This is a day IТve dreamt of. For months, IТve watched Allison as she

worked from her desk. IТve watched her as her ass moved in those

business skirts and slacks. IТve watched every curve of her body. How

her breasts stuck out from the tight sweaters and blouses she wore. She

was always playful with the guys. A natural flirt.

IТve always wanted to fuck Allison since the day I first saw her. What

guy wouldnТt? She had a body that any guy would give their left nut

for. And she always walked around with an air of confidence that almost

screamed “I can fuck any guy I want and you canТt do anything about it!”

Today was the best time for me. Her boss was overseas on a business

trip, so she could wear more casual clothes. Today she wore black

slacks with leggings and a black pullover sweater. The slacks hugged

her shapely legs, which made up for the bulky sweater covering up her

breasts. And I found out that she would be spending most of the work

day filing old accounts. That meant she would be spending a lot of time

in the file room, which was the only isolated room in the whole floor

besides the restrooms!

I spent most of the morning preparing for what I wanted to do to her. I

knew she was a creature of habit, going to the file room at set points

of the day. I also knew that the file room doors were left open during

business hours. Anyone could go in there at any time.

By two-thirty, I knew it would soon be time for her to head to the file

room again. I watched as she started getting files ready for her to

bring with her, then I took my afternoon break.

The restrooms on the floor were across the small hallway from the file

room. Most folks donТt take their afternoon breaks until three, so I

knew not too many folks would notice that instead of heading to the

elevators or to the menТs room, I went into the file room.

The file room is filled with racks upon racks of old files. In the far

back of the room was the copying machine. It was out of the line of

sight with the door, so in order for you to see the copying machine, you

had to go through the door, down three rows, then turn right. Many of

the file boxes werenТt put up on racks yet, so I hid myself behind one

stack of boxes and waited Allison to show up.

Sure enough, a minute later, she entered the room. I could hear the

clicking of her “fuck-me-now” pumps against the concrete floor as she

walked towards the copying machine.

Sweat started beading down my face. This was something IТve wanted to

do for a long time! And how here I was going to do it!

I crept out from behind the boxes, making sure I was ever silent. The

anxiety made me hard. I could hear her hum a sweet melody as she set up

the pages to be copied. I got to within inches of her, and I could

smell her perfume. She pushed the copy button. The copy machine was

extremely noisy. You could hear it all down the hallway. It made for

the perfect cover for me.

Before she could turn around, I snaked one hand across her mouth, and

another on her back to shove her against the machine.

“SHHH!!!” I said to her ear. “Not a sound!”

With one hand still on her mouth, I struggled to pull her slacks and

panties off her in a couple of tugs. It wasnТt as easy as I hoped it

would be. But I managed to finally pull them down past her hips. Then

it was another task to open up my fly. Fortunately, I was rock hard,

that part wasnТt difficult for me.

“Nice ass,” I muttered into her ear.

She did have a nice ass. Well rounded, aerobically-toned, and even had

a hint of a tan line. I let my hand linger on it for a few seconds.

But I knew I had to rush this. Allison let loose a whimper when she

realized what I was about to do, but she couldnТt do anything about it.

I pushed her over the machine as far as possible, then stuck my hard

cock into her pussy. She let loose a muffled grunt as she felt every

inch of my rod enter her. Her pussy was nice and tight, every bit as I

hoped it would be!

As I pumped her pussy from the rear, I finally let my free hand snake

underneath her sweater and underneath her bra. Her breast was a

handful, and quite warm underneath that wool. I could swear I heard her

moan in pleasure just briefly as I continued to pump my cock into her.

I pumped her pretty hard, and as I got near to peak, she started to

whimper with each thrust. I wanted this to last a long time.. forever,

if it was possible. Just the feeling of power and control I had over

her, the sensation of her being fucked by me at work.. it was

incredible. But I also knew I had to rush things. Anyone can walk into

the file room and see me fucking Allison. The last thing I wanted to

have happen was a coworker find out what IТve been doing.

Finally, I let loose a grunt as I shot my load into AllisonТs pussy.

She grunted herself as each drop of sperm was shot up into her. Then I

heard nothing, except the whirl of the copying machine and her heavy

breathing. I gave myself one last feel of her bare ass before pulling

up her panties and slacks again, then making my way to the menТs room.

I stayed in the menТs room for a couple of minutes so that I could calm

down. I looked like a nervous wreck! I was sweating up a storm! It

was a good thing I was wearing black slacks too, otherwise folks would

have seen the wet spot around my zipper where it rubbed against her

rear.

I returned to my desk with just a minute to spare from my break. One of

my coworkers asked why I looked like I was in a rush. I simply told her

I stepped outside for a few minutes and didnТt want to be late getting

back from my break time.

It took a few more minutes before I saw Allison come back from the file

room. Clearly she wasnТt the same Allison I saw just fifteen minutes

ago. Gone was the pious “I can fuck anyone I want” look. Instead she

looked almost paranoid, as if she was saying “Oh my god, did anyone see

me get fucked?”

Later that day, I was about to get in my car when I felt a hand snake

around me from behind and cover my mouth. I turned around and saw

Allison in front of me.

“I had no idea you would do actually do that!” she said with a grin.

“Did you like it?” I asked as I traced a hand across her face. “I

mean.. did I hurt..?”

She took my hand in hers. “No, no, it didnТt hurt. It was just soЕ

different! And youТve always wanted to do that to me?”

“Ever since I met you,” I told her. “Thank you darling.”

“DonТt thank me yet,” she said with a chuckle. “Now itТs YOUR turn to

live out one of my fantasies!”

“Hi,” she said. I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk at the

record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that

beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I

immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful

employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I

stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look

helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d

gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What

can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes

back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the

bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with

everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a

real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I

had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that

quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my

coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks

again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,

and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes

and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist

flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,

turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her

cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.

She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had

a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I

think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and

turned, and I brushed some imaginary fluff from her lower back. “Some lint, or

something. There, it’s gone. Let’s see, what’s popular… Spice Girls, of

course, and James Taylor, Celine Dion –” “Those are crap,” she offered. “All

that’s good now is fuck tunes.” “Well, yeah,” I stammered, “there’s lots of good

R&B stuff out now, like Maxwell and D’Angelo –” “That’s what I like, stuff like

that.” She looked around. “Are you all by yourself back here?” I shrugged.

“Pretty much. We’re short-staffed, and only have a few people to watch this big

place. Everybody else is working in books.” “Hmmmmmm.” She turned back to look

at the displays. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to stand so I

would have a great view of her incredible body. The bra she wore was slightly

too small, causing her breasts to bulge slightly in the blue t-shirt. The plaid

skirt lifted and fell as she moved, short enough to show off her tanned legs. I

was sure I was making a puddle of drool on the desk as I stood gazing at her.

Maybe old enough to be a college freshman, maybe not. Did it matter? On the

silk sheets in the bed of my heart, age didn’t (and doesn’t) matter much to me,

and the possibility of anything happening was pretty slim. My stupor was

interrupted again as she turned back to me and strode back to the desk. She

perched in the same position as before, giving me a teasing glimpse. “You were

looking at me the other night, too, when I was here with my friends,” she said in

a conspiratorial whisper. Then I remembered seeing her, dressed in a similarly

stunning green cotton sundress, with some other gorgeous young lasses. My buddy

Rob had moaned at his inability to run into such beauties anywhere but work as

I’d covertly gawked. Not as covertly as I’d thought, obviously. “Weren’t you?”

She was staring at me mischieviously. “Uhm…” She narrowed her eyes and smiled

ever so slightly. “Guys stare, it’s what guys do when they see something they

like, right? Believe me, I know…” She was looking me straight in the eye, and

I felt like a bug on a windshield. But I bit the bullet; what the hell. “Yes, I

was looking. You are…” I groped for a word as her smile widened. “…very

pretty.” Her eyes widened. “Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You’re not too bad

yourself.” She turned again and bent over at the waist, reaching for something

on the ground. My gaze was traveling up her legs when I caught her looking at me

and grinning. “Yes, you’re very pretty.” I was totally losing my grip, and I

started babbling. “Yeah, I remember you and your friends… Me and my coworker

were looking at all of you, but I was mostly looking at you.” She straightened

and resumed her perch. “Uh huh. Don’t you think it’s, like, wrong to look at

women that way? We’re not objects, you know.” Her smile was so fetching, a

beauty to behold. Some women turn and hide their grins, and some are more bold,

but she took the cake. Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put my

head into. I frowned. “True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to want us to

look, right? Like you said, you know when guys stare at you. Obviously you like

it.” “Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot.” She squirmed a bit, rubbing her

legs together. “Sometimes I think I like it too much…” Mimicking her pose on

the desk, I bent forward and matched her conspiratorial tone. “What do you

mean?” “Well…” She bit her lip. “Sometimes when I get guys to look at me, I

get really turned on…” She paused. I didn’t say a word. “Sometimes I can’t

wait to touch myself. I mean, I can’t wait until I get home… Sometimes I find

a place where I can get away with it, and go ahead and do it.” “…Like where?” I

prodded. “Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were here… This

older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this book like he was

reading it, but really he was looking at me… I was squatting down to look at

the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits.” My erection,

noticbly pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over

further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn’t see from where she was

and continued. “So, he’s doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean

really staring, and I glance over and see his dick get hard. I mean, he was

really showing. So I stood up and made to go by him, and I ‘accidentally’

brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him really sweetly and said I

was so sorry, and he practically bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and

bothered –” She squirmed again. “–and that got *me* hot and bothered.” She

stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. “All he wanted, right then, was to

lift my dress…or this skirt…” She paused as she touched the hem of her skirt.

My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted it slightly. “…rip off my

panties…” I could see the barest hint of white panties. “…and fuck the shit

out of me.” I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the

front of the desk. My brain wasn’t taking any calls, and my eyes were glued to

the gorgeous woman exposing herself. Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned.

“I’ll be right back,” she blurted. She turned and walked quickly towards the

restrooms. Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook myself. What the

hell was going on here? Surely this couldn’t be legit. Was this some bizarre

trick by management to get me fired? Was this some weird setup by my roommate to

get a laugh? Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the other

information desk across the store. When he answered I spoke fast. “Did you see

that gorgeous redhead in the blue shirt and plaid skirt?” “No, I didn’t… Where

is she?” Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this with someone

else? What are you, an idiot? “She just left, I think. Man, you really missed

it… She was truly butterscotch.” “Butterscotch” was our term for a seriously

hot woman. “Aw, too bad. I have a customer, I have to go. But don’t forget to

make a closing announcement in a couple of minutes.” Crap, I thought, as I

glanced at a clock and realized the time. The store would be closing in twenty

minutes. “No problem,” I said, and hung up. Fortunately, I’d finished most of

the closing procedures and had little to do before making the closing calls. It

was a few minutes early, but I went ahead and made the 15-minute announcement.

Halfway through, she reappeared, walking towards me and smiling. As I hung up,

she leaned forward on the desk again. “You have a beautiful voice,” she said,

biting her finger. I leaned forward again, and my nose caught the unmistakable

scent of a woman’s sex. I tried to suppress a grin and failed. She just smiled

and sucked on her index finger. “You really like being looked at, huh? It turns

you on that much?” I asked quietly. “Yeah, it does. Especially when cute guys

are staring… The kind I like staring at myself.” The full-bore force of her

look hit me like a baseball bat. “Aw, give me a break… I’m not all –” “Shhhh.”

She brought her finger to my lips. It was all I could do not to close my eyes

and suck her finger into my mouth. It reeked of her juices, and smelled divine.

“Don’t get uptight about it, just accept it for what it is. There’s lots of cute

guys around, but you’re interesting. And cute plus interesting, to me, equals

sexy.” My erection pulsed again as she stood up and twirled on one foot, her

skirt flying up just a bit. “Do you think I’m sexy? Or just pretty?” I closed

my mouth again. “Oh, I would definitely have to say you’re sexy. Very.” She

grinned and twirled again. “Very, very.” “Well,” she said, dropping into a split

on the floor, “do you like looking at sexy girls?” I nodded vigorously. She ran

her hands up one leg. “Do you just like to look? Or do you like other things,

too?” Her fingertips reached the hem of her skirt again, and teasingly brushed

it upwards. “I like all kinds of things,” I stammered. “But I like everything

about you.” Over the intercom I heard Jeff do the ten minute announcement in an

annoyed voice. “We’re closing in just a few minutes,” I said. “All good things

come to an end.” “Do they?” she said absentmindedly, as she brushed the skirt up

another bit. “Do they have to?” She looked up at me. “Nope, no way, uh-uh,” I

blurted. She laughed. “You don’t have girls flirt with you very often, do you?

Do you like it?” “I like it a lot. But I’ve never had anyone flirt with me like

you. You’re incredible.” She smiled and pulled the skirt up a bit more, bringing

her leg around. Now her panties were fully visible; I could make out her lips

through the thin material — was that moisture I saw there? For several seconds,

maybe minutes, my eyes traced the contours of those beautiful panties. But then

she stood up and leaned over to me again. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, any old

fart can look down my dress and get a thrill,” she said, touching the front of my

shirt. “But some guys I let see a little more. Some guys I let actually do

something. Maybe they can touch me…” She ran a finger over the back of my

hand; her touch was electric. “Maybe I can touch them… But that’s maybe,” she

said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced…but nodded. “Maybe,

if you’re a good boy… But we’ll have to see.” She looked around. “Who checks

the bathrooms?” I startled, then replied, “Anybody who volunteers… I’ll do it.”

She grinned. “Okay… I’ll be the one you have to drag out, then. I’ll see you

in a few minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into my

mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and then she was gone, strutting

towards the restrooms. I quickly made a five minute announcement, then walked

around the back of the store looking for stragglers. I found two, encouraged

them to find what they were looking for and buy it, and gradually made the

rounds, arriving at the other information desk. Jeff was hunched over a magazine.

“Are we clear yet?” “Almost. There’s two over in art; I think they’re hunting

for naked pictures.” “That’s always fun. I’ll go check the –” “No, I’ll do it,

I’m on my way,” I interrupted, moving to the restroom. I checked the men’s room

first and found it empty, then knocked on the women’s room door. “Anyone in

there? It’s time to go,” I said. I heard a slight giggle, and my curiosity (and

my cock) told me to go in, so I did. Opening the first two doors, I found them

empty, but in the third stall she sat on the toilet, one leg on the handicapped

bar and one on the floor. Her fingers were moving in and out of her bare pussy;

I could hear them slurping slightly as she did it, staring right into my eyes and

smiling. I stood there and stared as she masturbated, bringing her other hand to

rub her clitoris. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “Time to go?” she

finally asked. “Yep.” I didn’t move. She dropped her leg to the floor, and

grabbed her panties. With her legs wide open and still looking me in the eye,

she wiped her panties over her sex, even pushing part of it into her before

standing, walking to me and placing them in my hand. “I’ll be back to see you

soon,” she said. She pushed her body into mine; I felt her breasts rub

delightfully against me, and smelled her heavenly aroma. She looked fetchingly

up at me again. “But not tonight. I have things to do tonight, okay?” “Alright,

but come back soon, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.” “Of course you will, if you

ever want any of this,” she said, moving my hand to her crotch. It was hot and

wet, and I instantly moved a finger inside of her. She shuddered, but pushed me

away. “I’ll see you,” she said, and pushed past me and out the door. I almost

ran after her, but realized I had her panties in my hand. I quickly shoved them

in my pocket and ran after her, but she was out the front door. Jeff approached

behind me. “Damn, was that the chick you were talking about? Man, she was

fine.” “Yeah,” I nodded stupidly. “Yeah.”

She was an attractive divorcee, and a lot of fun to talk to. I
had no idea she would say “That sounds like a great idea!” when I
suggested she join my wife and me for an evening. And the lack of
resistance when I asked Jan about it didn’t really make me feel
too badly.

Here we were together in the hotel suite after an evening of din-
ing and dancing. Sally liked Tuborg Gold Tequila and Jan liked
Manhattans. I was all set for both. We sat and had a few drinks,
when Sally asked Jan to join her in a joint. She never had be-
fore, but was willing to try. I had just quit smoking a few years
before, so didn’t dare join them.

Well, it wasn’t long, with pot and whiskey, and three people who
had known each other for a few years, before the atmosphere became
very, very comfortable. I finally suggested turning off the
lights and lying down and they both agreed.

It was pitch dark, and my clothes were off in a flash. Lying
there in the middle of the king size bed, I was growing with an-
ticipation, hearing them both undressing on either side of the
bed. Sally lied down first and I put my arm around her, kissing
her gently. Her skin was so soft, and I had never touched her be-
fore. As I felt the bed move when Jan sat down, I rolled over on
my back, taking her in my other arm. Her breasts were larger, and
her perfume sweet, and she snuggled in closely.

I was in ecstasy, feeling both of them in my arms, and their
thighs against mine. Both of their hands were exploring my chest
and abdomen. Suddenly I realized that I could feel their lips and
bodies, but I could no longer feel their hands. They had reached
across and were exploring each other intimately. I could begin to
feel their hips writhe as their fingers found each others clits
and reached inside.

Then they began kissing my nipples, and running their tongues across my
belly and into my belly button. Their tongues met on the tip of my pe-
nis as they were kissing the shaft on each side at the same time. (Two
tongues on my cock at the same time, and then an alternate seesaw
battle taking turns sucking and engulfing it) And always not being
able to more than guess where their hands were.

Sally climbed on top and I guided Jan to sit down behind her. Jan
reached around and held Sally’s breast with one hand and her pussy with
the other while she pressed her breasts against Sally’s back. She had
me deep inside her and I could feel Jan’s finger occasionally drop down
and squeeze the base of my hard cock. Sally was coming already, and we
squealed with her. She had never had anything like this happen to her
before, and I found out later how many times we would repeat the same
wonderful “trip”.

I moved over to the side of the bed for a short break. Jan wasn’t
ready to rest, though. She began kissing Sally’s breasts, and in no
time, she was getting hot again. I had turned on a bathroom light in
the meantime, and now I could just barely make out the two figures next
to me. Jan began to inch down, constantly licking Jan’s belly with her
tongue and beginning to lick her thighs. Maybe it was the pot or maybe
it was the electricity, but Jan’s knees came apart as Sally lied down
between her legs, and caressed her crotch with her tongue. Jan’s hands
went to her head, and immediately her tongue was inside. She reached
over and held me with one hand while Jan writhed to another climax.

Now it was Jan’s turn. I rolled over on top, and she guided me inside.
She was smooth and warm and very, very active. I pulled out before
long, wanting to prolong the ecstasy. I’m glad Sally was there, be-
cause Jan was very hot. Sally kissed her on the lips, played with her
tongue, and then immediately buried her head in Jan’s lap. Jan’s hips
raised high, and I could tell her tongue was all the way inside. She
came very quietly, altogether different than Sally. But it was obvi-
ously intense. I thought I was going to have to give her resuscitation
for a moment.

They both had another drink and a joint, and now it was time to learn
to do the grinds. We had teased Sally that she never could do the
bumps and grinds, so Jan decided to teach her. With the music on and
the lights up, nothing but laughs could be the result watching those
two beauties teach each other to do a sensuous dance with too much
booze (and without too much success!!)

And then it was my turn. After the lights were turned down, and the
laughs settled down, they both decided that I hadn’t seen nothin’ yet!
They both kissed me all over, one filling my mouth with their tongue
and the other playing deep throat. I liked it when they both kissed my
nipples at the same time, running their hands over my balls and cock.
Finally I rolled on top of Jan. Sally wanted to guide me in, so we
both let herfumble around and finally I was deep inside. Sally
reached around between my legs, caressing my balls and squeezing my
shaft. Jan’s hips moved faster and faster and I was on fire. There
was no turning back now. I could feel Sally’s tongue in my ear as I
screamed and exploded. It was almost more than I could handle.
But..as you can see… somehow I must have survived!!!

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Archive-title: Agreement, The

[Fade in.]

[Curtains open on Gregory, sitting on his trademark stool, on an

otherwise blank stage.]

Yes, it’s me again… gosh, it’s been… well, too damn long since

I’ve been out here… but there’s a reason for that. I just found out

that my funding from the NEA is being cut… apparently, someone from

the Jessie Helms camp snuck in here for the performance of Dragonlove

that I did some months ago, and I’m just finding out about it now. So

I’ve been out pounding the pavement, looking for a way to beat the

system… and yes, I have already thought of using a flogger, thank

you very much. [Gregory smiles]

Anyhow, I’ve also been keeping busy working on some more of my

writing… whereas Dragonlove was pretty much entirely fantasy (I

based it on a headspace that I put someone in once…), this story is

only half-fantasy… ok, well, the story as such is not real, but it

*can* be…

So, without much further ado… enjoy!

[Gregory rises, and walks off stage right.]

[Curtains close]

[Fade to story]

The party crowd is getting a little stifling, so I step out onto the

patio for a breath of fresh air. I look at my pocket watch, musing for

a moment how much it reminds me of the one that Jack the Ripper

carried in that movie… and I note that it is getting close to the

time we had arranged.

I slip back inside, and weave my way through the crowd into the

playroom, where I find an open stretch of wall. I lean up against it,

setting my toybag down beside me. I open it, and remove one of my

lighter floggers. I close my eyes, examining the handle of the cat by

touch only, while the pair in the scenespace close their scene with

what sounds like a two-by-four. *THUD* *THUD* *THUD*, and the bottom

grunting, then yelling, then screaming an almost unintelliglble

safeword. I open my eyes to see the bottom taken down from the frame

and wrapped in blankets, then moved to a space on a couch.

Somewhere in the house, a grandfather clock strikes the hour. The time

has come.

You enter the room, nodding a silent greeting to a small group of

acquaintences by the doorway, then approach me. You stand before me

for a moment, then kneel, resting your head on my thigh. I use the

handle of my flogger to lift your chin, raising your eyes to meet

mine.

A raised eyebrow. A nod.

A smile. A shiver.

You take my offered hand, and I help you stand. Hand in hand, we

approach the frame, and I lean you forward to rest your body against

it. I raise your hands, and slip them into the cuffs that were left

attached to the frame. I run my fingers down your arm, then across the

bodice of your dress, feeling you tremble as you wait for something…

anything… more visceral to occur.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see me reach into my pocket and

pull out a flash of silver. As you close your eyes, you feel a sharp

point pressing into the side of your leg… then the sound of material

tearing. You look down to see the side seam of your skirt split about

six inches up from the hem… and me holding a seam ripper. You watch

over your shoulder as I tear out the seams holding the back panel of

the dress, and toss the material aside, leaving your ass and thighs

nicely framed by the remaining material.

I step back to admire the tableau, then I remember the flogger that I

was carrying. You watch as I pick it up, giving the air around you a

few strokes to warm up, then I step behind you, out of your line of

sight. Then silence…

And more silence… one minute… two… five…

*SMACK* You feel my hand across your ass, and you jump in surprise.

*SMACK* again, and this time a quiet squeal escapes your lips.

*SMACK* a third time my hand falls, and this time you tense your ass

muscles in anticipation, before my hand lands.

*swishCRACK* Half a dozen lines of fire slash their way across your

ass, *swishCRACK* across your thighs, *swishCRACK* and criss-crossing

your ass again. The third stroke managed to elicit the scream I was

looking for, so I stop there, and tuck my “emergency” whip into my

back pocket again.

“That was for anticipating too much. Next time it will be 10.”

You shudder, then look over your shoulder to meet my eyes with yours.

I flash a Roger Moore smile at you, then just as quickly, I drop my

smile, and my gaze hardens. I take out the seam ripper again, and

start removing the panel covering your back. This time, I am a bit

less concerned with being careful, and several times, you feel the

point of the ripper scratching angry red lines along your sides and

shoulders.

Eventually, your back is bared along with your ass. I am inwardly

pleased to note that you took my advice, and decided against wearing a

bra. I run my fingers across your shoulderblades, enjoying the feel of

you twitching like my hands were charged with electricity.

I pick up the flogger I was playing with originally, and slide the

tails up over your ass cheeks, then up your spine. I receive a shiver

and a moan in response, so naturally, I assume that I have chosen the

proper instrument to use…

I start lazily swinging the tails at your ass, pretty much letting

gravity do most of the work for now… after a dozen or so swings, I

quickly snap the tails at your ass like a beach towel, hearing the

CRACK of the leather on your skin, then your squeal as the sting

travels from your ass to your brain to your mouth.

I switch to a slightly heaver whip… one with more thud to it. Then I

unleash it on your naked back. The first few blows don’t elicit much

of a response, then I aim a strong stroke downward along your spine…

before it lands, my consciousness begins walking the line between

lifespace and headspace…

[The stroke seems to fall in slow motion as my arm sweeps downward,

the tails flying comet-like off the end of the flogger’s handle. As

leather makes contact with flesh, I can hear each tail land, then

watch the skin tinge with red, one millimeter at a time, until a

seven-inch strip of warm, pink skin forms…]

I’m yanked back into real-time by your rather loud confirmation that I

indeed hit you with the flogger: an interesting combination of grunt

and yell. I like it so much that I strike you again in the same

fashion, but to one side of the first blow. Then the other. Then up

higher on your shoulder. Then across your ass. Then down the sides of

your thighs. Then under your armpits. Then down your spine again to

complete the circle… each blow giving me a satisfying grunt/yell,

and some squirming, which makes it easier to hit a larger number of

targets.

I take a moment to approach you, and run my fingers across your pink

zebra flesh. I half-jokingly ask you if you’re ready to begin now, and

somewhere, outside the sphere, I hear someone laugh. You don’t answer

me, so I grab a handful of your hair and turn your head to make sure

that you are still in *some* plane of being, if not mine… your eyes

are closed, but as I tighten my grip on your hair, they open. Again, I

ask you, in a whisper, if you are ready to begin. You mouth a “yes”,

then close your eyes again…

I release you, then search in my toybag for the one impliment that

you’ve not met yet… in fact, you will be the first to feel it. I

shake the tails out, and drape them over your shoulder. You turn your

head to feel the leather caressing your cheek, and I chuckle inwardly

when you jerk your head away from what you find sliding over your

skin: leather and knotted cords combined. I pull the flogger away, and

swing it hard through the air, listening to the tails whistling.

You start squealing… “Please pleasepleaseplease *stop*!”

I am a little surprised to hear this, especially since I had not yet

landed a blow with the flogger… still, you must have a reason for

being so vocal all of a sudden.

“Yes? What is the problem?”

“I… I can’t do it. I’m not ready yet… please don’t… please, it’s

going to hurt… I’ll do anything, just don’t…”

“But you said that this is what you wanted. You told me that you

wanted me to hurt you… that you *needed* for me to hurt you.

Catharsis and all that… remember that conversation?” I crack the

whip against my leg for emphasis.

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“Yes. I remember it and I still want it and I want you to hurt me but

I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared…” Your voice keeps ramping up in

pitch, and I’m afraid that soon it will be out of my range of hearing,

so I cover your mouth with my hand to stop you.

“You don’t have anything to be afraid of. If you safeword, I’ll stop.

If you pass out, I’ll stop.”

You shake your head, so I assume you want to speak, and pull my hand

away. “I’m not safewording… I’m just telling you…”

“You’re not safewording? So, this is until you pass out… hmmmmm…

maybe I should call someone over to let me know when that happens…”

You shake your head violently, then close your eyes and try to calm

yourself down. “I didn’t mean that. I’m not safewording *now*… not

yet…”

“Ahh… my mistake then. I apologize.”

You remain quiet for a minute, then open your eyes again and look into

mine. “Ok… I’m ready now, I think… but…”

“Yes… but?”

“Um… kiss me? Please? Before you start again?” I could swear I see a

tear in your eye…

Softly, I stroke the side of your face with the back of my hand,

smiling. “Of course I will, my dear…”

You shiver at my touch, but manage a smile. “Thank you.”

I mouth a “you’re welcome”, then lean forward to kiss your forehead,

then your lips. You make no effort to either increase or decrease the

intensity of the kiss, so I simply let you feel my lips on yours for a

moment. Then I kiss your earlobe, and whisper into your ear… “I love

you. Remember that…”

You shiver again, and nod a little, before turning your head away.

Obviously, the discussion is over. I step back to my position behind

you, and raise the flogger over my head…

“It is done.”

My arm arcs downward, and the leather and cord brand new trails of

fire across your back, turning the already-pink skin a little closer

to purple. I am almost too busy admiring the color changes to realize

that you screamed… I quickly replay the sound in my mind, but

safeword wasn’t anywhere in it… so I continue.

I aim the next shot at your ass, whipping the tails over my head

before striking at you. You squeal before the blow lands, and I watch

you tense your ass cheeks up again before they are marked by the

lashes. The side of your right buttock starts to show the first signs

of a lovely bruise, but instead of continuing to use this new toy, I

remind myself of my earlier warning to you.

I switch the flogger to my other hand, and take the small whip out of

my pocket again. “You were anticipating again. What did I tell you

about that?”

You mumble something that I can’t quite hear, so I lash your ass with

the small whip. “What did you say?”

“Um… 10 with the small whip?”

“Correct. Don’t bother counting them, it will only take longer…”

I administer the strokes, each one causing you to squirm a bit more,

and whimper a little louder… until the last: I swing the cat upward

between your legs, catching the tails on the lips of your sex. As you

shriek and rise up on your tiptoes, I drop the small whip, and use the

leather and cord monster to give you a strong two-handed strike down

your back, then across your ass again, before you can catch your

breath.

I wait a moment, until you manage to gasp a breath, then the tails

lash out again, catching you across your thighs. Again you scream, and

again it is not safeword, so I start criss-crossing your upper back.

Each stroke causes you to press against the frame, trying to pass

through the frame to get it between yourself and my toy. I pause, then

start whipping up the backs of your thighs and the bottom curve of

your ass. Again you rise on your toes, not screaming now… just

sobbing and whimpering.

I alternately stop and start this whipping, letting you relax a moment

before I drive you up on your toes again. Occasionally, I let the

tails fall on your back, causing even more purple-and-red speckling to

counterpoint the mottling on your ass.

Somewhere in the house, a grandfather clock strikes the hour. The time

has passed.

I pause a moment, letting my arm recover for the final stroke. You are

slumped on the frame now, panting, mewling, shaking. I shake my

muscles out, and give a couple lazy wind-up strokes that just brush

the insides of your thighs, before I snap the flogger up, sending the

tails between your legs to assault your pubes. As you gasp and prepare

to scream, I finish the stroke by yanking backwards on the handle,

pulling the leather and knotted cords across your cuntlips…

Somewhere, in the back of my head, I am reminded of a line from Steve

Martin’s short story, “Cruel Shoes”…

The screams were incredible.

As were the sobs, and the whimpers, and the shaking, and the gasping,

and the panting, and everything else that you do as you come back down

from that last stroke. Finally, you manage between shivering attacks

to say “Mercy.”

The flogger drops from my hand, and I come up behind you. I unhook the

cuffs, and let you slump against me a moment, before I sweep your legs

up and cradle your still-shaking body in my arms. I carry you to the

couch, and gently lay you down on it, before kneeling by your side.

Someone… one of the hosts, I think… hands me two glasses of ice

water. I down one in one swallow, then fish an ice cube out to let

melt against your lips. You suck on the cube, then motion dazedly for

a drink from the other glass, which I give you.

Once you finish drinking your fill, you close your eyes and take my

hand, pulling it to your mouth to kiss my palm. I mimic your action,

then hold your hand tightly in mine. I close my eyes, rest my head on

your shoulder, and let the rest of the world fade away…

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“One little piece of my soul

One little piece of my whole life

I give to you

Take it now…”

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