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By *icentious OP Couple
over a year ago
Up on them there hills |
1st meet
He looked down into her face and watched.
He saw the flicker of dilation in her pupils; she was ready. Her bottom lip swelled, she was more then ready.
Taking hold of her wrist he felt a slight resistance, a reluctance. The pleasure began to spread into his groin.
He tightened the wrist straps and pulled the restraints taught, straightening her arms above her head, her back flat to the bench.
Taking hold of the flogger he put the smooth wooden handle to her mouth, letting her lips feel the smooth ridges of the handle, the bulbous end that stops it slipping from the grip.
Everything stopped. ‘Give her time to think’, he told himself.
He look round.
There were a number of people who had come into the room. The desperate drones, hands already busy beneath the towels wrapped around their waists. Two couples also stood watching, the males in towels, the ladies in underwear. The one with the red Basque and panties with high black heels caught his eye.
He beckoned her over.
‘Stand over the other side of her, so I can see you.’
He bent over the woman in the restraints.
He ran a single fingernail down her neck, following the contour, scratching the jugular.
He moved her hair from her ear to give him access. ‘You’re going to get fucked tonight,’ he whispered. ‘But first you must earn it’.
He started on her nipples.
‘Gently’, he told himself, ‘there’s plenty of time’.
He let the tips of the floggers flail do the work, some to sting a little, some to sensuously stroke and tease.
It wasn’t the power; it was the finesses that made her groan.
Two stronger strokes, then he stopped.
The flogger, he placed so the leather flails slid down her inner thighs and onto her sex. The handle was slowly and deliberately placed on to her lower stomach, the bulbous part of the grip he rested in her navel.
Then he waited and watched the room.
He smiled; one of the drones hadn’t lasted. The lady in red had her pants to one side and was playing. She saw the look in his eyes; then stopped.
He looked down on the woman.
They had been chatting on the website for a few weeks now. The messages becoming more intimate, his more directive. It was her who had suggested meeting at the club. The swinging scene was something he’d no experience of, so the invite was a challenge.
It had taken him ages to get ready, twice he’s been tempted to cancel the meet, but his cock had lead the way and here he was and here she was and it was time to turn his attention back onto her body.
He looked into her face. To him, her face looked pensive, checks raised, eyes tight shut.
He took the paddle; he was gentle as he brushed the leather side across her lips.
Her eyes instantly opened.
He passed the paddle to the woman in red and reached behind for the blindfold.
‘You shouldn’t have looked.’
As he fastened the fold he noticed the woman was wearing a wig.
He smiled to himself whilst he gestured for the paddle; perhaps the collar and cuffs matched, she was shaved smooth on her head too.
The fur side of the paddle teased the woman’s cheek, then, followed the trace of his earlier fingernail.
The first pass of the paddle caught her perfectly across the end of the nipple - she cried out. He used the fur side to gently rub the end, before lifting quickly to turn the attention of the leather side to the other nipple.
He built up the speed and power in each of his strokes; the woman’s breasts were now reddening nicely.
Suddenly the girls knees came up, he stopped and place his fingers into her vagina. She was soaking.
Passing the paddle to the lady in red, he gestured for her to use the fur side to gently stroke and soothe the nipples and breasts.
His hands opened the woman’s legs and he attached the straps of the spreader just above the knees.
On the way to the meet, CeeMe , her users name, had sent him explicit photos of her finger teasing herself.
He had stopped the car, unzipped his trousers and took a video of what she was about to get, deliberately focusing in on the precum.
Her next message had told him she was in the club and would meet him in the social area downstairs.
Now they were upstairs in one of the rooms specially designed for this type of meet.
The cuffs of the leg restraints were attached and the restraints pulled tight, stretching CeeMe, making her ready.
With the lady in red still paying attention to CeeMe’s nipples, he picked up the flogger and started to tease the inside of her thighs, using the leather ends to traverse and tease flesh between the hip and pubic bone until he reached her navel.
Flicking the leather flails back he pulled it back across her inner thighs and up to the navel. The next flick became harder. The next harder still. Increasing the speed of the stroke he fixated on her labia.
As her sex reddened, he reached across and inserted a vibrator, carefully placing the clitoral stimulus and switched it on.
The focus of the flogger was now on the vibrator.
With a nod the lady in red stopped being a lady and turned the paddles to the leather side
CeeMe writhed against the restraints, her stomach muscles tensing, her thighs quivering, her breathing became shallower, then he stopped.
Stopped the vibrator, the flogging, the lady in red.
CeeMe screamed. ‘Please, please, please, let me cum’.
‘What’s the word?’
‘Sir, sir, please let me cum.’
He turned the vibrator over so the clitoris part now stimulated her anus and started it.
He took the paddles of the lady and bent her head so she was sucking CeeMe’s nipples.
He waved Lady in Reds partner over to start licking CeeMe’s clitoris.
As CeeMe started gasping at the start of her orgasm, he dropped his towel, bent over her and face fucked her.
As CeeMe hit her peak, he allowed himself to release over her face. With his fingers he eased the last of the cum out over her neck and breasts. He took lady in red by the hair and forced her to lick and kiss CeeMe cum laden face.
As he tied the towel back on his waist he smiled.
He waved to the drones franticly play with themselves, ‘bukkake party boys’.
And left.
It was over half an hour before she came to meet him in the bar. She wasn’t in the corset, flared skirt and white hold-up’s she had met him in.
Now she wore a loose silk dress the cohered to her curves, less sexual, more sensual.
‘I needed a shower,’ she smiled.
‘Please sit here.’ He stood up. ‘Let me get you a drink’.
She nodded to the take–a-look-twice transvestite behind the bar and instantly a frosted glass of wine appeared.
‘Thank you Trudy’.
‘No prob’s Cee”.
He went to pay, but Trudy flicked her hair back, smiled, pouted and sashayed off.
‘You don’t pay for drinks, CeeMe?’
‘Just Cee, please.’ She took a long drink. ‘It is part of my membership deal.’
He touched her shoulder, letting his fingertips feel the texture of the dress.
‘You were very good in there Cee.’
She smiled giving nothing away.
‘I don’t know how you can give yourself up to someone like that, perhaps I should order you.’
She stopped him.
‘I am sexually submissive; it is a release from my everyday life. I think you will find things very different outside sex. I’m I CLEAR?’
He felt an instant, confusing loss of power.
‘Yes, soz, it’s a bit new to me.’
‘Would you get me another drink, please? Something’s make me awfully thirsty.’
As he ordered the drinks he looked carefully at Cee, he’d a distinct feeling they had met outside the club, couldn’t place where though.
After blowing a kiss at Trudy he returned his attention to Cee.
‘You want to Fuck Trudy?’ Cee’s tone had an edge.
‘No it’s just that he… she… Trudy is different to people I mess about with. Wouldn’t last 10 min’s where I come from.
‘Good, remember I choose you, do not cross me, understood?’
‘Understood.’
She was turning into a right bitch.
Her tone changed, feline, playful. ‘Jay, can I call you Jay…. J2C is such a mouthful.’ She dropped her eyes. ‘In more ways then one.’
She put her hand on his chest. ‘If I am a good girl…Sir, will you come to the club on Saturday. If I am a good girl, Sir, you can reward me, If not…’ she stopped looking at the growing bulge in his trousers. ‘…If not you might want to punish me.’
He felt the power return.
As they drank it soon became apparent Cee was well known in the club, people came and talked, some he recognised from the website, well he did when they introduced themselves. One or two proved the saying “the photo never lies” wrong.
While everyone was friendly, there was always a distance kept when Cee was about. She purred like a cat around them yet he sensed the claws were never that far away.
It was at the end of the night he felt them again.
‘So I’ll see you on Saturday Dee?’
‘It could be a problem, I have arrange to…’
‘NO, I WILL SEE YOU ON SATURDAY’, she flipped again to purr, ‘I will be yours, and only yours to do what you want to…. And I mean anything.’
She kissed him so sensually he would have exploded if he hadn’t had the thought, ‘I hope she used mouthwash.’
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