Return to the club: Part 1

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After her dirty weekend in Chicago, Suzanne returned to Purdue to continue her studies. A few days later at Starbucks, she was talking with her friend Josie, a history graduate student. Josie was from Martinique, about 5’8” tall with 32B breasts, long dark hair, and smooth dark skin the color of molten milk chocolate. She was telling Suzanne about her research into the suppressed history of carnal relations between Africans and Europeans before the colonization of America, and the aftermath during the period of African slavery in the colonies. Among other reasons, she had come to Purdue to investigate their manuscript archive of slave narratives and abolitionists’ journals.

“Between the fall of Rome and the start of colonization in the early 16th century,” Josie explained, “there were many free blacks in Europe, mostly Moorish servants, but also black merchants and even itinerant mountebanks, from as far away as Mali or Abyssinia. The African slave trade existed already, but it did not get into high gear until the colonial genocide of Native Americans, which required another source for plantation labor. The Church looked upon the free blacks with suspicion, either as covert Muslims or, worse, as being in league with the devil (as evidenced by their skin color). However, behind the walls of their remote castles, many white noblemen and women saw them as exotic. I found excellent European historical sources in confessors’ handbooks and, especially, the archives of the Inquisition.

“In private rooms of rural castles, the Provençal nobility, already depraved by the Cathars and Waldensians, encouraged forbidden rituals between limber black men and women, involving bondage and illicit sex. According to some sources, dissolute noblemen would join them, fornicating with bound black women or even allowing black women to restrain them and perform oral acts considered unnatural by the Church.

“There is one account, found in the archives of the Holy Inquisition, of a small orgy that occurred across the Pyrenees in Asturias, far from royal control by Moorish or Catholic princes. Apparently, around 1360, the lord of the castle hired six black itinerant acrobats, three of each sex, for a private Carnival entertainment. The lord, his younger brother, their wives, and a like-minded couple from a nearby demesne joined them in the main hall, after the castle’s servants had been dismissed so they might prepare for Lent in the village.”

Josie’s voice dropped as she continued her story and Suzanne sipped her coffee. “Illuminated only by candles and fireplace, all twelve participants disrobed, ignoring propriety, sex, rank, and race. The black acrobats performed three, four, and even six-way couplings in imaginative positions to start the evening. The lord of the castle then selected one comely wench, had two of her companions tie her spread-eagled to the table, and then made intricate patterns in white candle wax across the front of her body, totally covering her nipples, filling her navel, and bordering her womanhood. When satisfied with the contrasting decoration, he roughly entered her and proceeded to ravish her, while his own wife whipped his backside with the flagellation whip intended for use during Lent. Thereafter, his brother chose another black woman and violated her with the handle on his dagger, up to the hilt, holding it by the sheath.

“In turn, his wife submitted to two of the black men: the Latin euphemisms in the official transcript are hard to decode, but apparently they took her simultaneously vaginally and orally. Other mixed deviant sexual activity followed, which the Inquisition’s scribe refused to describe at all, except to report the sentence passed upon the nobles by the Holy Congregation. By the time of the interrogation, the blacks had fled, presumably to Portugal, but the Christians were sentenced to public penance: all six men and women were suspended nude by their wrists from a large oak tree in front of the cathedral and lashed thoroughly by Dominican monks in full view of the peasantry.”

“Fascinating!” replied Suzanne, “in my physics classes I’m now studying ‘strange interactions’, but in the mid-20th-century scientific meaning.”

Josie continued, “I’m just now finding similar reports from centuries later, in the French, Spanish, and English colonies of the New World, where white masters and black slaves crossed the color line, defying custom and statute, for immoral purposes.

“As a young girl, I had heard dark rumors of such things in the 17th and early 18th centuries. Apparently, back home in Martinique, no French lady of standing was completely equipped unless she had a small stable of black ‘special’ servants, of both sexes, to gratify her perverted tastes. Since there was no question of marriage or inheritance, this activity was not considered adulterous, and any embarrassing issue from such liaisons could be disposed of quickly in slave commerce. By the standards of that benighted era, this was not particularly evilcertainly not when compared with the customary treatment of field slaves, who literally were worked to death without penalty to the slave-owner.”

Josie started teasing: “But meanwhile, back here in the boring American Midwest, we seem to have our own scandals. I have heard whispers about your pet geezer and your activities at the conference and in Chicago. What gives?”

“Don’t call him a geezer!” Suzanne blushed admitting her crush on the mature gentleman, “he prefers ‘coot’ or ‘curmudgeon’, but answers to ‘sir’.”

She told Josie the basics of her trip to Chicago, omitting details of the post-show activity back at the hotel. Suzanne narrated a reasonably full description of the activity at the club, including her own participation in the ladies’ competition and Henry’s participation in the gentlemen’s punishment of the two women.

“Hmmm,” Josie replied, “both the competition and the punishment ritual bear some resemblance to activities related in my sources, absent the racial issue. Anyway, why don’t you wheedle an invitation for both of us? I bet he would appreciate mixed company.”

A week later, Suzanne proudly informed Josie of their invitation to Chicago. “As you predicted, he liked the idea of two guests. He sent me the electronic paperwork for two Amtrak round trips to Chicago, and I’m going over to Lafayette this afternoon to pick up the tickets. Henry’s e-mail repeated the instructions for ladies’ attire at the club.”

“Yeah, you told me all about it. I can handle that to his satisfaction: I have a skimpy Brazilian bikini that never comes out in Indiana.”

Meanwhile, Suzanne was already finishing her own new handmade outfit, an open-work crocheted bikini in dark brown. She had been planning this since she returned from Chicago, hoping for another invitation. Two one-inch-diameter stainless-steel rings were worked into the top to frame her nipples, and a flesh-colored gusset panel was sewn into the bottom for comfort and some degree of modesty. Suzanne blushed to think of the effect when Henry saw the top, congratulating herself for her courage in not only wearing, but designing such a garment.

 

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Return to the club, part 2

Early the following Friday morning, the two girls boarded the train for Chicago. On board, they dressed as old-fashioned schoolgirls, with plaid skirts, white blouses, knee socks, and saddle shoes. Henry, dressed in a blue blazer and tan slacks, greeted them at Union Station: “A pleasure to see you again, Suzanne, and a further pleasure to meet your charming friend. Suzanne tells me that you are from the French islands, Josie?” Josie responded, “Oui, m’sieur. Suzanne has told me so much about you. I look forward to this evening’s spectacle!”

They took a quick cab ride to the Hotel Burnham on State Street, where Henry had reserved two adjoining suites. After they set out their luggage and put their coats away, he escorted them to Michigan Avenue for lunch at the Gage.

At a private table in a back room, they continued their conversation. “Did you have a good trip here?” he started. “It was OK,” Suzanne replied, “but we had to get up early to catch the train. We’re both hungry.” “I had not appreciated how vast and flat the American Midwest is,” Josie answered, “back home, nowhere is flat, a very small island surrounded by water.”

“Suzanne has told you about our destination tonight? And the rules? I guarantee your safety, but you must follow my instructions and commands,” Henry demanded. Josie nodded assent.

“I don’t know how much Suzanne told you about my historical research,” Josie continued at the table, “but her description of the ritual punishment of the two miscreants reminded me of a nasty incident that I uncovered in Spanish archives, dating from the reconquista. A nobleman had surprised his wife and a Moor in flagrante. The Moor tried to escape by jumping out the window, but broke his leg in the fall and was quickly killed by retainers. The wife pled for mercy, and the nobleman promised to spare her life. However, he would punish and humiliate her before consigning her to a convent to atone for her heretical miscegenation.

“He had his castellan arrange the materials and summoned virile volunteers from the castle guard. The castellan found a wooden barrel which would cover her from feet to navel. He lined it with a burlap sack, had the victim bound at ankles and knees, and placed her standing in the sack-lined barrel. Two villeins from the manor proceeded to fill the sack with dark treacle up to the rim, just above her waist. Four soldiers then carried the packaged lady to a shallow hole between two trees and placed the barrel with its rim just above the ground level. They ran ropes from each wrist to the two trees to pull her arms horizontally away from her body.

“She was left there, shaded by the trees, for a few hours to consider her crime, as the treacle started to solidify and fix her in place from the waist down, like an insect in amber. At noon, four soldiers arrived, wearing only their shirts. After a solemn invocation by the castle’s chaplain, they stood around her and proceeded to stroke themselves until, one by one, they gushed forth onto her head, neck, and breasts. She remained there for another hour in the mid-day heat, until a second group of four soldiers arrived and repeated the process.

“During the next hour, her maidservant furtively brought her a drink of water, but was chased away by a third quartet of soldiers. By the end of the third action, she was holding her eyes closed, dripping semen outside of the crust formed by the first two batches. The husband decided that she had suffered enough, and had the villeins and soldiers untie her arms and lift the barrel out of the hole. They uncooped the barrel staves around the burlap and transferred her, still wrapped in the sack, to a two-wheeled cart for an uncomfortable trip to the convent. There, the good sisters cleaned her of her unholy frosting, and then placed her into a tub of warm water for a full day to dissolve the treacle away from her body. Thereafter, she was shut away from the world for the rest of her life.”

“Interesting research!” Henry replied. “In my day, we just studied the history of wars and empires. In last month’s disciplinary case, however, Connie and Helen were guilty of a merely venial offense, not a mortal one, and now have been restored to full fellowship after accepting their punishment. Of course, Greg volunteered and enjoyed his role in the ladies’ competition.” Suzanne blushed, remembering her role in the competition, but remained quiet, resenting Josie’s monopolizing the conversation.

Back at the hotel, again Josie took the lead: “We need to freshen up after our morning ride from Indiana, but I invite you to relax for a short entertainment before we shower.” Henry sat back on the room’s armchair, while the two girls stood before him. Josie started by unbuttoning Suzanne’s blouse, went behind her, and pulled it backwards from her. Suzanne leaned forward and loosened Henry’s tie as Josie undid the back of her bra; she then brushed her breasts across his mustache as she stood back up. Josie removed her own blouse and cupped Suzanne’s breasts with her hands. They turned to face each other with their sides to Henry and kissed each other deeply.

Suzanne reached out and removed Josie’s bra, dropping it with the other discarded clothing. They pressed their breasts together, their skin colors contrasting beautifully. Now Suzanne continued, unzipping Josie’s schoolgirl skirt and letting it drop. She put her hands inside Josie’s white panties, feeling her cheeks. Suzanne rotated Josie to show her back to Henry, and pulled the panties down in back exposing her crack. Josie stepped out of her skirt as Suzanne pulled the panties down to her knees and rotated Josie back to face Henry. Josie stepped back from Suzanne and dropped the panties to the floor and kicked them away. “Come here!” she demanded, and Suzanne walked back to her. Josie returned the favor and removed Suzanne’s skirt and panties.

As she reached for Suzanne’s crotch, Henry interjected “Not too far now, ladies, I need you in a state of sexual tension for this evening’s activity.” Josie pulled her hand back, and contented herself with stroking Suzanne’s outer thigh. “As you wish, sir,” Suzanne replied, “we’ll cool ourselves off with a shower now.” They removed their shoes and knee socks, carefully picked their clothes off the floor, and put them away on hangers or in dresser drawers. Each went to the bathroom of one of the adjoining rooms, while Henry prepared for his shower. He tuned in a pay-per-view soft-core porno on the hotel TV while he carefully undressed and put his clothes away and unpacked his tuxedo and accessories for the evening. He put on the robe and sat on the bed watching horny housewives seducing pool boys, while the girls showered. When he heard the water stop, he muted the television and ordered room service for 7 PM. The girls came back, wearing robes, to see him just as the porno milfs were riding a pool boy at both ends.

Henry left the video running while he showered. He re-entered the bedroom nude, while the girls were sitting there in their robes watching the porno, and started to dress. Josie, taking the lead again, assisted him with his shirt studs and cufflinks. Suzanne, not to be outmaneuvered, brought him his tuxedo trousers and accidentally caressed his legs while helping him into them. He thanked them, tied his black tie, and sat back on the chair.

“Food will be delivered shortly. After that, we shall walk over to the club. You may change into your costumes in the next room to surprise me when we get there.” After finishing the room-service supper, the girls went next door to dress, while Henry wheeled the cart back into the corridor. Suzanne had remembered the embarrassment she felt wearing a nondescript raincoat on her last visit, and had brought her good dark-grey wool coat on this trip. Josie’s coat was similar, in navy blue. When they reappeared, their mid-calf length coats effectively covered their meager costumes, only showing their high-heeled shoes. Neither girl wore a hat, but Henry wore his black fedora. He wrapped his white silk opera scarf around his neck under his charcoal-grey overcoat. Henry kissed each of them and led them to the elevator and down to Washington Street. They walked over to Dearborn, and south to the Monadnock building.

 

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Return to the club, part 3

Entering from Dearborn, they took the elevator down to the club level, authorized by Henry’s key in the elevator control. Henry had arranged with Franz, the maître d’hôte, for two guests, and Franz greeted them at the door: “A pleasure, as always, and two such beautiful ladies! Our humble establishment is doubly blest!” He led them to the coat-check, where Carmen, the Latino topless hat-check girl, took their wraps. Tonight, Carmen was wearing black leather, a studded G-string and thigh-high black boots, which complemented her smooth brown skin beautifully. She recognized Suzanne from her previous visit, and carefully helped her with her coat. Somehow, Carmen found an opportunity to caress her surreptitiously, while Henry was helping Josie with her coat. Carmen took Josie’s coat from Henry, and then helped Henry with his coat and hat. As always, the view of Carmen in her G-string standing on the stepstool to reach the hat shelf was an inspiration to Henry.

While Henry gave her coat to Carmen, Josie stood there in her white bikini, with thigh-high blue hose and navy-blue patent heels. The top tied behind her back and neck, and the bottom tied at both sides. The two top triangles barely covered her areolae, but her dark nipples were just visible through the material. The bottom covered her landing strip with little margin. Henry approved, and turned to Suzanne, to be pleasantly surprised seeing her stand there in her new brown crocheted bikini. She wore knee socks and strappy heels, both in brown. After rubbing against the satin lining of her coat on the way over, Suzanne’s nipples perkily protruded through the stainless-steel rings. “Are you cold, or glad to see me?” Henry asked. “Both,” she replied.

Franz escorted them to their private table, where Taylor, the black topless waitress met them. Beautifully semi-clad in a white satin thong and matching shoes, she was not pleased to see another dark-skinned girl dressed in white. “Ooh! An island girl! Ain’t you north of your hardiness zone? You’re dressed for sunbathing, but the UVA rays don’t penetrate this far underground,” Taylor goaded her.

“Maudite vache,” Josie spat back. “I have come here to recover the estate of Jean-Baptiste Point du Sable from the ignorant natives. Do not stand in my way! Did someone cut your hair with a machete?” “Now ladies, I must insist you stop this instant,” Henry interjected. “Josie here is my guest, under my protection, and Taylor has always been my favorite waitress! You both look good in white. I demand you kiss and make up!” They quieted down, approached each other, and started tonsil-hockey in an attempt to make Suzanne jealous.

Suzanne, however, had already seen how Josie operates, and turned her attention to Henry, rubbing her right nipple across his moustache and then kissing him deeply. After he came up for air, Taylor and Josie were quietly staring at him. “I see we are all on the same page now, and that is some book!” Henry said, as he sat his two guests down beside him. “My usual champagne, at your convenience, Taylor! Pleased be seated, ladies.”

After the audience was settled, Franz came onstage in his habitual white-tie and tailcoat, to start the show. “Ladies and gentlemen, pray silence for our featured dancer, Judith. She shall reward your focus fully, and will reveal her secrets to those who pay attention.” To an instrumental recording of the James Bond theme music, Judith walked on slowly, looking furtively about her, dressed in a long double-breasted tan trench coat, a large-brimmed hat with veil, and thigh-high black leather boots.

Carmen followed her a few paces back, wearing an unbuttoned short black silk jacket over her leather G-string and boots. Judith removed her hat and tossed it to Carmen, then undid her long blonde hair and deployed it symmetrically in front. She continued to pace slowly, while Carmen set the hat aside. Apparently satisfied, Judith untied the coat’s belt, and unbuttoned the top three buttons. At a loud point in the music, she stopped, but then resumed with the remaining buttons.

She flashed the audience by opening the coat with hands in front pockets, quickly showing a sleeveless white blouse, unbuttoned but tied at the waist. As Carmen walked over to her, she slowly lowered the right shoulder of the coat, exposing a bare arm. When Carmen reached her, she turned away from the audience and opened the coat. Carmen stood between her and the audience, and took it slowly down from her shoulders. Under the white blouse, she wore pink satin boxer shorts above her long boots.

Henry’s attention was fully directed on Judith, and his two guests felt ignored. Suzanne slipped off her right shoe and started to rub her foot against Henry’s trouser leg. Josie noticed that, and moved closer to him to press her naked thigh against his other leg. Henry smiled, and kept watching the stage.

Judith turned back to the audience while Carmen took the coat away, and slowly untied the blouse, holding it together at the bottom. She carefully pulled the left side away, revealing one breast, and quickly covered it again. Again, she turned away from the audience and pulled the blouse open with both hands at the shirttails. Still facing away, she slowly lowered the blouse down her back to below her shoulder-blades, and then to her waist. Spinning quickly back at the end of the music, she dropped the blouse on the floor and revealed her long-awaited breasts to the audience’ view. She lifted her right breast and licked it carefully with the tip of her tongue.

“Do not start being jealous!” Henry whispered to the two girls, “This act is part of what I’m paying for, and I assure you that I leave only with those who came here with me.”

When the music started again, a slow paso doble, Judith paced the stage in a showgirl’s gait, bringing the trailing toe up to the leading heel, but stopped at stage left and rotated to face the audience. She put her right hand into the front of her shorts and played there a while, then brought out her hand and rubbed it on her left breast. She licked two fingers of her left hand, and pushed them down into her shorts for another go, then pulled them out to rub her right breast. When she used both hands to push her shorts down below her hips, her matching pink G-string was revealed. Standing behind her, Carmen helped her remove the shorts. Judith stepped out of them and stood upright in her boots and G-string, and bumped her hips left and right while standing in place.

She returned to center-stage and put her right hand back into the center of things; now the audience could see her gently massaging her most sensitive area under the fabric. Adding her left hand, she slowly lowered the panel to uncover her shaved intimate area. To remove the meager garment, Judith turned away from the audience and bent forward, so that her bottom was well displayed as she pulled the G-string down to her knees. Straightening up, she dropped it to the floor and kicked it over to Carmen, who caught it on the fly and waved good-bye with it. Carmen came back with a tall barstool, and Judith sat down, facing the audience, spreading her knees far apart. With a focused spotlight carefully aimed, she used both hands: two fingers of her left hand spread her bald labia apart, and her middle right finger went directly to excite the magic button.

Henry’s attention had followed the spotlight, and the girls were still miffed. Josie tried to sneak to his zipper, but Suzanne noticed and stopped her hand. They ended up holding hands above Henry’s now bulging trouser fly.

Meanwhile, on stage, Judith alternated between stroking the enlarging bud, licking her finger, and touching the end of one or the other nipple. Finally, when she started to breathe heavily and blush, she stopped the other activities and sped up her fingering until she climaxed in full view of the audience. The stage lights died, and Carmen removed the stool while Judith scampered offstage.

 

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Return to the club, part 4

The two girls sat upright, to avoid attention from the staff, and Henry ordered a second bottle of champagne. Taylor smirked a bit, but kept silent, as she exchanged bottles in the ice bucket and accidentally brushed a breast in Henry’s face. Noting Josie’s discomfiture, Henry grinned as he topped off their glasses. During the pause between acts, they clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

After Judith’s exit, the stage lights came back on and Franz returned: “Greg, our athlete manqué, has long considered himself God’s gift to women. See now how his prayer has been answered: substituting for the Almighty, we now donate him as a gift for the usage of our merciful, yet imaginative, women. Let us hope that he does not regret his desire.”

Connie and Helen entered with Greg between them, wearing a French-cuff blue shirt with tie, dark dress pants, black socks, and shined dress shoes. He wore horn-rimmed glasses, and his shirt and undershirt were very tight against his chest. Both women were dressed as secretaries, in matching grey skirts and white frilly blouses, dark hose, and black high-heeled shoes.

Greg kissed each woman’s right hand in the continental manner, removed his glasses, and unfastened his cufflinks. Connie carefully placed his glasses and cufflinks on a tray, while Greg bent down to unlace and remove his shoes. Helen undid his tie, pulling him forward to kiss him on the lips. Connie stepped behind Greg, pulled the tie back from his collar, and blindfolded him with it.

He stood at attention while the women continued undressing him. Helen unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it to Connie, standing behind him. After Helen unbuckled his belt, his trousers dropped to his ankles. Connie nudged his behind, he stepped carefully out of them, and she pulled them away.

Meanwhile, Helen ran her left hand under one arm across the front of Greg’s sleeveless undershirt. After tweaking his nipples, she took a bandage scissors in her right hand and cut his undershirt away, starting from the waist up to the neck, holding the fabric away from his chest with her left hand. Helen ripped the destroyed undershirt from Greg’s torso, and handed it to Connie behind him. With his chest exposed, Helen licked his nipples, flicking each small tip with the very end of her tongue. Connie removed the pile of clothing from the floor and set a short stool behind him.

The sight of his athletic body quickly drew the attention of both Suzanne and Josie, while Henry relaxed from the excitement caused by Judith. The two girls leaned forward with their elbows on the table, while Henry gently rubbed one neck at a time.

Back onstage, Helen pushed down on Greg’s shoulders to bid him sit. She lifted each ankle in turn to remove his socks, tossing them to the rear of the stage. Connie leaned over him from behind, grabbed him on both sides just under the ribcage, and noticed him suppress a ticklish reaction. “Aha! A weak spot in our gift,” she whispered in his ear, and exploited that to make Greg stand. Helen reached down along his shanks into his briefs, and slowly pulled them down until his organ sprang out above the waistband. She rubbed the elastic against the lower surface of his shaft, then pulled the briefs down to Greg’s ankles, and Connie signaled him again to step out of them.

After Helen tossed the briefs back with his socks, Connie seated him, still holding his sides with her fingers. “Fair play: follow my lead or be embarrassed, my ticklish friend!” Helen attached a pair of suspension cuffs to his ankles while Connie removed the blindfolding tie. Franz, now backstage, lowered the hoist and Helen attached the cuffs to a spreader bar at the end of the chain. Both women supported Greg’s body and head while Franz raised the hoist, until Greg’s hands were dangling just above the stage floor. Connie and Helen exited, leaving him dangling head-down with wide-open legs.

Now, Suzanne and Josie were totally fascinated by the suspended nude athletic-bodied man before them. Henry calmly sipped his champagne, glad that they were being entertained. He had wondered about their orientation, with respect to gender, domination, and submission, and was monitoring their reactions closely.

As Connie and Helen left, Genevieve, the new Japanese artiste, entered, dressed in an emerald-green silk jacket and ankle-length skirt with a long slit. Her sleeveless jacket had a high mandarin collar, with a gold dragon appliqué over each breast. The front of her jacket was open slightly, pulled together at three places, showing her cleavage. The edges of the skirt’s long side slit and the jacket’s front edges were lined with gold piping. The frog closures on the jacket and skirt concealed hidden snaps that could be separated quickly. She strode onstage with the slit facing the audience, already unfastened up to halfway between waist and knee. Genevieve’s shiny black stiletto heels accentuated the well-toned nude leg showing through the slit.

She carried a brocade sewing bag with her, with ropes and cords in separate compartments. “OK, Greg-san: now you get bound!” she ordered behind him, “give me your hands.” First, she pulled his wrists up into the small of his back and bound his lower arms: first tying each wrist to the opposite elbow, then lashing his forearms together in a continuous run of half-hitches. She looped long ropes around his upper arms and torso to hold his arms against his body in a complex open network.

Henry noticed his guests’ fascination with the procedure. Although Josie talked big, he was not convinced that she had much experience in her young life, and probably none with oriental bondage techniques. Suzanne acted shy, but she was not as inhibited as he originally thought, as evidenced by her daring costume that night. The girls both watched Genevieve as she continued to bind Greg.

With smaller cords, she carefully tied his scrotum back between his legs, and enveloped Greg’s now-erect member in a macramé sheath. She attached that local network to the main ropes across his chest, pulling his member out perpendicularly from his body and sack. After adding a pre-made spiderweb cord network around his nipples, tied around his back, Genevieve inserted individual rubber bands diagonally into the net across his nipples. “Don’t go away,” she instructed Greg after the fourth band was in place, “X” marking the spots.

She stood back to check her assembly, then turned to face the audience. She pulled her jacket open in front, revealing nude breasts with henna tattoos of kirins. Returning to Greg, Genevieve tortured him by reaching down and plucking the rubber bands against his nipples (she was trained on the samisen during her apprenticeship in Kyoto). Facing the audience, she teased Greg by removing her jacket and showing him the dragon tattoo on her nude back. Holding the jacket in one hand, she used her other hand to open the side slit fully up to her waistband, exposing a beautiful leg with a serpent tattooed along the outside. Quietly, Taylor came onstage to assist her, and took the jacket away.

Genevieve turned away from the audience, knelt down, and rubbed her nipples against Greg’s chest while inserting her tongue in his navel. Pulling away, she stood up and undid the snaps at her waistband to remove the skirt, leaving her body clad only in a dark green G-string and stiletto heels. While Taylor took the skirt from her, she faced the audience and slowly slipped the G-string down, exposing her neatly-combed pubic triangle. Again, she turned away from the audience, bent forward, and pulled the G-string down halfway to her knees. Her perfect buttocks framed both orifices in full view of the audience. She straightened up, dropping the G-string down to her ankles, and kicked it at Greg with her left foot. Picking it up, she rubbed it across his face, and tossed it over to Taylor.

At 5’5”, standing there in heels in front of his inverted body, Genevieve easily located her mouth at exactly the right altitude to face his cocooned member. “OK, big boy!,” she said aloud,
“one should not look a gift-hose in the mouth, but I do not know where your little friend has been.” She rolled back the braided cords to its base and encased the organ it in a condom, stroking as required to keep it erect, and tightened the bunched cords around the base of his shaft. She teased the head with a fingertip, and then slowly surrounded the engorged member with her mouth, while reaching down to his nipples with both hands and holding his head between her knees.

Back at the table, Suzanne was paying no attention to the others and absent-mindedly found herself fingering one nipple through the ring. Josie noticed, but slipped her own finger into the front of her bikini bottom. Henry pretended not to see, but was pleased with the progress.

Onstage, Taylor brought out a stool, and Genevieve resumed her oral position. Sucking slowly above, she pinched his nipples below between long elegant polished nails. Greg moaned softly, with his head again clamped between her knees. From the side, Franz signaled her that Greg was approaching the limit for inverted suspension, so she pumped more violently, both faster and deeper, until Greg exhaled very noisily and the condom filled inside her mouth. She stepped back to show the result to the audience, and quickly untied Greg’s hands and arms. The stage lights died as Franz lowered the hoist, while Genevieve and Taylor carefully held his head so he could land safely on his hands. After she unsnapped the ankle cuffs, Genevieve helped him walk offstage while Franz raised the hoist back above the stage and Taylor removed the stool and discarded clothing from the stage. Still in the dark, Taylor sneaked back onstage with a futon, and unrolled it center-stage.

Again, after the stage lights died, Suzanne and Josie sat up as if nothing had happened. Henry found their innocent looks amusing, but suppressed a smile and said, “Suzanne was concerned about the sufferings of these two on her first trip here, and you thought it reminiscent of the Dark Ages in Iberia, Josie. I, of course, enjoyed myself as part of the firing squad. Anyway, let’s see how they are doing now.”

 

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Return to the club: part 5 of 5

The stage lights came on again, and Franz entered to announce the final act. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, we bring back our penitent duo. They meekly accepted their correction by the gentlemen last time, and have returned to entertain you in a less strenuous manner. Surely, there is nothing more gemütlich than the love of a woman for her fellow woman. Let us show them that all is forgiven!”

The light shifted to center-stage, where Connie and Helen lay recumbent on the futon. Connie wore a light-blue silk charmeuse baby-doll and G-string, with matching satin slippers, while Helen wore dark purple silk pajamas, short-sleeved top over long pants, and black mules. They were facing each other, stroking each other’s faces, as Franz quietly left the stage. Helen pulled Connie’s face to her with two hands and kissed her full on the mouth. Connie closed her eyes as Helen continued to kiss her and started to lower the straps on Connie’s gown. Pulling the top down slowly over her breasts, she carefully rubbed the top edge several times on Connie’s inflating nipples before unbuttoning the front to expose her breasts completely.

Connie pushed herself up to shift her breasts to Helen’s face, and Helen buried her head between them. Coming up for air, she surrounded one nipple with her mouth and busily tongued it, making Connie moan softly. Moving her mouth to the other breast, Helen pinched the first one firmly between thumb and forefinger. Connie moaned again, and flinched a bit from a harder pinch. Helen kissed the pinched nipple to make it all better. Connie shrugged off the unbuttoned gown and rubbed her chest against Helen’s silk top. She unbuttoned the pajama top and opened it to access Helen’s breasts, and dove in to suck on them greedily. Helen pulled away to remove the top fully, and then went back so that Connie could continue. She surrounded Helen’s right nipple fully with her mouth, and Helen held her by the back of the head to push her into the breast. She increased the pull so that Connie’s mouth and nose were blocked by the now-hard nipple and the soft breast, respectively. Connie continued to work hard, but she slowed down as she lost her breath. Helen held her a bit longer, then released her to take a deep breath. Connie lay on her back gasping as Helen slipped out of her pajama bottoms.

Henry closely observed his guests, but could not quite make his mind up about their reaction. They were interested in the proceedings, but did not seem to be aroused. He put his hands on their knees, and they did not withdraw, but kept watching the stage.

Just when Connie had recovered from her breath-hold, she found Helen’s womanhood blocking her again. Helen had carefully seated herself with her legs extended past Connie’s head. Her nose was in Helen’s pubic hair and her mouth was covered by vagina. At first, Connie could breathe through her nose, getting the full effect of Helen’s feminine aroma, but Helen shifted forward to restore pressure there. Helen could easily feel Connie’s struggles against her own sensitive anatomy, and rolled off her before any damage was done. While Connie recovered from this assault, Helen licked the moisture away from her lips and nose. Connie sniffled a bit, while Helen gently removed her G-string. “Here, baby. Let mommy make it better,” Helen cooed, and spread Connie out on her back.

The spotlight focused on Connie’s hips, while Helen moved her right hand down to Connie’s crotch and Connie continued to catch her breath. Helen found it only slightly moist down there, so she quickly switched position, kneeling in front of the supine Connie with her bottom facing the audience, and started to lick her slowly and gently. Between her own saliva and Connie’s excitement, the region was soon moist enough to lubricate fingers. Helen inserted her fingers one by one into the source of the moisture, and then shifted to the main target. In Connie’s weakened state, she could not resist the stimulation and she soon climaxed. Helen lay down beside her and hugged her to her own body as her quivering subsided.

“That was great! You’re so good to me,” Connie told her, and went back to licking Helen’s breasts. After she had thoroughly erected both nipples, she ran the tip of her forefinger directly across the end of one until Helen pulled back. “OK,” said Connie, and quickly jumped back to attack Helen down below. Without hesitation, she shoved her face into Helen, and reached up to pinch both breasts. Working quickly, she surprised Helen by bringing her to orgasm before she had time to organize resistance. While Helen spasmed, Connie continued to pinch her breasts, getting some satisfaction for her earlier rough treatment. When Helen was quiet again, it was Connie’s turn to hug her, this time from behind.

Back at their table, Henry noticed that Josie had held her own breath for a while, and now was breathing heavily. Suzanne showed no such effect, but seemed to have stiffened during the more violent parts, but now had relaxed back into her seat. He was getting some calibration data on his two young friends.

Onstage, the two participants lay spooned for a short time, until Helen told Connie, “Now for the grand finale!” Helen, the taller woman, lay down with her feet to the audience, and Connie lay down on top of her in the opposite direction. Using their fingers and tongues, each woman stimulated the other, getting feedback from the other’s tongue when a particular move was successful. Together they scaled the height of stimulation, and it was all Connie could do to not be bucked off when Helen reached culmination first, but she grabbed Helen’s hips and hung on for dear life until Helen brought her to a magnificent conclusion. Post orgasmic, they lay there in the same position, occasionally flicking a tongue on the other party to evoke a shiver, until Connie finally rolled off and lay quietly beside Helen.

The audience had watched this silently, but broke into applause at the end, breaking club tradition. All three at Henry’s table joined in, politely. Genevieve came by the table in her dressing gown, and Henry introduced her to his guests. Suzanne complimented her on her silk outfit, and Josie admired her ropework. Henry kissed her hand and commented, “I look forward to your next performance.” When it was their turn to leave, Taylor came by to escort them out to the coat-check. Again, Henry noticed the frost between her and Josie, but both girls were correct with each other. At the coa-tcheck, Carmen was far more friendly with all three, and even got a surreptitious feel of Suzanne’s ringed breasts when helping with her coat, while Henry assisted Josie. Outside, the evening weather had cooled dramatically, and both girls shivered a bit under their coats. “Come, ladies,” Henry beckoned, and they walked quickly back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, Henry helped them off with their coats and hung them up with his coat and hat. He sighed softly, admiring the girls in their skimpy outfits as they helped him remove his tuxedo and dress shirt. Standing there in his underwear, he ordered them to undress fully and join him in the shower. After the shower, as they toweled each other dry, Suzanne started to speak. Softly at first, she gained confidence a few words into her speech. “My dear Henry, you have been the perfect host and we have enjoyed the trip immensely. Please allow us to show you our appreciation.” “Of course, my dear, what do you have in mind?” “We discussed a surprise for you on the train ride; perhaps we were overheard by the snoopy old lady in the seat behind us.” “This is highly irregular, but please proceed.”

Josie went into the next room for her suitcase, and Suzanne led Henry to the bed. “Please lie back and relax. Leave everything to us—you have worked hard enough to give us this perfect evening. In case this gets messy, we’ll put a bath towel down on the bed for you to lie on.” Josie brought out four long polyester scarves, and the two girls bound his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. They unplugged the phone and cleared the end table to set out other objects from Josie’s bag. Henry was not fully immobile in his scarf bondage, but relaxed while waiting to see what his two guests had in store for him. Josie whispered in his ear, “don’t worry about our pleasure yet, we can take care of each other after your turn.”

First, Josie opened a jar of seeded raspberry preserves and set out two plastic spoons. Using her breasts as a trowel, she spread some on Henry’s moustache, and licked it off carefully, daubing him afterwards with a moist washcloth. Presenting each breast to him, she allowed him to lick off the raspberry residue. Josie sensuously rubbed his chest with her fingertips, and gently kissed and licked him until his nipples started to grow. Then, she spread a spoonful on him, smearing it around with her tongue. At the first contact of a seed with the sensitive parts, he winced, but she continued as he continued to harden. She made continuous circles around his miniature aerolae, one at a time, and then flicked the tip of her tongue across each nipple, pushing the seeds as she found them. After Josie licked the preserves from him, she replenished it a spoonful at a time.

Meanwhile, Suzanne turned her attention lower down. She ran one finger along the frenulum under his glans until the circumcised member stood at attention. A few quick strokes brought him to full erection, and she paused to admire it. Suzanne rubbed a nipple across the tip, and squeezed the shaft in her cleavage. Kneeling down again, she took it halfway into her mouth, and ran her lips up and down the sides slowly, caressing it. She plunged down, accepting him deep in her mouth, then slowly pulled her lips back towards the head while sucking it like a popsicle. Pulling off it, she licked his scrotum gently with her tongue. Suzanne paused again, and watched Josie attacking Henry above. Josie spread some more preserves on Henry’s chest, and shifted her body to face him, knees astride him and butt in the air. Suzanne knelt between Henry’s legs, facing Josie’s hips, as Josie bent down to apply her tongue to the sticky-sweet nipples. Suzanne reached for Josie, and lightly tested her slot for moistness with a forefinger.

While Josie continued her attentions, Suzanne went back to work on Henry’s member. She slowly guided her lips back over the tip, and slid gently down the shaft more than halfway, keeping her mouth taut to exert pressure. Henry quickly grew back to his full length inside her. After two cycles, she flattened her tongue to give his frenulum a wide wet stroke, and repeated that a couple of times. When she got back to the end, she popped her lips over the ridge, then pulled away to prolong the exercise. Henry tried to buck up to stay with her, but she moved quickly and the ankle scarves held. She playfully touched the very end with a fingertip, but was careful not to finish him yet.

When Suzanne went back down on him, she reached underneath between his cheeks and rubbed his anus with an index finger, which she had previously trimmed short. This brought a quick reaction, where Henry grew fully erect almost instantly at her touch. Going back to harmonic motion, she uncovered her teeth and gently scratched them against his hard surface. Henry flinched once, but manfully carried on, trying to match her motion by bucking his hips.

At the other end of the bed, Josie continued on his nipples, until they both felt Henry stiffen, his arms and legs pulling against his bonds. Josie fell back off his body and pinched Henry’s left nipple while Suzanne increased her speed until he cried out softly and came violently, deep into Suzanne’s eager mouth. She pulled up, her lips dripping, and smiled at Josie sitting next to Henry. While he continued to leak, Josie picked up another moist washcloth from the table and cleaned Suzanne’s mouth. Leaving Henry bound, they kissed lightly, and Suzanne scampered into the bathroom to rinse out her mouth. Josie untied Henry’s wrists, cleaned off the remaining raspberry while he shook out his arms, and then untied his ankles. Henry sat up, and Josie wiped his organ with the other side of the washcloth. Suzanne came back in from the bathroom, and Henry went to finish cleaning himself. When he came back into the bedroom, the two girls were sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed, chastely holding hands. They stood up as he approached the bed.

“That was a lovely surprise, ladies. I fear that you have exhausted me!” “That’s OK,” replied Suzanne, “perhaps we can proceed without help. Just pull up a pillow, sit back against the headboard, and relax.”

He did just that, and Josie took Suzanne by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. With her head just to the side of the king-size mattress, Josie lifted her right leg up and pressed herself against her. They humped together for a while, and then Josie pulled back and spread Suzanne’s legs out flat. She dove in tongue-first and rapidly stimulated Suzanne until she started to moan. At that point, she pulled out, pulled Suzanne’s legs back towards the other side of the mattress, and sat down gently on her face, facing her, and wriggled around until Suzanne’s tongue could find her.

When both ladies were stimulated, and Henry was getting excited again despite himself, Josie again got up and placed Suzanne in a comfortable location for their mutual benefit. Lying down against Suzanne’s stomach with her head down and her crotch in Suzanne’s face, she initiated oral activity. Both girls were getting tired, but wanted very much to relieve their tension. Suzanne need to extend her tongue too far, so she grabbed Josie’s hips and pulled her down on her face. Josie, meanwhile, pushed Suzanne’s legs far apart and bent her own neck to reach her target better. They quickly climbed the heights together and held their positions as the other started to buck, until they heaved great sighs and rolled off each other.

“Good night, ladies, your train isn’t until tomorrow afternoon, so let us sleep soundly and have breakfast on our own schedule.” He lowered his pillow and lay back, as the girls turned off the lights and snuggled down next to him. In a few minutes, they were fast asleep in each others’ arms.

 

[kurious]

Excellent Intro!

 

[tirant]

The remaining parts got separated into separate entries, up to part 5 of 5. Look lower on the forum.

 

[sum1]

well that's just silly, merged