fuck her, Chris,” Pierre said. “But put that clit tickler on first. James said that she might not come just from being fucked, although apparently she has sometimes recently. But we wouldn’t want to have her miss out on an orgasm. James told us how much she likes to come again and again.”

Kate felt someone against her thighs and then there was a cock pushing slowing into her opening. She was so excited that her body barely resisted, her cunt relaxing to admit the cock knob as it pushed deeper and deeper into her in a single slow stroke, her juices flowing freely to ease its journey. As the cock got deep into her she felt the clit tickler fall perfectly on its target. It was excitingly rough. “Like a cat’s tongue,” she thought.

The cock in her started to make slow strokes, pulling almost out of her each time before penetrating deep into her and finally the cat’s tongue pressing her clit and then rubbing roughly across it. Each stroke seemed to add to her level of excitement.

“Stick out your tongue,” Pierre ordered. She did so and it touched David’s cock hovering just over her face. He moved his cock back and forth slightly, and she moved her tongue in time with him. He moved so that his knob was in her mouth and she licked around it. She felt like she was 100% sex, a cock in her mouth, a cock in her cunt, her clit being rubbed, her nipples still being buzzed. Being tied up and blindfolded added to the excitement by adding a layer of mystery. The cock in her cunt started to go faster now. The cock in her mouth started to fuck her deeper, pushing into the back of her throat. She felt her orgasm building.

“I’m coming, master,” she mumbled around the cock in her mouth.

Moments later she was saying “I’m coming again, master.”

The cocks did not stop their movement and her pleasure just continued to build.

“I’m coming, master,” she said, the orgasms following one after another. She felt like she must be bright red all over. Then the vibrating at her nipples stopped and the cocks withdrew from her cunt and mouth. She felt her body being rubbed gently with warm oil that she could smell. The nipple clamps were removed and her breasts massaged with oil too.

Chris

She felt her wrist cuffs being undone and so she moved her hands down beside her from up above her head. Her upper body and legs were still restrained by her collar.

“Hold out your hands,” Pierre said. She moved her hands out and turned them palm up. She felt cream or jelly being placed in first one and then the other.

“David, let her feel you,” said Pierre. She felt David’s cock on her fingers. She imagined what he must be like in the darkness of her blindfold. He was uncircumcised and quite large. She imagined his black cock with its pinker knob. She felt down to his balls. She was surprised for a moment, wondering if he must be a teenager, before realising that he was shaved. She stroked his hairless balls and the length of his shaft, feeling the cock kick in excitement.

“Now you Chris,” said Pierre. Chris’s cock felt a bit smaller, but excitedly hard. She felt down to his balls and was surprised that they felt so different. Then she realised that she was feeling the furrows of a woman’s cunt, her middle finger fortuitously slipping into the wetness at the centre of her lips. She was shaved too. The cock was a strap-on dildo, with very lifelike skin feel to it. She could feel the clit tickler at the base that had felt so good between her legs.

“Stroke them both,” Pierre ordered.

She stroked David’s cock, her oiled fingers sliding easily up and down. There seemed little point in stroking Chris’s fake cock so she reached lower and massaged the mound of Chris’s sex, rubbing the jelly into the folds, feeling the hardness of her clit on the palm of her hand, Chris’s lips sliding between her fingers.

“Time for her punishment,” said Pierre, and she felt Chris and Dave move away leaving her hands empty. Again she heard a swoosh through the air but no impact. She felt pretty vulnerable, bent double with her buttocks hanging over the edge of the table. Her natural inclination was to move her hands to cover her buttocks in protection but she knew that this would only provoke further punishment and so she left them by her side.

“I think it is ten strokes,” said Pierre, “five for not saying master and speaking without being asked, and five for coming without telling us. Just so you can imagine it, I am holding a little riding crop about 2 feet long, thin and flexible with a little leather square of leather on the end to sting and get the horse moving. And to heighten the sense of anticipation I think we will give the 10 strokes you deserve, but only 6 will touch you; Chris and David will get the other 4 on your behalf. David, stroke her clit to take her mind off the pain.”

Kate felt fingers open up her outer lips and a finger start to roll in small circles on her clit, making it hard. She heard a whoosh and the noise of the crop impacting flesh, but she felt nothing except the fingers on her clit jerked. Presumably a hit on David’s bottom. Then another swoosh and she felt a stab of pain in the centre of her buttock and heard herself cry out. The finger on her clit rubbed harder. Another swoosh. This time the impact was right on the softer skin beside her arsehole. She was surprised that despite the pain it was very exciting, or maybe it was just David’s finger on her clit. The next swoosh did not hit her and she heard Chris yelp. She heard the next swoosh and tightened for the impact on her bottom but instead it was on the inside of her thigh, exposed as it was by the way she was trussed. Then another yelp from Chris. The next swoosh sounded a bit different, closer, and she wasn’t really surprised when the sting came on the underside of her breast. The next one was on her thigh right by her sex, the leather stinger just catching the edge one of her outer lips. David took the next one, his fingers jerking hard on her clit at the moment she heard the impact. The last one was for her and she braced wondering where it would fall. The swoosh was not so loud, a gentler stroke, and she felt David’s fingers uncover her clit just before it erupted in surprise as the leather found its unprotected target. David’s finger was back rubbing her hard clit as it throbbed with pain and excitement.

“I’m coming, master,” she remembered to say.

David

“Chris, rub jelly into her arsehole,” Pierre said.

Fingers started to massage the sensitive area around her arsehole, probing lightly into her before sliding a single finger deeper into her, a little deeper each time, fucking her arsehole. She heard a vibrator turn on and then felt its exciting throb on her clit. The vibrator increased in intensity and she felt two fingers in her arsehole now, her body relaxing as she got more excited. She felt fingers in her cunt too, two, three, then the beak of all four fingers wrapped around a thumb pushing into her, spreading her, exciting, intense, hurting all wrapped up together. If she got any more turned on she felt that her cunt would swallow the whole hand.

“Fuck her, David,” said Pierre.

The fingers in her arsehole were removed and she felt a cock push against the opening of her arsehole. But the fingers had widened her already and it did not take much pressure for the knob to slip inside her. She felt more lubrication being rubbed around her arsehole and the cock in her. In small strokes, gradually increasing in size, David’s cock started to fuck her, all the while Chris’s fingers continued to fuck her cunt and the vibrator delivered pleasure through her clit.

“I’m coming, master,” she said, feeling the waves of her orgasm tightening her body around the cock in her arse and the fingers in her cunt.

Suddenly the blindfold was removed. Kate blinked at the sudden unexpected brightness before she looked at the scene. Pierre was still fully dressed holding a camera. Chris was an attractive brunette with long curly hair and big breasts, mid-twenties or so. The fake cock stuck out from her belly incongruously, and she could see Chris’s sex below it with the pink tongue of her inner lips nestling in the nude parting between her legs. She had one hand in Kate’s cunt and was holding the big mains-powered vibrator on her clit. But the biggest surprise was David the black man, who was not David at all but James, smiling at her as he hammered her arsehole vigorously. This time she could see the flash of the camera as Pierre captured the scene.

When what she supposed was David had pushed into her arsehole she had been slightly disappointed, she felt that having enjoyable anal sex was a project that she was working on with James, a project that might take months of fun buildup. She knew he wanted to fuck her arse and she wanted him to do so, provided she would enjoy it. The realisation that he was fucking her and she was enjoying it made her come almost immediately.

“I’m coming James,” she whispered.

“So am I,” said James, his hips jerking into her arse.

Chris and Pierre undid the straps holding her to the massage table, and took away the bar spreading her legs. James undid the cuffs from her ankles and wrists. Pierre folded up the table and left.

And then there were three

The remaining three of them lay down on the huge bed. James cuddled Kate, absentmindedly also stroking Chris’s ample breasts. He bent down and gently kissed Kate’s nipples, sore from the clamps.

“Can James fuck me?” Chris asked Kate.

“As long as I can join in!” said Kate.

Chris knelt on all fours on the bed and James moved behind her. He was erect again already. He looked down at the view of her bulging sex, almost obscenely framed between the two black harness straps that ran down between her buttocks and on either side of her cunt lips. He pushed into her opening, already wet with excitement from the proceedings of the evening. Kate moved across the bed so that her hips lay under Chris. She pulled the artificial cock into her so that Chris was fucking her as James fucked Chris. She could feel when James slid into Chris, and it pushed Chris forward, Chris’s hips pushing the clit tickler onto its target. James felt like he was fucking two women at once. He thrust harder into Chris so that she, in turn, pushed harder into Kate. In no time all Chris was coming, her first orgasm of the evening.

“It felt really different fucking you now that you know that I am a woman,” Chris said to Kate.

“It also feels different being fucked by you now I know you are a woman,” Kate replied.

Kate rolled out from underneath her, and pulled up her knees to her shoulders in much the same position as she had been tied earlier.

“It’s your turn to fuck me, James,” she said, “I’m aching for you.” She reached down and pulled her outer lips open inviting him in. James moved over her and slipped into her held-open cunt for the first time that evening. Kate reached up and pinched his nipples hard. “Now where are those buzzing clamps?” she teased.

Chris came up behind James as he slowly made love to Kate. As he slid in and out of Kate, Chris put her fake cock on the bulls-eye of James’s arsehole and slowly pushed it in. This was a new experience for James, fucking Kate while Chris was bent over his back fucking him. Kate reached up around James and pinched Chris’s nipples, smaller than hers but just as erect.

“I’m just about coming,” said James, increasing the tempo. With her knees up high, Kate was taking him in really deeply, and each time he entered her it pulled excitingly on her clit. Chris increased her tempo too and started to fuck James really vigorously, making him come and pump into Kate’s cunt. She felt his slick warmth inside her just as she felt her own orgasm begin. The three of them collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, cuddling together.

Kate fell asleep. When she awoke Chris had gone and the whole evening was like a dream. The room looked perfectly normal. James was fast asleep. “Typical,” she thought. She looked over at the desk; there was a pile of photographs there. She sat down in the hotel arm-chair and looked at the first one. It was a picture of her innocently asleep on the massage table, the sheet covering her demurely. In the second, the sheet had been removed and she was naked. Then she was being tied up by James, Pierre and Chris, who were all still dressed. There must have been something in the glass of wine that Pierre had given her, or she would surely have woken up.

Her legs naturally draped themselves over the arms of the chair and her finger wandered down between her lips as she looked at the story unfold in photographs. It was odd how different the photographs looked from how it had felt at the time. For example, there was a photograph of her being fucked. At the time she had thought she was being fucked by a man in his twenties, and a young black man had his cock in her mouth. In fact she was being fucked by a woman with a dildo and it was James who had his cock in her mouth. It was a pity, she thought, that now she knew the secrets, that Chris was a woman and David was James, she could never choose to re-live the evening the way she had experienced it the first time.

Unseen by her, James woke up and looked over, quietly watching her pleasure herself. Her finger slowly stroked her lips and her clit while she looked at the photographs one at a time. She looked up and smiled as he got out of bed. He knelt before her, his tongue taking the place of her finger. He licked her clit in the way he knew she liked, while she looked at the photographs. She had to pause a couple of times before she had got through all of them, to enjoy the pleasure of an orgasm taking control of her body.

“Did you have an invigorating massage?” James asked, pronouncing the ‘a’ so that it sounded like ‘ass.’

“Very Nice,” Kate replied, pronouncing ‘Nice’ like the city where they were.

“That would be a good story title, wouldn’t it: ‘Nice Massage.’”