CHAPTER NINE
The rainy winter weather prevented them from sharing an activity that
they both loved, hiking. The best they could do were some long walks
on urban trails within the city. They made plans to go on longer
hikes in the Cascades when summer arrived.
The weekend play sessions mellowed somewhat. They were getting to
know each other's responses and knew how to turn each other on with an
easy comfort. If they had been out late, they would typically come
home to snuggle in the big bed and enjoy nice warm lovemaking. Not
that they were vanilla or anything! Cole still loved slapping her
tits and ass before he held her down for a nice slow ravishing.
Monica still liked to have him get rough and dominant before she was
ready for penetration.
As they had agreed earlier, they spent several Friday evenings
watching foreign films and arty films by American directors. Monica
watched the entertainment media carefully to see when the most
promising films would be released. Her knowledge of non-mainstream
films was astonishing. She managed to enjoy films that put Cole to
sleep. Sometimes only the good photography kept him awake. He could
appreciate good cinematography, even if the plot was incomprehensible.
None of it really mattered, since he was with Monica and he was in
love.
The other part of their early agreement was that he would teach her to
shoot. Specifically, handguns. This was not quite as easy as going
to the movies. Monica had absorbed a fear of guns from the general
culture that she was immersed in during her school years as well as
the sophisticated urban environment that she entered after graduating
from college. Fortunately, she had read some feminist literature that
urged women to buy guns and learn to use them skillfully for their own
empowerment.
Another thing that encouraged her was the fact that guns were
everywhere when she was growing up in Idaho and she associated them
with masculinity. Seeing Cole handling a firearm like he respected it
and knew how to use it, made her wet and subby.
On a cold and misty Saturday morning at the outdoor pistol range, he
taught her to use a .38 caliber revolver. She turned out to be pretty
good at it, although there was still a voice inside her head that made
her feel guilty for learning. Cole was a good shot with the .38, but
he preferred a .45 semi-automatic. She was stunned to see him produce
a flurry of rather large holes in the small vital areas of the
cardboard silhouette targets.
After the lesson, when they were sitting in a warm restaurant, he
explained that he often carried a pistol when he went into areas that
he considered risky.
"I've had a permit for years. It's nothing unusual these days," he
said. "Any adult citizen can get a concealed weapon permit if they're
willing to go through the process. I had to have my fingerprints
taken and wait for a background check, of course. They look for any
history of mental illness or criminal activity. It takes a couple of
months."
Monica seemed a bit surprised. "I didn't know it worked that way. I
thought you had to be someone special, like a politician or
something."
"When I lived in L.A., only the lawyers and the rich people were given
permits. I like this system much better," he said.
Leaving the restaurant, they returned to the house for an afternoon of
unusually intense lovemaking.
One weekend, they agreed to schedule a serious play session in the
dungeon. Monica prepared herself by shaving every hair from her
svelte body below the neck. Cole prepared by putting up the leather
sling in one corner of the dungeon. The sling was suspended from the
ceiling at waist height and was designed to allow someone to lie face
up on it with their weight comfortably supported. Except for their
arms and legs, that is. The limbs were typically raised and spread,
then fastened with leather cuffs to the four chains that suspended the
sling.
In the bedroom, he slowly undressed her and kissed every square inch
of her smooth skin. He put the comfortable leather cuffs on her
wrists and ankles. After a period of rough kissing and fondling, he
led her down the stairs to the dungeon and helped her onto the sling.
When he raised her legs to fasten them to the support chains, she was
quite surprised to see how her ass and cunt were hanging just off the
edge of the leather platform. She had never quite felt such a feeling
of exposure and vulnerability. Her wrists were soon attached above
her head.
He knelt down between her spread and upraised legs and began to
lightly kiss the area around her clitoris. Then, he started pushing
gently on the sling to make it swing backwards and forward just a few
inches. He placed his lips in position at the farthest point of
travel and waited for her moistening cunt to come to him for more
little kisses and nibbles.
Reaching for a soft blindfold with an elastic band, he kissed her
mouth softly for a few moments before placing it around her head,
cutting off her vision. She detected a slight hint of her own
natural scent on his lips. She could not see him look at his watch.
"Do you trust me, little subby girl?"
"You know I do darling... I mean Master." she said in a dreamy voice.
"That's good, Little One, because we're going to move a step forward
tonight. You must trust me now. There's nothing to worry about. I
have good reason to think that you're going to enjoy this and I know
that I will. I expect you to remain calm and accept whatever happens.
Will you do that for me?"
"I'm fine Master, go ahead. You know I love surprises."
"I think I have a good one for you this time. I'm going to go
upstairs for just a minute to get your surprise. Don't run away."
He quickly went upstairs and found his old friend Nikki, AKA: Mistress
Valeria, waiting outside in her car. Seeing him wave from the front
door, she hurried in and gave him a big hug. Following their plan,
they went quietly downstairs to where Monica was waiting in the sling
with her legs held apart and her cunt wide open for all to see.
Blindfolded, Monica had no way of knowing who had entered the room
with her master. She tensed briefly, until she smelled a woman's
perfume. Then she heard a sexy female voice that was both seductive
and dominant.
"Hell-o, aren't you the sexy little slut. Do you always hang around
with your cunt available to everyone? Call me Mistress Valeria,
accent on the second syllable. Your master has given you to me for
the next hour or so."
"Mistress Valeria! I've heard my master speak of you. Your perfume is
very unusual. What is it?"
"Patchouli and Poison. Be quiet now, I want to put you through some
tests. If you speak without being told to do so, you will be
punished."
Still blindfolded, Monica drifted into a relaxed state that she knew
would help her endure any kind of SM play that the good Mistress
Valeria might wish to inflict upon her. She trusted her master to
have things under control and in fact she could hear him moving
nearby.
Mistress Valeria placed her small toy bag on the table next to the
various instruments of pain and pleasure that were already present.
She quickly surveyed the tools that were available to torment the
beautiful slave Monica and from the depths of her bag selected a
Wartenburg Pinwheel. Attached to a six inch stainless steel handle,
the wheel was about an inch in diameter and had sharp spikes along its
rim. It was originally designed to help Neurologists locate areas of
skin that were numb due to nerve damage. It was also a favorite toy
of the SM crowd.
Valeria approached Monica's well displayed, defenseless form and stood
beside her. "I want you to hold completely still, you little hussy.
This test will continue until I'm satisfied that you are submitting to
my wishes. You are not allowed to speak. You are not allowed to
come."
She placed the small spiked wheel gently against the inside of
Monica's right wrist and gradually moved it down the arm, passing the
inside of the elbow and making a strong impression on the sensitive,
perfectly shaved armpit. Monica moaned involuntarily and her muscles
quivered with her effort to hold still. There were faint marks where
the spikes had pressed into her skin.
She heard her master speak now. "I love it when she tries to hold
still." From the tone of his voice, she could tell that he was very
much into his dominant role now.
"She's a beauty, Master Cole," she heard her sexy smelling tormentor
say.
The intense sensation of the wheel gradually moved up and down her
body from wrist to ankle and side to side. Only her head, nipples and
genitals were spared. Her captive position on the sling made it
impossible for her to hide any part of her body from the demanding
woman who was completely in charge. All she could do was twitch and
moan. The suspended position was quite comfortable and the sexy
torture seemed to go on forever. She felt herself slipping away from
reality and into a state of erotic torpor.
After a long time, Valeria noticed that Monica's cunt was getting
nicely lubricated. "You're wet, wench." The comment woke Monica
from her trance and generated a rush of embarrassment that caused her
to blush in some very unladylike places. Her entire body seemed like
it had been sensitized by the wheel and she realized with some alarm
that the feeling of anything touching her skin would now be amplified.
"She does respond nicely", Valeria said, looking over at Cole who
simply grinned.
Setting the spiked wheel aside, Valeria put on a pair of latex gloves
and turned her attention to Monica's naked cunt. Spreading the
already open outer lips, she gathered some of the slippery fluid and
carefully spread it to all the sensitive areas. Then she began a long
massage of Monica's inner and outer labia, carefully avoiding the
clitoris.
Monica's little moans soon turned to grunts and pelvic thrusts. "Hold
still, you nasty little slut. I'll tell you when you can come."
Monica obeyed the order as long as she could, then the stimulation was
too much for her and she started wriggling frantically to bring her
clit into contact with the teasing hands.
"Aren't we the little wiggle worm. You'll get six cane strokes on
your pretty ass for disobedience. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Monica was more distressed by the fact that the astoundingly talented
hands were removed from her cunt. However the burning lines that
appeared one at a time on her unprotected and lewdly stretched
buttocks quickly made her want to obey.
"Let's try this again. Hold still this time!"
The hands returned to her slippery cunt lips, sliding up and down,
pinching and stretching. Monica was nearly catatonic from the long
period of unrelieved sexual stimulation.
After a terribly long time she heard, "I think I've had enough of that
little amusement and I doubt if you can take much more. Have you been
depriving her of sex, Master Cole?"
Valeria moved forward and carefully removed the blindfold, leaving
Monica blinking in the soft light of the dungeon. She looked up to
see who had taken such complete control of her and saw a handsome
woman with long, raven black hair and a skimpy leather outfit that
displayed an alluring figure.
"Hello, Mistress Valeria," she said softly. "Please don't stop."
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet. Just relax for a minute
while I put on a condom. Have you ever been fucked by a woman?"
"I don't think so," she said uncertainly, not quite understanding the
meaning. Was Valeria a man? It didn't seem possible.
"Well, you're about to be fucked. Now, where did I leave my cock?"
she said absent mindedly as she turned to the toy table.
Monica watched in fascination as Mistress Valeria removed her leather
outfit revealing a perfectly normal female body. No penis visible
anywhere. Her pubic hair was nicely shaved too, Monica noticed.
Valeria reached into her black toy bag and pulled out a large strap-on
dildo that was a perfect replica of an erect penis. Even the texture
and flexibility of the pink plastic was correct. Using the leather
straps, she fastened it around her body so that the artificial cock
was positioned perfectly. Then she ripped open a small foil packet
and quickly rolled a condom down the shaft. What Monica could not see
was that there was a small extension on the rear of the dildo which
would provide Valeria with intense clitoral stimulation.
Lying helplessly in the sling, Monica was feeling very submissive as
she anticipated the feeling of the plastic cock fucking her overheated
sex. Having a beautiful woman take charge of her was very
stimulating, but she felt like she was really doing it for her beloved
master. She looked over at Cole and wondered if he was proud of her
for demonstrating her obedience.
Monica looked at Mistress Valeria approaching between her spread and
upraised legs. Even without her exotic leather outfit, the woman was
still very sexy. She admired the long black hair and pretty breasts.
Valeria used her hands to move the latex clad cock up and down
Monica's swollen, red labia. When she felt that Monica was about
ready to burst, she slid the cock carefully into the well lubricated
passage. Gently stroking in and out, Valeria was being stimulated
herself, by the action of the dildo against her own center. Her
helpless victim, however, was still deprived of clitoral stimulation.
"I'm glad I didn't use any lube," she said in Cole's direction, "your
little slut is really wet. She's quite a treasure, you know."
"I know she is," Cole said as he moved closer to stand near Monica.
He reached out to touch her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples
in the way that he knew she liked. "I'm very proud of you, Little
One. Allowing your master to give your body to another is an
important step in your submission."
Cole could sense that Monica's mind was far away in a pre-orgasmic
fog. Judging by the hardness of Valeria's nipples, she too would soon
give in to the repetitive clitoral stimulation that was provided by
the ingenious dildo. He moved behind Valeria and gently reached
around to cup her breasts, which he had always admired. While Valeria
was working herself towards a climax by fucking his little slave girl,
he provided a bit of extra stimulation. His goal was to make them
both come at the same time. He remembered that she liked a slow
pulling of her nipples and he gradually worked them into stiff peaks
of pleasure. She responded by pushing her chest out to encourage his
efforts. In a way, he was serving her, but he was also controlling
her. A bit confusing, but lots of fun, he thought.
Valeria was the first to come. As she began to quiver and shake, Cole
moved to Monica's side and reached down to stroke her neglected clit.
Within seconds. Monica was wracked by her own massive convulsions of
ecstasy. They each let out a loud scream of pleasure that seemed to
encourage the other to greater heights. He absorbed the intense
sexual energy from the two passionate women. He could feel it in his
own body, but knew he'd have a chance to satisfy himself later. He
hoped it would be soon. Very soon.
When their energy was spent, he helped his dominant friend to a pile
of pillows on the floor and covered her quickly with a blanket. Then
he moved to release Monica, who seemed to be comatose.
Within a few minutes, they both recovered and started chatting about
their experience. Their conversation quickly turned to the fact that
Cole hadn't come yet and the three of them tossed out ideas for
providing him with satisfaction. They decided that Valeria, who Cole
had started to call Nikki, would recline on a soft pad with her knees
spread wide so that Monica could be taught the art of cunnilingus as
practiced by the famous Mistress Valeria. Cole would kneel behind
Monica and fuck her while she worked.
Monica learned fast. Whenever Nikki/Valeria felt that she was doing
something incorrectly, she would wave a hand in Cole's direction and
he would stop his doggy style thrusting until Monica was doing it
right. This was great fun for a while, until he said in a strangled
voice, "Dammit Nikki, I can't hold back any longer!"
She quickly responded, "Fuck it man! Go ahead and come! Shoot a big
load into your pretty little come receptacle."
He certainly did. His vision blacked out from the intense pleasure of
coming inside the tight slippery tunnel that his lover offered him.
Then he was the one who collapsed on the floor while the women
continued their lesson. Shortly, when he appeared to be asleep, they
both looked at him, then smiled at each other knowingly.
Nikki, left an hour later after lots of hugs and kisses all around.
Monica turned to him and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"She's really special. Is she the one you had a relationship with?"
"Yes, that's her. One of a kind. Do you want to play with her again
sometime? I'd say she enjoyed herself enough to be interested in a
rematch."
Monica hesitated, "I'm not sure right now. I just adore her as a
person, but I don't think that submitting to a woman is what I need.
I was really doing it for you, you know."
"I thought so. Well, it's not important. Since we both like her,
we'll see more of her socially, I'm sure."
