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The Armoire Ch. 06 - Stepping Off The Edge
- Sam Darquesied
- Painstakingly edited by FQKF
“Hi ya, Ally…Happy Birthday,” I said as she sashayed in the front door.
“Thanks, Sylvia. Oh, I forgot to mention, I got your card on Friday. It was very thoughtful!” she answered.
She was wearing thin-strapped sandals, snug, white slacks, and a short, white Tee shirt, showing off her slim waist and …she was beaming…radiant really, even more than normal. Her birthday was two days ago, on Saturday, and I had seen her and Sam briefly, on Friday evening but not since then so I asked, “Did you have a nice one?”
“Oh, Sylvia,” she said so softly, “it was…wonderful! The things he did to me…”
I had come on Friday night to spend the weekend with Kendall and thought we might see more of Alyssa on her birthday but Kendall had said we should leave them be. I had at least hoped to see her today because she had promised me the story of Kendall’s first adventure with the whip.
“Where’s Kenny?” she asked.
“She said she had to go and get a new load of feed for the horses. Apparently they sent the wrong stuff last week. She’ll be a couple of hours.”
Alyssa said, “Oh yeah…she complained about that the other day. So, did you want to hear her story?”
I did, of course, but, as I poured us both a coffee, I said, “I would but…oh, I’m probably prying too much. But, you know on Christmas…the thing with Kristel?”
“What about it?” she asked.
I continued, “Well, Sam mentioned after that he had tried the bullwhip out on you and, well, with all the stuff that happened to you before you met him…I wonder how you got past that…”
Alyssa interrupted, “I think you’re really wondering just how much I trust him; what I would be willing to do for him.”
“Not so much that.” I said, “I think it’s pretty obvious that you would do anything he asked, and it wouldn’t even occur to you to question it. I just wonder how you got to that stage.”
“Oh, that took a few months,” she said, “but the turning point actually happened on my first birthday with Sammy (Tommy)…He always knew that I wanted to belong to him--really belong to him. He also knew I had trust issues because of those two assholes who beat me up but, he kept his promise and went slow and waited ‘til I was ready.”
I asked, “And you were ready on that first birthday with him?”
She laughed and said, “Well, do you remember that story he wrote…‘Belle and Troop A?’”
I answered, “Oh yeah, I read it at Christmas. He really should post it to that website.”
She said, “He has now, and a few others too. But, he actually wrote them even before we met so I got to read them way back then and that one was my favourite. Anyway…”
* * *
About two weeks before my first birthday with him Tommy got an in-ground pool installed and I thought it was my birthday present, since I had told him I’d like one. I asked him if it was but he said no, it was a present, but not a birthday present. The entire week before my birthday he had been working secretly on something and the suspense was killing me! I pumped Kendall constantly for information but she wouldn’t say anything so, when I got up on the morning of my birthday, I was really anxious to see what he had done.
He was busy at the stove when I entered the kitchen and I said, “G’morning.”
“Oh, hey! Good morning, birthday girl…sit, sit…breakfast is almost ready,” he said as he gave me a kiss.
In the middle of the table was a crystal vase with two dozen gorgeous, red, long-stemmed roses. Tommy stopped me as I reached for the card and asked that I read it after breakfast so, reluctantly; I just gave him a hug and sat down. I wolfed down the eggs and toast before he had a chance to even start his and he laughed and said, “Oh, fine! Read the stupid card!”
I ripped it out of the envelope and read it out loud, “Happy Birthday, Alyssa. You are the very air that I breathe, Tommy. PS Go look out front.”
I jumped up and ran to the front door and there, in the very spot where the Yukon was at Christmas, stood a fire engine red MX-5 roadster convertible. It was beautiful and I hugged him and kissed him and thanked him but…I was expecting…something different. I tried to look and sound as excited as I could when we went for a little ride but I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. When we got back I told him that I had to go to the washroom then I ran upstairs and glared at the image in the mirror.
“Well…you are one selfish little bitch, aren’t you? He makes breakfast; gives you beautiful roses; gives you your dream car…and you aren’t satisfied???” I said, then I pointed an admonishing finger at the glass, “You had better get it together, girl! DO NOT hurt my man’s feelings!”
I composed myself and went back downstairs. We sat and had coffee and I told him how I loved the car, still forcing myself to be enthusiastic. Tommy said he would like to take me to town later for an early “birthday” dinner and I said that would be really nice. Just then there was a loud clunking noise from the basement and Tommy, cursing at the furnace, excused himself and went to investigate. We didn’t use the basement much. It was essentially a large, empty recreation room and a utility room. It was near the end of June so I didn’t really see why he’d worry about the furnace. I guessed it was a guy thing.
Tommy spent the rest of the day cleaning up in the studio and I just lazed around until about four o’clock, when we got dressed and went to town for dinner. It was a very nice meal at Isadora’s Garden and they even brought out a little cake but, again I was forcing myself to appear exuberant. Tommy did notice that I was quiet on the ride back but, when he asked, I just said I was really tired. When we got home we went to the kitchen and Tommy said he had a few more “birthday” things for me which did cheer me up a bit but then, again, we heard a clunk in the basement. Exasperated, Tommy excused himself and went downstairs then, a few minutes later, he yelled for me to come and give him a hand. As I arose it occurred to me that he had not actually wished me happy birthday.
I went down the stairs and it was pitch dark at the far end of the room, “Where are you, Tommy?”
“I’m here,” he said, “by the furnace room. There’s a leak and I’m holding it closed but I can’t reach the light switch. Can you come over and turn it on?”
“I can’t see anything,” I said.
He answered, “I know. Just walk straight ahead…carefully…and feel for the wall. Keep your hands out in front so you don’t bang your face.”
Cautiously, I inched forward, feeling for the wall and Tommy said, “How are you doing?”
The sound of his voice told me I was close so I answered, “Almost there, I think.”
I slowed a bit thinking I was just a couple of feet away. I had my hands straight out to avoid walking into the wall.…
Suddenly, I felt two ropes loop around my wrists! There was a bright flash in my eyes and the ropes jerked forward, pulling me and forcing me to kneel lest I fall on my face. I heard Tommy say, “Get the gag on her quickly!”
Another voice answered, “Okay Mr. D.”
I knew instantly, as I opened my mouth to accept the ball gag, that this was one of Tommy’s scenarios and it seemed like it was the “Troop A” thing but…was there actually another person there?
I felt two more ropes loop around my ankles and immediately they were jerked back, stretching me out flat on my tummy. Again I heard Tommy, “Hold her legs…hold her legs!”
I felt a second pair of hands press down on my legs and…I could hear several voices in the room. They sounded like teenagers and…they sounded very real! Tommy knew I fantasized about this story but would he actually get teenage boys involved just to make it more real for me?
He wrapped a tight, black blindfold over my eyes and then stood up and switched on the light. Immediately the “boys” began to get loud and voice their approval, saying things like “Oh wow!” or “This is going to be fun!” I could still feel the second set of hands pressing hard on my legs. There had to be at least two people there! I was tempted to yell “Philadelphia” but…he had gone to all this trouble. He must think I really want to have strange teenage boys do things to me and if I stopped now it would truly make him bad…that he had done something I didn’t like.
Tommy said, “Okay…let’s get her clothes off, guys!”
There was a jumble of sounds; footsteps moving around me and boys voicing their eagerness to strip me. The one holding my legs let go and my skirt was unzipped and pulled over my bare feet and off. To more sounds of sniggering teenagers, my knit sweater was pulled up and over my wrist ropes, quickly followed by my bra.
Tommy then said, “Okay boys…are we ready for the panties?”
The boys eagerly shouted, “Oh yeah…pull ‘em off! Pull ‘em off!” Tommy slowly pulled my panties down to the sounds of applause and whistling. I was almost in a panic, amazed that he would have strangers see me naked like that! I was getting terribly aroused but it was unwanted…like my body was not on my side.
I always told Tommy that he could do anything to me that he wanted so I resigned myself to not stopping this, even though it was terribly disappointing that he had so badly misread my desires.
Then Tommy said, “Okay…you…what’s your name?”
A boy’s voice answered, “Josh.”
Tommy continued, “Okay, Josh, hold her down while I get her legs bound.”
I felt two sweaty hands press on my lower back then Tommy undid one of my ankles and bent my leg until me heel was against my butt. He used a bondage strap, wrapped around my ankle and thigh, to secure it then did the same to my other leg. The boys were just murmuring and breathing hard now.
I wasn’t fighting but I was crying a little; at my humiliation…and that Tommy would do that to me. He could have done this by himself! Why didn’t he know that I would never need, or want, those strangers?
Tommy undid my wrist ropes and used more straps, one above my elbows and one at my wrists, to bind my arms tight behind my back. Then he said, “Okay, let’s get her up.”
I felt someone grab me under my armpits and lift me up then, with a heave, he lifted me off the floor and over a T bar. My arms were behind the crossbar and there was something under me, supporting my weight. He went behind, attached a rope or something to my wrist strap, pulled down hard, and secured it. My back was arched quire a bit by the bind and, of course, my boobs were sticking out like a vintage Buick bumper.
He attached ropes to the straps around my thighs, pulled them back and up a bit, and secured them. After an additional bondage strap was secured around my waist and the upright, whatever was under me was removed. I was now hanging, naked and spread, in a similar fashion to the girl in the story. I was familiar with the T bar, having been arched over it several times, but never hung on it this. I wished I wasn’t so aroused…maybe if he felt me and I was dry…maybe that would have told Tommy that I didn’t like those boys being there.
Tommy said, “Well boys, what do you think?”
The subsequent applause and whistles made me weep in humiliation and I knew it was only going to get worse. Dammit Tommy!
“Well, well! What do we have here,” he said, as he dragged his fingers across my pussy.
One of the boys said, “Wow! It’s really wet!”
“That’s right, Mikey, and I think she should be punished for it, don’t you?” said Tommy.
Again, more applause and cheers, and I had to fight the urge to use the out word…was there no limit to how much degradation Tommy was going to inflict on me? I started to sob as I felt the pony’s tail begin to lick at my thigh.
In spite of my shame, my body responded to his mastery with the whip as it always did. It was like he knew my every nerve ending by name and they would stand, tails wagging, eagerly awaiting his touch. He walked the lash along my thigh, over my tummy, down and up the other thigh. I couldn’t help but respond, “Ohhhhhhh….”
There were “OOOs” and “Ahhhs” emanating from the teenagers as he moved the flogger to my jutting breasts. Light, downward strokes, working from my chest and slowly pulling back until the whip just grazed my areola and nipple. He switched to upward strokes and again, painted my boobs from base to nipples. I couldn’t fight it; when he touched me with his whips or his hands, he owned my body, and it responded to him with an involuntary “Mmmmmmmm….” which, of course, drew more applause.
He sped up the flogger and covered every inch of me with soft, tingly lashes…except between my legs. The whip was drawing forth a colossal orgasm, as Tommy knew it would, but he just wouldn’t give me the money shot! I begged him through the gag, “OHHHHH…TOMMY…PLEASE TOMMY…PLEASE,” but then he stopped.
The boys complained, “Awww…come on…give her more…” but Tommy said, “No, sorry guys, that’s enough for now…I have to go and get some stuff and I’ll be back in ten or fifteen minutes. You guys can look all you want but no touching. Understand?”
The boys reluctantly agreed but, as I heard Tommy go up the stairs, one of them said, “Do it Josh, squeeze it…he won’t know…”
I felt his fingers grab and twist my nipples. These were NOT Tommy’s fingers! These were dirty, rough, sweaty, and clumsy and he pulled at my nipples like he was trying to scrape off the coating on a scratch-and-win ticket. How could Tommy be so stupid; thinking these boys wouldn’t touch me when he was out of sight! I made no sound but I was getting so angry at these little peckerheads…and Tommy!
I heard one of them say, “Mikey…stick your finger in…go on…she’ll like it!”
Immediately, I felt his sweaty little finger jab into my vagina. He awkwardly wiggled and poked inside me like he was searching for loose change. This was ridiculous! Why was I letting this happen? I promised Tommy that HE could do anything to me…not these little shits! Then I heard Tommy yell, “Hey! Knock it off!”
The boys muttered that they were sorry as I started to cry again and screamed into the gag, “STOP THIS TOMMY…PLEASE!”
I wanted him to know that I wasn’t into it but I didn’t say “Philadelphia” for two reasons; I had vowed to myself that I would ALWAYS let Tommy do whatever he wanted to me and…there was a faint possibility that he was somehow faking all of it!
It was academic because he simply ignored my plea and my sobbing grew as he said, “Now boys, I have some interesting equipment here that I think you will enjoy. So, let’s not waste any time…”
As the metal clip bit down on my nipple I shouted, “OWWWWwwwww,” much to the delight of the teenagers and, again they began to applaud.
The clapping increased as the second clip was applied, “OWWWWWwwwww…TOMMY…PLEASE!”
Then he said, “Now this…goes in here…”
I felt the plastic dildo slide into my vagina and I began to panic a bit…I knew that it was the clear, ceramic dildo…the one hooked up to the electric shock box! He bought the device a couple of months before but I’d never had the nerve to try it.
“PLEASE TOMMY…NO,” but he just continued, “…and this one goes in here…”
He carefully slid the smaller, anal dildo into my rectum. He had lubricated it generously so it went in easily and I couldn’t suppress a moan, “Ohhhhhhh….” Naturally, this invoked more applause.
Tommy used Velcro straps to keep the dildos in place then I gasped a bit as I felt a metal clip grip my clitoris. It was attached fairly loose so he taped it to my tummy to keep it from dislodging and then he said, “Now watch her guys, as I turn up the dial…”
“HUUUUU…unnnnnnnn…..” I gasped softly as the low current caused my muscles to tighten and my body to involuntarily arch against my restraints. The electricity flowed from my vagina and mixed with the voltage from the rectal dildo. Together they blended with the energy from the nipple clips and triggered an arousal buzz like I had never felt before. It seemed to ripple out from the vaginal dildo and spiral through my abdomen. Then he dialed it back down.
I panted hard as the electricity ebbed, realizing that I had held my breath while he had it dialed in. He did this three or four times; each time he dialed it up a little higher and each time I gasped and arched and pulled on the restraints. My abdomen was literally on fire as my arousal was so close to the edge but always held back by the relentless current. It was like a force field was allowing every sensation…except an orgasm.
Suddenly, little static sparks attacked my clitoris, the kind you get when you walk across a carpet. My abdomen immediately convulsed in a mammoth eruption, then Tommy dialed the juice on the other devices back up, even higher than before. The current seemed to surround the orgasm and force it to linger, “OHHHHHHHHHGAWDGAWDGAWD…HUUUUUUUU…GEEEEEEEZ…”
Tommy let up a bit allowing me to gasp in a bit of air. The convulsions in my belly were still going strong and the sparks on my clit were unrelenting. He dialed it up yet again and my body pulled horribly on the restraints, “AHHHHHHHHGUH…NNNNNNNNOOOOOO…”
He dialed it down a little as my orgasm began to ebb but then he changed it to a low, pulsing current and I began to jerk spasmodically as my sensitive vulva received shock after shock. I was shaking my head violently and pleading, “OHHHHHGAWD…PLEASE STOP…PLEASE…PLEASE…STOP…”
Mercifully he stopped the current and killed the clitoral sparker. There was a pause then he whispered to me to take a breath and slowly let it out as he detached the nipple and clitoris clips. I winced as the blood rushing back in caused severe pins and needles to those sensitive buds. Tommy then slowly and carefully removed the dildos and I couldn’t help but emit a long sigh, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
Tommy then said, “Okay guys…the show’s over…time to leave.”
Mixed with muttering and complaining I heard a jumble of footsteps go up the stairs. There was some chatter for a minute or two then I could hear them leave and the door close behind them. Then…silence.
I was hanging there alone and contemplating the afternoon’s events. I had taken all this for Tommy but he had terribly misread my desire for this fantasy. I would have loved for him to do it by himself, as best he could. I knew it wouldn’t have been like the actual story but that would have been fine. I was surprised that he even considered that I’d want others to participate. I couldn’t tell him, of course. This obviously took a considerable effort so I would just have to make him think that I really appreciated it.
It seemed like a half hour or so before I heard Tommy come back downstairs. Again there was silence for a moment then I felt his hands begin to caress my shoulders. He moved his hands over my chest, down my sides, and back over my breasts, lingering and stroking and gently squeezing. His touch has always been exquisite and that evening was no exception. That was the Tommy I knew and loved and my skin seemed to melt under his fingers as he feathered them over my thighs, around and over my labia and clit, then back up to my eager nipples.
Little tears of joy oozed from my eyes as he slowly slid himself into me. It was definitely him; I’d know that penis anywhere! It was like a key that fit me perfectly and, as he began to gently grind his groin into mine, my pussy happily orgasmed, embracing his manhood in my welcoming juices. I felt his fluid seep into me and, at the same time, he undid the Velcro, removed the gag and said, “Happy birthday, my sweet, sweet angel…” Then he pressed his lips to mine in the most passionate and loving kiss I had ever received.
I started sobbing…I was such an IDIOT! Tommy was my protector; my shield, he would never…Damn, damn, DAMN! What the hell was wrong with me? I trusted him with my life but I had let that faith waver. He hadn’t let me down…I had let him down.
There were three things I was now absolutely sure of; one--he loved me more than life itself; two--he would never hurt me, NEVER…and three--he was a tricky little devil! Through my tears I said, “Tommy…there were no boys, were there?”
As he gently withdrew himself, he kissed me softly and whispered, “Of course not.”
I continued to sob as he undid the waist strap and, putting his arm around me to take my weight, removed the straps around my ankles and thighs. He held me steady while I regained my leg stability then undid the rope holding my wrists to the upright and moved me away from the T bar. As he moved to undo the straps on my arms I stopped him, “Tommy…can you just hold me…real close?”
He moved into me and enveloped me in his arms like a cocoon then I buried my face in his chest and sobbed like a newborn. He held me there for at least a minute then he said, “I thought it would make you happy…”
Still weeping and still nuzzled against him I answered, “I am so happy now, Tommy…You’ve made me happier than you will ever know.”
Again he started to remove the wrist straps and again I stopped him, “No Tommy…can you leave me tied…the blindfold too?”
I’m not sure if I would have been able to explain it, but I needed to be completely dependant on him…for at least a little while longer. I think he was a bit puzzled but he did as I asked and just removed the strap above my elbows.
Then I said, “What were you planning to do now, you know…after the scenario was over?”
“Oh, I thought we’d just snuggle on the couch for a while,” he answered, “Maybe watch a flick or something. I figured you’d want to rest.”
I said, “That would be nice but I have to go to the bathroom first…just number one but…I really have to go!”
He said, “Oh…okay, I’ll untie you for now…”
I interrupted, “No…I mean…could you take me…you know, keep me tied?”
Without speaking he kissed me again and carefully led me upstairs to the washroom. He guided me to the toilet and helped me sit, then stood patiently as I relieved myself. When I was done he took some tissue and wiped me and, as he washed his hands, I realized that this may have been the most intimate thing I had ever done.
Tommy then led me to the couch and, after laying himself down; he helped me lie on the inside, kind of half over him. I snuggled in close to him and, instantly, a wave of contentment washed over me. Nothing could hurt me now, not as long as I was here, with him. Then I said, “Tommy, can we leave the movie for now…I’d really, really like to know how you…”
He interrupted, “Now, there you go again! Trying to find out my trade secrets! But…since it’s your birthday…Uh, let me see…the ropes were just weighted with dumbbells and, once I had them looped on your wrists, the weights pulled them tight. The camera flash was just to disorient you…”
I asked, “Were they real boy’s voices?”
“Oh yes,” he responded, “the real McCoy…I went to the high school in Hazelton and spoke to a bunch out in the parking lot, sneaking a smoke. I said I was creating a radio play and needed some random recordings for background. I offered them twenty bucks each to read lines from my script.”
“Did they know what you were doing it for? How did you get them to say things like, ‘pull her panties off!’?”
He laughed and said, “No, no, they had no idea…I just made up stuff. I told some kids that they was supposed to be walking through a swamp and a buddy notices leaches on them so they say, ‘Pull ‘em off! Pull ‘em off!’ You see...they didn’t actually mention the word ‘panties.’”
“But they sounded so real and the responses were…”
He interrupted, “You’d be surprised how much you can do with as good computer and twenty five thousand dollars worth of recording equipment. I broke all the recordings down in phrases and sounds then created a menu that I could control with a remote. I just had to enter a code to get the right response.”
I asked, “What about the hands on my legs?”
“Movie props,” he said, “the kind of thing you see where limbs have been blown off. I bought two old ones and added weights so they would press down. I just kept them wrapped in hot wet towels ‘til I need them. That way they felt warm and clammy.”
“But the hands on my nipples…I was sure that wasn’t you…and the finger…”
He laughed again and said, “Warm, wet, lightly corn-mealed latex glove with a bit of oil on the inside…so it wouldn’t feel like me…and the finger was just my little finger.”
Impressed, I said, “It must have been a tremendous amount of work for you, but thank you Tommy, it was amazing.”
“Believe me when I tell you, Alyssa,” he said, “it was my great pleasure.”
While he was talking he was stroking my breast and toying with my nipple so I repositioned a bit to give him more to play with then I said, “I love you so much, Tommy.”
I heard him say that he loved me too then, still tied and blindfolded, I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
It was at least two hours before I awoke, still lying beside him as he watched his movie. He noticed my stirring and said, “Welcome back to the land of the living…you were really out there for a while.”
“Well,” I answered sleepily, “I had a strenuous evening.”
I hadn’t been able to see the world around me, nor use my hands, since early evening and as soon as I tugged on my wrist binding…I was instantly aroused so I said, “Tommy…would it be okay if I got on top of you?”
“Oh, hell yes!” was his immediate response and I felt him pull his sweats down then he helped me straddle his legs. I inched forward until I felt his stiff penis on my pubes and said, “You’re already hard!”
“I’ve been kind of anxious for you to wake up,” he said, “I can’t tell you how sexy you look, naked, tied, and blindfolded.”
I raised myself up and maneuvered until I was able to slowly take him into me…then I said, “Let me do it, okay?”
He didn’t say a word; he just rested his hands on my legs. I was ready to come as soon as I started to move my hips against his, but I held back, trying to wait for him. He began to moan and push into me so I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long.
As though in slow motion, we exchanged fluids in unison. Mine was like a gentle shower; his like a warm, welcome drenching rain. I sank onto his chest and said, “I love you, Tommy and I belong to you…I wish I could show you somehow but…”
He interrupted, “If you could show me would that change things?”
Puzzled, I asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he asked, “what is it you want to show me?”
I answered, “That I belong to you and…that I trust you…no matter what.”
“If you could show me all that, would it change anything for you?” he said.
I answered, “Well…yes! If I was sure that you knew exactly how I felt about you then…I think…I would be very happy.”
He moved himself out from under me so I was sitting on the couch then he sat beside me and said, “Okay, then I’m going to ask you to do something for me…”
“Anything, Tommy…anything at all.”
Quite seriously, he said, “Now, listen…don’t just say ‘anything’ okay. What I’m going to ask of you will be very, very difficult and you will have to trust me more than a little bit. You’ll have to trust me completely, unconditionally but, remember this; whether or not you do this thing will not change the way I feel about you one bit.”
Almost begging, I said, “I mean it, Tommy, I will do anything you ask. Please let me try.”
“Okay, then come with me,” he said. He stood and helped me up then led me out the back door. My bare feet could feel the asphalt, then the gravel, then grass, and lastly the leaves and brush of the woods. We walked slowly and he would tell me when to duck under low branches and hold some back to let me pass. We walked for at least ten minutes, turning frequently to maneuver around trees and shrubs. My back and legs were often scraped by branches and dense underbrush.
Finally we stopped and Tommy said, “I have to go back and get something so I need you to stay here and not move…even a little bit. You have to stand perfectly still; don’t even move your feet, okay? I won’t be long.”
I was cold and scared but I said, “Okay…I won’t move. Hurry back though, okay?”
I heard him move through the woods away from me and then he was gone. I stood there, naked, bound, blindfolded, and shivering, listening to the eerie silence of the night woods. Occasionally there was the snap of a twig or a small rustle in the leaves and my imagination began to run wild. Could it be a snake or a raccoon or a bear? As far as I knew there were no bears around here but…you never know! But I didn’t move…not even an inch. Finally, after about ten minutes, I heard the brush rustle as Tommy returned.
“You did real well, babe,” he said, “and now I need you to move ahead very slowly…that’s good…now stop. Okay, now just inch your way forward a bit until you feel the edge with your toes.”
“The…the edge?’ I said nervously.
He persisted, “I’ve got your arm so just move ahead a couple of inches more.”
Suddenly I felt my toes hanging over the edge of something and I began to shake in fear and fought to suppress my tears. I had never been that deep in the woods so I had no idea where I was. Was it a cliff or a bluff…maybe the gravel pit? I was so scared and I began to sob a little.
Then Tommy said, “Now, I’m going to let go of your arm and, when I say, I want you to take a big, giant step forward off the edge. Do you understand, Alyssa?”
I began to shiver; I was so deathly afraid of heights and standing on this edge, blindfolded…my fear was actually making me dizzy. Then Tommy said, “Alyssa, listen carefully…you don’t have to do this. I love you so much it hurts, and if you choose to walk away from this, my feelings will not change in any way. Do you understand that?”
Shakily I answered, “Yyyyes…I understand.”
I did get it…I could walk away from this and we’d just go back home to our soft, warm bed and we’d make love and go to sleep and everything would be fine. Or…I could do what he asked. I could trust him completely and unconditionally and step off this edge…I could trust him completely and unconditionally…completely and unconditionally…I stopped crying and said, “I’m ready, Tommy.”
He let go of my arm then said, “Okay, when I say, you take a big giant step forward…A big giant step forward…NOW!”
I started blubbering like a baby but, with knees so shaky I could hardly stand, I stretched my leg forward and stepped off the edge…
I hit the water instantly and quickly sank to the bottom but, within a second, I felt his strong hands on my waist and we shot back to the surface. I gasped for air and, through my irrepressible sobbing, I shouted, “I DID IT TOMMY! I DID IT!”
He moved me to the edge of the pool then helped me out and stood me on the deck. He wrapped a towel around me then used another to dry my face and hair, all the while I kept repeating, “I did it! I stepped off the edge!”
He removed my blindfold then put his fingers on my lips and said, “Shhhh... You were amazing babe; that was one of the most courageous things I’ve ever seen.”
“No…I was so scared…” I said as he continued to dry me off.
“It takes a lot of courage,” he said, “to do something when you’re that scared.”
Tommy continued to dry me and I looked around and saw what he had done. He had scattered leaves and twigs in the form of a path leading up to the edge of the pool. We had just walked in circles for ten minutes, never leaving the yard. There were branches laying around which he had obviously scraped over me to make me think I was deep in the woods. Like I said…one tricky little devil!
Tommy helped me into a housecoat then, as we headed back to the house, I suddenly understood why Kristel had undergone the torment of the bullwhip…why she HAD to suffer that torture. We both needed to get to a place in our minds that would allow us to move on. I could do that now; the moment I stepped off that edge those two evil men from my past became vague, meaningless memories. I had enough faith in myself to trust my man, my Tommy, completely and unconditionally…I had stepped off the edge.
* * *
“Wow, Ally…I had no idea that Sam would need that kind of assurance from you,” I said.
“No, no, no, Sylvia,” Alyssa said, vehemently, “He didn’t need it…I did!”
I must have looked very confused because she immediately continued, “Don’t you see…he knew I wanted to belong to him…he’s known from the day we met. But, he also understood how bad it had been for me after the Bruce thing…and Tommy never faltered from the promise he made that first night…that he would help me get past it in baby steps…at my own speed.”
Still a bit puzzled, I asked, “So…you needed to show Tom…er…Sam that you wanted to be his…submissive?”
Exasperated, she explained, “No…it’s not like that. He doesn’t want a subservient; he wants…me! If he wanted me to be a total submissive all the time, I’d be fine with that…and I am when we do the ‘perfect slave’ thing but that’s the only time. The rest of the time he just wants me to be…me. Sometimes I wonder though, if he actually knows that I will always do whatever he asks without question. The reality is that I am, and will forever be, his property, and he can do with me what he wants.”
I could see in her eyes that she was serious and the fact that she belonged to him, so completely, gave her great comfort and made her the happiest woman I have ever met.
Just then, Sam knocked on the front screen door and stepped inside saying, “How come everybody’s in here?”
Alyssa stood, kicked off her sandals, and hugged him like he was just back from the wars. It occurred to me that, when Sam was around, Ally was almost always in bare feet. He would never have asked her to do that but sometime, probably just in passing, he must have mentioned that he liked her that way. As I watched them embrace…I slid my sneakers off and made a mental note of how I suddenly felt…sexier!
He was actually looking for Kendall, having promised to help unload the grain and I told him that she should be back any minute so, after another kiss to Alyssa, he went out to the barn then Ally sat back down and slid back into her sandals. Then I said, “So…it must have been a relief…that you didn’t have to prove anything anymore.”
She answered, “It was, Sylvia, at least…in a way. I was happy that Tommy knew for sure that I was his but, I have never lost the urge to prove it to him and, back then, as luck would have it, I got a real good opportunity the next night…”
* * *
After the pool thing we went upstairs and took a nice warm shower then, still naked, we lay on the bed; Tommy on his back and me across his legs…so I could play with his…uh…family jewels!
Earlier in the week he had received a strange invitation to a party from his ex-wife’s sister; someone he, and his ex, never got along with. Gently petting his penis with my fingertips, I said, “We should go to that party.”
Surprised, he said, “What…why? I can’t think of a reason why I’d ever want to see those people again.”
“Why do you suppose they invited you?” I asked.
Beginning to respond to my fondling, he said, “Mmmmmmm…you know…you’re making it a little hard to concentrate…but…uh…I don’t know why. I heard he sold his meat business so, knowing them, it’s probably an opportunity to rub people’s noses in it... you know, his new-found wealth.”
Tommy had always portrayed his ex sister-in-law, Roselyn, and her husband, Gunter, as pretty self absorbed and obsessed with making money; thinking of themselves as the centre of the universe. I started to kiss and lick his penis and said, “Are they aware that you became a multi-millionaire when you sold your business?”
Panting a little now, he answered, “…uh…no, nobody from that part of my life…mmmmm…knows anything about that.”
I took him in my mouth and began to move him in and out, sucking and fondling his throbbing member with my tongue. I stopped just long enough to say, “We should go…I think it would give you some closure,” then I dove back in.
Very close now, Tommy said, “Ohhh geez, Babe…that’s nice…I don’t think…I need closure…but, if you want to go…we’ll go…”
He pushed himself into my mouth as he came hard and I sucked like a starving puppy. I wanted to take everything he had…and then some…and I had to force myself to let go when he softened. We both slept like contented infants that night.
The next evening Tommy, dressed in black slacks, a nice black knit shirt, and a light leather sports jacket, waited patiently for me to get ready. Weeks before, I bought a slinky dress and that night was going to be its debut. I also ran across something I had hidden in the drawer…something I had purchased at the little sex shop on that day back in Philadelphia. Luanne, the girl in the shop, thought Tommy might have some fun with the device. It was a stainless steel, vibrating “egg” that slipped into my vagina and he could control it with a little remote. It occurred to me that it might be an interesting way for him to “signal” me if he needed something at the party.
When I had the egg installed…and tested…I went downstairs and, when I walked into the living room, Tommy said, “Hohhhhlllly shit!” His reaction told me I had achieved the look I was going for.
As he helped me on with my light trench coat he said, “You do realize that every guy in that house is going to pitch a tent when you walk in!”
I smiled, kissed him, and handed him the remote. He said, “What’s this?”
“Try it,” I said, “hit the ‘Low’ button.”
As I felt the light vibration in my abdomen I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and, “Mmmmmmmmmm….”
My eyes snapped open and my body jerked as he hit the “High” button and I shouted, “OHHHHHHHHH…!”
“Now, THIS could be interesting…” said Tommy, sporting that boyishly evil grin of his.
As we walked out, towards the ‘vette, he asked if I wanted to drive and, a little surprised, I said that I did. He had been showing me how to handle the four speed and all that power but…nobody but him ever touched the Corvette so this was pretty special. I managed to get one leg into the car when…“OHHHHHH…GEEZZZ…Tommy, you better not do that while I’m driving!”
When we arrived there were several cars already in the driveway and I backed in near the road so we wouldn’t get blocked then, as he knocked on the door, he gave me another little shot at “High” and my body involuntarily jerked with the buzz. He chuckled a bit and said, “Just making sure it works…”
Our hostess, a smartly dressed, fifty-something, red head answered the door and invited us in. There were several people standing in the foyer and, after some introductions, Tommy helped me off with the trench coat. All went silent and all eyes, men’s and women’s, snapped to my boobs. The dress was a black, stretch knit tube that was essentially painted on to my body from just above my boobs to just below my bum, hiding nothing. The material kind of rubbed on my nipples which were clearly outlined by the clingy fabric and, as I kicked off my sandals, I noticed Tommy smile and shake his head a little. I was barefoot, wearing no bra, no panties…just the thin, shape-hugging tube dress.
They were using an indoor swimming pool room as a smoking area so I suggested that he go out and chat with some of his ex brothers-in-law and I would bring him a drink and cigar. He said, “You don’t have to do that…I can get the drink and…I think I forgot my cigars.”
I insisted, “Tommy please…I want to get you the drink and I brought a couple of your cigars. Now go please. Oh…and when you get out there, you can signal me by hitting the ‘Pulse’ button.”
He went to the pool area and I went to the kitchen to make the drink. Roselyn chatted politely with me while I mixed the rye and ginger although she was a bit startled when I spasmed a bit and said, “Oh MY!” as I felt the “egg” pulse inside me. I told her I had a sudden leg cramp. The power of that little thing was amazing and it wouldn’t have taken a lot of effort to have gotten me off.
As I entered the pool area with the rye and ginger, I hoped that Tommy would hold off on the remote because if he pushed the “High” button I would surely spill the drink! He was sitting by four guys at a card table who were playing euchre but the game stopped as I approached and it was easy to tell what they were looking at. I handed Tommy the drink then grabbed his lighter, ignited the cigar, and took a long drag into my mouth. Then I bent down, pressed my lips to his, and gently transferred it to him. There were some low murmurs from the card table as Tommy smiled and slowly released the white smoke. I told him I was going back in to chat with the girls and, if he needed anything, just buzz me. With that, I turned and walked back to the kitchen.
I sat with Roselyn and another ex sister-in-law, Marin, an attractive, freckled, forty-something with long auburn hair. As Tommy had predicted, Roselyn spoke of her husband’s new found wealth resulting from the sale of his butcher shop. She told how they intended to travel and do other things that they were unable to do when they were “just like other people”. She laughed when she said it, as though it was a joke, but it was obviously insincere; even Marin raised an eyebrow.
Then Roselyn asked how Tommy and I met so I related the story of the seminar weekend, leaving out the details of our evenings with the ropes and flogger. I simply said that he had helped me get through a bad time in my life. Then she said, “I find it hard to believe that, even for a fling, you would be attracted to him…he is quite a bit older than you…”
In spite of what Tommy had said about her I was still surprised that she would say that to me; clearly attempting to deride him. I went on the offensive with, “And yet we are together, desperately in love…how would you explain it?”
She wasn’t ready for that so all she could say was, “Well I…er…I didn’t mean…”
I interrupted her, “Let me clear it up for you…Tommy is strong, yet kind and gentle. He treats me like a princess and has never, ever hurt me, physically or emotionally. Our “fling” has lasted for over a year and I love him more and more with each passing day…and that’s not to mention the sex!”
Roselyn glared at me but said nothing however; Marin leaned forward and said, “The sex?”
“Oh yes!” I answered, “I was twenty nine when I met him and I thought I new what sex was all about but our first night together was like my first time; he brought me to an orgasm that made me cry…it was so powerful! And sometimes, when he ties me up, I’ve had orgasms that have made me pass out!”
Marin’s jaw dropped but Roselyn glared even more and said, “Ties you up? He makes you get tied up? That’s not…”
Again I interrupted, “He doesn’t ‘make me’ do anything! I love it when he binds me. Does that upset you?”
In a well practiced, holier-than-thou voice she said, “It is certainly not something I’d want to have anything to do with!”
I simply said, “Well, you know the old saying…don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, honey.” Then I turned to Marin and said, “I guess she’d really blow a gasket if she saw him whipping me…! OHHHHHGAWWWD!”
Tommy had hit the ‘Pulse’ button again, snapping my eyes wide and forcing me to grab the edge of the bar. Marin asked, “Are you okay? Is it another leg cramp?”
I said, “Not exactly…is it okay if I make another drink for Tommy?”
Roselyn said it was then asked, “If it’s not a leg cramp…what is it?”
“Well…I’m not sure you’ll understand this but…I have a stainless steel, vibrating ‘egg’ shoved up inside me. Tommy controls it with a little remote and…OHHHHH WOWWW!” I closed me legs tight and held on to the bar again. Tommy hadn’t actually hit the button…I was just putting on a show to freak her out.
Roselyn was flabbergasted and said, “That’s awful. He makes you wear that in public…”
“As I said before, he doesn’t ‘make’ me do anything. I bought this for him as a present and I am very, very happy that he is having some fun with it…GEEEZZZZZZ!” He had hit the button that time and it really was beginning to get me pretty hot.
With the drink ready I went into the pool area and Tommy was walking toward me so I said, “You better not hit the button ‘til I give you the drink!”
As he neared he pretended to push an imaginary button and I pretended that I was getting buzzed then he put his arm around my waist, kissed me, and said, “It is awfully hard to keep my hands off you in that dress…actually it’s probably hard for everybody in this house to keep their hands off you!”
I kissed back, handed him his drink, and said, “You know…there is a certain responsibility that goes with that remote control.”
“And what is that?” he asked.
“Every now and then you have too…finish the job!”
He smiled and asked me to wait a minute while he went into the main house. He returned in just a few seconds, led me to a side door of the pool area, and we went out to a dark, deserted patio. He positioned me so that my back was against the wall and said, “How hard is it to get that dress out of the way?”
It took about three seconds for me to reach down, grab the hem, and pull the dress up and over my head. Tommy smiled then leaned in, put his lips to mine, and began to massage my clit…then he said, “Are you ready?”
His gentle rubbing on my clitoris would have been more than enough but I put my arms around his neck and braced myself as he hit, and held, the “Pulse” button the instant I whispered, “Ready…”
I pushed my hips into his hand as the pulsations attacked my vagina. I came almost immediately and shouted into his mouth, “OHHHHHHHH TOMMY…TOMMY…TOMMYTOMMY…”
My instantly sensitized pussy caused me to jerk and I asked Tommy to stop but he kept the button down and said, “Spread your legs…quickly.”
He grabbed the little retrieval wire and slowly, very slowly, pulled the still pulsing egg out. I had to cover my mouth with both hands to suppress my scream as the little device passed my vaginal opening. I put my hands on his shoulders for stability and panted, “JESUS!”
He took a wad of tissue from his pocket and wiped me between my legs, using another to clean off the little egg. Then he said, “Did I fulfill my responsibility to your satisfaction, my dear?”
Still panting, I laughed and answered, “Not bad…not bad at all!”
Tommy grabbed my dress, motioned for me to put my arms up, and easily slipped the small, stretchy garment back on saying, “Wow! It’s hardly more than a sock! Here…let me adjust it for you…”
I giggled as he “adjusted” the garment by fondling my boobs, ass, and hips, then he moved in and we enjoyed a deep, lengthy kiss. It was a little chilly however; I was so lost in the embrace that I didn’t notice I was shivering but he did and said, “We’d better go back in before your nipples fall off!”
When we re-entered the pool area, I excused myself, went to the washroom, and saw what he meant when I looked in the mirror. A combination of Tommy’s fondling and the cool night air had my nipples standing out like two bullets, straining at the elastic material of the dress. I pulled the dress top down, got two wads of tissue, soaked them in warm water, and pressed them to my boobs until my little “bullets” settled down a bit. Then I returned to the hall and, as we started walking to the living room, I said, “Why did you take out the vibrator?”
He leaned close and whispered, “Because, if I have anything to say about it, the next thing going in there is going to be me!
I startled him a bit when I stopped, reached my hand to his crotch, and instantly realized that I had selfishly ignored the fact that he would be just as horny as me, but he said, “It’s okay Ally, maybe a little later.”
“Are you sure?” I said, “We can go back outside and I can give you a quick…”
He placed his fingers to my lips and said, “You know I’m not a fan of ‘quickies’…We’ve got all night…don’t worry about it.”
It was true; he always liked any sex between us to be at least a little meaningful but, chilly or not, I still felt bad that I didn’t think of him while we were outside. I would never let that happen again.
There were several people sitting in the living room as we entered, including Marin, and Haden, a friendly, statuesque ex sister-in-law, as well as Roselyn and Gunter, and four or five others. I suggested that Tommy sit in a big armchair while I get him another drink as it appeared he had left his out on the patio. The conversation was still revolving around Gunter’s butcher shop sale and how he had been paid a record price because the shop was, according to him, the best in the world!
When I came back into the room I handed Tommy his new drink, kissed him, and, careful not to flash anyone, sat on the floor next to him leaning on his legs—like a pet would sit beside her master. Roselyn just glared at me while I was introduced to another ex sister-in-law, Cecily and her husband, as well as an ex bro-law’s wife, Jada. Haden then looked at Tommy and asked, “How long have you two been seeing each other?”
“Uh…about thirteen months, give or take,” he answered.
Haden, genuinely interested, continued, “Where’d you meet?”
As Tommy began to speak Roselyn broke in with, “Do you have to whip her to keep her from leaving?”
The room fell silent and I thought Tommy might tear into her but he kept his cool, chuckled, and said, “Just once in a while, Roselyn.”
Then I added, “And only if I really have it coming!”
Everybody laughed, except Roselyn who was getting more disturbed by the second. She angrily shouted, “I don’t see anything funny about a man beating a woman with a whip!”
Again the room grew quiet and I was about to light into her myself when I felt Tommy’s hand on my shoulder. Much calmer than I was going to be, he replied, “Look, Roselyn, I’m not sure how much information you’re working with here but, regardless, you are delving into a very private area in our relationship; an area that we have no need to deny, affirm, or defend.”
While Roselyn searched her tiny brain for a response, Marin asked, “So you’re into bondage and discipline…that kind of thing?”
I squeezed Tommy’s knee and looked up at him, letting him know that I wanted to take over and, with some exasperation; he nodded for me to go ahead. I turned back to Marin and said, “Something like that. It’s…it’s difficult to explain if you’ve never had the experience…Tommy can do things to me…to my body, that bring me such indescribably exquisite sensations…orgasms that literally take my breath away. He does it with unfettered love and care and…it’s really hard to make other people understand.”
Jada suddenly asked, “Is it like a master and slave thing?”
“Well,” I said, “that depends…how do you define master and slave?”
Jada responded, “Uh…well, you know…where he can do whatever he wants and you do whatever he says.”
I seized the opportunity that Jada had unwittingly provided and turned towards Tommy, looked deep into his eyes, and said, “Then…yes. By that definition, he is my master and I am his slave.”
I could see in Tommy’s eyes that he understood and, as he leaned down and softly kissed me, I felt we had just experienced a defining moment.
Haden, visibly fascinated, then blurted, “What does he whip you with?”
Roselyn got up and stormed from the room as I said, “Just give me a minute…” I turned to Tommy, motioned for him to bend closer, and whispered, “Do you have any floggers in the ‘vette?”
A bit hesitant, he whispered, “Yeah…a deer skin and a pony’s tail…why?”
I moved closer to his ear and softly asked, “Could you get the pony’s tail?”
I knew he wouldn’t want to and I could see that he wanted to protest but he just sighed, excused himself, and went to the car. I couldn’t help but feel proud that my man, the man to whom I belonged, would do that for me without arguing.
I turned back to Haden and said, “He’ll be back in a minute but, to answer your question, there are a variety of whips and other things. We have several horse hair floggers, which we call pony’s tails, and we have rubber, leather, and deer skins. There are also leather straps, tawses, paddles, and feathers.”
Marin interjected with, “Feathers? He whips you with feathers?”
Chuckling I replied, “I wouldn’t exactly call it whipping but, depending on how you’re bound and how ticklish you are, the torment can be equal to a whip any day. It’s terrible and wonderful all at the same time.”
Haden then asked, “What are tawses?”
“A ‘tawse’ is a leather strap.” I answered, “The ones we have are extra heavy weight, two tail, Lochgelly tawses. They cause extremely severe pain but they don’t break the skin or leave permanent marks.”
I had described the strap in a very matter-of-fact tone but the reaction of all in the room was silence and incredulous stares.
Just then, Tommy came back in and there were a few oos and aws, especially from the girls, as they noticed the beautiful horse hair flogger in his hand. He handed it to me as he took his seat and I held it up and said, “This is a pony’s tail flogger. This is a real good one, made from horse hair; it’s our favourite.”
Marin asked if she could hold it so I handed it to her then looked up at Tommy. He looked back and I could see he was a little puzzled as he leaned down and said, “You know, it’s not up to us to ‘spread the faith’ here. What are you doing?”
I leaned in close and whispered, “My utmost to make this the worst night that Roselyn has ever had.”
He laughed out loud, leaned back, and said, “Knock yourself out, kid!”
I stood up and said to Marin, “Would you like to try it?”
She quickly handed the whip back, sat down, and said, “OH, I don’t think so…no, no!”
Everyone laughed as I handed the flogger to Tommy and held out my forearm, palm up. He sighed again but stood up and adjusted my position so people could get a good view then leisurely dragged the hair tips lightly over my skin. I closed my eyes and moaned a little as the tickly strands slowly caressed my forearm. Our audience fell deathly silent when Tommy started to windmill the whip and I opened my eyes to see the girls staring wide-eyed at the spinning flogger. Then, between swirls, he laid four fairly hard lashes up my arm, all of which caused me to wince a bit and drew startled OHs from the crowd. He then repeated the gentle tickling with the tips of the hair and the combination of the sting and tickle caused me to involuntarily shudder.
Suddenly Haden jumped up and said, “Okay, I’ll give it a try!”
I sat down amidst some giggling and teasing aimed at Haden and her adventurous spirit, then Tommy positioned her arm and essentially repeated what he had done with me. Despite receiving much softer lashes than I, Haden was still visibly affected by the demonstration, noticeably trembling.
Ignoring protests from their husbands, both Marin and Jada requested a sampling of the pony’s tail and both were clearly turned on by the little session. I looked at Tommy and we both smiled knowing we had at least four women in the room with pretty wet pussies. A thoroughly disgusted Roselyn had watched the entire exhibition from the kitchen but Gunter had remained, enjoying the show with the others.
Tommy then took my hand and said, “Well, I think we’re going to head home now. Thanks for the invite, Gunter.”
The girls stood and thanked me for the demonstration. Then Jada said, “I’d love to see the real thing sometime.”
I thought about that for a moment then moved close to Tommy and whispered in his ear, “A couple of the girls would like to see the real thing…could we do something outside?”
Tommy’s look clearly showed that he did not want to do it but he knew that I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious so, with a huge sigh, he replied, “Okay…out by the car but…no guys, just the girls.”
I agreed and, after a few handshakes, we headed out to the car with Marin, Haden, Jada, and Cecily following. A couple of the husbands started to join us but were quickly admonished by their wives and reluctantly returned to the house. When we got by the car Tommy asked the four women to position themselves at the rear of the ‘vette so as to block the view from the house then he took me aside and said, “Ally, if you’re doing this to impress them on my account, there is no need…okay?”
“It’s not about that, Tommy,” I said, “I’d just like to show them.”
He relented and we kissed then moved back beside the driver’s side rear fender of the car. The ‘vette was fairly isolated and it was dark, but there was enough moonlight for Tommy to see what he was doing so I turned towards him and put my arms straight up. The girls were really startled when he grabbed the hem of the dress and quickly pulled the stretchy garment up, over my arms, and off; he just stuck it in his pocket. Naked and already terribly aroused, I turned, leaned down with my elbows on the trunk of the car, spread my feet, and arched my back down.
Wasting no time, Tommy began to windmill the pony’s tail and immediately laid rapid, downward lashes to my butt cheeks. The first few caused my knees to buckle a bit but I was able to quickly regain my stance and, although I wanted to be fairly quiet, I couldn’t suppress a steady “MMMMMMMM…”
My eyes were closed but I could hear the whispered gasps of the girls mixed with the swooshes and swacks of the flogger as the whip strolled down the inside of my legs and back up my inner thighs. I was beginning to pant and had to really focus on containing the urge to scream out loud. Tommy painted my rear end and legs several times before finally stopping the lash, leaning down and whispering for me to turn.
I could feel myself dripping as I turned, spread my legs, put my hands behind my head, and thrust out my chest. I turned my head towards the four women and, before I closed my eyes, I smiled at their expressions of shock and…I was pretty sure…envy.
I gasped as the flogger began to lash at my boobs; from my chest and slowly out to my nipples. First he used downward strokes to the tops then upward strokes to the undersides. I had to take quick gasps of air then hold my breath to avoid shrieking from the stinging lashes and the slow burn in my abdomen was quickly becoming a four alarm blaze. Tommy worked my breasts for quite a while before I felt the whip drift down to my tummy and abdomen.
As he began to lash the inside of my thighs I tightened my muscles and screwed my face up, preparing to try and stay quiet when Tommy went for the gold.
“OHHHHHHHH…GAWWWWD…TOMMY!” It was the best I could do. It was a whisper but loud and hoarse…it actually hurt my throat. As my orgasm blasted from my belly Tommy moved in close and, with one arm around my waist, continued his amazing soft lashing between my legs, teasing my pussy from anus to clit. I leaned my head into his shoulder and convulsed against him with my hips attempting to push against the whip. The gentle lashes touched then disappeared, touched then disappeared; it was like trying to hump snowflakes.
Tommy stopped the lash and pulled me close but, before he could kiss me, I turned to the four girls and said, “Could you leave us alone now?”
They graciously agreed, said a few quick goodbyes, and went back to the house. I turned my head back and we kissed that long, deep kiss that brings me down so nice. After a minute or so, we stopped the embrace and Tommy took another wad of tissue from his pocket and moved to wipe between my legs but I said, “No, not yet please, Tommy…Which one is Roselyn’s car?”
Puzzled, he responded, “The red Nissan…by the garage.”
Without a word I took his hand and led him to the side of the Nissan, turned to him and undid his belt and trouser button, then slid his pants and jockeys down his legs. After a quick look around I said, “Help me up.”
Tommy smiled and lifted me up, sitting me on the hood of the car. Happily, I moaned and wrapped my limbs around him as he slid his hard, perfect passkey into my moist, eager lock. We ground our hips and kissed hard and my bum made soft squeaking noises on the cold metal of the car hood. Both of us climaxed together and we moaned into each others mouths as our juices commingled in my belly.
When the waves receded, Tommy began to lift me off the car but I stopped him saying, “No, wait…just pull out of me a little, okay?”
He did as I asked and, as his softened manhood exited my vagina, I could feel a fair bit of gooey liquid leak out onto the hood of the Nissan. I then said, “Lift me straight up, okay? Don’t slide me off.”
He chuckled as he easily lifted me off the car and, after a quick wipe between my legs, he slipped the flimsy dress back on me. We admired the substantial puddle left behind on the hood then, like two children who had just stolen a candy bar, we ran to the ‘vette and hopped in. I couldn’t resist blaring the horn as I turned out of the driveway and sped down the road.
At the first stop sign we looked at each other…and burst into hysterical, teary laughter. I had to catch my breath for a few seconds, and then I said, “I wish I could be there when she sees that in the morning!”
We laughed again then Tommy said, “She’s either going to know what it is or think a pterodactyl crapped on the car!”
It was difficult to contain our amusement but I managed to settle down enough to get the car moving although, both of us continued to giggle all the way home.
“I think you may have unleashed a few closeted monsters back there,” said Tommy, as we pulled into our lane.
I responded, “Jada was really intrigued and maybe Haden too. I could be mistaken but I don’t think Roselyn was into it all that much.”
Tommy laughed and said, “Yeah…definitely not going to get a Christmas card from her this year!”
We parked and went into the house where I suggested Tommy go relax in the living room while I made some tea. In the kitchen I got the tea going then just stared out the window over the sink…reflecting on my life. I was deeply in love with this man...a man who knew that I would submit to his every whim even if he treated me like dirt. I began to cry a bit as I realized that he loved me more than I could comprehend.
When the tea was steeped I prepared a large cup for him and put it on a serving tray…then I slipped off my dress, picked up the tray, and walked, naked and barefoot, to the living room. I approached Tommy then knelt at his feet and held the tray out, offering him the tea. He looked a bit puzzled as he took the cup and said, “Uh…what are you doing, babe?”
I put down the tray and moved in closer, resting my arms on his lap and said, “It was nice tonight…the way you did all that stuff I asked. Thankyou for doing that, Tommy.”
“You’re welcome,” he answered, “but why are you surprised that I do things that you ask?”
Trying to make him understand, once and for all, I looked into his eyes and said, “I know you’re not looking for me to be a total submissive, Tommy, but when I said I belong to you I meant it…literally. You own me, Tommy, body and soul. The reality is…I love you so much that I have little left for anybody else. Like it or not, you are my master and I am your slave.”
He sighed and smiled then took my hand and moved me up so I was sitting on his lap. I leaned against him with my head on his shoulder and arms around his neck as he said, “I appreciate what you’re saying, Al, but I still don’t see what that has to do with me doing what you asked tonight.”
“Because,” I said, “it’s supposed to be the other way around…I’m supposed to do what you say.”
Tommy said, “Oh, I see. Well, if I understand this right, you belong to me so it’s up to me to decide how I choose to treat you…Is that correct?”
“Yes,” I answered, “of course…absolutely!”
“Then that should explain it for you so…enough said! Now, I need to clarify a few things…do these belong to me?”
He touched his fingers to my lips and I replied, “Yes, they belong to you, and you can do with them whatever you wish.”
Tommy kissed me then started to tickle my right nipple with his fingertips and said, “And these…Do these belong to me?”
His tickling was making me giggle but again I answered, “Yes, they belong to you, and you can do with them whatever you wish.”
Tommy repeated the “clarification’ with every part of my body; my legs, feet, toes, arms, and hands then, he put his hand between my legs and gently rubbed my pussy and thighs, he said, “Does all this belong to me?”
I moaned and said, “Oh Yes! It all belongs to you, and you can do with them whatever you wish.”
Then he reached behind me and rubbed his hand all over my bum and said, “Does this belong to me?”
As before I answered, “Yes, it belongs to you, and you can do with it whatever you wish.”
I was surprised when he then asked, “Do you think you deserve punishment for making me do all those things for you tonight?”
I smiled at him and answered, “Absolutely, Tommy. This is one of those times where I really have it coming!”
Smiling back he said, “Then I think you had better run to the kitchen and bring me back a four footer and the wooden spoon.”
I knew he didn’t want me to call him ‘My Master’, that was just for the Perfect Slave game so, as I eagerly jumped up, I said, “Yes, Tommy, right away!”
I ran to the kitchen and got a four foot length of hemp rope and the wooden spoon. I didn’t want to make him wait but I needed a minute to calm down. He hadn’t spanked me, in the traditional sense, in quite a while and I was panting with excitement. And the wooden spoon…! It was a heavy, hand carved, almost flat, wooden spoon that he had used on me once before. It hurt like hell but it didn’t leave any marks…other that a ruby red ass. Tommy could read me like a book but, the last time he used it, I really strained to hide how painful it was. I was sure he wouldn’t use it if he realized how much it hurt.
I ran back to the living room, handed him the rope and spoon then, without being told, I turned and placed my arms behind my back and, in no time, Tommy had my wrists bound in his patented, makeshift rope cuffs. He pulled me down so I was lying over his lap and then said, “So, how much punishment do you feel tonight’s indiscretion calls for?”
I answered, “I think, in order to learn my lesson, my entire bum will have to end up a deep, dark red, Tommy.”
He chuckled a bit then sighed and said, “You’re too much, Alyssa, and you’re too good for me.”
It sounded like he had teared up a little as he said that so I turned my head towards him and said, “No, Tommy, you’re wrong. I’m just right for you.”
He smiled back at me and then I tuned away again as he began to softly rub my bum. Suddenly, he laid down four sharp smacks to both cheeks. The pain was terrible but I managed to stifle any sound however; I did start to cry. While the spanking had triggered my tears, I wasn’t crying from the pain really, I was crying because I was so, extraordinarily happy.
* * *
I found I had to wipe a few tears myself as Alyssa wrapped up her incredible story. It was impossible not to envy the potent connection Alyssa and Sam had and, I truly believed that, if there was such a thing as reincarnation, somehow those two would find each other, no matter how many times they were reborn.
She snapped me back to reality as she said, “Sylvia? I told you all this, partly because of what happened to you here on your first visit and I feel you deserve to know. I also consider you a friend and it’s nice for me to be able to tell someone else how I feel…how happy I am, and why but…I have told you this in confidence so I need you to promise that you won’t discuss it with anybody…including Sam.”
“Oh…of course,” I replied, “If that’s what you want then, I promise.”
We sat quietly sipping our coffee for a few moments and I mused over Alyssa’s lack of confusion with the use of his name. Most of us knew his real name but, there was kind of an unwritten rule that we all called him Sam or Sammy. Alyssa was the only one that called him Tommy although, when any of the other women were around, she called him Sammy as well. It was a subtle way of reminding the rest of us that, although he genuinely cared for all of us, she was in a league of her own.
“Well, I better get going.” she said, as she rose and moved to the door, “I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to tell him something for a couple of days…I guess this is as good a time as any.”
“What is it?” I asked.
She turned at the door and said, “Oh, I really can’t tell you now but, I have a feeling he’s not going to be happy about it.”
I said, “What will happen if he gets mad?”
“I have no idea.” She said, “In the eight years we’ve been together he’s never gotten mad at me.”
“Maybe he’ll punish you!” I said with a grin.
Her face literally lit up as she turned and ran towards the barn.