FORWARD

This is a track record of a fantasy, not an attempt to key out a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing.

Also, the history is heavily influenced by authoritative French porn and so does not consist on the main fictional character 's inner thinking and feelings. It may not be for everyone.



THE outset

He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the declamatory picture window overlooking the park across the street, just now leafing out for spring. Another hone matter was the executive privy, roomy enough for a closet and cascade.

Life was good. He relished his job. He had enough money to comfortably pay for a new, unknown experience. And it was five o'clock, time to get ready for that experience. He stood up from his desk and went into the bath. A shower was required just as it was before a physical. Only this metre, presumably, there would be many strangers examining him.

He soaped well, strawman and back. He looked at his reflection in the tumid mirror as he toweled off. His spirit were another thoroughgoing thing in his life. Tall, but not grotesquely so. Well muscled, but not bulky. Masculine fuzz in all the right places, and in none of the awry places. The suit he put on was, of course of action, perfect.

He chuckled silently to himself. Then there was his modesty.

As he left his position he looked over to his right where there was a vauntingly unfold architectural plan area of desks. Pederson was, as usual, at the front desk. He was always struck by the ill luck that Pederson was the showtime employee the world saw on this story, with his straight person bam, dumpling face and delicate build. A ripe worker but not a good range of a function. He couldn't even recollect Pederson's first public figure. A defect in his graphic symbol that he should attend to.

At the bottom of the panoptic curved stairway to the vestibule was another slightly less than perfect employee. Stephanie was a effective receptionist, but it always seemed to him that she was chewing gum. She wasn't, of course. She just seemed that way.

He took some solace in the knowledge that neither Pederson nor Stephanie would suspect he entertained such lilliputian cerebration about them. He was well liked by his staff.

When he opened the door to the street he inhaled wonderful late good afternoon spring air. The deliquium aroma of car exhaust added piquancy. He 'd experienced a heightened sensualism all day and took pleasance from the feel of his causa along the length of his legs as he strode down the sidewalk.

He'd never been inside The tie-up's building on Maxbridge, but he'd passed it often. One mental block up along the park and then another block and a few More rate. Three steps led down to a massive wooden threshold with a lustrous brass hold. It opened easily.

A short carpeted set of stairs led down to a reception domain defined by the same red carpet. On the left hand its curved edge marked the starting time of the parquet flooring of a turgid hall. Just how bombastic was insufferable to narrate because the lighting left the edges in wickedness. Three tidy rung board, about L feet apart, sat in roofy of light, the table on one bound of the light, and mysterious structure on the other. Ah, those, whatever they are, are for me. The brawniness between his branch contracted in a pleasant way, and his hint briefly became a little rapid and shallow. He paused for a moment to enjoy the sensations.

On the right of the response area was a counter, a little above waistline high.

There were a dozen or so citizenry in the area, mostly couples, dressed in suit of clothes and cocktail dresses. He took in as many faces as he could without being caught staring. These were the ones. He stepped up to the reception desk where two were talking with the receptionist behind the buffet, a young fresh faced cleaning lady, girlish. The woman patron said,"We have ticket for the bondage post, but we'd like to switch to punishment, if there are openings."

"Are you certified ?"

"Yes, we both are."

"OK. Yes, there are two orifice. I'll switch you."

slavery. penalisation. The muscles between his legs contracted again. Ever since he'd begun the process of signing up for The Association, his body had begun to generate him these pleasant short gifts. heftiness would contract… his sphincter, his second joint, various places in his belly or lower back when he reflected on what he was up to. Now it was no longer reflection, it was real.

The couple moved on and he stepped up."Hi, lav Faranger. I want to tally in."

The receptionist typed on her keyboard and scanned her screen. She brought her brows together."I'm sorry sir, I don't see your name for any of the stations."

"I'm the subject,"he said. Following him in communication channel a unretentive cleaning woman in startling black framed Methedrine nudged her companion. She was looking at Faranger like a child who had spotted a much wished for Christmas acquaint under the tree.

"Oh. Yes sir ! I'm sorry. I don't know how that happened. Of course."The receptionist reached under the counter for a clipboard."Here are just a few things we need to go through. '' She checked her clipboard again, seeming new to the undertaking, and brought a tape bill from under the counter."Now can I value your forearm, please ?"He extended his arm and she measured from inside his elbow to his wrist and then wrote the measurement on her clipboard. The cleaning woman beside him was fascinated. `` And what will your dependable word be ? ''

'' Armadillo '' he answered, having no approximation why he chose it. It was the last time the word entered his knowingness that evening.

'' Of course of action, there will be no refund, should you choose to use it. '' Faranger nodded his understanding.

"OK. Great. Now, just a couple Thomas More things. You must do whatever an companion William Tell you to do. And you may not adjoin yourself unless an Associate requires it. If you'd give me the contents of your pockets, we'll keep open them in the safe overnight. Now delight remove all your clothing. You can leave it on that chair over there. They'll be valeted for you before morning."

A wave passed through Faranger's torso as he looked through the gathering of people at the wooden armchair at the edge of the carpeted area. OK. He had stripped many meter in footlocker rooms. He had a secure body. And, of track, he was naked many clip with desirable charwoman. But that didn't allay the weakness he was feeling. Doing this alone in a crowd of mantled masses would be a challenge.

She continued,"When you're au naturel, those two gentleman over there will take you to the initiative station."Faranger looked where she was gesturing. Almost in vestige were two young body builder character dressed in khakis and yellow arrest tee shirts. One was wickedness, Mediterranean looking, and one was blond with curly pilus."They will be your animal trainer for the night."

When he reached the death chair he took off his jacket and draped it on the spinal column. He removed his tie and hung it there too. He started to unbutton his shirt when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was the charwoman with the glasses."Would you turn around and face us while you take off your dress ?"He turned around."And looking at me."He raised his oculus to hers and finished removing his shirt. nearly of the other people continued conversing among themselves, looking at him casually now and then. He sat down on the chair and slipped off his horseshoe and wind sleeve and then stood up, looked her in the face again, and put his hands to his buckle.

"John ! John Faranger ! Who'd have thought we'd find you here !"Even before he turned and saw the man speaking on his left his breath stopped. Oh, God ! God ! It's Pederson ! And Stephanie ! Oh my God !

"Yes, that's right, '' Pederson said in response to Faranger 's grammatical construction. `` Here we are. Don't move for now."Pederson turned to Stephanie, who was clinging to his arm with both hands, positioned just a little behind him."expression at him !"He pointed to Faranger's swiftly growing erection, clearly visible under his trimness knickers."But don't think he desires either one of us. No. He desires humiliation."Pederson smiled at her. It was actually a smirk."We can leave it. First, why don't you go over and check him out. See if he's hard enough for us to go on to the next footstep. No, Saint John, do n't close your eyes. You must determine us the whole time to get the full effect."

Stephanie seemed uncertain of her function, but she came over to Faranger and felt his erection. She squeezed a bit and then felt his testicles."Yes. He couldn't be harder."Faranger continued immobile, his hired hand at his sides.

"Ok, now, John, would you spread your leg slightly ? '' Good. Now you can unzip your pants."Faranger did as he was told, even though he almost couldn't grasp the belittled tab on the zipper, being almost frozen with repulsion."OK. good. Now pull your underwear down and rob it under your clod. Just the front."Faranger complied. His genitals stood out, framed for inspection. Faranger felt like he was in danger of collapsing. He didn't dare look around, but he could feel that the small crowd was paying attending now. `` Yes. Now just hold that airs for a picayune while, so Stephanie and I can fix it in our computer storage. '' He smiled.

He stood that way for too long. Finally Pederson turned to the two handlers behind him."OK, guy. Would you come and eat up undressing him ?"The two men came over to Faranger and each one grasped a wrist. Then one slipped his hired man to grasp the front line of Faranger's clothing, the side of his mitt passing lightly over Faranger's scrotum. The other slipped his hand under Faranger's boxer briefs and pants and slip them down, the back of his finger sliding between Faranger's buttocks."Please put your feet together, sir,"said one of them. Faranger complied. Together they pulled his clothing down to the ground, holding Faranger's wrists for balance wheel as he stepped out of them.

"Ah, there we go,"said Pederson."Totally naked. This is commodity ! Now, John, delight kneel."

The handlers grasped his carpus again, for balance, and Faranger kneeled, facing his office manager and his receptionist, his heart pounding and his member throbbing. An unseen person came up behind him, took his paw and squeezed some lotion from a thermionic tube into his medallion.

'' Please jack off until you climax. '' Faranger grasped his penis at its base, but made no further motion. He was aghast at the thought of bringing himself to orgasm under the gaze of those two. But his need for release was intense. More to the period, he 'd been given a instruction. He slid his hand up to the tip and then commenced the familiar rhythm. Against orders, his eyes closed involuntarily. It didn't take much before he came to a loud climax. He collapsed onto his heels, panting, his hands on his thigh. One of the handlers gently moved his left script to the base.

The unseen someone behind him set a silver tray on the level on his right. It contained two flock of modest towels, one push-down store moist, the former dry, and a flat silver gray bowl in the heart. Without turning around, and he did n't defy, all he could see were her thigh through the transparent flannel apparel as she sat on her heels next to him. And her hands as she washed and dried his right hand. Her digit were slender and long, like his, but, of course of instruction much smaller. Her pale skin made his tan look even darker. This is not what I 'm here for. He shifted his gaze to the three mesa in the length. The expend towels went in the silver medal bowl."Would you spread your articulatio genus a bit, sir ?"She asked. He did that and she washed and dried his genital organ and the tops of his thighs. Then she picked up the tray and disappeared behind him.

After she left Pederson came up to him. He put one foot between Faranger's legs and moved it face to side."gap further, John, as far as you can."Faranger complied until Pederson was able to get his ft, clad in expensive brown oxford, nudged up under Faranger's scrotum. He could easily have hurt Faranger badly, but he just pushed gently, so there was only the threat of pain. He moved his invertebrate foot up and down, making Faranger's flaccid, but still swollen, genitals shift."Ok, King John. Please look up. '' Faranger shifted his gaze from the foot nudging him. Even through his C. W. Post orgasmic exhaustion he felt a sexual charge as he looked Pederson in the eye. `` This has been fun. We'll see you at work in the morning."Faranger was too wiped out to really absorb the terror of that thought.

After Pederson and Stephanie left, one of the handlers gave him a bubbly boozing in a tall spyglass."Here. This is a very mild stimulant. It hydrates you and helps you to participate fully in the next station."He drank it gratefully and let his body curl forward for rest, with his bridge player obediently on the floor beside his thighs.

After a few minutes the manager indicated that he should stand. The night one went behind the counter again and came back with a long satin ness and a square of stiff fabric. It seemed to have sheepskin on one English, but carpet championship on the early. They drew his arms behind him and crossed them, carpus to elbow, tight enough that his chest was pushed forward a bit. Then they fastened the square around his forearms, soft incline in and velcroed it tight.

Next they draped a cape around his articulatio humeri. `` They fasten your blazonry so you ca n't touch yourself out of sight under the cape, '' volunteered the dark haired handler. The cape went to the floor, but zipped just down to his thigh. The pull tab was on the inside so that the handler's knuckle duster passed lightly over his genitals and belly and sternum as he pulled it up. At first Faranger thought it was put inside to keep catching his genitals in the zipper. But that did n't pull in sense. It would be so well-heeled to hold the fabric away. The ness did n't seem to be two-sided. He finally decided that it was made this way precisely to check the impinging of the handler 's hand with his body. The cape was lined with enceinte quilting, so that when he walked his private parts and can and thigh were caressed. A not unpleasant feeling. The three of them proceeded across the dark floor to the first pool of light.

Faranger almost smiled wryly to himself. A case could be made that he'd already, in fifteen instant, let his $ 3000 worth of value.



invasion

They stopped in front of a adult female sitting sideways to the table in a tall hardback chair. It gave the chairman a petty bit the look of a throne. She stood up and approached the three. She was very slim and almost as magniloquent as Faranger. It was unvoiced to secernate her age. She had no crease, but her skin had lost some of its soundness. He figured maybe xv or twenty eld older than he. But she was definitely attractive. Not beautiful, but arresting. Her hair was pulled back in a closely French device. She wore a black case and no jewelry.

She stopped about a foot away."Remove the cloak please."The darker handler slipped his script up under the cloak to dig the tab at the top, zipped it down and pushed the cloak to the flooring. She looked Faranger up and down."Ah, commodity. Good."She placed her fingers at his throat and very lightly traced all the way down. A Wave of contraction washed through Faranger's trunk, shifting his genitals slightly. She noticed."Hmmm. Can you do that at will ?"

"No. I do n't recollect so."

"A pity. You know. For a movie or something."flick ? ? ‘ No films. No photographs.'She detected his consternation and patted him on the tum."No, no films or photographs."

Then she asked,"Have you ever been anally penetrated ?"

"No."

"Do you trust to be anally penetrated ?"

"No."

"Do we have your permit to anally penetrate you ?"

"Yes."As he uttered his consent a thrill went through his trunk and his privates shifted again.

"Pity,"she said again, with a rueful winding of her lips. She ran her fingerbreadth again from his breast bone to the tip of his still flabby penis. Then she buried her digit in the tangle of light source dark-brown hair at its foundation, gave a little tug and returned to her chair.

Now he could see what was on the table behind her. It was a tray with a number of silvern phalluses on it. They were of dissimilar thicknesses and all had hilts and guard duty. The guards were angled away from the tip, like swallows'wings, not straight horizontal to the dig. His breathing place became shallow and rapid as the use dawned on him.

"Gentlemen,"she said, addressing the animal trainer, would you slay the arm restraint ?"We'll need his assist at some points."They loosened the Velcro and his weaponry came free. He instinctively moved to rub them, but each handler gently stopped him. One of them lifted an brow to remind him that he must not rival himself. But they each did refresh him by swiftly running their hands down his arms.

"Before we begin,"she continued,"Cheryl has a limited request."She indicated a woman on the far side of the table. It was the charwoman with the calamitous glasses."Would you go over to her, delight ?"

Faranger walked around the tabular array and stopped at her place."Please face away from me and disseminate your cheeks as wide as possible."Another microseism passed through his lumbus. He did as he was told, and then felt the power point of her hanker fingernail on his anus. Slowly she worked her finger in and moved it around until his sphincter spasmed. It was if she was forcing blood into his genitalia."There we go,"she said."A soundly beginning."She moved her hand up and down and then slowly withdrew. By this clock time his private parts were beginning to become binge, as everyone could see. He caught a glimpse of her daintily dipping her deal in a finger bowl.

As he walked back to his place around the mesa two women reached out and caressed his genitals. A man with unusually big hands shifted his hot seat and took grip of each position of Faranger 's ass, the thumbs pressing against his anus. At outset the sensation was of a pleasant involvement, but then he squeezed with the tips of his finger's breadth. He squeezed so hard that Faranger was forced to grimace. `` Nice, '' he said. The swelling increased noticeably, and the sensation of painful sensation lingered after Faranger was released as the bloodline flowed back into the pressure points.

When he returned to the head of the mesa, the woman in Joseph Black took up the thinnest of the penis. It was also the foresighted. It had a humble, voiced vinyl cap on the end. She then stepped behind him, wrapped her left arm around his waist and drew the follow through down between his fanny until she felt his anus. She inserted it. At first there was not much sensation, although his private parts became slightly more gourmandize. But then she slowly inserted it further and further. Until he cried out in sudden pain sensation, grievous pain in the neck in his belly. She pulled back a bit, manipulated something around the sentry duty of the phallus and then pulled it out the rest of the way."Ok, everyone. Set your implements at 4 when it's your turn."

Faranger understood that they were enabled now to ram their phalluses into him has hard as they could without danger of"lasting injury."“ All right. Now please hold on to the posts."she instructed him, as she turned her chairwoman back around to face the board. She remained standing. Faranger complied. The side opus rose to head height so when he grasped them his arms were raised, exposing all of his torso. There were only two sparse mark pieces, so his nudity and foreplay could be closely viewed by the onlookers.

"Who drew figure 1 ?"she asked. An senior man stood up. He had a belly and heavy, but sloping berm. He positioned himself facing Faranger 's left English and placed his left arm around Farnager 's waistline. He had removed his case coat, and his shirt, stretched across his easygoing body gave Faranger the feel of sweat, even though it was dry. Faranger could sense approximative material all the distance of his own left hand leg. It was repulsive. Why was it that it was more humble to be used by someone with a paunch than by a good looking man or char ? Huh. Another imperfection in his character. But it worked. Faranger's penis was reaching the distributor point of a real hard-on. The man rammed the implement in up to the guard. The annexe of the safety hurt Thomas More than the phallus. The man laughed and did it again and again. He pulled it out and tossed it into a second bowl filled with body of water, and left.

"turn two ?"This was a beautiful woman. She smiled at him as she stroked her implement. His unhurt body was in a state of high intimate arousal. But it wasn't so much her breasts pressed against his side. It was the mortification of his passivity that did it. He should have his weapon system around her. Instead he stood immobile while she put her left arm around his waist. Her skirts draping around his leg emphasized his nakedness. These masses know what they're doing. She looked up at him coquettishly and kissed the ash gray phallus. It was wider than the first one and was noticeably uncomfortable as she slid it in slowly. The discomfort caused to a greater extent pleasure in his genitals. She seemed to relish the bodily function as she slid it in and out slowly, continuing to smile up at him. He was fully erect and beginning to throb. His stomach spasmed again and he saw two hoi polloi at the table point at the motion of his sex and grin at each other.

"Number three ?"This was a untested man. Good looking, yes, but very young looking. Obviously in his twenties, but still. The idiomatic expression `` callow juvenility '' sprang to mind. He did n't think he 'd ever had occasion to use that in real life. But the flutter sentiency of superiority gave way to even more intense, sexually charged humiliation as he felt the approximate gabardine of the crown snake around his waist, and the former 's erection press into his hip. The callow youth grinned as he slammed his implement into Faranger 's rectum over and over. This phallus was the duncical yet, and Faranger was definitely in torment. He threw his head back and emitted a soundless cry of pain and delight.

"OK, microphone. meter's up,"said the womanhood in black.

"Now we'd like you to mount this frame,"she said. The animal trainer were rolling up a metal appliance that had a cross bar at the end closest to the table, a leather shoulder strap about a foot blanket across the middle, and in back two fiber glass social organisation which were obviously for his stifle, if they were spreading apart as far as possible. The manager helped him get his knees in berth and to lay his forearms across the bar in front. It was padded and covered in leather and there was a depression in the middle that reminded him of the head residue at the ophthalmologist's office. When he rested his costa on the leather shoulder strap he could repose his frontal bone on the Great Depression in the front bar or on his bridge player. The frame had him tipped up enough so that if he tipped his head just a little he had the same view of his au naturel, splay torso as the mass at the table. He closed his eyes momentarily to enjoy his vulnerability. The people at the sides and far side of the mesa got up and gathered around so they could look on what was happening in the back. He could feel the cadence of his inwardness in his penis.

He could see the tray where the implements had been, as it was on the edge of the mesa close to him. Only the largest remained. It was substantially larger than any penis he remembered seeing. A wave of plain awe washed over him. He gripped the bar where his arms lay.

A charwoman in a silver lame dress picked it up and went behind him. She was very thin, and her legs and flat belly were clearly outlined by the lame. She was holding the implement with both hired hand. The coach pulled his buttocks apart, one on each side, and he tensed, expecting to be attacked with the too large phallus. Instead she placed it gently, but firmly, on his anus and left it there. Initially it felt quite coldness, but soon warmed up, seeming to channel sensation to his phallus. She moved it back and forth sideways, just a petty, and he felt his sphincter loosen. She pushed and it went in a forgetful way, not without pain, but sufferable. His erection became stronger. But now she began to push harder. He felt a sharp pain in the ass, something tearing. His head came up. He gripped the crisscross bar and couldn't help but cry out. Finally it was in all the way. He could feel the guard against his buttocks. She pulled it in and out and in and out and the pain gave way to exquisite heat and his member felt like it would explode. Finally she left it still for a few moments and slowly drew it out. Faranger felt bereft. He wanted it back.

And he saw, off to his right, that his wish would be addressed. He could see a animal trainer, from the waist down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping. He had no underwear on and Faranger could see that it was the blond. He was fully raise and stood still for a few mo so Faranger could inspect him. Then he went to the back of the frame, pulled Faranger apart and began to plunge into him.

To Faranger's surprise his anus had completely relaxed. He was flooded with a sensation of openness, capitulation to the human phallus that was plunging into him. It was not as big as the old silver one and slipped in more easily. The animal trainer put his left arm around Faranger's waist and grasped his penis with his the right way helping hand. He used it to press against Faranger's pubic area to consecrate himself leverage and began to stroke in and out. As Faranger 's rectum relaxed further, his penis grew ever harder. When the handler achieved his own sexual climax, he was able to stroke Faranger in the rhythmic way that was needed to wreak him to climax. Faranger 's coxa thrust forward as the cum spurted out. He panted loudly to the delectation of the spectators, who applauded. Finally the animal trainer lay his lightly stubbled cheek against Faranger's back for a few consequence, while they both breathed heavily and Faranger 's sphincter clenched, to hug the other man 's penis again ... and again ... and again. Finally the man pulled out. The spectator pump remained where they were, watching his erection slowly subside.

Faranger could see that the silver tray had been placed on the floor. The handler took a towel and wiped his hand and genitals, zipped up and left.

He could see the char in the snowy dress framed by his leg, just her lower half. It was illuminate, now, that the dress was totally transparent. He could see that her pubic hair was auburn.

"Please don't get up just yet,"she said, and began to efficiently wipe his venter, where the semen had splashed and his genitals. She dried them and then shifted to his anus. He could see that the towels she dropped into the roll on the floor were pedigree stained."Just one more moment,"she said and applied a cool down soothing ointment."This is arnica MT. It works curiosity on swelling and inflammation. And it acts very quickly. You'll be amazed."With that she retrieved her silver gray tray and disappeared into the darkness.

The handlers helped him disencumber his knees from the figure and stand upright. They gave him another crank of the pleasant swallow and then throttle his branch behind him. This clock time it was the blond who put the cape on him. He seemed just as impersonal as ever, when his knuckles brushed over Faranger. But maybe not. They then proceeded with him to the next station.

"well, now I know,"he thought. He could savour the memory, but it would be difficult to reproduce. He would need to experience amount surrender again, or else it would probably be too painful for delight. And achieving total surrender would be complicated.



BONDAGE

The handlers positioned him facing the adjacent table, about ten ft away and took a tone back, so he could no longer see them.

A man about his own age and form, but with darker coloring approached him. He put his hand inside the cape and slid it slowly up over Faranger 's private parts and trunk, looking steadily into his eyes as he did so. The intimacy was intense, and Faranger began to swell up. The man took detainment of the tab, pulled it down slowly, holding his gaze. When it was open, he slowly pushed off Faranger 's berm, let it fall to the floor and let a pinch of a smile appear as he perused Faranger 's nude body. But he left the arm restraint in place. He remained very finale and took handle of Faranger's biceps. He closed his eye and kissed Faranger on the mouth, a dry, light kiss.

A dismayed Faranger felt himself turn to liquid as the man's glossa gently probed his conclude lips. His oral fissure opened of its own agreement, enough for the man to explore the roof. He felt more invaded than he had when he was raped. His sass opened wider and the man circled around his tongue with his own, then bit it very gently. Faranger would have collapsed but for the support of one of the coach below his cross arms and the pressure of the other man 's body pressed against his. His member became gormandize, he could sense it slide against the rough water of the man's lawsuit until it came to breathe alongside the other's erection.

The man pulled his back talk away, but remained pressed against him until Faranger 's sensual weakness faded and he could digest on his own. Faranger looked at him with an facial expression of enervation and befuddlement and gratefulness. The man then kissed him on the cheek and left field.

"Loosen his arms. '' This from a short-circuit, slightly adiposis man in a three spell suit. He made Faranger think of a middle level director, or an accountant.

When his weapon were released Faranger again reached to rub the circulation back, but each handler gently placed his wrist in the way."You may not equal yourself, sir,"reminded the blond. Instead the two again gave each of his arms a firm rub up and down. Faranger then let them string up at his side, feeling inexplicably still bound.

'' OK, let 's see what we 've got, '' said the moderator. He took Faranger by the upper arms and turned him around. `` Yes, soundly. OK, Mr. Faranger, we here at this station think of ourselves as originative. '' Faranger was startled at the use of his public figure. But, of path they would fuck his name. He 'd signed in at the desk with it. The moderator noticed it. `` Yes, of row we know who you are. And we might bump into one another out in the real world. But not to worry. No one in The connexion has ever breached sureness. ''

The moderator continued. `` We do different matter each time we meet, depending on our subject. We draw figure for our monastic order in line, and, of course, you can imagine how order affects each person 's opportunities. I get to be the number 1 to do something with you. '' He picked up a humble pile of leather shoulder strap from the table. The design was unreadable until he pulled the straps apart into two piece of music, one in each hand. `` Do you understand what these are for, sir ? ``

'' I think so, '' he replied.

'' Good. But first we have to realize the performing field. We 're only permit one climax per station, and much of the fun is seeing what turns you on. '' He suddenly drove his thumbs up into Faranger 's groin, on either side of nut. The pain was vivid. He involuntarily cried out and his erection rapidly faded.

'' There we go. Now we can set forth smart. '' He handed Faranger a thin leather belt. `` Please put this on. Not too high up, over your hip bones. The other spell needs to get to. ``

Faranger put the belt around his hip joint and fastened it. The moderator stepped back and regarded him thoughtfully. `` Yes, that looks good. Do n't you find that you feel all the more naked with just that rap on ? Well ? You must answer ! ``

'' Yes, you 're right. '' Faranger was experiencing ever heightened sexual tension. How could it be that being in the power of this smarmy man affect him this way ? But there was no doubt that it did. His pelvis spasmed and the man noticed, and gave him a knowing look.

'' OK. Now please attach this. '' He handed Faranger the other device. It had a leather dowel-like part about three inches long with three thin straps attached to one end. Velcro strip show were attached to each end so that if folded over they could be closed in a loop. The device was lubricated. Blood was flowing to Faranger 's crotch at the prospect of what he was being asked to do. He reached behind himself, set over a little bit and inserted it into his rectum. He was tender from the earlier place, but the salve and the lotion made it fair to middling, and the pain soon turned to another titillating rush. The moderator gave him a slight quizzical, but knowing smiling. He was telling Faranger that even these familiar sensations were not common soldier. following, he took one of the straps and threaded it under the belted ammunition in back. He pulled it cubby and pressed the velcro together. Finally he bent his human knee and spread them so that he could thread the other two straps up either position of his nut and seize them to the belted ammunition in straw man. He had a strong, disturbing sense that the onlooker knew exactly how those that hype and those shoulder strap felt. He had no secrets and that caused Sir Thomas More jut and visible spasms.

The moderator gave him an assessing smell and shifted the front shoulder strap so they came straight up instead of at an angle. His knuckle duster brushed Faranger 's penis and lingered in his pubic hair. He grinned. `` Like gallus ! Do n't you see ? lots better. '' Then he tightened the shoulder strap to get rid of the slight slack he had created. Farnager 's ballock were drawn together, and left in an unnatural location. The moderator tightened the velcro then pressed his fingerbreadth against the plug, as if adjusting it. To Faranger 's dismay, his penis came half way to an erection.

'' Now, please put this on. '' He produced a lined collar with studs in it. It was hinged and give. Faranger placed it around his neck and pushed the ends together until they clicked. The click caused a thrill up and down his torso.

'' OK, now please get on the podium over there. '' Faranger turned to face a low rostrum, no more than a foot high, with a step in back. He approached it when the moderator said, `` Stop a second. Let us see at the rear of you. We do n't see enough of it. It 's quite attractive. ''

Faranger stood facing away from the grouping at the table. He could find the focus of attention on his fundament. He became increasingly uncomfortable, wished he could move ahead. He felt a small spasm in his rectum. `` Good, good. OK proceed. ''

Faranger mounted the gradation to the pulpit and moved to stand up in nominal head of the post, where it was clear he was meant to be. His handlers appeared from the shadows and pushed him gently back against the post. The blond put his wrists into a stiff set of manacles, lined with sheepskin, which caused his hired man to cut through. Faranger could n't help but view him in a new light. He involuntarily looked at the slide fastener in the man 's pants, but the handler maintained his master neutrality. There was a rope attached to the manacles which they threw over the top of the postal service and fixed to a hook in back, having pulled Faranger 's coat of arms to their replete extension above his foreland, but short of irritation. The wickedness haired manager hooked his dog collar to the post. Faranger felt even more break, tethered this way in strawman of the gathering, the strap around his lower torso advertising the presence of the posterior plug.

'' All the right way. Now we 're ready for the secondly lot. This goes to a distich. Jensens ? ``

An attractive man and cleaning woman, young middle age, approached. Each carried a small passel of leather bands, about two inches wide. The adult female smiled at Faranger, and without shifting her stare bit him gently on the phallus. more than engorgement.

'' Would you please spread your pegleg ? ''

He obliged, and then, one at a time, they lifted a foot and wrapped the leather around his instep, so that equal length trailed out. They then began slowly wrapping the bands around his legs, crossing them over, front and back, movement and back, their digit brushing Faranger 's peel. The devastatingly intimate sight of these stranger wrapping his ramification caused him to raise his regard to the invisible ceiling, but their touching became even more vivid. He was cognizant of each finger as they moved up his second joint, his business firm and quick, hers like caresses. She paused now and again to stroke his bare hide. He spasmed around the male plug and his sex throbbed.

When they had gotten midway up his thigh the woman said, `` Just a instant. ''

They paused and she handed her strands to her familiar. She began caressing Faranger 's thigh, letting her fingers trail over the conformation of his muscles. Then she gently traced one inner ridge with light candy kiss, and touch modality with her tongue starting at the articulatio genus. Faranger spread his legs wider to encourage her to move high enough to exact him in her mouth, but when her capitulum pressed against his sex she withdrew.

They resumed wrapping, and as they worked their way higher up, Faranger became even more call forth. He did n't understand this, but the bare act of wrapping his legs was pushing his arousal to the edge of pain.

When they reached the top, they tied the bands together on the outside of his leg and wrapped them securely around his thigh as high as possible. They had to ask turns to stimulate room between his legs as they positioned the second knots inside his groin. They gently pushed his legs back together. The leather combined with the strap already there pushed his testicles forward.

Next the man produce a stainless steel physical object which he held it up for Faranger 's inspection. It was a thin rod, two or three feet long, with a rectangular base about the size of playing card, and, attached at an angle at the top, a sparse piece about 3 inches long and a one-half inch wide, rounded long the top and curved in a way that Faranger instinctively knew would equalize the curve ball of his body between his ass. He was proved right when the man slipped the base into a slot on the base and pressed the top against his anus. The man adjusted it until there was a delicious pressure sensation and locked it. Faranger writhed and came tantalizingly cheeseparing to orgasm as it pressed the plug inside and the thongs outside. But in the end he stopped. It was tantalizingly ending, but only close, and he was just providing a show for the onlookers.

As they left each squeezed a buttock in a parting gesture. It was as if they were squeezing More engorgement into his penis. He was obsessed with the prospect of relief.

'' Excellent, Jensens ! Who would have thought that would make for so beautifully ! ``

Nothing happened for a few more mo ... minutes ? ? Faranger 's consciousness of his wrapped ramification, erection, naked torso and saltation neck opening and subdivision, all exposed to the spectators around the table, caused him to worm as his soundbox was taken over by a sensual wave.

'' Ok, now Maria ! '' A lovely woman with shoulder duration blond haircloth and long diamond earrings approached. Faranger had shifted his gaze up to his crossed hands, but the moderator said, `` Ah, Mr. Faranger, you must look each of your tormenters in the eye. Directly, not just a glance. ``

Faranger did as he was told and she gave him a smile. The forced personal brush heightened his mother wit of humiliation and subjugation, and stimulation. The arousal was becoming intolerable. But there was nothing to do but allow it.

Faranger 's chest was feeling fail and so he felt some succor to see her garden truck two mammilla clinch. The pain was pronounced when she pulled out each mammilla and let them clamps close, but he felt the erotic impact when he became more engorged and involuntarily clenched around the quid and visibly spasmed in his grim venter. He focused on the excruciating pain and response was repeated various fourth dimension, accompanied by almost inaudible moan, until the pain settled into indifference. She smiled in acknowledgment. adjacent she leaned down and dragged an earring across his testicles and then across the head of his phallus. Faranger bucked, trying to campaign himself against the stones enough to trigger a climax, but fruitlessly. Then the womanhood licked his phallus from tush to top. Faranger writhed again, vainly trying to achieve vent. She buried her finger's breadth in his pubic haircloth to carry him still and closed her oral cavity around his penis. She sucked and he felt a sexual climax building.

'' Yes ! '' he cried out.

'' Oops ! '' she cried out, as she quickly drew back. She immediately drove her thumb into the leather cradling his ball between his stage. She could n't reach the pressure point used by the moderator, but that was all right. She did n't need him to fall back his erection. She just wanted to interfere with the flood tide. They 're playing me like a bass violin, Faranger thought ruefully.

'' Drat, '' she said. `` That did n't last very long. ''

As she left Faranger the moderator called out, `` Eugenia ! ``

This adult female was another young beautiful one, dressed in opprobrious, no jewelry, severe Sir Frederick Handley Page boy tomentum. She carried three leather flip-flop. Their regard met and held, as required.

First she stroked Faranger 's stiff penis and smiled appreciatively. `` Let 's see what we can do about this. '' She ran one of the thongs across Faranger 's member near the bag and attached both ends to the situation behind him. She efficiently attached the other two above that one so that his penis was pressed against his belly. Each beat of his heart could be felt clearly under the shoulder strap. Maybe this would work all by itself, he thought. She smiled at him again and stepped aside so that her co-worker could get a clear, appreciative looking at at her handiwork. Then she wrapped her arm around the Wiley Post behind him and gripped his right flank. She lay her cheek against his belly.

A bed of bare desire was added to his hot, neutral arousal at the tone of her cheek and whisker on his skin. She gently licked the tip of his penis. Faranger writhed. Then she worked her tongue into the Split at the end. She grasped his nut and began to massage expertly. Finally his sexual climax was allowed to go along and she pulled her expression away. The movement of his hips pressed his member against the bands painfully, so that each of his shout was a mix of torment and intimate release. He was fill up to passing out, but the pressure of the edge of the leash against his jaw kept him witting. In a haze he heard the grouping at the station applauding.

As soon as his breathing returned to some normalcy, the handlers approached and first removed the arrest around his neck opening and the bindings on his wooden leg. Faranger flinched as scissors were worked underneath the circle of leather tied at the tops of his thigh, but no motivation. They did n't thrust his skin. After the leg wrappings were efficiently unwind, each man firmly encased a thigh in his palms and drew them down to his articulatio talocruralis, soothing them impersonally. When they removed the tit clinch, the riposte of blood caused new pain, but it was a receive pain. Next they released the band across his now flaccid penis. The belt was unbuckled, hands brushing his softening genitals, and the three shoulder strap slipped off. Then the darkness animal trainer grasped his hind end and pulled them apart and away from the post so that the blond could work out the ballyhoo. Faranger was so worn-out that all of this use produced only a slight contraction of his pelvic brawniness.

Before they released his articulatio radiocarpea, the attender came up, again to his side and just a piddling behind him, so he could only see the top of her head and her arm as she washed and dried his genitals and belly. With the assistance of the handlers again, she slipped her manus between the post and his fanny and applied more of the howling salve to his rectum, working her finger in oh so gently.

Lastly they released his carpus and then took him down from the pulpit and left him to endure before the gain members of the station. The lighting and changed so that he was in a spotlight and the people were standing in apparition. With all adornments removed he felt more naked than he had at any time since the eve began. His penis was flaccid, no erecting to excite their tending, but the group stood quietly around watching him. His wooden leg felt naked. His bare feet were there for review. His back and trunk felt thrills of vulnerability. Still no one moved or spoke. Faranger closed his centre and gave himself up to vulnerability.

Finally the coach reappeared. They gave him the glass of rejuvenating potable, bound his sleeve and then left him on display for several more second before covering him with the ness. The now comrade feel of the manager 's metacarpophalangeal joint moving over his genitalia and torso was mildly have, but also strangely comforting.



penalty

As they walked toward the succeeding station Faranger reflected that it might be a dear thing that punishment was saved for death. He was getting mentally exhausted by the incessant psychological torment, the abasement. He thought he might palpate somehow cleaned out if he faced unadulterated forcible pain. He found himself perhaps actually craving it. He stood up straighter and picked up his pace.

When they arrived at the close round tabular array in the net pocket billiards of luminosity, a rectify looking man in a courting stood up. `` Ah, welcome, Mr. Faranger. '' Now, gentleman, '' he said, addressing the animal trainer. Please disrobe him and I 'll explicate what we 're about here. You can also unbind his arms. '' They did as requested. This time, though, the blonde caressed his genitals every so fleetingly when he reached the bottom and the men exchanged the fainthearted of grinning. They then gave his arms a Jonathan Swift one CVA rub down and left Faranger standing before the moderator and the table of fellow behind him.

'' We are the most scientific and practiced of the groups in The Association. We 've studied whipping strategy, and we know what works and does n't. The goal is to bring you to orgasm without resorting to any other method than botheration. We 're always successful. ''

He picked up a arrow, like a teacher might use to show markings on a blackboard. Instead he indicated space on Faranger 's torso. `` The overall scheme is to avoid your crotch and prat until the very last. This focuses your attention. You 'll find you 're craving pain in those rattling part. We 're highly skilled at wielding the lash and we 'll land very close, but never touching those field. Indeed, when we aim here, '' he touched Faranger in his pubic hair, `` we 'll stimulate one of your helpers hold your erecting out of the way. By that time you 'll definitely have an hard-on, guaranteed. And here, '' he touched the join where Faranger 's thigh met his torso, `` they 'll keep your scrotum out of the way. So, this will be the sequence. I expect you 're already feeling a warm tingling in those areas. Yes ? ``

'' We 'll jump with the least erogenous area, your calves. '' He tapped Faranger 's sura with his pointer. `` Next we 'll lather your spine. In each surface area there will only be four strike, sometimes by one person, sometimes divided between two.

The heaviest whip will be used on your rachis. Mr. Aiello is able to draw the whiplash down here, he stroked Faranger 's hip, but not bear upon your buttocks. '' Faranger cringed inwardly as the solidus of the Spanish pointer down his back created vivid images of whip diagonal, but he also experienced an erotic cramp in his down abdomen, which he was sure was apparent to the onlooker.

'' Then we move to your belly. '' He let the arrow range down the kernel. `` You might think that would be the penult erogenous zone, but really, it 's here. '' He stroked Faranger 's internal thighs from torso to knee. `` You 'll see.

Next, we 'll torment your phallus. We wo n't use an actual whip. Instead we 'll use an instrument just for that purpose. '' He pointed at Faranger 's penis, but did n't touch it. `` By that time you will need this badly. You will be grateful for the painful sensation.

Finally, we 'll use this instrument to whip your buttock so hard that you will ejaculate. Guaranteed. Works every time. '' He picked up an object from the table. It was a piece of slender control board, about 8 column inch broad and two feet long with a handgrip at one end. On one side of it another, even diluent, display board was affixed with hinge. The moderator slammed the board onto the table making a terrific sound that was followed almost simultaneously by the sound of the second base circuit board slamming abode. `` We do n't care to hollo this a paddle, too juvenile. This is an instrument of torment, pure and simple, particularly in the workforce of Mr. Mangu over there. '' He pointed to a large man whose muscles were clearly defined under the jersey under his sportswoman coat. `` This will certainly leave you seriously bruised, but, as we promise in our marketing, no permanent injury. ``

By this time Faranger was not sure as shooting at all that the penalization station was a skillful mind. But there was nothing for it but to hang in there.

'' Now, just a word about the injuries our party whip inflict. '' He picked up a whip with twelve of leather lash, each tipped with a very small chromium steel sword ball. `` These minuscule ball will contuse you. Sometimes they draw blood, but usually not, except for your back. That whip is a standard bull whip. The clever affair about our weapons and our training is that we can leave you with telephone circuit of bruises straight up and down your eubstance. Quite amazing, really. So, for instance, you 'll have a business from here to here. '' He drew his pointer from Faranger 's chest to his pubic hair, just to the leftfield of his will nipple. `` And one from here to here. '' He traced a melody from Faranger 's pharynx, just to the leftfield of his tit bone down to a point just above and to the left hand of his phallus. `` And two more furrow on the other side. We 're very proud of our technique. '' He smiled in a self satisfied way.

'' The design is very important too. You see the lash are spread out along a cross bar, sort of like a garden rake, but look. There 's just a very little remainder in the length. The outer thongs are longer than the middle ace. This is so they make a straight descent when they 're flung out. '' He smiled again with satisfaction.

'' OK. Would you get the whip and thing over there on that table, and distribute them to the associates ? ``

Faranger was on the verge of feeling faint with fear, but went to the tabular array that was indicated. All of the instruments except the wooden one were in a single bundle. He picked it up and went back to the moderator 's side. `` Just clean out something. The right person will ask for it. '' Faranger grasped what looked like a whip for a Equus caballus. A sinewy man to his right leaned over and took it. Next was a shorter whip with dozens of thongs. It was the one the moderator had used in his talk. A middle aged woman reached for it. She was part of the couple who had been ahead of him at the registration desk. `` There 's another one in there. They come as a set. '' Faranger found it and handed it to her better half. He handed a similar pair to another pair, a metal contraption that looked like a declamatory hair curler to a Thomas Young woman '' Then he picked up the infamous wooden instrument and handed it to Mangu. Each clip he handed over an legal instrument he had looked the recipient in the eye, but this sentence, instead of feeling subjugation, he had the mother wit that he was a customer handing out equipment for mass to perform a service. And, as a matter of fact, that was exactly what the situation was.

'' fine, fine. '' Said the moderator. Now we need to tie you in plaza. Please dance step over here. '' He indicated a outer space lit up by a small spotlight. There were ankle bracelets chained to the floor about 3 feet apart, and wrist bracelets hanging from a bar attached to an arm attached to a backbreaking pedestal. The arm was long enough so that there was no impediment to accessing Faranger from any angle.

Faranger 's wrists were shackled and his arms spread out and raised. Like DaVinci 's man in a circle, he thought. This time his mortise joint were also chained. The moderator 's talk about genitals and prat was already making him set out to experience full in just those places, and nothing had yet happened. He was glad his script were shackled, in pillow slip he simply collapsed from fright. The purity of hurting ! he thought scornfully. bullshit ! What could be More of a psychological game than this business of focusing on something by not touching it. But he was helpless. It worked. He longed for someone to just slap his prick and his ass. hard !

The world-class associate degree to draw near him were a youthful couple. Their whips had rafts of thong, of slightly dissimilar duration, attached the handle in a ceremonious style. They took turns, each slamming his calves twice in turn. It hurt, certainly, but the moderator was right. Much of the sensation was arousal in his genitals and buttocks.

Next came the man with the heavy whiplash. As Faranger watched him he felt an dainty rush of reverence integrate with stimulation. The man went behind Faranger, just out of his plain of visual sensation. He waited for various moments. Faranger tensed in anticipation, digging his fingerbreadth into his decoration. Finally a blow came, diagonally from berm to hip. The tip of the whip snaked down his compensate English, next to his cheek. But, of form, not touching it. The same thing happened from the other management much quicker than Faranger expected or could ready for. His back was already aflare when the whip landed across his shoulder brand, and just below his waist. His unscathed back throbbed, as did the focal distributor point, which had not yet been touched.

Then two cleaning lady approached and positioned themselves on either side of him. The blonde handler came and gently held Faranger 's phallus down as far as was possible. The touch gave him no relief. It only inflamed him. The fair sex took it in twist to lay almost perfectly straight stripes down his torso. The second strike caught in some pubic hairs. `` Oh, I 'm so no-good ! '' one of the women said, apparently with sincerity, as she pulled them out to release the whip. Faranger had strength enough to smile to himself through the hurting at the irony of it.

The quarter people to conduct their turn were an onetime couple, almost elderly. Their whiplash were short and of the `` rakehell '' construction. The blond manager raised Faranger 's scrotum. Faranger gripped the mountain chain holding his wrist handcuff. The couple first whipped Faranger 's inner second joint in the front end, swinging from above his thigh. But for the 2nd blows, they came at him from prat and marked his inner second joint toward the binding. The moderator was right. This was even more painful and erotic than the blows on his torso. It 's almost over. What will come about ? Will I come through all this pain ?

Finally the avoidance strategy was over. The young woman with the metal cylinder approached him. It was hinged along one face and lined with small knob. She closed it around his penis and began to draw the two sides together. She carefully watched Faranger 's face and his erection, extracting the most infliction possible without causing it to burst. He gritted his teeth and dispose his foreland back, groaning, suppressing a loud cry. When she removed the device Faranger felt some relievo, but still craved completion.

The man with the wooden paddle approached. He paused long enough to engage Faranger 's gaze, his own typeface expressionless. Fear and anticipation and intimate tautness overwhelmed him, cringing and craving at the Lapplander metre. And then it came, a muscular coke to his fanny. come injection from his soundbox. He cried out in painfulness and climax, a second clock time. A third meter. There was no fourth nose candy. Faranger was clearly finished. The man returned to the table and sat down.

Faranger panted for several moments and then gave a long suspiration, grateful that the nuisance was finally sufficient to meet his pauperization. He could rest now.



REST

And, indeed, rest came quickly. When the handlers arrived, Faranger was hanging by his articulatio radiocarpea, so one held him up with an arm around his waist while the other unshackled him. The handlers did n't put on the arm restraint or the mantle, nor did they let him sit down. Instead they brought his arm across their shoulders and made their way directly to a John Cage in the crescent of the three station. It was about four feet high and set on a four foot highschool stand. A circle of Light Within was switched on around them. The batting cage was large enough to comfortably reconcile a man lying down on the dramatise control surface, with a small leather pillow, and there was more blank between the pillow and the end of the coop. `` The room access will be locked until morning, so, of course, you 'll have to pass the Nox here, '' said the darker animal trainer. `` But it also prevents the spectators from touching you with anything but their hands. The ataraxic we 'll give you is unattackable enough that you should be able-bodied to get a few hr of secure sleep anyway. ''

There was a specialize urinal attached to one exterior corner, appearing to be made of rose quartz glass."Go ahead,"said the blond animal trainer."The rule against touching yourself is over."

Faranger took advantage of the chance, reflecting on how the Word of God"relieve"could be so especially appropriate in certain condition. He was cognizant that there were people in the surrounding darkness watching him. But it no longer mattered. He and the handler watched the stream swirl down the crystal and then Faranger lifted himself onto the floor of the John Milton Cage Jr. and sat with his legs hanging over the edge. The glum one fetched a ice from a shelf on the end of the batting cage. `` This drink has no excitant, '' he said. `` Instead it will loosen up you and countenance you to sleep if you wish. '' Faranger drank it down. No bubbles, just a soothing herbal tea taste.

"Would you like me to contact you after you leave here ?"asked the blonde. Faranger valued the memory of his violation, but ..."No, I think not. But thank you. give thanks you for everything."Both animal trainer nodded and said,"arrivederci, sir."“ Goodbye ”, said Faranger."He pulled his legs into the cage and lay down on his tummy, exhausted.

The white gowned meeter arrived and climbed in, after setting down her silver tray in the place above the pillow. `` There 's some haemorrhage on your back. This will sting a little, but it will contain the hemorrhage. '' It stung a lot - teeth abrasion, but as the bunko game faded so did the burning pain. It felt wonderful. But even better was when she rubbed lotion into his buttocks with a business firm, kind, rotary gesture. He knew he was badly bruised. She applied ointment from a tubing to his anus and then proceeded to rub lotion onto the bruises along his thighs and calves. The ointment was cool and warm at the same time. Her helping hand were wonderfully gentle. The whipping was almost worth the joy of this treatment.

"Could you turn over, please ? I'll do your front."Now I can see her, he thought. But she was sitting sideways with her head bent. Her hair prevented his getting a skilful look and he was too tired to clear an endeavour to catch a expert glance.

He spread his legs enough for her to touch the wholly length of the marker on his thighs. She applied the same treatment to his dresser and ramification, and as she worked her way down his torso, he could only see her back. When she gently soothed his spite penis he thought he would once again be dragged into arousal, but the drink had done its job. There was only a slight swelling. He was on the edge of sopor. He luxuriated in surrendering himself to her care. His body had been engulfed in grade insignia of pain since the lashing, but now he was only sore.

When she left he turned on his incline, rested his school principal in his unexpended hand and pulled his top leg up. It 's how he usually went to slumber. The lighter had dimmed considerably. He could n't see any viewer just before he closed his optic, but presently he felt hands on him here and there. He felt no angle of inclination to await to see who they were until mortal softly brushed his hair back from his brow. He opened his middle a minuscule bit and looked into the face of the woman with the black glasses. That 's OK, was his last thought before he fell asleep.



LOVE

Some hours later he surfaced from sleep to suit cognizant of an arm across his chest. He stirred just a petty and realized that there was a trunk close against his own. female person. The lightness was very dim, but he could see clearly that it was the attendant, naked now, but more importantly, he could see her face ! It was n't a beautiful fount. It was a wondrous brass ! It 's aeroplane and curves tugged on his store. Its idiosyncrasy called to him. He leaned on his elbow and took it between his bridge player. Ah ! He had n't touched anything in minute ! He was overwhelmed. She opened her center and put her arms around him. There was a hitch in his breathing. Is this what the mean when they say your heart turned over ?

She turned to her side and he was certainly cognisant of her softness pressed against the length of him, but he could n't really plow his attention from her face. He kissed her eyes and her cheeks and her mouth. A chaste, getting to sleep together you kiss. He leaned back to see the unit of her face again. It was sufficient for now.

'' I 'm so glad to see you, '' he said, a many superimposed comment.

'' And I you, '' she smiled.

'' What 's your figure ? ``

'' Sandra. Sandra Fremont. ``

'' I guess you know mine. ``

'' Yes. Oh, yes. ``

She moved her arm up and down his spine and kissed him. He took her face in his hands and she returned the gesture. They opened their rima oris and their spit engaged in beguiled geographic expedition. His script roved over her marvelously piano organic structure. Her titty filled them to overflowing. Ah ! it was so good to make agency. To be capable to lead up action ! And what activeness ! He buried his face between her titty. He kissed his way down to her sex and found her swollen and wet.

Of line he had an erection by now, but it was not the turgid, throbbing Hammond organ of over stimulant. It was the wholly adequate substance of joining with another mortal. He slid the tip slowly between her sheepfold, over her swollen button. Her welcoming vagina seemed to coax him inside. After his flood tide he rested on his arms in the tranquilize to see her soft noises and palpate the moving ridge inside her embrace him. They lay together with his headland on one breast and his helping hand on the former. She nestled her cheek against his forehead and held him in her arms.

Some metre later Faranger awoke and found their attitude reversed. She was sleeping with her head on his shoulder. Her haircloth fell across her cheek so he could hardly see her face. It was a depiction of her that he treasured, but he gently drew her hairsbreadth back anyway He watched her fondly until her eyes opened. `` Look at you ! '' he said endearingly.

'' smell at you, '' she corrected sleepily.

They turned toward one another and wrapped their limb around each other. `` I ca n't believe this, '' said Faranger, his face buried between her neck and shoulder.

'' Believe it. I believe everyone has left. Come with me. We can take a cascade. Our clothes and things are waiting for us. ``

They held handwriting as they headed into the black border of the hallway. The changing room was a sensitive sized, brightly lit space. Their wearing apparel were hanging in a small bay. They stepped into the shower and soaped each former, and kissed each other, and hugged each other. And then they slowly dried each former with the big fluffy towels that were at hand.



LIFE

"Ahhh, that feels so near !"said Faranger as he pulled his snug boxer briefs up to his waist.

"Yes,"said Sandra, executing the last wiggle to get her sheer tights in berth."There's a grand protection about clothing."

'' Do you have to be somewhere ? '' he asked. `` Do you have time for breakfast ? ``

'' A short one. java shop ? I have a meeting at nine. ``

'' Where do you process ? ``

'' I 'm a fiscal psychoanalyst at Grimsby Hawthorne. ``

'' No ! Me too ! Well, not at Grimsby Hawthorne. I actually own my own small investment firm. But it 's nice to bonk we can blab out about our work. Do n't you reckon ? ``

'' Yeah, I think, '' she said with a smile that almost wrinkled her nose. `` Can I tie your tie for you ? I love tying men 's railroad tie. '' She stood in front of him and tied the tie. When she was done she ran her hands down his crisp white shirt straw man. When she reached his belt she slid them around behind and down and pulled their consistence together. They embraced and kissed for a long time.

They exited the building to find a glorious spring day. Faranger thought that the leaves must be just a little bigger than they were yesterday, but he could n't say. They took hands and headed down the street, grinning at each former every now and then like fry playing truancy. They went into a coffee shop on the corner across from the park. Faranger went to the counter to get their crescent roll and coffee bean, and when he sat down again he said, `` So ... was the unhurt Nox section of your contract ? ``

'' No, not at all. I just wanted to be with you so badly ! My contract bridge only required that I stay the night so I could render you the changing elbow room and lock the room access on the way out. ``

'' Ah ... ah.. This is just ... ''

'' Yes, is n't it. '' Smile.

'' Would you like to have dinner tonight ? ``

'' Oh, for sure ! We have to. ``

'' At Chez Donald ? At 6 for drinks ? I think it 's about half way between where we work. ``

'' That sounds just right. ``

They ate for a patch, looking up from their food repeatedly, to taste the circumstances. Finally Faranger said, `` Well, I guess it 's meter to start the day. I have to go say 'Hi'to Stephanie and Pederson. '' Sandra put her paw over his, with a consoling look. They went out of the chocolate shop, shared a appease candy kiss and headed off in opposite word directions.

Faranger walked up the street along the park, and when he entered the edifice and walked up to Stephanie's desk, he was sorry for her obvious fright. Her eyes uncontrollably went to the flatbed front of his bloomers. He smiled."Stephanie, I wanted to thank you for your help in conclusion night. And to tell you that things will be rule. You don't need to interest about any repercussions."She nodded, still wordless. He knew he was doing her a party favour by leaving decent away.

He went up the stairs at a magazine and headed straight for Pederson's desk. Pederson was always there betimes. Pederson wasn't overtly frightened, but he looked at Faranger with vexation."Hi, Ralph."( He'd looked up the maiden public figure on his phone. )"Thanks for your assist last night. You were bright,"he said with an ironic smile."No motive to care about any repercussions."Pederson nodded tentatively.

On the way to his office, Faranger savored the intellection that whenever he was near Pederson or Stephanie he could gestate a frisson of recollection of his night at 12 Maxbridge Street.

At five o'clock he got out the business card that Sandra had given him and dialed her work bit. `` I ca n't wait till six. Can you get away now ? ``

'' Yes, I can. I 'll see you at the restaurant in 10 minutes ? ``

'' See you then. ``

When they saw each former they embraced eagerly. `` I 'm so beaming to see you ! ``

'' Me too ! ``

They took a small table in the bar, ordered drinks and started nibbling peanuts.

"So, we know what I was doing there finally dark, said Faranger. `` How did you come to be there ?"

"Once or twice a yr I sign up to be a sex striver for a weekend. This clip they gave me to The Association for the dark. Yes, I guess I know why you were there. But how did you find out about it ?"

"I called a phone number I found in a cryptic ad in a powder store. I asked them to institutionalize me info. This is what they sent me."He leaned over and picked up his briefcase. He set it on his lap and opened it just a lilliputian way. He drew out an gasbag and pulled out a stiff wit bordered in black-market. It was about three inches by eight inches. In elegant printing it said :

The affiliation

We can provide a night of

pain in the ass and sexual humiliation

$ 3000

Confidentiality is guaranteed.

There will be no permanent accidental injury, photography or film.

margin call 1-617-555-5555 for an appointment.

He smiled at her."So I signed up."

She said,"Do you think you'll ever do anything like this again ?"

"I don't know. It's too soon. Right now I have no inclination, and I have a hard meter imagining that anything would n't be an anti-climax. Sic, '' he added, with a nod to the repeat substance. `` Certainly I do n't get any early people in my lifetime like Pederson and Stephanie. '' His grin turned wry.

'' And you ? Will you stay on your weekends ?"

"Probably. But maybe not. We'll see."She smiled back.

He put his hand over hers. `` Did you see everything ? ``

Softly, `` Yes. I saw everything. '' She placed her other mitt over his.

He picked it up and kissed the back of it. `` I think I 'm glad. ``

dinner party was toothsome. It fit with the delectability of the unit eventide. They dived into getting to bed each other. `` Well, I 'm relieved that we agree on government, '' she said. `` I ca n't suppose how couples like King James Carville and The Virgin Matalin do it. Do you think they debate every evening over supper ? Or d'you think that they long ago agreed just not to talk politics ? What DO they verbalize about ? political relation are their lives. ``

'' Dunno. It 's a mystery. ``

When they 'd eaten most of their dinner Sandra said, `` Why do n't you come and spend the Night at my home ? The stores are still loose. We can get you a fresh shirt and tie and run your underclothes through the wash. ''

Faranger laughed a trivial bit. `` I do n't think I 'll be up for anything for a while. ``

'' Of course of study not, silly. Who knows in force than I do that you need to recuperate. But would n't it be nice just to hold each other for a hanker time ? ``

'' Yes, it would be very, very squeamish. Let 's go get me a shirt and tie. ``

*****

'' I can get in force fundament to the Celtic language tonight, '' said John. `` Do you like hoops ? ``

'' well, sure. I ca n't say I 'm educated about it, but it goes fast. And I really do favor those uniforms to football and hockey, '' she said grinning.

'' It 's my briny sport. I like football on TV, '' but that 's about it.

'' I like the food and company around football game. But I only really watch when there 's about to be a touchdown. ``

'' wellspring, good. I 'll get the tickets.

*****

'' I found a mantle Verdean restaurant. Want to try it tonight ? '' he asked one cockcrow over breakfast.

'' Sure ! I like trying out new kinds of eating house. I 've always wanted to try Ethiopian, for instance. ``

'' I know of one. If you like that sort of thing we could make it a kind of ritual to try a different ethnical restaurant every week or so until we 've exhausted what Boston has to declare oneself. Wan na ? ``

'' Yeah ! That 's a great melodic theme. Where is ness Verde anyway ? ``

'' I used to guess it was in the Caribbean Sea, but it 's in Africa. ``

*****

'' No !, '' he snorted. `` No way am I taking a walk in the rain when it 's 45 stage out. I would n't take a walk in the rainwater if it were 75 degrees out. Do n't you have a girl who likes that kind of idiocy ? ``

'' Yeah, I do. I 'll call her. I guess I ought to stoke my friendships. I 've been neglecting masses. ``

*****

They had established that they had unlike tastes in pop music, but they had already mutually enjoyed the symphony and a chamber music concert when she asked `` Do you like wind ? ``

'' well, I do n't really know much about it. But one of my fondest memories, is when I was in college and get a line a wind terzetto at the Thomas Carlyle in Manhattan. I do n't fuck if the euphony made it so extra or just the ambience. ``

'' well, let 's see if you do like it. There 's a great, small jazz baseball club I 'd wish us to go to. ``

'' You 're on. ``

*****

'' So how about we do n't do anything special tonight ? '' she said. `` We can have soup and a sandwich at my place and read and then follow some movie in bed. ``

'' Do you have tomato soup ? And cheese for grilled Malva sylvestris ? ``

'' I do. But you do n't receive a book. ``

'' Yes, I do. I 've got one book of account at my place and a different one at yours. I read them concurrently. ``

'' Then we have a plan. We 'll walk, OK ? ``

'' Sounds complete to me. ``

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