A while back I went and visited my folks, and while I was there I ran into the
guy who'd been my best friend's beau back in high school. First guy she ever did
it with, and he still doesn't have any idea how much *I* know about him!
Anyway, he and I have always gotten along great, and he asked me to go
to dinner to him. I thought maybe he was going to try to hit on me - which
wouldn't have been bad! - but unfortunately he was the perfect gentleman. Damn!
I wasn't quite so nice myself. I got pretty plastered, and spent most of the
night bitching and moaning about how shitty things had been going for me after
I'd split up with my ex. Especially with regard to bucks. I wasn't earning
enough to get by on, and the twit who I'd rented a room to had taken off for
parts unknown after she'd run my phone bill way up. Not funny. All that had to
do with why I'd gone to visit the Folks in the first place. Loans-ville. They'd
agreed to help me out, but my dad had to dump on me about my ex, over and over
again, until I'd just about told him to take his money and shove it. Couldn't do
that, however, so I just stopped listening to him, and kept my mouth shut.
Anyhow, Dean (I'll call him that) got an earful about all this from me during
dinner. Poor guy! :( About the only thing that would have made it worse would
have been if I'd barfed in his car on the way home. Thankfully, I managed not to
do that. Not by much, but it was a win! After that little performance, I figured
Dean wouldn't be calling me again in this lifetime. So I was totally surprised
when he called the next morning and asked me to go have a drink later. Hah! Just
what I needed - another drink! Yuk!!! Still, it sounded like Dean had something
he wanted to me about, so I agreed to go. I also couldn't pass on another chance
at him! [Okay, here comes The Great Story! I'm going to try to re-create the
scenes and write up the conversations, so please cut me some slack if they don't
come out quite right...] ===== "Tell me something, Katherine..." He *never*
calls me by my full name, so here it comes! "Sure, Deano. What do you want to
know?" "Last night you were talking about needing money. Have you ever thought
about... ahhh... selling your physical attentions?" It took me a second to get
his meaning, and then I laughed out loud. "Nope. Can't say that I have! Since
when did you ever have to pay for it, anyhow? "Not to me." "Oh? Who to?" He
proceeded to tell me, quite seriously, that he had a friend who was "corked up
tighter than a drum", as he put it. Married guy, lots of bucks, wife turned back
into a virgin on him. Too straight to go get himself a girlfriend. But real
kinked-up. "What kinda kinks?" "Just about anything you can think of, he's
probably into it. He gets turned-on thinking about dominate women. Like biker
chicks. He says he fantasizes about getting attacked by one." I laughed again at
that. "Dean! Shit, I'm about as dominate as a librarian!" I didn't say it, but
lately I'd been feeling like a total wuss. "Oh, you could do it. If you wanted
to." That was sweet. Made me feel good, despite the weirdness of it. I'm sure I
smiled at that. "So, how do you know so much about what this guy's thinking? You
two 'work out' together or something?" Implying with my tone that they were gay
boys - it's always easier to be flip! "He's been trying to talk me into going to
Nevada with him. To go to the whorehouses. A couple times he's gotten tipsy and
said a lot about it." Like me. Two drunks, pissing and moaning to each about
their problems, and playing Fem-dom games. I could see it. Yuk-a-poo! "Sorry,
Deano. I need the money, but that ain't something I'm into. Your buddy'd want a
refund." "Okay. I just thought I'd toss it out. Lemmee know if you change your
mind." ------ Dean politely dropped the subject after that. He did, however,
invite me to go on to dinner with him again that night. I agreed - so long as he
promised not to let me drink too much this time! Like I said, Dean dropped it.
But I didn't. I just shut up about it until we'd gone into the bar for an
after-dinner Irish coffee. "So, what's this guy want, anyhow? Some chick to
strap one on and do him up his backside?" Dean smiled at that. "Maybe. Really,
I'm not quite sure. I know a few things. For one thing, I know he gets turned-on
by watching women smoke. I'd just lit a cigarette when he said that, and he
looked at me and smiled as he said it. Two points, Deano! "That's easy. What
else?" "He'd like to do that while he's having sex, to be more exact." The
vision of that made me smile even wider. No big deal. But Deano saying it made
me feel like I was in my starkers with him right there - I think I may even have
blushed a little. "What else?" "Peeing. He says he wants somebody to pee on
him." "Jesus, Dean! I can't even go pee if there's somebody in the stall next to
me!!" Neither of us said anything more for several moments, and I was just
starting to talk again when the waitress came up to see if we wanted another
round. I'm *sure* she heard me say, "Smoking and peeing. Anything else?" She
acted pretty cool, but she must have thought Dean and I were playing Let's Make
A Deal right there at the table. I thought, "Well, the hell with it", and after
she left I asked him again, "Anything else?" "Those are the only two things I
know about for sure. Especially the smoking. He'd probably go for sexy lingerie
too, especially if it's on the raunchy side. I'm not so sure about things like
getting handcuffed, but that could be. For that matter, the thing you said about
the strap-on might be right up his alley too. But if it is, it's not something
he's ever said anything to me about." "So a strap-on might just be right up that
big old alley of his, eh? Sounds like he's my kinda guy." Smiling as I said it.
"Sorry about that." He apparently hadn't realized what he'd just said there.
"How about pain? Shit like that?" "I don't know about that. He's never mentioned
it." "Dean, you really think I could do any of that? With some guy I've never
even met?" "Sure. If you wanted to." I'd set myself right up for that one. I
waited for Dean to say more, but he pissed me off by not doing it. I could tell
he was making me be the one to ask the next question, and I didn't want to say
it. But I finally couldn't help myself. "So... How much?" "Don't know. I know in
Nevada, that sort of thing would cost a bunch. Guys pay a lot extra for anything
that's the least bit kinky. That's how the girls make the big money." I realized
I was lighting another cigarette as he said that. "What's he look like?" That
one just came out - I wanted to bite my tongue as soon as I heard myself say it.
Whoops! "He's probably...." Dean went on to describe him in terms of height,
weight, hair & eye colors, and all that sort of thing. I don't think I heard a
word he said. It was time to go. "Well, Deano, I'm *very* flattered. It's not
for me, but I think you're sweet to think of me that way. Now, if it was *you*,
maybe we could talk...." I gave him a big grin. With that, I got up and kissed
Dean on the cheek. He took me home, and that was the end of it. ------ It was
the end of it for just about two weeks. To make a long story short, I burned
through the bucks I got from The Folks just paying down my cards, and I was
still way short. Far enough short that I was hating answering the phone for fear
it would be another asshole wanting some bill paid. I wasn't living high at all
- I was literally eating macaroni for most of my meals, and my clothes were all
turning into rags. So, I called Dean. "Deano, I'm busted. If this thing you
talked about with that friend of yours is real, I'm ready to talk about it. I
don't care what he looks like. Just promise me you'll never tell anyone about
it." "I wouldn't. That's not my business, Kat. If you need the money, and you
and him can make it work, then fine. He's really a nice guy." "I'm thinking
serious money here, Dean. A hundred bucks won't do it." "You need to talk to
him. I know he's got it. But you need to get him warmed-up, cause he can be very
tight with it." "So how do I call him?" "If you're serious, I better call him
first." "What are you gonna tell him about me? Don't tell him I'm for-sure about
this! Just tell him I might be up for talking to him about it. For krisakes,
*don't* tell him my friggin' name! Just tell him I'd probably be willing to meet
and talk about it." "Gotcha. What name would you like me to use?" ----- I about
pooped my panties when we hung up. Jesus - was I really gonna do this? Fuck it!
I can at least go meet the guy for a drink. See what he's like.... ===== What's
hidden in all this - that Dean either already knew, or guessed at right, or got
lucky on - is the fact that I happen to **like** sex. I'm not a nympho, but by
then the idea of doing this had definitely started to get my juices up and
running. Still, the thought of actually meeting the guy sent me into a total
panic. No Goddamned Clothes!!! Nothing! I couldn't exactly go play the great
Biker-Chick-Sex-Goddess wearing my friggin' worn out sweats! Shit!! [The thing
about the clothes gets me to a chapter of this that I could write about for
hours. It *deserves* it - in lots of ways, it was the main chapter of the whole
thing. To keep from getting bogged down in it, however, I'm just going give you
a *real* short version...] There's a woman I know who lives downstairs from me
named Jeannie, who I thought I could borrow some leather pants from. Something I
could at least wear to go meet the guy. Assuming he was willing to do that -
which now I *needed* to plan on happening. Well, it turned out that she was
really into all this, and she got into telling me all kinds of things about
playing a Dom. Once we got to talking about it, I started realizing that it's a
Hell of a lot more complicated than I'd first thought. Anyhow, Jeannie was
really helpful. And, she loaned me the pants and some other things. I didn't
tell her this was a money thing - she just thought it was for some new guy I was
seeing. She even wanted to take me to a BDSM club she and her man go to - they
have "Newbie Knights"! I didn't go, but I soaked up what she told me otherwise.
----- Fucking Dean didn't call me back for nearly a week. Then he called and
said he'd talked to the guy, and it was cool. Call him!!! While I'd been waiting
for Dean to call me back, I'd practiced at playing a Tough Bitch / Biker Chick
in front of the mirror. I messed around with different hair-fixes and make-up,
and I played with smoking in ways I thought he might get off on. I didn't want
to look toooo tuff - just enough to get his attention and keep him interested.
Real interested! *grin* I also practiced pissing while I was standing up in the
shower. Just in case this did come off. I wasn't so sure I could do that part,
but I did get so I could aim it pretty well. I imagined the drain as his face,
and the mat as his body... Anyhow, by the time Dean called me, I felt like I was
as ready for this as I was ever going to get, so the next morning I shut my
brain off and called the guy. Got right through the secretary, and there he was
on the phone! "Hi, this is Karen. Dean said I should give you a call." Just like
that. Sultry voice and the whole bit! Slam bamm, meet him for drinks this
Saturday afternoon, hang up the phone, and that was that. Damn! At least he
sounded okay. Meet for drinks only - I could do that. ===== I found the place (a
hotel bar) with no problem. Half hour to spare. That was good, cause I was all
pitted-out, and nervous as all get-out. I immediately went for the Ladies',
washed off the pits, and re-did my face. Then I went out and got a drink. The
guy showed up about five minutes later - almost as early as me. Good. We
recognized each other immediately, and he came over and asked if I was Karen.
Yup! We chatted about bullshit for a couple minutes. Like "Have any trouble
finding the hotel?" Fuck no, you think I'm some kinda moron? (not that I said
that). When I figured the time was right, I took out a cigarette, hung it off
the corner of my mouth, and asked him if he had a light. I'd practiced this in
the mirror, and I had it down pretty good. Well, it turned out the stupid fucker
didn't have a light - even though he smokes himself! After he finally figured
out that little fact and stopped feeling himself up, he scrambled his ass over
to the bar and got us some matches. It was all I could do to keep myself from
laughing!! When he'd lit my cigarette, I leaned back in the chair, half-closed
my eyes, and took a long drag while I looked at him. "So. Dean says you might
like to play sometime..." Again, I'd rehearsed this bit in the mirror. Fucker
stammered around some, generally saying that he thought that, yes, that might be
fun. "Dean tell you I need the money?" "No. He didn't say anything about that."
Real flustered, but trying to collect himself. I looked away from him and took
another long drag, intentionally "smiling out loud", but not saying anything.
Letting myself get into it. He really wasn't such a bad guy. Actually, he was
kinda cute! Finally I looked back at him. "Well, I do." Pause. "And I *would*
like to play. If you want to." Take another drag. Look at him. Starting to have
fun with this... "How much do you want?" "A lot. I need it." "How much is 'a
lot'?" "Thousand bucks." I didn't bat an eye when I said it. "That's a lot."
Acknowledging, not arguing. Good. "Half back if you don't think it's worth it."
I shouldn't have said that!! Damn me!!! Once the heavy ice on this stuff had got
broken, we talked okay together for almost an hour. Mostly I was just letting
him digest the price I'd said and check me out. I was feeling pretty good, so
this was going to be his call. We danced around a lot about exactly what it was
he wanted. Either he was too embarrassed to come right out and say it, or he
simply didn't know. He wanted *me* to tell him what he'd get, but how the hell
could I do that? The one thing he was real clear about was that for that much
money, he wanted a lot of *time*. Okay.... He did confirm the bits Dean had told
me about the smoking and the water-play. When I specifically asked him about
pain-play, he said he hadn't thought about that before, but that he'd "maybe be
willing to some". Not making it real easy for me! :( Overall, my take was that,
like Dean said, he mostly just wanted to be taken over and used by some Tough
Chick. I also got the definite feeling he was getting a hard-on as we talked
about this stuff, and I liked that. At least we seemed to be hitting it off
okay! Anyhow, we agreed to do it. (!!) Same place, next Saturday afternoon. I
even talked him into advancing me two hundred bucks right then, so I could get
some stuff for us to play with. The poor guy even went off go find a Cash-a-matic
machine! *grin* Once he'd split, I changed into some innocent stuff I'd brought
and went by for the night at my folks. They probably thought I'd come by to hit
them up for more money. Wrong this time! I even fixed dinner and did dishes.
Never mind that my crotch was wet while I was doing it! ===== The next week was
more panic. At least it was a better controlled panic this time. The short
version of this one is that darn near every night Jeannie and I went shopping
for some hot undies for me to wear. I started wondering if she had a dyke streak
in her, but after about the third store I didn't give a damn if she did. Let's
just say that little Jeannie got to see *lots* of ME that week! She also
loaned me a couple of other things, and lectured me constantly on stuff. I bet
she was one *Wet Woman* when she got home those nights! I managed a last-minute
trip to the Toy store by myself. Jeannie doesn't get to know *everything*,
right? ===== HOTEL "Give me a full thirty minutes. No less. Then you can come
up." I took the room key from him, and went and got my duffel bag out of the car
and took it up to the room. Once inside, I right away stripped the covers off
the bed and figured out where I could anchor the tie things - Jeannie had said
hotel rooms suck when it comes to this kind of stuff. I guess I was lucky, cause
it didn't turn out to be that big a problem. After the bed was rigged, I
stripped myself off and got into my fancy undies. (Garters are a *major* bitch!
At least I didn't wreck anything...) Then I put all my outer stuff back on -
didn't want him to see me in my "hots" toooo soon! *grin* Still five minutes to
go. Try to relax. What have I forgotten? I stashed a couple things in the
nightstand, and looked over the layout. Gave myself one more mirror-check, and I
was ready. ----- Right at thirty minutes I heard a knock on the door. "Hi."
After I'd let him in and closed the door, I put my hand on his arm and kissed
him on the cheek. "Now go into the bathroom, and take off all your clothes. Put
this on, and come back out here." I gave him a little black leather cock pouch /
g-string thing. As he took it, I gave him a little squeeze on the crotch.
Without saying a word, he took the pouch and went into the bathroom, just like
I'd told him to. He even closed the door. *grin* Jeannie had told me I should
start slow, and so far so good... When he came back out, my first reaction was
that he looked silly wearing the pouch. My second reaction was that he had a
pretty nice body! I stifled both those, and simply looked him over for a moment,
doing my best attempt at a critical expression. He just stood there, waiting for
me to tell him what to do next. "All right. Now let's put this on." I went up to
him and fastened a leather collar around his neck. "Now then, while that's on,
I'm in charge. You do what I say. When it comes off, we can go back to the
regular world. But for now, this is the real world. Got that?" "Yes." "Let's
start by doing that again. While you have that collar on, you may address me as
'Mistress' or as 'Ma'am'. You may also call me 'Your Highness', if you prefer
that. In any case, you're not to speak to me at all unless you're responding to
something I've asked you. You don't even look at me unless I give you
permission. Got that?" "Yes Ma'am." "Good. Now say, 'Yes Mistress'. I want to
hear how that sounds." "Yes Mistress." "And 'Yes, Your Highness'." "Yes, Your
Highness." "Very good. Now go over and lie down on the bed, on your back." -----
After he'd got into position, I put a velvet mask over his eyes. He'd get
*plenty* of visuals later, but I wanted him to start off just using his
imagination. I attached the ties - wrists first, then the ankles. He was silent
as could be. "Okay. The rules are this. I'm going to do whatever I want with
you. If there's anything you *really* don't like, or want to have stop, just
shake your head from side to side real fast, and make some noise. I'll stop
whatever it is I'm doing and go onto something else. I've got a long list of
stuff planned for us, so you don't need to worry about me running out of things.
"But I want you to do your best *not* to shake your head unless you seriously
think you need to. I'm only going to ask you to do things I really want you to
do. A few of them will cause you some discomfort, but nothing I ask you to do
will cause you any real harm. And other than that one thing you can do to stop
something, I'm in charge now. Okay?" "Yes Ma'am." "Any questions?" "No." "No
what?" "No Ma'am." "All right. Now I'm going to put something called a ball-gag
in your mouth and around the back of your head. You should be able to breathe
okay with it on, and I want you to wear it for me. If you mind your manners and
do as I tell you, we'll take it off later. I just don't want to hear anything
more from you for a while." No response. I put the gag on him. He looked real
helpless! *grin* "Okay. Now let's see... Just one more little thing you need,
and you'll be all set." I went over to my bag a pulled out a butt-plug and some
KY, and came back and sat down next to him again. I squeezed out a little of the
jelly, and worked it around on my middle finger. Then I used my finger to put
some on the end of the plug. "Now arch your ass up here. Time for a quick
prostrate check." No movement. "Come on. Arch it right up." I slapped him on the
hip. "Let's get this over with." He did it. I fished the string out of his crack
with my dry hand, then started working my finger around his butt-hole. Up it.
Tight, but I got things going pretty good. After he'd loosened up a bit and was
nicely lubed, I took the plug and pushed it in him. It took a bit of a shove at
first, but then it popped right in. POP! He let out a sharp noise when it went
in, but he didn't shake his head. "That was too easy. If it comes out, I've got
a bigger one that won't." I did, too. I could see his cock was straining against
the pouch, so I reached in and flipped it up. Felt like a nice one! Not huge,
but nice. ----- After that, I stood up and admired my work for a moment. Then I
went and washed off, and came back out and took off all my outer things. I took
my time undressing, and made sure to emphasize the sounds of the different
things coming off. Zzzipppppp.... Once I was down to my "hots", I paused and let
him just listen to nothing at all, hopefully wondering what I was doing. That
also gave me a chance to think. I really had made a list at one point, and I
mentally reviewed what was on it. I'd long since decided there was no way I
could play this the same way Jeannie would have. What I could do, was just
*mess* with the guy. Try out some different things on him, and hope I'd hit one
or two of his hot-buttons. If nothing else, this was going to be a heck of a lot
more than he'd been getting at home. And, I might just get to have some fun with
it myself! I planned to.... My last step was to put on a pair of fingerless
opera-type gloves we'd found that almost matched my stockings. There's another
name for them, but I never could remember it. I call them "Spider-Woman" gloves.
They're a lot like the stockings. ----- I noticed that he was really hard now -
the tip of his dick was peeking out over the top of the pouch, and I could see
some precum was even starting to ooze out. Poor baby! (meaning his dick) It was
just gonna have to wait! *grin* I got my cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray,
and I climbed up on the bed and straddled his tummy. With my ass maybe an inch
from the end of his cock. I'm *sure* he could feel the stockings and garters,
and I wouldn't be at all surprised if he could feel a whole lot more of me.
After I got settled in on him, I lit a cigarette. Took a long drag, leaned
forward, and blew the smoke down onto his face. "So you like smoking? Well,
we're gonna do that. Smoking and fucking. Except you're gonna need to wait a
while for the fucking part. There's a lot we need to do first." I took another
drag, got real close to his face, and exhaled on him again. "Too bad you've got
that ball-gag on, I'd let you have a puff. Maybe we'll do that later. When your
cock's up inside me. If you've been a good boy." I was very self-consciously
trying to talk dirty to him. I think I do a better job of that when I'm not
trying, but I hadn't relaxed yet myself. "Oh yeah. I was gonna ask. What do you
think I'm wearing right now? Any guesses? Let's start at the top. I'll give you
a hint - I've got a brassiere on. It's not a nice brassiere. In fact, it's a
very naughty one. It doesn't even cover my nipples. I'm looking down at them
while I'm talking to you, and they're getting pretty hard. Especially the left
one - that's always the one that gets the biggest. Maybe I should give that one
a little pinch. See if I can make it even bigger." I did exactly that after I
said it. Pinched and pulled. "Damn. Would you look at that! It's even harder
now. Better do the right one too - wouldn't want it to feel left out." I went on
like this for some time - talking dirty to him, telling him what I looked like,
letting him imagine things, letting him hear me smoke, and blowing it out on
him. Everything I told him was very real - he just couldn't see it. I also
gradually scooted my ass back so I could just barely feel the tip of his cock
against my crack. When the cigarette was done, I stopped, stubbed it out, and
told him, "Hang on a sec. Don't move an inch." As if he could have! Then I got
off him and removed my panties. I'd originally planned to leave them on longer,
but I needed them off now. I'd put them on over the garters, so taking them off
was no problem. When I got back up on him, it was higher up on his chest this
time. "Sorry about that. I had to take off my panties. Now I've just got on my
bra and garter-belt. And the stockings and gloves, of course. My bare pussy's
right here on your chest. It needs some attention." I scooted back and forth on
him a little. "You know, I was looking at that nose of yours there, and I got to
thinking that it might be just the thing. I want you to hold it real still now,
and we'll see how it does as a clit stimulator." With that, I shifted myself up
on him, so my crotch was right over his face. I held that position long enough
to give him a chance to smell me, then I lowered myself down and rubbed myself
ever-so- lightly over him, right against his nose. I proceeded to tease myself
against him, very gently most of the time. A couple times I dropped my puss down
right onto his nose, hard, making it go right up inside. I also dragged my whole
crotch across his face a few times, making sure he could get a whiff of my ass.
Trying to remember as I did all this to be careful not to rub the mask off him.
I hoped he was catching the feel of the garters/stockings while all this was
happening. Mostly I just worked my clit against his nose. (Don't suffocate him!)
I'd never done this to anyone before, and it felt really good. I was also
enjoying the situation, and I needed to remind myself of what I supposed to be
doing. After a bit I lifted myself up again, so I was poised just inches above
his face. "You know, maybe this would be a good time for me to take a leak on
you. What do you think? We'd get the sheets wet, but I bet they'll survive."
Pause. "Ready?" Then without any warning, I hopped off both him and the bed.
"Nah. Maybe we'll do that later. I want that gag off you now." I lifted his head
up and removed the gag, and reminded him that he wasn't to speak unless spoken
to. ----- I got a glass from the bathroom, and the small bottle of Glenlivet
Scotch whiskey I'd brought in my duffel bag. That was what he'd ordered when
we'd first met, so I knew he liked it. I poured one short finger into the glass,
and went and sat down near where his head was. "You know, that was fun, that bit
with your nose there." I rubbed on it with my thumb. It was still sticky from
what I'd just done to him. "I want to talk to you about that some more. But
first, what say we have a smoke?" I lit a cigarette, one of his, and placed the
hand with the cigarette on his chest. "This one's for you. I just had one. You
can't have the whole thing, but you can have a couple puffs." Taking my time, I
trailed my hand up his body, over his neck and chin, and up to his mouth.
Finally I placed the tip of the cigarette between his lips. "Go ahead." He
sucked in on it. When he was done, I brought my hand lightly back down over him,
and rested it gently on his cock. No other movement from me. He'd exhaled as I
was crossing his chest. "Ask me whenever you want another puff. You may have
three, so take your time. You can let me know when you want one by saying
'Please Ma'am' anytime I'm not speaking. "While we're doing this, I want to talk
to you about what we're going to do next." I stopped, and waited for him.
Finally he said, "Please Ma'am". As I was giving him his next hit on the
cigarette, I told him that I wanted him to eat me out. Not just 'eat me out' - I
wanted him to give me the best oral sex he was capable of giving. Better than
any he'd ever given anyone before. I told him that I would give him feedback
while he was doing it, and that I wanted him to listen carefully to what I said
to him. I also wanted him to feel what my body was telling him, and to
concentrate on giving me pleasure. Not simply an orgasm. That too, but I wanted
him to *pleasure* me. When I'd finished telling him that part, my hand was on
his cock again. I removed it to take a drag myself, then I placed it back on his
pouch. Then I waited. "Please Ma'am." This time, as I was giving him his third
puff, I explained to him that in order to do this, I was going to need to
unfasten his ties. But his mask was going to have to stay on. He would have to
move over, and I'd lie back where he had been. Then I'd guide him in between my
legs, and tell him what to do from there. I told him I was going to smoke at
least one cigarette myself while he was going down on me, and that I'd most
likely be playing with my titties with my other hand while he did me. His hands
were *not* to go above my waist, and under no circumstances was he to try to
remove the mask. When I finally paused - my hand was back on his crotch again -
he gave me another 'Please Ma'am'. "No. That's all you get right now. Now it's
time for you to show me that you listened to what I was saying there. But first,
we need to give you some mouth-wash. My pussy doesn't like dirty mouths. "I'm
going to give you some stuff now, with my mouth into your mouth. I want you to
rinse it around real good when I'm done. While I'm touching you, I want you to
be completely passive. Do *not* try to put your tongue into my mouth. Let me
just do whatever I do to you. You don't do anything back. Understand?" "Yes
Ma'am." I put out the cigarette, brushing his cock a little harder as I removed
my hand from it. Then I sipped in just a little bit of the Scotch, set down the
glass, leaned over, and put my mouth on his. I slipped the tip of my tongue
between his lips. Then I opened him up a little and let the Scotch run into him.
It seemed like more than it was. Once it was all in, I went into him more
forcefully with my entire tongue. His mouth got wide open, and I thoroughly
worked him with my tongue and lips for several moments. Then I abruptly broke
with him again. ----- It wasn't the best oral sex I've ever been given, but it
definitely wasn't the worst. And, it sure as hell was the longest!! It was real
nice to lay back and relax. Smoking with one hand, massaging a boob with the
other. "Slower now. Real lightly. Right there..." I didn't time it, but I must
have made him go for something like a half hour. I took it easy on the
tongue-stretching stuff, so as not to strain him. I also let him have a couple
breaks where he just used his fingers. Several orgasms. None huge, but all very
nice! *grin* ----- "Okay. Stop now. Just leave your face right there for a
second." (While I clear my head...) Pause. "Now then, slide down off the bed,
and stand up on the floor. Leave the mask on." I got up myself, took him by the
hand, and guided him over to one of the chairs. "Sit down. There's a chair right
behind you. Now wait there, I'll be right back." I'd forgotten to get the
goddammed ice (!!), so I got into my sweats, took the room key and the bucket,
and went out and found the friggin' machine. It took maybe two minutes to do
that, and I was back in my "hots" again, standing in front of him. I fixed a
small Glenlivet-rocks. Jeannie'd told me no booze at all, but I figured a little
one wouldn't hurt him after all that. I also got his cigarettes, and lit one for
him. "Here, take this." Handing him the drink. "And this." The cigarette.
"You've been being a very good boy, so you may have those if you want. There's
an ashtray on the table, right next to your arm. I'll be back in a couple
minutes. Don't make any messes while I'm gone. And keep the mask on." What he
probably really wanted was for me to wash off his sticky face. Sorry about that!
I retreated to the bathroom, and closed the door. Break time. I could have used
a pee, but I held it. Instead, I just took some deep breathes while I checked
myself over in the mirror, adjusted some things, and brushed my hair back into
place. Showtime next... ----- He'd finished the cigarette and the drink by the
time I came back out, and he looked to be chewing on some ice. "Now, stand up."
I led him out from the chair. "Let's have a look at you..." I walked around him,
running my hands lightly over his chest and upper body as I did so. Then back
around, slowly, this time touching him below the waist. Nice butt! Even with the
base of that butt-plug sticking out. I gave the plug a shove, just to remind
him it was there. I stopped when I'd gotten around to the front again, and
massaged at his cock with my hand for a moment. He was hardening up nicely.
"Let's take this thing off, and see what you've got for me there." I hooked the
g-string with my fingers, and pulled it out and down, so as not to catch it on
him, and let it fall. His cock was standing up at full attention. Hello! "Step
out of those." I ran my nails lightly over his balls. His scrotum was tightening
now that the pouch was off. Then up his shaft. No words. I could hear him
breathing. After I'd played with him like that for several moments, I told him
that I thought it was time for the mask to come off too. As I said that, I
placed my hands on his either side of his jaw, and massaged for a moment. Then I
gently pushed the mask up and over his head. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to
the light. Then he looked at me. "Remember. Don't look at me. Not unless I give
you permission." ===== He was back lying on the bed again now, face up. The ties
and the plug were in place, but there was no mask or gag this time. I was up on
him, straddling his stomach, still dressed in my "hots". "You may look at me
now. As much as you want. Until I tell you otherwise." He did. Not surprisingly,
his eyes lingered on my face and breasts. I allowed him to do that for several
moments before I continued. I could feel my nipples harden as he looked at them.
"We're going to fuck now. Only I need to explain something. This isn't going to
be quite like any fuck you've ever had. First I'm going to take you up inside
me. All the way up. You're not to cum, however. Don't even get close. You
understand that?" "Yes Ma'am." "Do you think you can do it?" "Yes." "I'll let
that one go, but I want you to remember to address me correctly from now on.
"Now then, once we've got you all the way up there, we're going to stop. No
thrusting. No more movement at all yet. Especially not from you. "Then I'm going
to have a cigarette. I'll let you light it for me, and I'll just sit on you and
smoke it for a while. When I'm ready, I'm going to start moving on you. When I
do that, you will stay completely still. Absolutely motionless. Most likely I'll
still be smoking at that point, and you may continue to watch me if you want.
Got all that?" "Yes Ma'am." "Good. Now here's the hard part." I leaned way over
and reached into the nightstand. "See these?" I showed them to him. "These are
called nipple clamps. When I feel like you're getting worked up, I'm going to
put these on you. They're the lightest ones I could find, and I'm going to put
them on you very gradually, one at a time. But they're still going to hurt like
hell. You will almost certainly think you need to shake your head, and get me to
take them off. "I *will* take them off if you do that. But I want you try to go
with it. They won't injure you, they'll just cause you pain. Very sharp, very
intense pain. Especially at first, when I've put the first one all the way on
you. The pain will go away when I take them off. "Now, if you can do it, I want
you to just let yourself experience it. Just like it was any other physical
sensation. Once you've adapted to it, and learned how to detach yourself from it
- if you can manage that - then, and only then, you may begin to fuck me. I'll
fuck you back. What I want is for you to fuck me, and cum inside me while these
are on you." I let him digest all that for several moments. Then I leaned
forward an unfastened one of his wrist-ties. "Give me your hand. I want you to
have an idea what this will be like." He reached his hand up to me. I took it,
and gently placed one of the clamps on his little finger. He winced some. I left
it there. "Do you think you can do this? With these clamps on your nipples? "I
don't know. I'll try. Ma'am." Still wincing a little. With my free hand, I
reached down and squeezed one of his nipples, lightly at first, then much
harder. The clamp was still on his finger. "It is possible. You just need to use
your mind, and find a way to deal with it. To completely detach yourself from
it. Then simply experience it. Try doing that now, while it's just on your
finger." I loosened my pinch on his nipple a little, then I waited. For what
seemed like a long time. "How are you doing?" "Okay I think. Ma'am. Your
Highness." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "All right." I removed the clamp
from his finger, and set the pair down on the bed, where I could get at them.
After replacing the wrist-tie that I'd opened, I silently caressed his face for
several moments. "Okay. Now give me your cock." ----- He did very well with the
clamps. When he finally managed to open his eyes back up, I looked into them
approvingly. Almost lovingly. As I felt him relaxing more, I took another drag
from the cigarette, just to give him one more sensory input to work with. He
eventually began to move against me. Very slowly at first. I matched his
movements. A little stronger now... When I felt him approaching orgasm, I placed
the cigarette in my mouth, closed my eyes, and started thrusting myself against
him in earnest. Faster, harder. I could hear him beginning to grunt. Close now.
Very close. I was making a lot of noise myself by then, despite the cigarette.
He came. BAM! Bam bam bam bam... An extraordinarily long series of spasms. When
they had finally stopped altogether, I reached down and gently removed the
clamps. Then I removed the stub of the cigarette from my mouth. He was looking
up at me. ----- I cleaned him up with a warm washcloth, and un-did all the ties.
Then I pulled the sheet up over him. Time for both of us to take a longer break
now. ===== He was snoozing. I sat in the chair, with a glass of some of the
Scotch and some ice. It was nice to just relax and have a cigarette that wasn't
being smoked for his benefit. It was also nice to just look at him as he slept.
The undies were beginning to feel more natural on me. ----- I woke him up
gently. He needed to use the bathroom. I told him that I did too, and that was
what we were going to do next. I let him go in by himself to do his thing. When
he came out, I had him sit on the bed and unfasten my garters. Take the belt
off. Pull the gloves off. Now pull my stockings down. Carefully! Right off. Now,
unhook my bra. After fluffing up my boobs, I sat down on the bed next to him,
completely naked, and put a hand on his leg. "So tell me. Has anyone ever peed
on you before?" "No Ma'am." "Well, I'm going to. You're going to lie in the
bathtub, and I'm going to stand over you, and piss all over you, up and down.
I've been holding it for hours, so there will probably be a lot. Assuming I can
get it started. Are you ready to do that?" "Yes Ma'am." "Okay. Wait here for a
minute." I went into the bathroom and started some hot water running in the tub,
to take the chill off it. I definitely had to "go". Bad! Back next to him.
"Since you've been being such a good boy so far, I'm warming the bottom of the
tub for you. We'll stop the water and let it drain out before you have to get
in. "Here's how this is going to work after that. You will get in and lie down
on your back, with your head near where the drain is. Put your feet up on the
other end, and make sure to leave some room for me. "When I get in, I'm going to
stand over you, and then I'm going to pee on you. It may take me a couple
seconds to get it started, so be patient with me. "When it starts, I'm going to
direct the stream onto your crotch first, and then I'm gong to bring it up over
your body, and finally onto your face. I'll hold it on your face for a long
time, moving it around to make sure I thoroughly soak your head. "I'm not going
to require you to open your mouth while I do this, but if you can do that for
me, I'd like you to. I promise I'll fill it up for you if you do. You may either
spit or swallow it, whichever you prefer. I'd like you to shallow at least a
little bit of it, but that isn't a requirement. "Except for an ounce or so of
that Scotch, I've only been drinking water all day. So my urine should be very
clear. There's nothing in it that can hurt you. Just try not to get it in your
eyes, cause it'll sting. "Other than being careful about your eyes, you may look
at me as much as you want while we're doing this. You may also have a quick
shower after we're done, regardless of whether you open your mouth for me. Is
all that clear?" "Yes Ma'am." "Do you have any questions?" "No Ma'am." "Good.
Then let's get started. Go turn the water off, and let it drain out. Once it's
all out, go ahead and assume your position in the bottom of the tub. I'll be in
right after that." ----- When he was ready, I went into the bathroom. I'd
debated whether to include smoking in this one, and I'd decided, "Oh, what the
hell!" So I lit a cigarette just before I got into the tub with him. Standing
over him, I put the cigarette in my mouth, and used both hands to spread my
labia. I need them both down there to aim with. With both of us in position, I
looked up, closed my eyes, and tried to relax and get it going. As badly as I
needed to go, for me this was going to be the tough one. I tried to imagine I
was still just practicing... It must have taken nearly a minute, but a trickle
finally started. Once it had started, however, it quickly became a torrent that
I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. ----- He got a first-class hosing off
that afternoon. *grin* All over his face and hair, and through several
mouthfuls. He spat most of it out, but he opened right back up each time. I was
looking down at him, squinting against the smoke, and aiming. When the flow had
completely drizzled out, I told him I was very proud of him. I tipped my ash
onto his cock, and told him he could have his shower now - just as soon as I was
done with mine. "Stay right there, I'll just be a minute." I reached up and
pointed the shower head up, and had myself a quick shower. Nice and warm! I
hadn't planned this part, but I needed it. "Your turn now. Just keep it short!"
After I stepped out of the tub, I leaned back in and told him to take the plug
out while he was showering, rinse it off and leave it there, and then wash his
backside real well. Then I dried myself off, and went back into the other room.
===== "Go sit on the edge of the bed. On the side that faces the window." I'd
put the stockings and gloves back on, but that was it. The only special
equipment he was wearing was the collar. After he was seated, I walked over to
the table, in front of him, and totally ignored him while I fixed myself a
Glenlivet. Still standing, I lit a cigarette, took a drag, and held it near my
face while I blew the smoke out toward the ceiling. Then I placed it back in my
mouth and let it hang there while I stretched. I scratched absently at my pubic
area for a moment with one hand, and used the other to remove the cigarette,
after taking another long, slow drag. This was another scene that I'd rehearsed
earlier. Finally, I sat down on the chair and looked at him. For several
minutes, I just smoked the cigarette, took sips from the drink, and looked him
over. He was looking down at the floor. His poor cock was still trying to point
up, despite his position. I finally broke the silence. "You know, you really
have been being a very good boy so far. I think maybe I'll let you see what a
proper orgasm looks like." Pause. Sip. Smoke. Exhale. "Listen to me carefully.
Over there in my duffel bag, there are two vibrators. One's shaped like a big
dick and it has batteries in it, and the other one plugs into the wall and looks
sort of like a portable hair dyer. Got that?" "Yes Ma'am." "I want you to go get
the one that plugs into the wall, and take it down over there next to the
nightstand, and plug it in. Then set it on the table. Keep your hands off the
nub on the end while you do that, and don't ever let it touch the floor.
Understood?" "Yes Ma'am." "Okay. Now go do it. And don't rummage through the
bag. They're right on top." When he'd stood back up from plugging it in, I told
him to go get the other one, and then I had him sit back down on the bed,
holding the portable vibrator in his hand, by its base. Again, he did that just
exactly the way I'd told him to. Except that when he sat back down, he looked
right at me. "Look down." We waited in silence while I finished my cigarette.
After I'd stubbed it out and taken one more sip of Scotch, I slid my butt
forward on the chair, parting my legs at the same time. My eyes were right on
his, and I snapped "Look down!" at him the instant I saw him starting to raise
them. He was having trouble with this one. Keeping my eyes on his, I started
teasing myself with my fingers. Lightly. Just brushing. When I could feel my
clit beginning to respond, I told him to come over and get down on his knees,
between my legs. With the vibrator. I made him keep his eyes down while he did
this, and I gave him little adjustment instructions until I was satisfied with
his position. Once he was where I wanted him, I spread my legs wider and brought
my clit back up with my fingers. I felt like spreading even a bit wider, so I
placed one foot up on the other chair. He was still looking down. "You may look
up at my pussy now. Only there. Not any higher." His face was just a foot or so
from me. Close enough that I wondered whether he could smell me. I moistened a
finger on myself, and ran it over my upper lip, just under my nostrils. Then I
touched it to my tongue, and added some spit to it before putting it back down
there. I could smell me and taste me both. I like that. While he watched me, I
continued teasing myself with my fingers until I was getting good and wet. I
pushed one just up inside, and brought the wetness out over my labia and onto my
clit. Then two fingers. Getting pretty slippery... "Now, use your mouth to wet
that vibrator you're holding for me. Get it as warm and wet as you can. Put it
way into your mouth, and run your tongue all around on it. Warm it and wet it.
When I tell you to give it to me, first put some more of your spit on it, right
at the end. Then hand it to me, by the base." I let him work on it for several
minutes, while I continued to work on myself. I wet my nose again. "Now give it
to me." I watched him. "More spit than that. Get it wet." When I'd taken it from
him, I told him to just keep his eyes on my pussy. Then I worked it up inside.
It *is* big, so it took me a while to get it all the way in. "Now I'd like a
cigarette. I want you to give me a light, but you're not to look up at me while
you do it. Just hold the lighter up and light it for me. Keep your eyes on my
cunt." I handed him down the lighter. He did as he was told, and I leaned
forward and lit the cigarette, while I continued to watch him. "Now, without
ever touching me - without even grazing any part of my skin - I want you to
reach forward and turn the vibrator on. All the way on. You may use both hands.
Rotate the base clockwise until it stops." He brushed my labs a little as he did
that, but I didn't think that could be helped, so I didn't call him on it. With
the vibrator all the way up and going full blast, I resumed playing with my clit
with one hand, while I was smoking with the other. Keeping my eyes on his the
whole time. Sometimes I dropped the hand with the cigarette down and brought its
fingers into play. I did that mostly for him to see, but I also needed that for
myself. One time I got the middle finger my free hand really wet, and held it
out to him to taste. The cigarette was so close to his face that I thought it
might burn him. When I resumed what I was doing, I let myself get further into
it. After many minutes of this, I came, hard. Good one. It rippled through me in
waves, and I nearly forgot where I was. I know I made a lot of noise, and my
legs shook so violently as it was coming on that they probably scared him. It
really was a good one. I doubt he'd ever seen anything like that. Especially up
so close that way. When it had finally tapered all the way off, I put the butt
of the cigarette into my mouth and reached down and turned the vibrator off
myself. After a moment, I had him remove it from me - very gently, and again
without touching any of the rest of me. Then I stubbed out the cigarette. "Not
bad!" No shit it wasn't bad. We should bottle that one up and make it a ride at
Disneyland... "I'm going to go for one more now. But before I do that, I want
you to use your mouth to clean that vibrator off. Completely." ----- He was
still down kneeling between my legs, looking at my pussy. I had the plug-in
vibrator in one hand, turned off, and I'd just lit another cigarette. "This
time, I want you to feel my orgasm. I don't want you to try to help me have it,
I just want you to feel it with me. "Without touching any of the rest of me, I'm
going to let you put two of your fingers inside my vagina. You'll need to move a
little closer to me for this. Go ahead and do that now. "That's close enough.
Now take two of your fingers, put them in your mouth, and then put them up
inside me. Be very, *very* gentle. You may wet the tips on me a little to get
them more slippery, but do *not* try to play with me." My legs were wide open. I
waited patiently, and took another drag, as I watched and felt what he was
doing. "Now take them back out, very gently again, and put them back into your
mouth. You may smell them first. Wait, watch, smoke.... "Get them real wet, just
like you did with my other vibrator, and then put them back inside me. Gently!
All the way in... Further in... Push! "Okay. Now do *not* move them at all. Not
at all. Just hold them there, and don't look up at me. Just keep looking at my
cunt, and feel what happens to me there. You may rest your other hand on my leg
if you want, but don't move it around." I switched on the vibrator, and held it
up as I took another drag on the cigarette. Then I set the cigarette in the
ashtray, and used that hand to expose my clit. Here goes... ----- This one came
faster. It wasn't as strong as the first one had been, but I could feel myself
twitching against his fingers. I beared down on the twitches, and made sure he
got a good feel. Switch off the vibrator. Pause. "Okay. Now you may take your
fingers out of me. Be gentle. Now lick them off, just like you did with the
other vibrator." ===== "Tell me something. Have you ever heard the term
'snowball', as it applies to sex?" He paused and thought for a second. "Yes
Ma'am. I think so." "Tell me what you think it means." "It's when the woman
let's the man cum in her mouth, then she puts it in his. Ma'am." "That's very
good. A lot of people don't know that term. Have you ever done that yourself?"
"No Ma'am." "Well, we're going to do that now. At least we're going to try to.
Here's how this is going to work..." He was lying spread-eagle on his back
again, naked. No ties this time, but instructed to act exactly the same as if
they were there. No mask, and no plug. The other difference was that I'd propped
his head up on some pillows. I was seated on the edge of the bed next to him,
still wearing the stockings and the gloves. "I'm going to tell you a story about
something I did one time, while I sit here and play with your cock. It's a good
story. I think you'll like it. It's also pretty long. You have my permission to
watch me and what I'm doing to you the entire time. That's why I propped your
head up. "Your goal is cum at exactly the moment when I get to the part where
the guy cums inside me. Not before, not after. Exactly then. I'm going to put my
mouth on your cock right when I get to that part, and you can cum in there all
you want. Fill it right up, and I'll hold it all in. "Now, if you can do that
for me, the next thing I'm going to do is to come up there and give you the
sloppiest, nastiest kiss you've ever had. This time, you may stick your tongue
in my mouth if you want. You may also swallow while we're kissing. It will be a
very long, very wet kiss, and when it's done, your cum will all be either in
your mouth or in your tummy. Understand? "Yes Ma'am." "Have you ever tasted your
own cum?" "Yes Ma'am." "Have you ever eaten an entire load after ejaculating
it?" "No Ma'am." "I didn't think so. Most guys lose their taste for cum the
second they get off. But you'll do it for me this time, won't you?" "Yes Ma'am."
"Good. I'd like that. "The other thing is that, about half way through my story,
I'm going to stick some ice cubes up your butt. I may rub some on your balls,
too. Have you ever had an ice cube up inside you?" "No Ma'am." "You'll find it's
*very* cold. There are nerve endings up there just like there are on the
outside. I'm not going to give you a choice about this one, though. I'm
confident you'll be able to handle it. But the ice may make it tricky for you to
time exactly when you cum. Make it either want to speed up, or slow it down.
Could go either way. Your job is to control it the best you can, and we'll see
how you do with that. Fair enough?" "Yes Ma'am." "All right. I'm going to go get
a towel to put under you, and the ice. You wait right there." ----- I sat
cross-legged on the bed next to him, smoking, and looking only at his cock as I
began to play with it. He was real hard, and starting to ooze some again. The
ice bucket was on the bed next to me, alongside my cigarettes and an ashtray.
"Okay. This story has to do with the first time I ever screwed the guy who has
the biggest dick I've ever seen. And I mean, it was a *big* one. A real
two-hander. My fingers didn't even begin to fit all the way around it. "I had
the hots for him from the first time I ever set eyes on him. But he was a good
friend of my ex-husband's, so I could *not* let it show. See, my ex was the real
jealous type, and he would have kicked the shit out of me if he ever suspected I
wanted to fuck this guy. He probably would have killed me if he found out I
started doing it. I think part of his problem was he wasn't much in the dick
department himself, and he knows I like big ones. Anyway..." ----- As I told him
the story, I fondled his cock and balls, keeping my eyes away from his while I
spoke. Sometimes I used both hands on him. I alternated keeping the cigarette in
my hand when I placed it on him, with holding it in my mouth while I continued
talking. I did the same when it came time to use the ice. He damn near came when
I popped the first cube in him. I choked it off, and slowed him down. After
that, between the two of us, we brought him along just fine. I got so much cum
from him that I about gagged on it. A bunch ran down my chin. But I held almost
all of it in, and then went up and passed it to him, just like I'd said. That
was one kiss I bet he'll remember for a LONG time! *grin* ====== DINNER Hotel
dining room, collar off. We didn't talk about our "activities" at all during
dinner. It was more like the sort of conversation you'd expect on a bullshit
first date or something. Mostly we talked about him - his business, his hobbies,
that kind of thing. He even talked some about his kids. I kept the topic off me
as much as I could. I was quite conscious of the fact that we were still on his
time, so I played the perfect little companion, interested in whatever he had to
say, and as attentive as I could be. That wasn't so hard - after all, "real"
conversations sometimes go like that too... After dinner I asked him to take
me into the bar so we could have an Irish Coffee and a smoke. Once the drinks
had been served, I reached into my bag and pulled out a cigar, which I proceeded
to make a huge production out of unwrapping and preparing. I actually happen to
like cigars, so this was familiar turf. My companion was grinning away during
all this, well aware that it was being done for him. Before lighting it, I
placed it in my mouth and looked over at the bartender. I was pretty sure cigar
smoking wasn't officially allowed in there, so I was half expecting to see him
coming our way already. He *was* looking right at me, and he looked like he was
trying to decide what to do about it. But he looked away when he saw me look up
at him, so I figured he decided to just be cool and ignore it. The place was
nearly empty anyhow, so why bother, right? I lit it myself, again making a big
show of everything. After I had the cigar going good, I took what I hoped would
look like a "thoughtful" puff on it, and leaned back and smiled at him. Time to
go for a little feedback... "So. How are we doin' so far? Had any fun yet?" "Oh
yeah." Big grin. He clearly meant it. "Anything you'd like to tell me about.
Likes, dislikes? Wants?" He got flustered again. Seems like he has trouble
expressing himself on this stuff. I can't recall exactly what he said, but my
main impression was that he was at least liking it in a general way. But he was
sure maddeningly elusive on the specifics. "You know, you did real good with the
clamps. I was very impressed." What I really wanted to know here, was exactly
where he was with the pain play. Did he want more, or had it put him off? "Thank
you. I nearly bailed out on that. I'm not sure I could ever go through that
again." What the hell did that mean? Rather than press him on anything, I just
tried to give him room to say whatever he wanted to say. About anything. We
talked more, but not much came out. I suppose he was partly just decompressing.
On my side, I mostly just listened and smoked my cigar. Finally, I glanced at my
watch - we still had an hour and a half left before he had to split. "It's
early. When we're done with our drinks, you wanna go up and play a little more?
We've got plenty of time." "Sure." I got the idea he was already getting another
hard-on. I silently made a bet myself that he hadn't had this many erections in
a row in years. "Could we," he hesitated, "... just have regular sex this time?
Without the collar?" "Of course. As a matter of fact, I'd quite like that."
Which was true - the play stuff had been fun, but it had also been draining. A
straight fuck sounded real nice. Especially a "pounder". ======== EPILOGUE I
sat back in one of the chairs and watched him while he dressed to go, smoking
what for him would be my last cigarette of the day. I stayed completely naked
until he left. After the door had finally closed behind him, I took a deep
breath. It was over. It had gone pretty good, and now it was over. When I was
sure he was gone, I went and collected all the toys that needed washing, and got
everything cleaned up. Then I packed it all away, including Jeannie's leathers
and my fancy new underwear. Finally, I started the bath water. While the tub was
filling, I pulled on my sweats and went and refilled the ice bucket. Then I
fixed myself some of the Scotch. A big one this time - I had no intention of
going anywhere that night. Once I'd settled into the bath with my drink and a
cigarette (I'm a habitual bath-smoker), I relaxed and thought back over the
whole thing. It had been okay. And it felt real good to have the extra bucks in
my duffel. My thoughts eventually turned to Dean. It still bugged me that he
hadn't tried to hit on me. I could tell he liked me, so what the heck was the
problem? I could see it the first night, when I'd gotten real loaded. Shit,
after all, I *was* pretty gross that night! But why not the second night? I felt
like I'd been pretty clear that it would have been okay by me. More than
okay.... And what the heck was there in all this for him, anyhow? Just doing his
buddy and me both a favor? Perhaps. The thought crossed my mind that maybe there
*was* something else going on here. Like maybe Dean was getting some jollies of
his own by "turning me out" like this. Wanted to see if I'd do it. He'd said it
wasn't his business, but he'd gone to a fair amount of trouble to set it up.
Dean's an operator. He's a nice guy, but he always seems to keep himself in the
deal somewhere. I decided that if that was right - and it was starting to make
some sense - then Dean would almost certainly want to hear some of the gory
details at some point. Maybe he'd call the guy and ask him. But *I* was far more
likely to be the one who would be willing to go into all the little detailed
stuff with him, and Deano had to know that... So I figured that, if there was
anything to this little theory of mine, there was a good chance I'd be hearing
from him. Probably pretty soon. Maybe he'd call and ask me out, and then try to
get me to tell him about it over dinner. Something like that, anyway. And in
that case, maybe old Dean would get himself all hot & bothered, and finally go
after my pants. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, assuming it was true. If
Dean was testing me, he could go fuck himself. I didn't need it. On the other
hand, if he was playing some kind of complicated little game with me... Well,
that might be more interesting. I like games, and I'm usually pretty good at
them. Does he know me well enough to know that? I pondered over all this for
some time. I was getting drowsy. My last thought before drifting off in the tub
was that, if it did turn out to be a game, the next move was my call. Not
Dean's. And I'd need to give that some more thought.... END
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