THE BACHELOR PARTY
My college buddies were a great bunch of guys. The wild crowd, not me so much.
I didn't like the feeling of giving up control so I was more subdued as far a
partying goes. All that meant was that I was the one that usually drove them to
their debauches. I did my fair share, but I was always faithful to Phoebe. A
point of interest that drove my best friend, Jay, absolutely crazy. That is
until the bachelor party. These guys wanted me to have one last fling before
the old `Ball and Chain' gig, so they got me a professional. Not only that, but
the hotel room to go with it. I was having so much fun, that when they put me
into the room, tied up because I had said `No,' so many times in a row. I had
resigned myself to my fate. No thoughts beyond feeding the fire that had been
burning unrelieved for the past four years. The little guy, thinking for me
again. I almost looked forward to it. Just a quick fling before matrimony to
take the edge off my lust.
I didn't expect what walked into the room. A Dominatrix carrying a long leather
whip. I felt my eyes go wide and my pulse go up. That's not all that came up
as I looked at her. She was the exact opposite physical type from Phoebe. Tall,
and lean. Pale blonde hair, and icy blue-eyes. Long fingernails and strong
lean legs that went up about a mile. She tapped the end of the whip against her
calf and said with a smile.
"Hello, novice." The black vinyl corset barely covering the tips of her
breasts. Honey pink tips peaking from underneath the darkness. I started to
speak, and she shook her head. "No, don't. Not until I tell you too, and only
when I ask you a question." I felt my dominant maleness trying to leak out of
me, in protest to being bound, helpless, and she gagged me. Leaving me lying
there while she set up her stuff. Laying it out on the nightstand in a little
row. Lubricant, some bead-things, and condoms. She laid out a pair of shorts,
and a shirt. My clothes, I noticed, before she took a pair of scissors to what
I was wearing, leaving me naked on the bed. I struggled. "If I leave, I'll
leave you tied up and naked for the maid to find in the morning. I don't think
that's what you want, so just be quiet and hard and good for me. Okay?" I
nodded. She put her hand on my organ, and it hardened to granite under her
fingers. "Roll over." When I hesitated, she flipped me on her own, putting her
knee into the small of my back as she re-secured my wrists together. "I don't
like to repeat myself, Adam." She tied me to the bed, not letting me loose at
all. Moving down and criss-crossing the ties on my legs. When she released me
I flipped back, but my legs had been tied so I was spread-eagle. Her eyes shone
with amusement, and she tightened everything down so I was spread-eagle with my
hands resting in the small of my back. She took the gag off.
"I don't like this, let me up now." She slapped me, hard. Not enough to leave
a mark, but enough to jar my senses. I was stunned, but my cock wasn't, it
leaked with desire.
"Don't lie to me. I don't like it. You would be softer than this." Her
fingers found my sex. "If you didn't like it, so be quiet if you don't have
anything intelligent to say." I shut up. "Your friends told me to get you off,
but not damage you for your wedding night, so relax." She took a deep breath to
control herself, and backed away so she could look me over. Running her hands,
and her nails, over my chest, my waist, my legs. The whip lying on the coverlet
between my thighs. She focused her entire attention on me, never faltering in
her intensity. Pressing, pinching, and exploring. She met my eyes with a
question and ran her hand up between my buttocks to the unexplored region behind
me. Tiny pressure on the opening that clenched to prevent invasion. "Ever had
a man, college boy?" I shook my head, speechless, but not softening. Her
finger slid into me, and I twitched with the effort of trying to expel her. It
only let her go deeper into my anus. All the way to the knuckle, her limber
digit pressing upwards on the gland inside me. I groaned, and rolled my head.
She fucked me with that one finger, slowly. Never rough or hard. Just easy in,
out. Watching my face change colors with the effort of not crying out. Another
finger joined the one inside me, stretching me. Her free hand taking a hold of
my penis, and squeezing it in the exact cadence of her thrusting hand. I felt
myself approaching orgasm, and couldn't believe that I was going to come like
this. Orgasm with her one hand in my ass, and her other milking my dick. I
closed my eyes to let it come, and she pulled away. Leaving me gasping with the
pain of being interrupted. I rolled my head, and felt the whip strike the top
of my thighs. I yelped. "Roll over." She ordered. I hesitated. "I can beat
your legs, or your ass. I can tell you from experience that the ass hurts less,
now do what I'm telling you to do." I did it, slowly. Reluctantly, almost not
doing it. "You are so ready to come, that if I leave you right now in this
torment. You will suffer all night. I don't get off, you don't." I lay on my
stomach. My penis aching between my legs, and so sensitive to touch that the
bedspread felt like sandpaper rubbing against it.
She put her hand on my ass, and kneaded it gently. Rubbing the hard flesh until
it felt almost as sensitive as my cock. I learned later that it was to get the
blood flowing to the area before the whipping so it would hurt more with less
effort.
"I have ten little beads here, and I am going to put them into you." I shook my
head, no. "Oh yes, because it will make you cum like you have never in your
life cum before, and you want me too." I suddenly felt helpless, and powerless.
"Relax into it. Just feel." She opened my buttocks and slipped the first
slippery bead into me. Murmuring softly, and slipping all ten of the beads into
my ass, until I felt stuffed with them. Telling me to keep them inside me. She
left me lying there for no more than a minute, before taking her whip, and
hitting me with it ten times. One stroke for every bead. By the tenth blow I
felt tears in my eyes. I tried to swallow them and be silent. Brave, you know?
She still knew, and watched with the fascination of a cat that has caught a
bird. Telling me to roll over. She stroked me gently, while she rolled a
condom unto my still hard penis. Slipping out of the g-string that she was
wearing to straddle me facing backwards. I have never been harder in my life,
and I swelled to unbearable proportions when she slid her tight hot cunt unto my
cock with a sound of deep enjoyment. The beads filling my anus with a sensation
such as I had never known before. She rode my organ and leaned down. Taking
the ring from the beads in her hand, she pulled one out. I groaned, as the
sensation of that bead sliding from my ass awakened the soreness of my buttocks,
and the need in my cock. Trying to pull my arms free, my legs straining. I
felt my whole body tightening by degrees. The feeling getting deeper and more
profound with the exit of each one of those slick hard beads being drawn from me
by her hands.
"One more, baby. Let it come now. Come on." She ordered as she jerked the
last one from me, and came on top of me. Her head back, shoulders shaking.
Fingers grabbing at my thighs as she kept working me until I too detonated under
her. My jaw, like iron to keep from screaming with pleasure. Head rolling
helplessly back arched from the bed. Wave after wave of the most intensely
satisfying release that I had ever had. Overflowing me.
She stay on top of me, until I was completely spent, and then stood up, shakily,
to go to the bathroom. She came back with a towel. Taking the condom off, and
wiping me. Including my backside, wiping off the lubricant she had put on the
beads. Releasing my legs from their confinement. Letting my arms loose last so
that I lay on the bed, free. Looking up at her. She went to the dresser and
handed me a package from the guys. My wedding present. She watched me open it.
The box filled with toys. Including another set of those magic beads. Some
bondage magazines from Sweden, and a nice set of handcuffs.
"Are you pissed?" She asked finally, in the heavy silence. I sighed as I
looked up at her.
"No." I said, shaking my head. "Puzzled, intrigued, horrified." She laughed.
"Well, as long as you're not pissed." I laughed too, and put everything back
into the box, to ask her questions. She was fascinating. Being from where I
was I had never in my life talked to a professional hooker before. She laughed
harder. "God, no. I do this for fun. Your friend, Jay, knows my husband.
This is just for you. Your wedding present."
"You're not going to tell anybody that I liked this, are you?" She looked a
little sad, when I said it. She smiled, somberly. Kissing me, softly on the
lips. Breath sweet.
"Honey, what people do in the privacy of their own bedrooms is a gift from God,
not anything to be ashamed of. He invented sex, why not enjoy it?" She left me
with that thought. Sitting in the hotel bed, with a red, satisfied ass. I took
a shower, and lay back down to sleep. Thinking about the intensity of my
reaction to the whole thing. By the time I had fallen asleep. I had convinced
myself that it was only the natural reaction of my body to four years of
celibacy, not because I got off on bondage.
