If this is the first story of mine that you read, you might enjoy this series more by starting with chapter 1 as there are references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. The ship’s itinerary is purely fictional.
To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author’s page in order of their appearance in the stories.
Chapter 51: Linda as a 24-hour slave
It is now Sunday, January the third, and I have finally recovered from my year-end and New Year’s antics in the club and with Alicia and her family. In two weeks, on the 15th, Jeff and Rachel from Florida will arrive for their visit to Grace and Nancy, before traveling on to Italy to meet up with Gina and Victoria. That gives me ample time to collect on the 24 hours of Linda’s slavery I won in London, so, high time to give her a call.
“Hi Linda, this is your friendly Master from London calling.”
“Oh hi Lew, I was expecting a call. I was sure you wouldn’t forget about the challenge, or are you calling about something else?”
“No of course not, I can’t imagine you thought I’d forget about something as important as that?”
“No not really – but one can always hope.”
“Would you have forgotten should I have lost?”
“Probably not no. So when would you like to collect?”
“How about next weekend, unless you have something planned with Astrid or have to do a fashion thing somewhere else.”
“No, I’ve got nothing on, I’m busy on Monday, but free on Saturday and Sunday.”
“Excellent, and, just to make sure it’s not inconvenient in any other way, you don’t have your period?”
“No, that’s kind of you to think of that.”
“I’m afraid I’m more thinking of myself dear, it rather spoils the pleasure of eating pussy.”
“No you’re right there, but does that mean you will be eating my pussy then?”
“I did promise you, girls, at least 5 orgasms during your 24-hour period of slavery, and I intend to keep my promise. Cunnilingus is a very pleasurable way of giving a woman an orgasm.”
“God Lew, you say the nicest things,” she replied with a giggle.
“Excellent so how about we start your slavery Saturday evening at 6, until Sunday evening at 6.”
“Sounds good, I can still do a lot of stuff Saturday and I’ll be home in time to have a good night’s sleep for another week at the grindstone.”
“It’s a deal then, and by the way, don’t bother to put on or bring too many clothes, you’ll be naked most of the time anyway, especially when we go to the club Saturday evening.”
“Are we going to put on a show?”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes please, I loved it during the inauguration and again during the New Year’s Eve party, but I hope you will find something different for me this time, and you will be the only one playing with me.”
“That definitely, you will be my personally owned little sex slave to play with that night.”
“Oh my God I’m already getting all excited, you should feel my pussy getting all wet.”
“The thought of you getting all excited and wet makes me kind of horny as well, I can’t wait to get my hands on your enticing body again.”
“Is that all you intend to use, only your hands?”
“Don’t you worry my dear I’ll challenge you yet, I will take special lessons with Jack and Tanja to take you to and maybe even beyond your boundaries.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Just to warn you, you may look, how shall I put it? A bit used, marked for a couple of days after that weekend, I hope you don’t have any lingerie show or photo sessions on the week after?”
“No, no, nothing of the kind, it’s just regular work in Astrid’s boutique, it’s the sales period, Solden as we call it, you know.”
“Oh yes, Winter sales, how could I forget.”
“Yes, we’ll have plenty of visitors trying to buy stuff at reduced prices, once that’s finished we’ll be presenting the Spring collection, but I hope that by then all marks on my body will have disappeared.”
“I can guarantee it, no permanent marks.”
“Do I have to bring something special?”
“Yes maybe one thing, bring an apron.”
“An apron, why do I need an apron?”
“Your first assignment will consist of preparing your Master a nice meal.”
“Are you sure you want to risk that? I’m not exactly a kitchen princess.”
“If the food is not up to scratch, I’ll have every reason to punish you.”
“Oh I see, prepare yourself then for really bad food, I love to be punished, especially by you.”
“Be aware that punishment can come in various forms, it doesn’t always have to be a spanking or flogging, be aware that it’s winter and mighty cold outside and I may want more than just a quick nude snow angel.”
“Oh no Lew, you know how I abhor the cold.”
Note to self: I definitely need to foresee some punishment in the cold for her.
“That might be the right incentive to prepare a nice meal then,” I replied.
“You’ve really thought this through haven’t you?”
“Yes dear, that’s what makes the difference between a Master and a slave.”
“OK, I’ll practise this week in the kitchen to put a decent meal on the table for my Master.”
“That’s the spirit, I’ll send you a list of ingredients and what I would like you to prepare with them! So see you Saturday, 6 pm sharp, every second late will entail one lash with the whip.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Goodbye, slave.”
The remainder of the week was rather uneventful, with people dropping off memory cards or sticks with their New Year party snapshots for printing or a request to put them into a wall calendar, so before I realized it, it was five-thirty pm Saturday and I could close the shop. Again we weren’t lucky this season, we hadn’t had a white Christmas, but as it often did, it started to snow a few days after New Year, so I would be able to make a few nice snow angel photos with Linda in my roof garden.
To be on the safe side with the food that was going to be prepared by my slave, I chose to make her prepare something relatively simple. As a starter, I chose a simple vegetable soup with small meatballs. This was to be followed by chicken with the remainder of the small meatballs and mushrooms in a creamy sauce served in a puff pastry, otherwise known as “Vol au Vent”, and accompanied by croquettes from the deep freeze. Making them fresh would take too much time. To create a friendly atmosphere I opted for a bottle of Beaujolais Saint-Amour.
For dessert, I thought of vanilla ice cream with a dash of Hasselt coffee liqueur topped with whipped cream. I hoped that she would be able to prepare this without bungling it. In my opinion, it should take her a maximum of 1 to 1.5 hours to prepare. Cutting the veggies for the soup and rolling the small meatballs would absorb most of the time. I had bought a fried chicken so all she needed to do was cut it up into the right size small chunks. Cutting the mushrooms, making the creamy sauce, and frying the croquettes was child’s stuff.
I hoped we could finish the meal by 9. Depending on her food preparation performance I would either just shoot the snow angel photos or punish her a bit by leaving her a little longer naked in the cold on my roof garden. I hoped a bit for the second option as it would be great fun to warm her up again with a flogger when I allowed her back inside.
A few minutes before 6 the bell rang. When I checked the video phone, I saw it was Linda, so I buzzed her in. I heard her bound up the stairs so I opened the apartment door. She looked at me and said, “Hi Lew, am I on time?”
I looked very sternly at her and she looked back a bit surprised by my stern look.
“Have I done anything wrong?” she asked.
“You’ve done a lot, wrong slave!” I said, “first you are still dressed, the rule was that you should be naked at all times when in a private residence. Second I’m not Lew to you, I’m your Master and you should address me as such. Third, you will not speak unless asked a direct question. So you’ve already earned yourself 3 times 10 lashes with whatever instrument of punishment I deem fit or any alternative punishment I can think of.”
She just stood there looking at me not knowing if I meant it or what to do next. I looked again at her with the angriest face I could muster and continued, “what are you waiting for, take those clothes off.”
I’d never before seen her shed her clothes so fast. I think she was starkers in less than 3 seconds, her clothes strewn all over the floor at her feet. She also understood immediately that this was for real and that I meant business, so as soon as she was naked, she assumed the slave waiting position, her hands behind her lower back and her feet at shoulder width, her legs slightly opened, eyes looking straight ahead.
I walked around her and when I stood behind her I couldn’t resist giving a slap with my hand on one of her buttocks. She flinched, I guessed more because she didn’t expect it as it couldn’t have really hurt. I proceeded to attach a leather collar with a metal ring in the front around her neck and hooked a leash to the ring by which I could lead her like an obedient little puppy.
“OK slave, pick up your stuff,” I barked while tugging on the leash guiding her into the apartment. She looked a bit flushed, and I could see in her eyes she was angry, as in her mind she had arrived well on time and had no idea I was going to play it that strictly. Maybe I needed to let her cool down a bit, so I took her straight to the big window overlooking the roof garden, opened it, and led her outside into the dark, where I attached her by the leash to one of the pillars of the gazebo about halfway into the garden and left her there. It was about -5° C (23°F) and the ground was covered with a few inches of snow.
I switched on a spotlight and watched her from the inside. I saw her put her arms around her body but it didn’t take very long for her to start shivering. I could imagine her feet must be freezing standing in the snow. I left her there for about 60 seconds, which I think to her must have felt more like 10 minutes. When I led her back inside, it took her a while to stop shivering.
“Are we still an angry slave?”
“No Master,” she whispered, her teeth chattering.
“Excellent, now put on your apron and you can get started on the meal.”
She quickly picked up the apron she had brought from the pile of clothes she had taken off and moved to the kitchen.
“What you need is in the fridge,” I said.
She went to the fridge, got the vegetables out for the soup, and started peeling, slicing, and dicing them. By the time she had finished, she had stopped shivering and was working pretty fast and efficiently. In no time at all, she had a pot boiling on the induction cooker and a nice smell started to permeate the apartment. Next, she took out the ground meat to roll the little meatballs for the soup and the Vol au Vent. The apron she had brought was rather small, it had a narrow part on the top which sometimes allowed her boobs to spill out the side whenever she moved a little fast, regularly giving me enticing views. The back however was the most alluring, with just a little strap around her neck and a cute bow at her lower back, just above her jutting buttocks. When I looked at the front the apron barely covered her pubic area. When she moved around I could regularly feast my eyes on her pussy as it occasionally peeked from under the apron.
I was getting hornier and hornier. I congratulated myself on instructing Linda to bring an apron. A woman always looks that little bit more alluring when parts of her naked body are covered or partially hidden from view, and this apron sure as hell did the trick. I was wondering if her body temperature was increasing as well, and I’m not talking about her whole body but only certain specific parts. I needed to know so I snuck up behind her while she was concentrating on rolling the little meatballs and slid my hand between her legs. She almost jumped out of her skin giving a small shriek, as all of a sudden she felt my hand between her legs. There was no doubt she was horny just like I was, her pussy felt lightly moist, and when I slid one finger inside she moaned.
“Do you like this?” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh yes Master, I prefer this over the cold outside.”
“I can imagine you do, but you knew you were going to be punished when you found out you were not obeying the rules and giving me that angry look.”
“Yes and I’m very sorry Master, I deserved to be punished.”
“Yes, but I guess you had another kind of punishment in mind when you found out, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Master I was hoping that you would give me a spanking or a flogging.”
“Don’t you worry my little slave, the cold treatment was just to warm you up for what’s to come,” I said with a chuckle, hoping she understood the pun, and she did.
“So when do you think we can have our dinner?”
“I hope to be ready by seven-thirty Master.”
“Excellent, would you care for an aperitif?”
“I would love one Master if that is allowed.”
“It most certainly is, it’s not because you are my slave this evening that you shouldn’t enjoy a dinner with all the trimmings, Champagne OK for you?”
“Oh yes, Master I’d like that very much.”
I opened a bottle of champers and poured each of us a flute. I saw she drank thirstily from it, already hot from the cooking. Excellent, it would help her shed the last of her inhibitions, not that she had many left after her appearances in the club, but it always helps to do just that little bit more. I must say I was very pleasantly surprised by her cooking. The food was excellent, she had managed to roll the tiniest meatballs I’d ever seen and tasted. I couldn’t fault her there, it was a good thing she had made the mistakes when she arrived. It took me a while to find an idea – maybe I could punish her for keeping the apron on while we ate. Halfway through the meal, I again looked sternly at her.
“Haven’t you forgotten something slave?”
She looked at me with big fearful eyes, not knowing what I was hinting at.
“Please tell me Master so that I can correct it,” she replied.
“What was the rule about clothing?”
“That I needed to be completely naked any time I was in a private residence.”
“And are you naked?”
She looked at herself and suddenly realized she was still wearing her apron. “I’m so sorry Master I completely forgot to take it off when we started the meal and I was no longer preparing it.” She jumped up and removed it in a flash.
“That’s much better, but I will need to add to your punishment for breaking this rule.”
“Yes, Master, ” she said looking demurely into her plate while she continued eating.
When she finished her food, she waited until I had, then cleared the table and prepared the dessert. By the time we had finished the ice cream with the coffee liqueur and whipped cream, she was sufficiently cooled down on the inside to now cool her outside by making a snow angel outside in the garden. I didn’t think it would feel as bad as the first time because between the two of us we had finished a bottle of champagne and one of Beaujolais Saint-Amour, plus a good shot of Hasselt coffee liqueur in the dessert.
She didn’t protest when I led her back outside and made her lie down in the virgin snow in the garden and make a snow angel. It was divine, her naked body on the white snow with her arms and legs shifting the snow producing the angel image. She even seemed to enjoy herself as she kept on swiveling with her arms and legs, producing a tiny mountain of snow against her pussy and next to her naked body. When I had taken all the photos I had in mind, including a small video, I stuck out my hand to help her back to her feet. When I let go she put her arms high in the air, and danced around in the snow before turning a couple of cartwheels; she was stunning. When I led her back inside I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She responded likewise slipping her hot tongue deep into my mouth.
I took my shirt off quickly as I wanted to feel her ice-cold skin and tits against me and warm her up again. The French would refer to them as “seins de glace” or “Ice Breasts”, but as it is pronounced the same way in French as “Ice Saints” or “Saints de Glace”, it’s probably best avoided. For those interested, these three Saints Days occur mid-May and traditionally you don’t get frost after those dates so from then onwards you can put frost-sensitive seedlings and plants outside.
Anyway, for the moment, let’s forget Saints and stick with “les seins”. When I bent down to suck on her cold, rock-hard nipples it felt like licking an ice popsicle. When I put my hands on her butt it also felt ice cold. Moving my hand between her legs gave me a totally different feeling, there she was hot and wet, and I suspected not only from the melted snow.
Once I had tasted her tits, I also wanted to taste her pussy, so I dropped to my knees and attacked her snatch, licking and sucking on her pussy lips, and moving towards her pleasure bean which had never felt this cold to my tongue. It was like a frozen drop of water hiding under its protective hood, but I soon melted it, making her moan. While she remained standing with her legs slightly apart, I continued feverishly licking and sucking her cunt, seeking the entrance to her wet channel with my tongue. Maybe this was a good time to give her the first of the 5 promised orgasms during her 24-hour period as my slave.
She sure started giving all the signs of an approaching climax. She held my head against her mons wordlessly, urging me wordlessly on to eat her pussy out. Now sitting on the floor I had slid between her open legs with both my hands on her butt cheeks pushing her against my face. She opened her legs a bit more and I went searching with my fingers for her backdoor. Once I found it I tried to slip a finger in. At first, I met some resistance but with the help of the juices flowing from her pussy I managed to slide it inside of her to the first knuckle. Once the first part was in, the remainder of my finger found its way easily into her dark passage.
I could clearly feel that she was now on the brink of an orgasm when all of a sudden I had an idea. I had given myself a gift over the Christmas period, something I’ve always wanted to buy but never got around to it: a nicely padded massage table. What better way to inaugurate this new toy of mine, plus, what better punishment could I inflict on Lind than keeping her on edge and denying her a quick orgasm, so I pulled my finger out of her ass and stopped eating her pussy.
“Why did you stop? I am just on the verge of an orgasm,” she said with a plaintive voice.
“You will only orgasm when I allow you to orgasm slave, and for the moment I prefer to keep you on edge.”
“Oh no Master, please…”
“Shut up and come with me,” I stood up, grabbed her leash, and led her to the spare bedroom where I had the massage table set up, “lie down on your back,” I barked. Linda climbed onto the table and lay down her arms next to her body. While she was doing that I dropped my trousers and boxer shorts, I was now as naked as she was.
“Arms up, I want to see them tities of yours on full display!” which she immediately did. I took up a position just behind her head and began to tickle along the inside of her arms. Of course, she tried to pull away but I was prepared and grabbed her right wrist and cuffed it to the top of the table, the left one quickly followed. Now she couldn’t bring her arms down anymore, giving me full unrestricted access to her naked upper body. She couldn’t keep from laughing like crazy though and kept squirming quite a bit when I continued my trip toward her armpits and further down her ribcage.
When I had tickled her enough, I grabbed a bottle of baby oil, squirted a generous amount between her tits, and began massaging her fun bags. I then let my hands travel down her abdomen towards her pussy, which unfortunately I just couldn’t reach from my position at the head of the table. My hard cock slid over her hair and forehead, all the way to her nose. She felt it and like a snake, she began to slide upward, bringing my cock closer to her mouth. I took my hands away from her to let her do what she wanted to do. She slid so much up that her head was now over the edge of the massage table, hanging down and when I approached again she took my cock deep into her hot mouth.
When I now again began to massage her upper body I could easily reach her pussy. “Clever girl,” I thought, she pleasures me and hopes I will do the same for her now that I can reach her cunt with my hands and fingers. Well, I wouldn’t want to fail her, this kind of initiative deserves to be rewarded, and I couldn’t think of any better reward than an orgasm. I had a Magic Wand hidden under the table, so I grabbed it, turned it on to the lowest position, and pressed it against her snatch. Although eventually, my ultimate goal was to give her, her much-desired orgasm, I still wanted to keep her on edge for a while. She began to moan. The vibrations she thus created around my cock deep in her mouth were not exactly what I was aiming for as I didn’t want to cum yet, so I braced myself, concentrating on her pussy.
As if on automatic pilot she opened her legs wider and wider while taking my cock even deeper in her mouth to make me cum, probably hoping that I would take pity on her and let her cum too. My only possible defense was to turn up the vibrations of the magic wand or pull my cock out of her mouth, which was difficult the way I was positioned. I decided to go for broke and put her out of her misery and let her cum while she made me cum, so I turned the magic wand to maximum. Her reaction was immediate. She pulled her legs up like a frog, opening even wider than before, arching her back, and hollowing her stomach. The way she was now, she looked extremely alluring, it was a pity I didn’t have any hands free to take pictures. Her moaning increased fivefold giving me most probably the same feeling on my cock as the wand must be producing on her pussy.
Both our breathing became fast and shallow as a torrent of searing pleasure burned through our bodies, causing hers to convulse as she tumbled over the crest, and took me with her into a body-shuddering orgasm. Her cunt squirted all over the place with her belly pulsing as she howled out her rapture, while I filled her eager mouth with rope after rope of sticky semen, growling and grumbling deep in my throat. As she sucked the last drops of cum out of my slowly softening cock, I pulled it out and saw her swallow. I dropped on a nearby chair and she tried to sit back on the table, but her cuffed hands didn’t allow it. I guess her neck must have been pretty sore from the unnatural position it had been in for the past 15 to 20 minutes while sucking me, so I quickly undid the cuffs.
She whispered, “Thank you, Master.”
“My pleasure slave,” I replied, after which we both burst out laughing at the absurdity of our remarks. But then Linda looked very seriously at me, and I wondered why.
“Lew…”
“Master,” I corrected her.
She kept on looking seriously which got me worried a bit, so I looked again at her and asked, “what is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?”
“I don’t mind playing but if it’s OK with you I would like to have your advice on something first,” she said looking gloomy.
“What is it darling, what’s on your mind?”
“How can I put it…I’ve got a problem and I don’t have anyone I can talk to, and over time, you’ve become some sort of a father figure to me.”
“I wouldn’t really describe our relationship as a father/daughter relationship, not with all the sex we’ve had, but OK, what’s bothering you, am I too old?”
“No nothing like that, and I thoroughly enjoy the sex, but as I said I know no one older with more life experience like you I can talk to.”
“You’re not pregnant are you?”
“No silly, I know very well how to avoid getting pregnant, it’s more about relationships and trying to figure out what I want in life for myself. This thing with Astrid and others that I’m now modeling for, it’s nice but it will end, fairly soon I think, I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”
“Yes but you have your studies, you wanted to be a lawyer?”
“Yeah I know, but now I’m not so sure anymore about that either.”
“Would you like to study something different?”
“No, not really, oh Lew, I don’t know what I want,” she said while she came into my arms crying. I let her cry a bit until it finally died down and she sat up again, her eyes all red and puffy. I gave her a handkerchief to dry her eyes and cheeks and blow her nose. It became immediately clear to me she had a whole bunch of unresolved issues from the past and present.
“It’s obvious to me that there’s something serious, but it seems you’re struggling to talk about it?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to give it a try?”
“I don’t know, you’ll probably think I’m being silly.”
“If it’s such a problem for you, I will never think you’re being silly dear, but take your time, we have about 20 hours left to talk about what it is that’s bothering you.”
“What about my time as your slave then?”
“I think this is far more important than any silly slave/Master game, I love you far too much to put something like that before your well-being.”
“Do you really love me?”
“Yes dear, I love you like a friend, like a father even if you wish, but I’m not in love with you, I hope you understand the difference. I will do anything for you, even give up the wonderful sex we have if that can make you feel better.”
We sat together silently on the massage table for a long time, me holding her in one arm, her head resting on my shoulder, her hands in her lap, when all of a sudden she burst out.
“I have met a guy and he claims he’s in love with me and I love the great sex we have together but something is missing.”
“Can you elaborate on the ‘something’?”
“Well he makes me feel good and he’s always very considerate when we have sex, making sure I always cum before he does. He never asks me to do something I don’t want to do, well basically a bit like when I have sex with you, but something is missing, something I feel when I’m with you and I don’t feel with him.”
“And what is that something then that you feel with me and not with him?”
“How can I describe it, some sort of security, a feeling of being wanted and taken care of, as I said the sex is wonderful, but… say something would happen, one or other calamity… I don’t know a fire or an earthquake, I think he would first save himself and leave me be, and that’s not the kind of feeling I have when I’m with you or that I would like to have when I consider spending the rest of my life with someone.”
“Maybe this a stupid question, but do you think he is too much of a shellfish guy?”
“I don’t think so for the moment, but I think if given the opportunity he would and that is a part of the kind of security I’m missing.”
“Do I gather from all this that you would like to settle with a man, have babies, and live happily ever after, like in the fairytales?”
“Yes and no, I don’t believe in fairytales anymore, but I still would like to lead a more normal life than my parents.”
“What happened with your parents? Are they still around?”
“No both my parents died, but while they were alive it was pure hell, and somehow I’ve got a feeling that with this boyfriend I have it might end up very similar to what happened with my parents.”
“Would it help if you tell me about it?”
“I don’t know, I sort of had hoped to leave it in the past and forget about it.”
“Maybe, talking about it can help to process it and give it a place, have you ever talked to a professional?”
“No, not really, my foster mother suggested it, but I was too young and not close enough to her to accept her suggestion.”
“So you were in foster care?”
“Yes, it was only a few months, but compulsory by law, from the time my mother died to my eighteenth birthday when I became an adult. The period was far too short to build a meaningful relationship with this woman.”
“And you feel that our relationship is more meaningful and deeper than with her?”
“Hey Lew, you deflowered me…twice…back and front, you helped me get an interesting job, how close can you get to a person?”
“Yes, you’re right, so do you feel you can talk to me about your relationship with your parents, or is it still too raw?”
“I think I could talk to you, but first I would like you to make tender love to me as only you can.”
“Is this a ploy to avoid being punished for not following orders when you arrived?”
“No not at all, if you want to flog me first go right ahead, but promise me you’ll make tender love to me afterwards.”
“I’m only joking dear, I trust you as you trust me and after what you told me I don’t think a flogging is required, we’ll just stick to tender loving care.”
After which I took her by the hand, led her to my bedroom, made her lie down on the bed, and spooned her, my arms around her in a protective manner. I felt her shiver.
She began to tell me about her past and the awful time she experienced living with her parents. When she began telling me about the boyfriend, I was quickly convinced that he was not the guy to make her happy and, while a little reluctant to make decisions for her, nevertheless advised her to end it as soon as she could. I felt her relax more as her story came to a close, clearly happy that she could share such intimate things with me and that I had confirmed what she already knew deep inside she had to do. We lay spooned for a very long time, just enjoying each other’s company, not interested in anything sexual, one hand just stroking her arm or leg, the other holding one of hers across her shoulder.
At first, I didn’t touch any of her tender parts, but it didn’t last very long before I simply had a very strong urge to cup one of her breasts. As I touched it tenderly sliding over it I felt her nipple pucker up, getting instantly harder. Unfortunately, my treacherous organ had the same idea and began to grow against her butt. She wiggled so that it settled nicely in her asscrack and gave me a little moan.
I began kissing her neck and shoulder while I continued to play with the nipple of her left tit, making it rock hard. She turned around on her left side, faced me, looked into my eyes, and kissed me tenderly. I responded, placing tender little kisses on her lovely lips, no tongue involved. This was not about having sex, this was all about caring for each other, and at this point in time, Linda needed someone to protect her and to care about her, more than someone giving her an earth-shattering orgasm. I put my left hand on her upper arm, then moved it over to her back, and tenderly caressed her. She melted into me, she began tentatively to lick my lips with the tip of her tongue as if seeking entrance to my willing mouth. I gladly allowed her in, opening my lips for her. Her hand was also caressing my back and arm.
It seemed as if both of us were on autopilot as our hands simultaneously moved from each other’s backs towards our hips and thighs, tenderly stroking. Our kissing became slightly more feverish as we were playing around in each other’s mouths waltzing around our tongues. Her hand snuck over my thigh towards my, now, hard cock and began caressing it slowly making it grow from hard to rock hard. As if drawn by a magnet, my hand had crept towards her moistening pussy, tickling her labia.
We both wanted more, but with our other arm and hand stuck under our sides it was difficult, so I pulled Linda on top of me, letting her gorgeous boobs press against my chest. She held my head with both hands while continuing our kissing marathon, doing things with her tongue she’d never done before. My hands had moved again to her lower back and continued their journey towards her firm buttocks, where I tried to slide between her thighs in search of her pussy.
Luckily for me, I have rather long arms so with a bit of effort I managed to touch that magical place where her legs meet. She slid a few inches up my body and opened her legs slightly by putting her knees on either side of my pelvis making it a bit easier for me to reach her pussy lips and begin to tickle them. I could immediately feel they were getting seriously wet.
After a while, she began to slide down my body, leaving a trail of tender kisses along my neck, shoulders, and chest. Once there, she licked my nipples which immediately pebbled, sending small jolts of pleasure to my cock and making it jump up a bit against her stomach. From my nipples, her kissing and licking journey continued over my stomach to finally arrive at her intended destination. The next thing I felt was my glans getting tender butterfly kisses and finally being gobbled up in her welcoming mouth. Once it was firmly inside, it began its own journey toward her throat. The sensation was divine, what her tongue had done before in my mouth, it was now doing along the total length of my throbbing member.
I urgently needed to gather my wits to keep from cumming, her needs were now far more important than mine, so I slowly pulled her up again, and rolled around so I was on top. She protested, but only mildly. To shut her up I resumed kissing her cherry lips, an action which she seemed to appreciate and eagerly participated in. After a good 5 minutes I ventured down the same path that she had gone before, but now down her beautiful body.
Starting from her mouth I moved towards her earlobes on which I sucked with little dashes of my tongue down her ear. That seemed to soothe her. I felt her relax while her hands moved to my head which she almost perceptively guided in the direction of her chest. I gladly obliged making a small detour over her neck and shoulders all along her upper arms, for the moment steering clear of her boobs moving to the inside of her elbows and then back up to her mid-upper arm again.
From there I made a lateral move and started placing tens of little kisses on the side of her orbs, moving at a snail’s pace to the underside and then back up through the beautiful valley between them. Arriving at the top I completed the full circle before descending towards her nipples that had puckered as if begging for my touch. Not wanting to keep her on tenterhooks too long, I kissed the right one fully and sucked it deep into my mouth, taking a big part of her tit inside my mouth as well. I felt her shiver while she held the back of my head and pressed it against her breast, sighing. I gave it my full attention before turning to the other side and giving that one exactly the same treatment, resulting in more shivers and moans. While I did that she pushed her breasts out and pulled her stomach in, she looked fabulous. One of my hands had in the meantime begun its trip over that pulled-in stomach towards her beautiful waxed pussy.
“Who was it that said that only women can do more than one thing at a time?”
I let it glide over her womanhood, cupping it snugly with a full hand as if I wanted to keep it warm. By then I had finished licking and sucking her girls and was continuing my culinary journey over her abdomen. Her stomach fluttered nervously in anticipation of my oral invasion of that sweet spot between her legs. By the time I had licked my way to her mons, I let my hand slide away from her snatch towards the inside of her thighs and let it rest there wiggling my fingers from time to time over this sensitive area of her body. Going down with my mouth I had the pleasure of inhaling her enticing female aroma, making me even more eager to taste her womanly juices again.
By the time I arrived at her most intimate spot I was so horny, that I couldn’t wait any longer and immediately began my culinary feast. After my lips had made contact with her yearning sex, I continued by licking over her hooded clit, down her outer labia to her vagina, and then back up again, savoring the taste. This elicited sighs and moans from her upper lips. She helped by opening her legs and sticking them out high, I grabbed her ankles and pinned them near her ears, demonstrating her flexibility. This brought her into a very similar position to how she had been during her very first visit to me so many months ago. I couldn’t refrain from licking all along her pussy over her perineum and ending up at her little brown star, giving it some extra stimulation with just the tip of my tongue. I was rewarded with an extra gush of female juices flowing down from her kitty directly onto my outstretched tongue. Moving back up again I replaced my tongue with a finger, which I could now easily slide into her saliva-wet anus, resulting in another groan of pleasure.
“Oh my Gawd Lew I missed this, all that kinky stuff is stimulating, but some TLC really beats it…no pun intended.”
Rather than answering, I doubled my efforts to stimulate her pleasure bean with my mouth, sucking it from under its hood and tickling the underside with the tip of my tongue. I felt shivers going through her body. She held my head with both of her hands and pressed it to her little wonderland. I alternated sucking on her clit with sucking her inner lips deep into my mouth hollowing my cheeks like women sometimes do when giving head. When my lips got a bit tired from the sucking, I made my tongue rigid and stuck it as deep as it could go in her sheath. All of a sudden I had an idea, I knew what effect moaning had on my cock when I got a blowjob, I wondered if moaning or humming would have a similar effect on a woman’s pussy.
At first, when I started to hum, I got no reaction, but after about 10 seconds the reaction was tremendous, I felt her beginning to shiver, moan and sigh alternating with some high-pitched yelps, every time I hit a certain note. My mouth and nose were pressed even firmer against her pleasure center, making it a bit difficult for me to breathe and keep on humming. So I stopped, and she let go, allowing me to breathe normally again. By now my cock had become painfully hard, pressed against the mattress, high time to change position and start some serious fucking.
When I moved my head up and pulled my mouth away from her pussy, she protested with some disappointed moans. I grabbed her ankles, which were still behind her head, and moved her legs down, leaving her legs arched, then I slid up her body.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked panting.
“If you ask nicely,” I said with a grin.
“Please,” she replied without hesitation, “I want you inside me.”
Her outer labia were swollen with desire, puffy and red. Her inner lips spread open like a butterfly also thick with her arousal When my cock then came in the vicinity of her pussy she grabbed it and slid the head along her intimate folds, picking up as much lubrication as it could gather, I scooted forward and rubbed the tip of my dick over them, teasing her.
“Oh Lew,” she said, her voice filled with pent-up desire, “I’ve missed this so much.”
One of the sexiest things about having sex with Linda was seeing my manhood spreading her open as I entered her quivering hole. When I began to enter her I watched, fascinated as her pussy lips forced inward a little as I continued sliding my girth into her. It felt as if her pussy tube was filled with a million fingertips tickling and massaging my throbbing member and she hissed in pleasure. It was going to be difficult to keep from cumming long enough to give her a few orgasms first.
I was however determined to make this all about her, my pleasure had to come second or better yet, to try and let her pleasure eventually trigger mine. With slow and long strokes I was going to try to give this woman the orgasm she deserved and would appreciate so much. Almost immediately after I started moving inside her I looked into her lust-filled eyes. It took her a moment for her to realize I was looking at her but when she did, she smiled and licked her lips.
As I thrust into her extremely hot snatch, I began to notice the difference between having sex with her from the other women I fucked. I was a bit ashamed of comparing her to the other women in my life. It wasn’t so much about who was better but about the difference. While Grace and Astrid were more experienced, Linda was young and enthusiastic, eager to discover new things. She gyrated her pelvis each time I bottomed out, arching her back a little and it felt all tingly on my rock hard shaft.
Slowly but surely I felt her body inching closer to a boiling point, but not really getting there, she reminded me of a saying about a watched pot that never boils. To bring the simmering well to a burning inferno, I began pounding her, my strokes becoming harder and if possible sliding deeper into her wet sheath each time. Finally, she was teetering on the brink of what I hoped would be an earth-shattering orgasm but seemingly not yet able to get there. What could I do to make it happen? Desperate to get her to the point of no return I grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples hard between my fingers giving her that little bit of kinkiness she may need to reach her goal.
Finally, I saw her arching her back while she stuck her breasts out pressing them harder against my hands, tightening her stomach while coating my shaft with her warm release, her breath coming in ragged gasps, calling out perverse obscenities. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, squeezing it like a vice making my orgasm crash into me like a tsunami and I felt my sperm launch from my dick, shooting deep into her body while launching extreme waves of pleasure all through my abdomen. When her milking pussy had drawn the last drops of cum from my dick, I fell on her, squashing her boobs. Within seconds, however, I gathered my wits and rolled off, allowing her to breathe properly.
I lay on my right side and she turned on her left looking at me and whispered, “thank you”. I gave her a smile still trying to catch my breath, but managed to give her in response a sweet tender peck on the lips. We lay there for the better part of ten minutes just gazing into each other’s eyes, her orgasm still sending ripples of pleasure through her body while I remained floating on waves of euphoria. I pulled up the bed coverings so we wouldn’t get cold and then the light sort of went out. The next thing I experienced was somebody opening the door to the bedroom and walking in.
When I opened my eyes I saw it was Linda walking in naked, bearing a tray with what looked like breakfast.
“Wake up sleepyhead,” she said with a big smile on her face.
I must have fallen asleep after our lovemaking and now it looked like it was morning and Linda was sort of back in slave modus.
“Did I fall asleep?” I asked her.
“Yes, we both did, but I woke up about half an hour ago and prepared you breakfast like a good little slave.”
“God you’re the best slave I’ve ever had, did you make breakfast for two?”
“Yes, Master, and I will sit on the floor while you have yours in bed.”
“You’ll do no such thing, come sit next to me and we’ll enjoy that breakfast together in bed, it’s been a very long time since I had breakfast in bed and even longer since I had it together with a beautiful naked woman at my side.”
Linda dutifully blushed but climbed into bed with me after she had first propped up the pillows at the head of the bed to make me comfortable and create a place next to me. She had thought of everything, freshly pressed orange juice, tea, toast, she had even fried an egg, sunny side up. It was a pity she hadn’t thought of adding baked beans, but she probably didn’t know about my craving for those. I was over the moon with her initiative, it even beats being woken up with a blowjob.
Note to self: I need to tell her I am a huge fan of baked beans, so, if I ever have the pleasure of spending another night with her and she prepares me breakfast she knows about my peculiar taste.
After we finished breakfast I suggested taking a nice hot shower together. She however looked at me, and I felt there was something she wanted to ask me.
“What is it, Linda, would you like to do something different?”
“I was hoping we could sit in the hot tub.”
“You mean outside in the snow?”
“Yes, that would be wonderfully kinky to sit in the nice hot water looking at the snow in the garden.”
“You want to go for kinky? I can do kinky, but I’m not sure that you would be overly enthusiastic about how I see kinky, but hey you’re still my slave until 6 this evening and you still have some punishments leftover from yesterday.”
“Oh no, Lew…”
“Master!” I barked getting back into character.
She looked at me with big eyes and immediately got the message that the tender loving intermezzo was over but her slave hours were not. She jumped out of bed and took the inspection position, hands behind her head, boobs pushed out, knowing that this was my most favored position, while she awaited my instructions.
“OK slave you can clear the breakfast stuff and then join me at the door to the garden.”
Linda jumped to it, taking the tray and moving it to the kitchen, hoping to get into the hot tub as quickly as possible; but I had something entirely different in mind. While she cleaned everything in the kitchen and put the stuff away I got dressed, as warmly as possible and although it was a nice blue sky with sunshine, it was pretty cold outside, looking at the thermometer about -5°C (23°F), definitely freezing. I had switched on the hot tub, but it would take a while to get it to a nice warm temperature.
By the time I had finished all this, Linda was waiting at the big glass sliding doors giving access to the roof garden. I opened them reattached the leash around her neck and drew her outside. The cold hit her, making her nipples immediately rock hard and she had goosebumps all over her lovely naked body. She moved in the direction of the hot tub, thinking that’s where we would be going but I pulled her to the middle of the garden and detached her leash.
“Now slave, I would like you to make me a nice big snowman.”
She looked at me with big eyes not moving, thinking I was joking.
“Come on chop-chop, get to it, the sooner it’s finished the sooner you will be allowed to enjoy the warmth of the hot tub.”
To get her moving I gave her a resounding slap on the butt with my hand. She seemed to wake up out of her trance, dropped to her knees, and made a small snowball, then began to roll it in the snow to make it bigger. I dashed inside to pick up my camera and started shooting pictures and videotaping. Once the snowball was big enough she started a second one. She watched me from the corner of her eye to see if I would give any kind of indication that it was big enough. When the ball was about three-quarters of the size of the initial one I gave her a nod, now came the hard part, she had to take it in her arms, pressed it to her chest, and lift it on top of the bottom one. I saw her shiver and couldn’t immediately imagine what this was doing to her tits, nipples, and abdomen. In a way, I felt a bit sorry for her but I knew this way I could torment her without causing any permanent damage to her skin. When she had managed to put the second ball on top of the first, she began to make the final one for the head of the snowman.
I got her a carrot for the nose, two pieces of charcoal for the eyes, and a couple of branches for the arms. Once she had planted everything in, she took a step back, by now shivering like crazy, and looked at me for my approval.
“There is something very important missing slave,” I said.
She looked at me not knowing what I was talking about, “what do you think is missing in the snow…MAN?”
She immediately grasped my meaning, bent down grabbed a few hand fulls of snow, and started to sculpt a nice big penis which she planted in the middle of the bottom snowball.
“I think he wants you to give him a blowjob,” I said, “please help the poor thing slave”.
Again she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth wide, and began sucking on the snow cone representing the snowman’s dick. I grabbed some snow and began rubbing it over her ass and pussy.
“I think this man has gotten you all hot and bothered slave, so for your own good and safety I have to cool you down a bit.”
After a good minute of sucking on the snowman’s cock I commanded her to get up, took her hand, and guided her to the hot tub which was now steaming in the cold air around it.
“Now undress me, slave, then stand at attention and wait till I grant you permission to join me.”
With shaking hands from the cold she began to undress me, it took her a while as I was wearing a coat, a sweater, a shirt and undershirt, corduroy pants, shoes, and socks, which after taking them off she had to fold decently and put in a safe dry place. When I was naked I slid into the nice hot water of the tub and looked at her standing there shivering, her skin light blue from the freezing cold.
I beckoned her to join me. She quickly followed my order, but when she stepped into the hot water realized that it hurt tremendously due to the big temperature difference between her extremely cold skin and the hot water. To her, it felt like she was stepping into a pot of boiling water, but she braved it and slowly lowered herself into the nice warm water. Once she was submerged I switched on the air creating the bubbles. I opened one arm, inviting her to come to sit close to me. and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“You are so brave, my little one and I am sorry to have to put you through this, but I absolutely wanted photos of a beautiful naked woman playing in the snow.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“Tanja asked me if I could put something together for a Winter exhibition in the club. Some photos will be turned into paintings by Beth as well so that we have a nice mix between photos and paintings.”
“I hope you do not intend to burn me at the stake for a Summer Exhibition.”
“No, I was more thinking of a BBQ or a spit roast with an apple in your mouth and a celery sticking out of your ass maybe?”
“You would, wouldn’t you, just to get the right picture?”
“You know I would never hurt you, but I do like to challenge you and I thought that the snow thing would be a nice challenge, seeing your intense dislike of cold, and you see it’s not so bad after all.”
“Picking up that big snowball was challenging enough, I thought I was freezing to death when I had to do that.”
“Yes I saw that you were struggling, but hey now you’re nice and warm.”
“Yeah and it feels wonderful, I’m tingling all over, and my skin feels as if it’s being poked with thousands of tiny needles each sending minute electric jolts straight to my pussy and clit.”
“Let me feel…” I said while I put my hand on her cunt, “yes I can feel it…” I added barely able to contain my laughter.
She looked at me, flabbergasted, “no it’s true it feels tremendous.”
“Why don’t you make your Master feel tremendous as well then and apply the cock sucking skills you so generously administered on mister snowman’s cock to his needy pole?”
I lifted my butt so that my cock came just above the surface of the bubbling water of the hot tub. She immediately wolfed it down and began sucking on the glans, giving special attention with her tongue to the very sensitive spot on the underside. My hand was still on her pussy and I couldn’t resist sliding a finger between her silky wet folds adding to her ‘electric’ jolts. From the way she was sucking me I could feel that she appreciated my ministrations. Unfortunately, this resulted in her starting to moan, giving extremely stimulating vibrations to my dick, not making it easy for me to refrain from cumming. I was however determined to cum in her ass, so I stopped her sucking my dick. She looked a bit cross like when you take a ball away from a dog, though fortunately, she was not growling or showing her teeth.
We’d been now in the hot tub for the better part of half an hour, so high time to get out before we turned completely into dried prunes. While getting up I switched the Jacuzzi off grabbed two fluffy towels and threw one at her. She wrapped it quickly around her body and immediately reminded me of Mila who had once opened the door for me, the very impersonation of any delivery man’s wet dream, just wearing a towel. Oh my God, women do look so enticing just wearing a towel. It’s far more alluring than total nudity – there remains that little bit of mystery, even if you have seen them completely naked before and know their body like the back of your hand.
I took Linda inside, not by her leash this time, but just holding her hand. I guided her to the nearest easy chair and made her bend over the backrest making her towel drop to the floor, her enticing ass in the air. A little tap on her inner thigh made her open her legs wide, giving me total access to whatever bodily cavity I chose to enter. As her pussy was already dripping I pointed my cock at it, and while holding it at the base I used it like a painter’s brush to gather as much of her juice as possible from between her outer labia. As I didn’t want to go to the bedroom to get a tube of lubricant to facilitate the invasion of her rear door I first pushed my cock into her steaming wet hot pussy coating it with her own juices. She moaned and when I began to act like a steam engine pumping in and out of her needy little hole, she braced herself with her hands on the armrest of the chair.
After a good ten minutes of banging the living daylights out of her, I pulled out and directed the head of my granite pole towards her little brown eye, spreading her juice all over it to facilitate my entry. To make absolutely sure it would be slippery enough to enter, I spit on it for good measure. Her hands reached back to her butt, opened her legs a bit more, and pulled her buttocks open to facilitate my entry. I pushed gently and saw the head of my cock slowly disappear inside of her. She moaned and hissed, pulling even harder on her buttocks. Inch by delicious inch I saw my cock disappear into her body until it had completely disappeared inside her. After I was balls deep inside her willing asshole she let go of her buttocks and braced herself again on the armrests of the chair, ready for the pounding she expected.
I didn’t make her wait any longer and pulled out only to then slide in again at warp speed. I grabbed her hips, pulled her hard against me and continued fucking her black glory hole, the strokes becoming harder each time. Our breathing got faster with each stroke until we began to almost sound like a runaway train thundering down a mountain and heading for an earth-shattering crash. The pressure on my cock was increasing with every stroke as the muscles around her dark tunnel began squeezing me harder and harder preparing for the ultimate pleasure of a joint orgasm. By pounding her this way I also stimulated her clit every time I pushed it hard against the soft leather of the chair. I guess it made her even feel a bit like she was riding a live animal, the leather of the chair made warm and wet by her dripping pussy. The chair would probably be stained forever but I couldn’t care less, I just wanted both of us to cum, with her as she’d never cum before.
It didn’t take very long before she became all rigid, arching her back and pushing her butt hard against my pelvis. Her lips formed the sweetest whimpers and mutual moans escaped from us both as I too reached the ultimate pleasure peak, similarly arching my back and thus burying my cock as deep as it could go into her asshole. As I stayed still I felt every muscle of her rectum tense and release in sexual bliss drawing out every drop of cum I could produce from my cock like a milking machine. When I pulled out, she remained bent over the chair catching her breath. I took a few steps back and admired her ass with her asshole still wide open, but slowly closing. I couldn’t resist before it closed to slide my semi-hard cock back in a few times, every time soliciting a moan from her. Finally my cock decided that it had played enough and became soft.
Oh if only I was eighteen again, it stayed hard like forever and I could keep on pounding into the girl I was with for hours on end. Nowadays I needed chemical support to be able to give that kind of performance. Well, I still had plenty of time to give her the 2 remaining orgasms of the 5 I had promised during her 24 hours of her slavery. Time to get her started in the kitchen again preparing lunch.
“OK slave, your Master is hungry again, you need to get lunch ready.”
“What would my Master like to eat?”
“How about a healthy chef’s salad with smoked salmon and some oven fries to go with it?”
“I can do that,” she replied with a big smile on her face betraying her relief I didn’t want her to prepare some intricate dish. For this preparation, she didn’t need to put on an apron, so I could fully enjoy watching her naked body while she got busy in the kitchen.
“Oh my God Linda I wish I always had a naked chef in my kitchen,” I said while again snapping away with my camera. She worked very concentratedly, and I saw her sometimes biting her lower lip or the tip of her tongue coming just from between her lips. She looked so enticing I couldn’t keep my hands off of her either, so I sort of snuck up behind her and cupped her boobs startling her at first, proof of which was a mousy little squeak. When I then began to massage her tits, I felt her nipples pebbling as she melted against my chest while also pushing her tushy against my abdomen. She has such a glorious abdomen I could not resist letting one hand wander down over her ribcage and taut stomach which she pulled in when I touched it. From there it was just a short trip, which I couldn’t resist making, to her mons and pussy.
When I slid my fingers over her labia, I could feel she was once again getting moist. Picking up some of her juice made it easy to slide my index finger into her tight channel. It was quickly joined by two of its companions, filling her up. She moaned and put her head on my shoulder dropping the knife she was using on the counter. Her hand joined mine on her snatch and pushed against it, urging me to start finger fucking her, which I obligingly did. While doing that, I also pinched her nipple hard with my hand that had remained on her tit, drawing another squeaky little moan from her upper lips. She turned her head more towards me allowing me to start kissing her while sliding my tongue into her hot mouth for a Frenchy.
Believe it or not but my cock began to rear its ugly head again, pressed against her butt. Sliding my fingers in and out of her cunt also had a beneficial effect on her level of arousal. I felt more and more of her juices streaming over them, which created an urgent need to taste her again, so I turned her around, pulled my finger out, and dropped to my knees to attack her kitty with my mouth. I licked and licked spreading her labia, peeling her pink oyster open in search of her little pearl of nerves. It was hiding under its hood, but I enticed it to come out and allow me to play with it with my tongue. Whimpers of cock-hardening pleasure sounds began emerging from her lips. By now she was flowing like a small fountain allowing me to thoroughly enjoy her tangy-sweet juices to the full. Oh my God, I do love the taste of a woman’s juice.
Not only was my cock hardening but it was telling me it was ready for some more pussy pounding. There was only one thing I could do and that was get up again, turn her around, bend her over the kitchen counter, and shove my hard cock deep into the wet confines of her tight channel. With my hand on her shoulders pulling her back, I banged the living daylights out of her as if it was the first time that 24 hours. This girl really brought out the caveman residing inside me. As it wasn’t the first time that day I wasn’t going to cum very quickly, so after about ten minutes of in-and-out movement, I pulled completely out, turned her around again, and lifted her onto the counter making her lie flat on her back. Flexible as she was, she opened her legs completely into the splits. In fact, she looked like a letter H on its side, also spreading her arms.
It was dead easy to slide into her pussy again and continue my pounding, with the added advantage I could now stimulate her little bundle of nerves with the thumb of one of my hands while squeezing one of her boobs with the other. This immediately had the desired effect as her breathing went into overdrive and she began to moan and hiss like crazy. After a good 5 minutes of stimulation, she reached her peak and screamed out, shrieking like a banshee. It was a good thing I didn’t have any immediate neighbors or they might have called the police to report a potential murder. What she did murder was our salad, it had been completely mashed by her front, back and ass, witness thereof a light green color all over her boobs, back, and butt. Looking at the havoc we had created I suggested partly changing our lunch menu and we jointly decided to go for smoked salmon omelets instead of the originally planned chef’s salad.
Linda wanted to jump in the shower, to wash off the green color of the salad, but I preferred to clean her with my tongue. The combined taste of lettuce seasoned with a touch of vinaigrette combined with some of her body sweat was sublime and I thought one can never get enough vitamins. When she looked clean again, after thoroughly enjoying my personal cleaning method, she put her apron back on getting busy with the eggs, the salmon, and the frying pans. I quickly set the plates and took a seat at the kitchen counter from where I could again feast my eyes on her alluring, partly naked body. The orgasm counter stood at 4 so one more to go before 6 this evening, I should be able to manage that as I had the intention of taking her to the club after lunch. We enjoyed our omelets accompanied by a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, of which I gave her the biggest part. Not that I wanted to get her drunk, but I wanted her to have a nice buzz and also make her a bit more adventurous later when we would be in the club.
Tanja knew we were coming, I always told her upfront, despite the fact that both Linda and I were members and strictly we didn’t need to. So a little after two I took Linda down to the cellar. By taking the inside route I could take her naked, just wearing her collar and guided by the leash. When Tanja saw us coming in she came up and greeted us. She told me that a small group of Linda’s fans had gathered when they had heard on the grapevine that she was coming.
“I had no idea that Linda had fans,” I said to Tanja in a whisper.
“You have no idea, Lew, since her performance at the inauguration and the repeat at the New Year celebration, a number of the members keep bugging me to get her back for more.”
“Wow, but let me make it clear that she is strictly with me today, no one else is allowed to touch her with anything else but their eyes.”
“They know, but you will have an audience, so be creative, that’s all I can say to you, do you need Jack’s assistance?”
“No, I have absolutely no intention of turning her into a salami today.”
“LEW!”
“Sorry darling but that’s still how I look at Jack’s art and craft, it’s either that or macramé, your choice.”
“It’s Shibari.”
“Shibari, salami, it’s all the same to me,” I replied with a wink as I led my cute 24-hour slave to the St. Andrew’s cross and began to tie her up in an alluring spread eagle position. We were indeed followed by a small group of aficionados. I heard some approving grunts and noises when I had finished securing her. I must admit I totally understand why she has a fan base, she was one of, if not the most attractive woman in the club. To start her off I grabbed a couple of leather strap floggers and began to turn her into a sabayon making figure-of-eight swirls with the floggers, beginning on her boobs and working my way down her beautifully stretched body. When I arrived at her thighs I began my journey back up over her mons and taut stomach which she pulled in to avoid some of the swats, without much success of course, but it was a natural reaction.
Another natural reaction was her moaning, it was clear she craved the continued little stings the tips of the leather straps made on her skin, especially on her boobs and nipples. A good ten minutes later, her skin began to glow, pinking up nicely. Time to do something different, just a question of keeping Linda and her fans happy. I put the floggers down, picked up a pair of butterfly nipple clamps with a ring at the bottom, and proceeded to apply them. To do it correctly I needed to get her nipples hard.
The best way was to first tickle the inside of her upper arms from her elbows to her very sensitive armpits, which got some special attention, and then slowly around her tits making circles with my nails and every time coming closer to her tender nubs but not really touching them. I learned over the years you get better results when you don’t actually touch them but only tickle around them before finally sucking them into your mouth and tenderly biting them, which is what I did. Her nipples were rock hard and had grown to double their size by the time I had finished my journey – perfect to apply the butterfly clamps on them.
When they were in place I heard a number of approving grunts from the audience, which had even grown a little bit. Usually, Sunday afternoon was rather quiet at the club, so when some sort of show was put on the few people present usually gathered to enjoy it and even cheer sometimes. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tanja give me a thumbs up and a nod of her head. For me, it was an honor to get Tanja’s approval and it proved to me I was on the right track.
To continue the titty and nipple play I got some weights and attached them to the rings of the clamps pulling Linda’s engorged nipples down and making the clamps pinch harder into them. Now that her nipples had been taken care of I needed to concentrate on the most sensitive part of her body, her clit. On my travels, I had picked up a device, similar to the nipple clamps but this one was specially designed to handle the labia. It consisted of 2 pairs of clamps, attached to a small leather strap, the clamps were applied to the top and bottom part of each of the outer pussy lips with the leather straps around the thighs to keep the labia nicely spread open, giving unrestricted access to the vaginal opening and clit for further play. The next thing I did was shove a remote-controlled vibrating egg deep into her vagina. To keep the fans happy I handed the remote to one of the bystanders to have fun with. I picked up a battery-operated teen magic wand, which is a little smaller than the regular big plug-in versions. Applying it directly to her clit at maximum enticed some serious shrieks from her upper lips.
The combination of the vibrator in her hot channel and the magic wand made her body shake and shiver. The best reaction was her pulling in her stomach resulting in a real pit below her ribcage which pushed her boobs out prominently. This again drew the attention to the nipple clamps, resulting in one of the bystanders handing me another couple of little weights to be attached to the nipple clamp rings, adding even more pressure to her tender nubs.
All this stimulation meant it didn’t take long before her whole body tensed up, she squealed, then squirted for all the world like a fireman’s hose, spraying a few of the fans with her lovely juices. Some jumped back, while others came closer, opening their mouths and trying to catch some of her hot fluids with their tongue or mouth. Strangely enough, it was mainly the female fans who went for a taste of her juices. When the squirting stopped I began to remove all the toys from her body and detach her from the cross.
Although that was the last of her promised orgasms, I wanted to take it a lot further, so I guided her to one of the winches and made her sit on the floor. I attached her feet to a spreader bar and began hoisting her up in an inverted position. She tried to support herself as long as she could with her hands on the floor, but I kept her going up until she was completely suspended. Her slender but muscular body looked absolutely ravishing. To please her fans, who had followed, of course, I gave her a little push so she began to slowly turn around. I could see that for a number of the male fans it was hard to keep their hands to themselves. Some of the bystanders had their own female slave with them and began pawing their equally naked, enticing bodies. Some of the gentlemen that were by themselves began stroking their hard poles. This resulted in a chorus of moans and groans.
I couldn’t help myself attacking her most intimate area with my mouth. Oh my God how I loved to eat this woman’s pussy and feast on her juices, which had again begun to flow copiously. Linda too joined in the chorus of moans and groans produced by her fan club. As I sort of had hoped she tried to grab my pants with her free hands. That was the main reason why I had left her hands unbound. We were like two ballet dancers so well-tuned into each other. When she succeeded in grabbing my pants, she undid the button and zipper and pulled them down. As I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear when we came down to the club, my, once again hard cock sprung immediately out. She grabbed it with both hands and gobbled it up and in the next few seconds began sucking me earnestly. Her hands in the meantime moved to my butt cheeks, pulling me closer to her face, and getting me balls-deep in her hot mouth.
The vertical 69 position we thus created generated a lot of satisfied comments from the crowd. Some of the stronger guys even tried to mimic us by picking up their partners, turning them around, and assuming a similar position to ours before going to town on the pussy in front of their noses. At the same time, the inverted slaves began to lick and suck on their Master’s cocks. Oh my God, this was slowly turning into a real orgy. When I lifted my eyes, I looked straight into Tanja’s who had taken up a position to get a front-row view of me eating out Linda. She gave me a huge smile and a double thumbs up.
She stuck her index finger up and pointed it to Linda’s butt and mouthed, “shall I?”
I nodded my approval after which I saw her finger first disappear into her mouth to get it wet and then into Linda’s asshole. The suspended girl immediately reacted giving a loud moan, and at the same time, I felt Linda’s cunt muscles clamp down on my tongue that was embedded as deep as was possible into her tight channel. It didn’t take long for her to treat me again to a copious amount of her tangy-sweet feminine juices, squirting straight up directly in my mouth. With my hands I pulled open her buttocks, giving better access to Tanja’s finger in her butt. I felt Linda get all rigid beginning to shiver and shake like a leaf, as she experienced orgasm number 6 since becoming my 24-hour slave the previous evening. Her sucking had also brought me close to another orgasm, but I had other plans for what I expected to be my final one of the day.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, soliciting a disgruntled moan from her lips, but I soothed her, “don’t you worry my pet, I won’t let you down, I have a grand finale for you in mind.” I grabbed the control of the winch, let her down slowly, and detached her feet from the spreader bar. When I wanted to detach the bar from the winch a younger rather slender guy who had not gone into a free-standing vertical 69 position with his even slender partner stopped me.
“I’ve been wanting to try that for a long time but my partner was always afraid, however now that she’s seen it done, she wants to try it too. I was never strong enough to hold her up without support so I thought I’d try it as you did, is that OK?”
“Be my guest son,” I replied, “knock yourself out, but be careful and gentle.”
“Yes sir,” he said, “I will.”
I took my willing and eager slave to the corner where the sex swing was and strapped her in. She beamed at me knowing exactly how I wanted to bring our day of fun and games to a fruitful end. I took up a position at her side and let her grab my cock and bring it back to full rigidity with her nimble mouth and tongue. Once it was again full mast, I took up a position between her legs and started the swing going, entering her tight but extremely wet fuckhole, every time she swung my way. Within seconds she began to moan and groan again still highly aroused from her last orgasm. I also felt I wasn’t going to last extremely long anymore so I began to seriously masturbate my cock with her moving body. Within the next minute, I felt my juices rising and my cum launched from my balls through my dick filling up her womb. In response, she coated my shaft with her warm release, arching her back and completely tensing up.
All this was accompanied by howls of rapture like only Linda can produce. God, she would make a top porn star I thought, but immediately dismissed it, maybe a little bit selfish, but if and when she decided to actually become a porn star, my playdays with her would probably become a thing of the past and that’s something I didn’t want. Let’s be honest, would you?
When I looked at my wristwatch I saw it was 5:55 and her slave period would be over in about 5 minutes, just enough time to get her back to the apartment. After we scrambled up the stairs arriving completely winded in the apartment, at least I was, we looked at each other, completely sated. All we needed was a shower, which didn’t take very long as we avoided distractions. When Linda had dressed again in the clothes she had arrived in the evening before we said our goodbyes. I kissed her tenderly, no tongue, just holding each other in a friendly hug, equals again.
“If ever you want to talk about any of your problems, don’t hesitate to call me, I’ll always make time for you,” I said before she went down the stairs to my front door.
“Thanks, Lew, thanks for a wonderful time and for taking the time to listen to me, you’re a true friend…with benefits,” she added with a wink, bounced down the stairs, and was gone.
The only one I had left now to play with for 24 hours was the alluring Brazilian little bombshell Elisa. With her I had my work cut out as her boyfriend and Master is a real expert on the subject and it would be extremely difficult to find things she hasn’t experienced before, let alone satisfy her.