“Oh, yes,” Denise said, catching her breath, already excited by the thought of coming again. “I'm certainly getting the idea.”
“Good. Next, we'll work on your makeup, then we'll continue with how to treat your husband, and finally complete your orgasmic training.”
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Jenna stood at the door of a room on the third floor and watched Walt as he sat on the edge of the bed. She was dressed in a red leather bra and shorts set, stockings with high, red boots and long, fingerless, red leather gloves that ended above her elbows. Her makeup was severe and her hair was pulled back tightly and heavily moussed.
From what she could see, Walt was of medium height and build, with graying hair and deep laugh lines around his mouth. He was slumped slightly, his elbows braced on his thighs, hands clasped between them. She squared her shoulders, remembered all of Rock's lessons, and knew she could do this. “No one told you, you could sit!” she barked. Reflexively, Walt stood. “Better, but not good. Eyes down. You may look at me only when I give permission. Is that understood?”
“I guess so.”
“Wrong answer!” she snarled. “The only correct answers here are
yes, ma'am
and
no, ma'am.
Nothing more. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“You're hopeless. I'm leaving!” Jenna knew he wouldn't let her go. He wanted this as much as his wife did. He just didn't know the rules yet.
“Please, no. I mean,
no, ma'am.
I can learn.”
“Can you?”
“Oh, yes, ma'am,” he said, his breathing rapid, his cock hardening just from her voice.
“You will do exactly what you're told. No more and no less. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Kneel!”
Trembling from both fear and excitement, Walt hesitated only a moment, then he dropped to his knees.
“Not bad. There might be hope for you yet. Now strip.”
This was a test of sorts and Walt looked dubious. She'd let him make the final decision. Would he undress in front of a stranger? Jenna watched his mind work, then he pulled his sweatshirt off over his head and tossed it onto a chair. He pulled his belt from the loops on his jeans and it followed his shirt. As he started to get up to remove his pants, the woman said, “Did I tell you, you could stand?”
“No, ma'am.”
“Well then ...”
Walt knelt back down, slipped off his loafers and socks, then struggled to pull off his jeans without getting up. Finally, he maneuvered them off, and, finally, with a few more wiggles, his shorts. Jenna smiled. He was actually embarrassed by the fact that he was fully erect, his cock sticking straight out from his groin. When he started to look at her, she snapped, “Eyes down.” She knew that not only did he have to get used to keeping his eyes averted but he would be forced to look at his erection.
“Good. Now you will listen carefully while I outline the position you will assume at all times unless told otherwise. You will stand, feet apart, hands clasped behind your back, eyes on the floor. Your dick belongs to your wife or whoever else wants you, as does your mouth. Your hands will not touch your cock unless you are told to. Is that understood?”
Jenna watched his cock stiffen still more as her words aroused him. At the start she hadn't been sure how she'd feel being in charge, but she found she loved it. The power was, as Rock had said, a great aphrodisiac. “Yes, ma'am.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Walt stood, mortified at the sight of his erection bobbing in front of him. He clasped his hands behind him, unable to cover his cock. He stared at the floor and waited. “That's quite good, actually,” Jenna said. “Now just wait there. I'll be back. And don't move.”
From behind him, she closed the door loudly but remained silently standing in the corner of the room, knowing how much he needed to come. Hesitantly, he unclasped his hands, reached down and grasped his cock. “I knew you couldn't be trusted,” she said.
“I thought you left,” Walt said, obviously knowing that he was violating the rules speaking to her. “Ma'am,” he added, trying to save himself.
“This was a little test, and you flunked. Big time.” She moved around behind him and pressed her breasts against his back. “Your wife paid to have you trained so I won't just boot you out, although I'm not sure there's any hope for you. Can you learn?”
Dejectedly, Walt said, “Yes, ma'am. I'm really sorry, ma'am.”
“That will do for starters. Now here's another little test. You need to hold your cock, do you? Okay. Hold it. Feel how hard and hot it is in your hand. But just know this. If you come, there will be punishment. Serious, severe punishment. It might be the whip, or the paddle. No. You'd enjoy that. Maybe we'll just send you home, back to your humdrum, little life. Of course your wife will be ready to play my part, but she won't do it with you. She can stay here and act out her fantasies with men more reliable than you. Is that what you want?”
“Oh, no, ma'am.”
“Then hold your cock. Are you right handed?”
“Yes, ma'am,” Walt said, sounding puzzled.
“Then hold it with your left hand.” Walt wrapped his fingers around his cock. Jenna assumed that he masturbated from time to time, but he undoubtedly used his right hand. Holding his cock now with his left hand would feel different, more like someone else, both on his hand and on his cock.
“Now, stroke it. Rub it just the way you do when you need to come, but don't you dare come.” When he hesitated, she snapped, “Do it!”
As he rubbed, Jenna smiled, watching his discomfort as he tried to detatch his mind from his hand and his dick, but she knew it was oh, so difficult. Rock had told her about this little game. He was a genius. “I'll come if I keep this up,” he moaned.
“You have to learn control. Once you belong to your mistress, she'll tell you when you're allowed to come.”
He kept stroking, gritting his teeth and biting his lip to keep his orgasm from bubbling out of his balls. “All right,” she said. “I'll let you off the hook for now. Put your hands behind your back again and let's get you dressed properly.”
She rummaged in a drawer, then held a black, leather thong with a small pouch for his penis and testicles, dangling from her long, bright redâpainted fingernail. “Put this on.”
As he fastened the Velcro straps at the sides and struggled to get the rear strap between his cheeks, she continued, “Your mistress might want ball spreaders or a cock ring, but this will do for now.” He arranged his stiff erection inside the pouch and tucked his balls into their small pocket. The pouch was too small for him and he vainly tried to get comfortable. “Don't bother. I deliberately selected one several sizes too small so you'll always be conscious of your genitals. Hands behind you now.”
He obeyed, staring past the bulging leather his cock created to his bare toes, which dug into the carpet as he tried to quiet his need to climax. “Your wife favors men with hairless chests. We can take care of that.”
“She does?”
“Did I say you could speak?”
“No, ma'am.”
Jenna spread a quick-acting lotion that Rock had suggested over his skin. “Just a few minutes and you'll be smooth as a baby's ass.” After a few minutes, she guided him to a bathroom where she rinsed off all the lotion, chest hair and all.
“Now look at yourself,” she said, her finger beneath his chin. He raised his eyes and saw himself in the full-length mirror on the wall of the bathroom. His chest was smooth and the black pouch stood out against his white skin. He looked pretty proud of himself, Jenna noticed. That was okay. He needed a bit of confidence too.
“Are you ready to serve?”
“Yes, ma'am,” he said with enthusiasm.
“I like a man's hands on me so you're going to give me a massage.” She pulled off her gloves, boots and stockings, and stretched out on her stomach on the bed, handing him a bottle of body oil. “Rub all the nonsexy places first and, if you do well, I'll let you get me off. Of course, if you do
that
well, I might, just might, let you get off too.”
When he didn't begin immediately, she barked, “Get to it!”
He took the bottle of oil and covered his hands with it, rubbing them together to get the oil warm. Then he worked from the bottom of her body upward, beginning with her feet and legs, deep strokes using the heels of his hands and his thumbs, followed by feather-light caresses with the tips of his fingers. “You're very good at that,” Jenna purred.
“I'm glad I can serve, ma'am.”
Jenna nodded. He was learning quickly. He moved to her hands and arms, keeping the entire thing nonsexual. He kneaded her shoulders and pressed his way down her spine around the back of her bra.
“Unhook the bra and continue,” she said, and he did as she asked, now able to use long strokes on her smooth flesh. “My ass too,” she said, and he pressed and squeezed her cheeks.
“You do that really well. There's hope for you after all.” She turned over, removing her bra and unsnapping the leather panties. “Breasts first, and, when I get really wet, you may rub my pussy.”
He poured oil directly on Jenna's skin, then swirled his fingers from her ribs to her nipples, and blew a stream of cool air on them and watched them pucker. Over and over, he teased her tits. “May I suck them, ma'am?” he asked.
“I think so,” she said. “I like it when a slave sucks my tits.”
He lowered his head until he could take one now erect nipple in his mouth. He licked, sucked and bit until Jenna rewarded him with a moan. “Now my cunt,” she said. “I'm ready for you to rub my pussy with those very talented hands. Make me come.”
He added more oil and she was glad that he knew just where to touch. He squeezed her inner lips and pinched her flesh lightly. He tapped on her erect clit and probably used every trick he knew to push her over the edge, but she held back, not wanting him to make her come too easily. He needed to learn that climaxes take work.
“This
was
a test,” she said, laughing, “and you passed. I almost came from your fingers alone and that's very rare. Actually, I can't come without a mouth on me and a big dildo fucking my snatch.” She motioned toward the dresser at the side of the room. “In the drawer.”
He returned with a long, thick dildo, which he touched to her opening. He rubbed the tip over her flesh, sliding over her hard clit again and again. Then, when she was writhing, he rammed the dildo into her and covered the front of her slit with his mouth. It took only moments until she screamed and climaxed. He was really good at giving pleasure, Jenna thought. His wife was a lucky woman.
As Jenna sat up, Walt put his hands behind his back and lowered his gaze to the floor.
“You're really all right. Would you like to come?” She saw that his cock was hard as stone and probably painful from his need for release.
“Only if it pleases you, ma'am,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
She laughed. “You are a fast learner and I can see that you do need it. Well, you may do something about it. Use the oil and make your hands slippery. Then massage your cock so I can watch you jerk off. When you spurt, cover my tits with your cum, then rub it in. It's good for the skin, you know.”
“Oh, yes, ma'am.” He poured a small pool of oil into his palm then went to work on his cock. Jenna smiled as she watched him wrap the fingers of his left hand around the base, then squeeze as he pulled toward the head. He stroked his balls with his other hand, his eyes watching her stare at his fingers. Soon he couldn't prevent his orgasm and it boiled from his balls and erupted onto his mistress's breasts. Spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum splashed on her beautiful tits. His hands still oily, he spread his jism on her skin as she brought herself to another climax.
“Assume your position,” she said, long minutes later. He stood tall, his clasped hands behind his back, and looked down. “Very good. Very good, indeed. I'll recommend you to your next mistress, Mistress Denise. I'm sure she's learned her lessons as well as you have. Tonight, after you leave here, you'll have your first lesson with Mistress Denise since she's completed her training. Obey her as you would me. Is that clear?”
“Mistress Denise,” he mumbled. “Oh, yes, ma'am.”
“Give her the same pleasures you gave me and I'm sure she will be well pleased.”
“Oh, yes, ma'am. I will please her. It's my job.”
Chapter
14
T
he work on the dungeon in the basement had been finished for several weeks and Chloe had already used it, with Rock and his friends and with a few clients. Finally Rock and Jenna had a chance to, as Rock put it, “christen it.” Since Club Fantasy was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, Rock had set everything up for the beginning of the third week in January. “The guys who helped me build it,” Rock had explained to Jenna, “are going to play with us. It's their payment for the work they did, in addition to getting to use the room themselves from time to time, of course.”
Jenna had a bit of hesitation about doing “dungeon things,” whatever that meant exactly, with strangers, but then she laughed at herself. She did kinky things with strangers all the time, and Rock would be with her to insure that nothing got out of hand. She'd played both dominant and submissive, but she'd never played with more than one person at a time so this would be another new experience. Sometimes her mind boggled at how far a thirty-something from Upstate New York had traveled in the past eight months. She loved it, but frequently lamented that she couldn't tell the two most important people in her world about the Club. Marcy was too much of a prude and Glen couldn't be expected to deal with it.
For the evening, Rock had suggested that she dress in undies only, so she wore a deep blue, satin bra with matching bikini panties. Her legs and feet were bare. As she took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror on the third floor, she grinned, sucked in her stomach, and thrust her breasts forward.
Rock met her at the door of the motel room and guided her downstairs. As they approached the door to the basement, Rock said, “One last and most important thing. The safe word is
Marigold.
Say it.”
“Marigold.”
“You've already agreed to playing with several guys, but it's vital that I know that you won't play martyr. I understand that you're a professional but your reputation isn't at stake here, and even if it were, there are lots of games we can play and still stay within your personal limits. Promise me that if anything gets uncomfortable for any reason you will say that word. If you won't agree to that we can't feel free to play any way we choose. All the guys know the safe word and will stop if you say it, without hesitation.”
“I understand.” Jenna's heart was pounding with a delicious combination of fear and anticipation. She trusted Rock implicitly and that was the only reason why she would play.
Rock opened the basement door and together they walked down the stairs to the room at the bottom. As they descended, she realized immediately that the slightly cool, musty atmosphere had been replaced with warmth and a slight antiseptic smell mingling with the odors of new wood and incense.
Jenna looked around curiously, surprised that there was nothing medieval about the room. Two of the walls were paneled in dark wood while the other two were covered with mirrored tiles, as was the ceiling, all reflecting the light from several ceiling fixtures and standing lamps. Jenna was surprised how bright the room was. Hooks of all sizes and at varying heights protruded from one wall and hung from the ceiling by chains of differing lengths. Whips, crops, and paddles of all sizes and shapes were displayed on the walls. She knew, of course, what they would be used for, but tonight? Was she ready for heavy stuff?
Areas of the floor were carpeted while others had shiny white tile. On one side of the room stood a table unlike anything Jenna had ever seen before, with rings and hooks along the sides and an enclosed space beneath containing who knew what. There were several cabinets along another wall, topped with highly polished counters, and a few closets, as yet empty, with their doors open. One contained hanging space, another about a dozen drawers. Everything made her wonder what they did or would contain. Cock rings and ball spreaders? Hoods and gags? Ropes? Nipple clamps, dildos and vibrators? Chains with large padlocks? She remembered someone once using the term
delicious fear.
Perhaps that was what she was feeling.
Two men dressed only in jeans sat on bar stools along one wall, holding wine glasses. One was a striking-looking, blond wrestler-type with a large gold hoop earring in one ear and a tattoo of a dragon circling one entire arm. The other man was surprisingly innocuous-looking, paunchy, with thinning, brown hair, and wearing rimless glasses with Coke-bottle lenses. A heavy set, dark-haired woman dressed only in a pale pink, breastless bustier and stiletto heels, sat at his feet with her head in his lap. As Jenna crossed the room she was greeted with light applause. “She's first rate,” the blond said.
Rock shook hands with each of the men, introducing Jenna as Hillary Oakes. “This is Wayne,” he said, as the man with the earring extended his hand. Wayne took Jenna's fingers and held them to his lips. As she smiled, he turned her hand over and circled the palm with his tongue, then lightly bit the tip of her thumb.
Rock shifted his attention to the other man. “This is Paul and his lady Diana.” Paul nodded and tousled Diana's hair. “Glad you could be here,” Rock said. “And Diana, it's good to see you.”
“I'm glad Paul brought me,” she said, her voice soft and breathy. As Jenna's gaze flicked to her, she grinned. “This room is just fabulous. Paul had told me a lot about it but I never imagined it would turn out this perfectly.” She squeezed Paul's thigh. “He did all the electrical work and the plumbing. He's so talented, don't you think, Rock?”
“I certainly do.”
“I hope we can arrange to use the room from time to time,” Paul said.
“Of course. It's going to be busy most evenings, but the house is closed Mondays and Tuesdays so if you make arrangements in advance we'll certainly make it available.”
“I can already think of so many things to do here,” Wayne said, leering.
As they crossed the room, Rock said, sotto voce, “I didn't know Paul was bringing Diana, Hillary. She might want to play with us. Is that okay with you? I know you didn't want Chloe here so don't be embarrassed to say no. This is my party and I can direct the activities away from anything you don't want to do.”
Chloe was too much like a sister so playing with her would have felt incestuous. Jenna thought about playing with another woman and wasn't sure how she felt. Since she knew that she could call things off at any time, she decided to go along for now. If she hadn't trusted Rock, and by extension his friends, she wouldn't have agreed. She nodded.
Rock led her across the room toward a strange-looking X-shaped device that stood against one wall. It was almost as tall as she was, with fastenings of various types at the ends of each arm. Rock removed her bra and panties. Jenna watched the men's eyes as they stared appreciatively at her breasts. “Nice tits,” the blond said. “Don't you agree, Paul?”
“Definitely. What do you think?” he asked the woman seated at his feet.
“She looks just delicious.” The two man laughed at her choice of words. Delicious.
Hmmm,
Jenna thought.
Rock showed Jenna the X-frame. “Wayne built this for me,” he said, motioning to the blond man, “to my specifications. Now we get to see how well it works. Notice that each of the four arms is moveable to any position and adjustable to any length. Let me demonstrate.” Rock pressed her against a small padded area in the middle of her back, where the four arms joined, and fastened a nine-inch-wide strip of elastic around her waist and around the frame. The tight wrap was somehow erotic, something Jenna would remember for her clients. Rapidly Rock fastened her wrists and ankles to the ends of the frame, arms and legs splayed. She found she was a bit apprehensive. Was that part of the pleasure?
Rock placed a marble in her palm then leaned close to her ear. “There won't be anything terribly heavy tonight. I didn't think you'd be up to that yet.” She didn't know exactly what she was ready for, either. “Remember what this is for?” he asked as he closed her fingers around the marble.
She didn't know why they were whispering, but she lowered her voice. “I'll drop it if I have any problems with anything anyone does.”
“Good girl. No one has to know and you don't have to be embarrassed if anything disturbs you. This is supposed to be pleasure for everyone. If it isn't we'll stop and I'll take the responsibility. Okay?”
She nodded. Since she
was
in the business and in some way she had been trying to impress Rock's friends, she might not want to admit out loud that some activity made her uncomfortable. She began to click through activities that could be planned, but then she stopped and just allowed herself to roll with it. She squeezed the marble.
Rock pulled up a wide, padded rest for her head and attached her forehead to it with more elastic. She was in no discomfort, but she was totally immobile, naked and spread wide for anyone's pleasure.
“One of the things I want you to learn tonight,” he said to her, loud enough for everyone to hear, “is how it feels to be more aroused than you've ever been, yet be unable to do anything about itâto be dependent on someone else to bring you to climax. I want you totally dependent on us for your satisfaction.” Rock turned to the two men. “We're here to satisfy all your fantasies and Wayne, Paul, and I have discussed a few. Rock sounded like a professor giving a lecture to a room full of freshmen.
No,
Jenna thought,
rather like a carnival barker.
“I've used them to plan this evening. All things are possible here at Club Fantasy so if you desire an additional pleasure, let me know.”
He took something from a small drawer, then returned his attention to the audience. As he walked toward Jenna, she saw that he held a small vial with a cork stopper. “I picked up this oil on a trip to Asia.” He withdrew the stopper and, with his finger over the mouth of the bottle, inverted it. “It's an interesting substance.” He rubbed his oily finger over Jenna's lips. “Tell me what you feel.”
“It's getting slightly warm,” she said, reflexively licking her lips.
“It does get warm,” he said, “and more. It's a mixture of herbs, ground up bark from a tree that only growsâ” He laughed. “Well it only grows somewhere. This vial cost me a small fortune but I think you'll see that it's worth it. Hillary? Are you feeling a bit aroused?”
“Yes,” she said, but she wasn't sure she was more aroused than she had been merely because of the situation.
“Good. It's supposed to be an aphrodisiac but, of course, who ever knows since so much of arousal is mental. Maybe Hillary is getting hot knowing what the oil is supposed to do. I've never done a double-blind, scientific study.” He shrugged. “Well, who really cares as long as it works?”
He moistened his finger again and rubbed it over Jenna's left nipple. Whether it was mental or physical, she quickly felt the heat as it flowed from her breast to her vagina. It felt like liquid wax coursing through her veins, heating, exciting.
Rock walked over to the woman who sat at Paul's feet, and raised an eyebrow. “Sure, I'd love to try it,” she said, and Rock spread a bit of the oil on her nipples, which tightened almost immediately. As she watched, Jenna felt the warmth spread, seeming to flow directly to her pussy. She felt her tissues swell still more and her juices trickle down into the crack between her ass cheeks.
“Has Diana ever made it with a woman?” Rock asked.
“Have you?” Paul asked.
“Oh, sure,” she said. “If it's sexy, I've done it.”
“Diana and I have only been going together for a few weeks but I can tell you that she's a very open-minded kind of woman,” Paul said proudly, reaching down and palming one breast.
“This sounds like my kind of party,” Wayne said. “As I told you, Rock, watching two women is one of my favorite fantasies.” He adjusted his jeans to make his cock more comfortable.
“Mine too,” Paul said.
“I had a few other things in mind for tonight but since Diana is here, why not fulfill a few fantasies.”
Rock flicked a glance at Jenna and she knew he was wondering whether she'd drop the marble. She didn't. She'd go with it. Tonight all things were possible.
Jenna found herself getting hotter and hotter. Was it the oil or the atmosphere? “The oil is perfectly safe,” Rock said, “but it's even more of an aphrodisiac when taken internally.” He reached down and took Diana's hand, guiding her to a standing position, then over to where Jenna lay, totally unable to move. “Suck!” he said. Although his tone was gentle, there was something powerful in his words. Diana leaned over and took Jenna's nipple in her mouth.
This was a woman, Jenna thought, closing her eyes. She expected to feel something unusual but, to her surprise, it didn't feel unlike the men who'd done it to her. Maybe she should be repelled at the idea but she found she wasn't. It just was. As the dark-haired woman suckled, Rock spread oil on Jenna's other nipple and she found her arousal growing. God, she was hungry. She desperately wanted to rub her clit to relieve the need, but she didn't have the use of her hands. She could only feel and grind her hips.