Underground adventures, part 1

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This is the first part of the story that takes place before "Return to the club", which is posted below.

Further adventures underground.

Friday afternoon, Henry attended a special meeting of the club members to discuss the tardiness of Helen and Connie. Consulting with Franz, the maître d’hôte, the committee decided on an ultimatum if they arrived late again tonight: either leave their lucrative employment without a recommendation or accept onstage punishment immediately. Franz and Henry had already worked out a disciplinary scenario, and Franz had acquired the material.
At last month’s regular meeting, the members had suggested bringing younger guests (of legal age) to tonight’s entertainment. Henry found this a perfect time to bring his new friend Suzanne. They had met (and hooked up) the previous month at an academic conference in Denver. At dinner, a bit tipsy, she admitted her submissive tendencies to Henry, who carefully suggested a rendezvous in Chicago a few weeks after the conference, during a break in her studies. Feeling sophisticated and, yes, grown-up, she had agreed to be his guest there. He made a reservation at the Palmer House and arranged her flights.
After Friday’s meeting and a quick supper, Henry walked over to the hotel to meet his guest. Suzanne had already checked in that afternoon. Suzanne was just 22, 5’8” tall with long blonde hair and wire-rimmed glasses: a new Purdue graduate student in theoretical physics, whose body begged for experimentation. She had dressed down for the flight to Chicago in sweatpants and hoodie, but Henry had advised her of the club’s requirements and promised to supply suitable accessories. After a quick dinner, she had showered and was in her panties when Henry knocked at her door. They hugged after he closed the door behind him, and he stepped back to admire her.
“Hello, my dear! You shall find tonight very educational, and I already find you most decorative!” Suzanne blushed at his attention, and retreated into the room to display herself better to him.
“I am glad to be here!” she gushed, and tried hard to contain her mounting excitement. “What have I gotten myself into now?” she thought to herself.
Henry had changed into his tuxedo in the room next door, where he had previously left his luggage, and brought a tote bag for her containing a pearl thong, white lace bra, white thigh-high stockings, bright red garter belt, and dark red wrist-length gloves. She had brought her own black patent flat shoes. Suzanne at first did not recognize the thong, mistaking it for a necklace, but he held it up for her between the fingers of both hands to show the configuration. She gulped, but remembered that she had promised to obey him for the evening. Again, he reminded her of the club’s dress code (men in black tie and ladies in lingerie) and cautioned her “Do not embarrass me by objecting to any wicked big-city phenomena you may encounter while under my protection tonight. I am among friends, and want you to join us. You shall come to no harm so long as you obey me. Remember, this is not Indiana!” She removed her panties and changed into the lingerie, carefully fitting the pearl thong to allow her to walk without irritation.
When Suzanne had finished with her gloves and shoes, Henry fastened a short emerald necklace around her neck and handed her two matching earrings. She wanted to protest, but he insisted on decorating his guest. “Be good now! Good girls go everywhere.” He helped with her raincoat (it would have to do), opened the common door to the adjoining room, and returned wearing his charcoal-grey topcoat, white scarf, and black fedora. He set the “do not disturb” signs on both doors and escorted her to the elevator. Suzanne was a bit surprised about the adjoining room, but followed orders and kept silent. She wished she had brought a better coat, looking a bit shabby next to Henry, but realized that she would not be in it for long. Walking slowly, she felt the thong work its way into her secret crevices. She could not avoid looking down at the lovely necklace, wondering what she had to do for it.
They crossed two streets to the Monadnock building, where they entered through the north door and proceeded to the elevator. Henry used his key to access the club’s subbasement level. Somehow, going down two stories in the elevator increased Suzanne’s apprehension, but Henry’s presence was comforting. When the elevator door opened, he assured her “What happens here, stays here, and again I guarantee no harm will come to you.”

 

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Underground adventures, part 2

As usual, Franz greeted them at the secret door, dressed formally in white tie and tailcoat. He was delighted to meet Suzanne, but when he escorted them to Carmen, the topless hatcheck girl, she seemed to be a bit peeved to see someone that young. Carmen wore a pure white G-string with an italic G in rhinestones, white heels, with her hair tied up with a white bow. Henry helped Suzanne with her raincoat, and the sassy Latina smirked at him when she took it to the cloakroom. He then handed his coat to her and gave her a love pat on the butt when she stood on the stool to put his hat on the shelf. Suzanne blushed, standing there in her undies while her escort played with the help, but she could not help but admire Carmen’s figure and perfect tan skin.
Franz quietly told Henry that all was ready concerning Connie and Helen, who had still not arrived, before escorting them to Henry’s usual table. There, the topless waitress Taylor greeted them, wearing only a very short red skirt (nothing underneath) and dark red shoes. After taking Henry’s order for champagne, she carefully leaned away from them to expose herself. Taylor, resplendent in her polished sable-black skin, was also competing for Henry’s attention, but Suzanne was too disoriented to notice. Although the table was in a private enclosure, she was still nervous about sitting around in lingerie and her fidgeting reacted with her thong.

After the eight club members and their guests were seated in their private booths, Franz stepped onstage into the spotlight to start the show. “Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we are pleased to add a new attraction, who comes here from an esoteric establishment in Kyoto, founded by samurai during the Tokugawa era. Please welcome Mlle. Genevieve to the stage!” Genevieve, aged 25, had just arrived from Japan: the only remnant of her Catholic girls’ school education was the western name she adopted for stage use. Self-confident and slightly tall for Japan at 5’5”, she had lustrous black hair (long and smooth above, natural below), slim hips and legs, C-cup natural breasts, and a round face with wide-open eyes directly out of a young ladies’ fashion magazine.
While the audio system played recorded traffic noises, Franz exited after Genevieve walked onstage prepared for road construction on a kinky street, carrying a “Slow/Stop” sign on a lightweight pole. She wore a tool belt (containing only a vibrator and some meter-long ropes), an orange safety vest fastened in front over her nude chest, a very short denim skirt, no panties, sweat socks in sneakers, and a sunhat over her hair. Greg followed, wearing a hard-hat, an unbuttoned blue short-sleeve shirt, tan pants, and work boots. The back of his shirt bore an orange rectangle with “END CONSTRUCTION” in black block letters.
At Greg’s signal, a large rattan hanging chair was lowered from an overhead chain hoist. Genevieve set down the pole and he held the chair as she daintily removed her shoes, socks, and hat. She shook out her hair before sliding the skirt slowly down her hips, exposing her carefully trimmed black triangle. She unfastened and removed the vest, retaining only the toolbelt. “Please have a seat, Gen-san”, Greg invited and she sat back in the chair. Using several short ropes from her toolbelt, he secured her to the chair by loops in her belt and then tied her ankles under the chair, bent knees apart. He bound her wrists together in front of her and placed the vibrator from the belt between her hands.
From backstage, Franz slowly hoisted the chair above centerstage; Greg stabilized the chair until he left her hanging in a spotlight. Since Helen and Connie are running late again, Genevieve started earlier than scripted.
She turned on the vibrator and applied it to her nipples. The spot focused down to between her breasts and thighs, and she shifted her legs to open herself to the audience’s view. Suzanne had never seen anything like this before, but kept her composure. Henry understood and did not provoke her: she would have enough surprises later. Genevieve, now with both nipples fully erect, started to tease herself, holding the vibrator inside her while stroking her clitoris with both thumbs. This activity continued above the now-silent stage as Franz entered the stage to introduce Judith.

“Honored members and lovely guests, you all know our star attraction, Mlle. Judith, who will now grace our stage. Your kind attention will be rewarded by detailed revelation of her beauty!” At stage left, there was a long table covered by a table cloth with a fruit bowl centerpiece. To a recorded Piazzola tango, Judith entered wearing a sundress, floppy hat, and strappy sandals. As would be revealed in due time, she wore a black thong and lacy bra under the dress. Below two wide shoulder straps, the back of the dress started just above her rear bra strap. The dress, with a large springtime floral design, was just short enough to expose her underpants when she bent over. She carried a large water sprinkling can, and proceeded to walk around the stage, making watering motions and bending over to show the thong buried in her crack.
A separate spot remained on Genevieve above, who continued to stimulate herself slowly and quietly during Judith’s act.
Judith set down the can and turned her back to the audience. She stretched her arms overhead, then reached behind her with her right hand to unsnap her bra. Turning back to face the audience, she crossed her arms to reach her shoulders and pulled the bra upwards out of the dress by the straps. She tossed the bra onto the table, and walked back and forth, lifting the skirt fore and aft to display her thong and its surroundings. Leaning back against the edge of the table, she unfastened her dress straps, but held the bib-front up with one hand as the first number ended.
As the second musical number, Cindy Lauper’s Girls just wanna have fun, started, Judith stood up and slowly lowered one side of the bib, exposing her right breast. She used her left hand to hold up the other side while she pulled out the right breast and held it in her right hand. She slid the hand forward to pinch the nipple between two fingers. When she dropped the left side, her other breast fell out into her left hand, and Judith pinched it as well. Turning her back on the audience again, holding both breasts, she leaned forwards, dropped her hat onto the table, and threw her head back to let her long hair fall down onto her smooth back. Turning 90 degrees, she showed her left breast in profile and held it out to its full length. Another 90 degree turn, and Judith faced the audience with the bib-front hanging down, and stretched both arms upwards, freeing her breasts. She reached behind her, slowly unzipped the dress, separated the waistband, and dropped the dress to her feet. Leaning back against the table edge, she kicked the dress forward. She picked up the watering can and slowly ran water from between her breasts down to her thong.
Judith untied the knots at each side of her thong and slowly pulled the wet front panel down past her womanhood and up behind her. She raised it above her head with her right hand, swung it around a few times, and tossed it backwards onto the table. Leaning back, Judith scooted onto the table, flat on her back, and spread her legs apart. She backed farther onto the table until her knees reached the edge, and bent her knees to lower her feet with her ankles far apart. Reaching over to the fruit bowl, she pulled out a plastic banana and licked it slowly. With her left hand, she pushed it into her mouth about two inches and slowly pulled it out. Judith reached down and inserted the banana, pushing it slowly in and out. She licked two fingers on her right hand, brought her hand down and fingered herself above the inserted fruit, increasing the speed while holding the banana still with her other hand. Leaving the banana inserted deeply, she brought her left hand to her right breast and fondled it. Fingering herself to climax, Judith expelled the banana onto the floor. After a few moments, she picked up the watering can and poured the remaining water on her crotch. She rose from the table, bowed to the audience, and exited the stage.
Meanwhile, half-way through Judith’s act, Helen and Connie arrived late, too late to dress for the conclusion of Genevieve’s act. Franz met them backstage: “Ladies, come into my office!” and sternly gave them the ultimatum from the committee meeting: submit or leave. Sheepishly, not wishing to lose their lucrative job, they agreed to the terms and changed into their costumes for the competition.
Genevieve continued to stimulate herself while enjoying a bird’s eye view of Judith’s act. After a signal from offstage, she continued with the vibrator on her breasts until she was past the point of caring, then applied it directly to her clitoris. Her climax built swiftly and she struggled against her restraints while moaning loudly. Franz lowered the hoist, and Greg returned to release her from the chair, helping her taking her hand. Genevieve kissed him deeply, bowed to the audience, and left the stage wearing only her toolbelt. Franz hoisted the chair out of the way.

 

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Underground adventures, part 3

Franz joined Greg onstage. They removed the table cover, revealing a simple stretching rack with fixed ankle clamps and two wrist cuffs on ropes from a ratcheting winch. Franz and Greg carried the cover backstage. Greg returned, wearing only a hospital gown, between Helen and Connie, who were now ready. Helen was dressed in white as a nurse, and the younger Connie as a candy-striper. Both outfits were unprofessionally short and low-cut.
“Up you go, big guy!” Helen took Greg’s gown as he climbed onto the rack. She then secured his ankles, while Connie attached the wrist cuffs and turned the winch to take up the slack. Helen carefully lifted Greg’s member, but did not stroke it.
Franz returned with a cart containing accessories (latex gloves, lotion, head covers) and a nautical hourglass on a floor stand. Helen placed Greg’s gown on the lower shelf of the cart, which Franz wheeled to the stage right. The hourglass went downstage at stage left, in front of the winch handles.
Franz then announced the contest rules. “Dear ladies, we encourage your participation in an exquisite competition. As you see, our defrocked athlete is now at your mercy. I know that you are eager to ease his misery. Each contestant will take a 30-second turn at his proud virile organ. Of course, it would not take long for an eager helper to reach his culmination. The winner of this competition, however, will be the lady before the contestant who completes Greg’s climax. For your anonymity onstage, we have provided these silken head covers.”
Taylor distributed the black silk hoods and latex gloves to the tables and invited the ladies onstage. At table two, the guest was far too scared and refused noisily. Taylor shrugged, left her to her master, and escorted the remaining seven hooded ladies onstage one-by-one. The house lights were dark, with each table illuminated only by a candle. Connie ran the hourglass, while Helen herded the ladies into their individual turns. After each inversion of the 30-second hourglass, Connie incremented the winch by one loud click. Helen also applied lotion when needed.
Of the seven ladies, Suzanne was third in line. Helen brought up the first contestant: “Ladies, start his engine! You first.” The first lady went immediately to Greg’s organ and stroked it between two fingers, quickly erecting it. She then teased the head with her index fingertip, strengthening his erection. Not wanting to give the prize away to the next lady, she slowed down, alternating between rubbing the side of one finger along the shaft and flicking another finger on the head. At the end of her turn, Greg was fully erect. Connie tightened the winch.
“Next!” The second lady started by idly flicking one of Greg’s nipples with her finger while grasping his shaft with the other hand. She increased the action on the nipple and observed the reaction. Again, she was careful not to complete the job. Again, Connie tightened the winch by another click, carefully monitoring Greg’s reaction.
“Your turn, sweetheart!” she called and Suzanne followed nervously. Hand jobs were by no means new to her, but she had never been in the situation of preventing orgasm, nor in front of others. By alternating between rapid action and long pauses, she kept him erect but dry. Another click of the winch.
And so it continued for the first round of seven. Connie stopped the winch when Greg seemed to be taut after four ratchetings. Without pause, Helen started the second round after the seventh lady. “Your turn, madame”, she called and the first lady repeated her alternation of rubbing one finger along the shaft with touching the end of the head with a finger of the other hand. Greg was now breathing heavily.
“Next!” The second lady was determined, and went back to Greg’s nipples. She then used two fingers on one hand to stroke his organ, carefully watching for his body to tighten. Sensing only a few seconds left, she diabolically gave him three short strokes, then left him primed and ready for Suzanne.
“Step right up, my dear” Suzanne had just grasped his shaft when Greg yelled a warning and suddenly exploded. Suzanne jumped back, avoiding the gusher, and Franz declared the winner.
Connie and Helen released Greg from the rack, and the three quickly left the stage. Genevieve, wearing only her short skirt, entered and gave a jewelry box to Franz. The winner gasped at the valuable prize, and Suzanne blushed to see how she had been played by the more experienced woman.

Judith, wearing only her sundress and shoes, joined Henry and Suzanne at their table, bringing a wet cloth, towel, and bag. Henry was secretly happy that Suzanne had lost, since the winner’s escort pays for the expensive prize. He complimented her for being a good sport, and helped her remove her latex glove, dropping it into a bag, and assisted her in cleaning her hand. He kissed her hand after he dropped the towel into the bag. Judith took the bag away as Suzanne went back to her seat and sat in silence. Henry continued to stand, waiting for his summons, but did not tell Suzanne why. Meanwhile, Franz removed the hourglass and cart from the stage.

 

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Underground adventures, part 5

Genevieve, now wearing her shoes, the safety vest open in front, her short skirt, but no underwear, escorted Helen and Connie back onto the stage. They were nude and separately handcuffed. Franz read the decision of the committee from a formal-looking paper, and they orally re-affirmed their submission. Judith came onstage in her sundress and opened an attaché case. She blindfolded the two victims with gauze pads, securing the pads with bandages around their heads while they stood nude in front of her. Greg, now wearing cutoff jeans, brought in the punitive apparatus.
The apparatus had been made simply from standard dimensions of oak lumber. The central piece was a 5-foot long “pony” beam, ¾” wide by 5-1/2” high, with plastic wrapped over the top edge. In use, it balanced precariously, held off the floor by ¾” dowels weakly attached to the beam’s bottom edge with double-sided tape. Greg set the beam on the dowels and added temporary braces to hold it up. For each end he had a knee “rest” (not very comfortable) featuring a ½” wide by 1” high beam screwed to a base plate. The only modern feature was a pair of drop shelves, each activated by a simple battery-powered latch triggered by the collapse of the rods under the beam. Each hinged shelf was only 4” deep, mounted on a stand with overhead rod and pulleys to drop weights to pull against an external load.
Genevieve held Connie by her cuffs while Judith carefully made Helen kneel on the contraption with her cuffed hands resting on her legs. While Helen precariously balanced herself on her toes and knees, trying to keep her weight off the beam, Genevieve and Judith carefully put Connie back-to-back with Helen on the apparatus, spreading her feet apart to clear Helen’s. They placed a small plastic pad between the backs of their heads, inserted ball gags into their mouths, and held their heads together by tying the gag straps to each other. With the victims sitting uncomfortably on their crotch beam, Greg raised their knees and added the knee rests (with a temporary “comfort plate” against the narrow beam) under them, increasing their distress somewhat, while Genevieve and Judith held them in place. After clamping the victims’ nipples, they ran a short cord from each clamp to one of the weights sitting on the drop shelf facing that victim. Franz and Greg removed the comfort plate from the knee boards, leaving the victims’ knees resting on the narrow beam, carefully removed the safety braces from the pony beam, and armed the shelf-drop mechanism. Franz and Greg remained onstage as the others exited.

Helen and Connie held themselves rigid on the apparatus, shifting their weight to minimize the total distress from the pony beam and the knee rests. Franz told them to wait for their real punishment to start. “Remain still, don’t complain, and face the consequences in the appointed time!”
Henry had not informed Suzanne when they arrived that he would be participating in their punishment. He whispered to her that she must remain silent during the next activity and follow his orders explicitly. When Franz summoned the gentlemen to prepare, Henry silently stood in front of Suzanne and began to undress. He cleared his throat to grab her attention, indicating that he needed her assistance. Suzanne was not expecting Henry to take part in the activity, and was a little put off by his inclusion. However, as his pledged paramour for tonight, she had no choice but to oblige his request.
She stood and helped Henry off with his tuxedo jacket, hanging it carefully on the back of the chair. He undid the studs of his formal shirt. When Henry had reached the waist, he looked at her as she hesitated once again, and grew a little impatient. He bent close to her ear and whispered harshly, "Finish undressing me. Now!"
"Y-y-yes, sir!" Suzanne faltered.
Bending over, she quickly undid the waistband of his pants and bent to untie his shoes, removing them along with his socks. Suzanne stood, removed his tuxedo pants, and placed them carefully on his chair.
Henry stood there in only his underwear and unbuttoned shirt. He looked again at Suzanne, pointed down, and lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow as she hesitated for a moment before she reached up and slid his silk boxers down his legs, helped him step out of them, folded them, and carefully placed them on top of his pants.
"There's a good girl, Suzanne. Now, kiss the tip of my member for good luck and true aim, then hand me the hood." Henry stood still as Suzanne bent and placed a kiss on the tip of his member, noting that it was already semi-erect and twitched when her lips touched it. Henry chuckled when he saw her reaction, but didn't have time for more. He slid the hood on his head and walked on-stage with the other men who were already assembled, preparing themselves for their part in the ritual punishment. At Henry’s direction, Suzanne put her privacy hood back on and sat back down before he left for the stage.
Now, Franz summoned the gentlemen to the stage: The eight hooded almost-nude men silently filed onstage, two on each side of the two victims, for group-bukkake. Henry stood in front of Connie, with his back to the tables and Suzanne, and began preparing himself as one of the other men on the other side let his load go promptly against Connie's head. She tried not to flinch, but barely managed it. Helen got the next load and the one after that, but remained motionless. Connie received another, jerked in response, but did not quite cause the beam to fall off its support. Helen received a third load, shook her head, but did not move her body.
Henry was now ready and he unloaded on Connie's face. She flinched, then jerked, causing the beam to fall from its perch, which triggered the Rube Goldberg device. The four weights fell, pulling against the clamps inducing muffled screams behind the gags. The victims’ tremors excited the remaining two strokers, who climaxed simultaneously into their hair. The eight gentlemen then bowed to each other and filed off the stage toward their respective tables. The house lights remained down to preserve anonymity of the ladies. Taylor and Carmen escorted the gentlemen individually to their tables, and brought each a towel.
Franz and Greg gently removed the nipple clamps and unfastened the gags. They raised each victim to her feet to remove the gags and handcuffs. Genevieve brought out two short robes and helped Connie and Helen into them for recovery. As required, they kissed the two men before they slowly limped offstage, helped by the two men before they returned to carry the contraption pieces backstage.

As the stage lights dimmed, Henry went back to his table and cleaned his hand with the towel. Suzanne sat in stunned silence as Henry pulled off the hood, tossing it onto the table in front of her. He reached for his boxers, then his socks, and stepped into his pants and shoes. He picked up his shirt studs, buttoned his shirt, and then slipped on his jacket.
The stage lights came back on and Henry was once again seated on Suzanne's right. She hadn't spoken and Henry thought she must still be in shock from witnessing the public punishment. He reached out to touch her hand and she jumped, snatching it away from his touch as if burned. In deference to her novice status, he did not press the issue. He poured two fresh glasses of champagne, and she silently joined him in sipping.
Judith stopped by their table to chat, still in her sundress and shoes. Henry introduced her to Suzanne, not mentioning Suzanne’s name. She had now recovered somewhat from her shock and complimented Judith on her performance. In turn, Judith complimented Suzanne on her composure and grace. After she left, Henry and Suzanne finished their champagne and prepared to leave. Again, Henry reached out and this time she accepted his hand, but turned her face away from him. He helped her to her feet as Taylor arrived to announce their turn to leave. She escorted them back to the cloakroom, where Carmen helped them with their coats. While Henry assisted Suzanne into her raincoat, Carmen nuzzled Taylor behind his back.

 

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Underground adventures, part 6

Back on the street, they walked back to the hotel side by side. In the hotel elevator, Suzanne finally spoke to him. “That was an incredible evening—I never expected to witness anything like that. I’m terribly sorry for acting shocked: you had warned be before and you kept your promise to keep me safe. I felt bad about the two girls, but I’m sure they deserved it.” Just before the elevator reached their floor, he kissed her and wiped away a starting tear. Henry led her to her door, and they entered. The door to the adjoining room was still open: he quickly stepped into the other room to leave his coat and hat.
Returning, he helped her with her raincoat and bid her turn around for his inspection. “Is your thong uncomfortable?” “Only when I walk.” “Very well, you may remove it.”
She stood there in her lacy bra, which she removed on his gesture. Wearing only her shoes, hose, and glasses, she geometrically personified academic beauty. (“Euclid alone has looked at Beauty bare.”–Millay) “Come here and help me with my clothes,” he ordered. She walked to him, removed his jacket and neatly hung it on a chair back. His trousers went to the chair seat. She was not familiar with dress-shirt studs, but she nimbly undid them and carefully put them on the dresser, removing his shirt and setting it over the jacket. He stood there in his shorts and slipped out of his shoes. She bent over to remove his socks, straightened up halfway to reach his shorts, then knelt down removing his shorts, leaving her head at the critical altitude.

“Let us conclude the evening as friends,” he said softly, and pushed his hips forward. She responded by licking the tip, raising her eyes as he held the back of her head. He reached under her arms to raise her to her feet. “Kindly remove your shoes and hose,” he demanded, and she sat back against the bed and complied. When she stood, they faced each other wearing only their glasses. “All the better to see you with, my dear!” he leered. “Wait a moment, I’ll be right back.” Henry took his clothes from the chair, picked up his studs from the dresser, and walked next door. He came back with another tote bag, and spread the contents on the bed. She had expected something like this, and ran her eyes over the display. He smiled, pulled the armchair into the middle of the floor, and set a sofa pillow behind the chair back. “Are you willing to continue at my discretion?” he asked, and she nodded solemnly. He had her kneel on the pillow with her legs under the chair and demanded “Give me your hands”. She reached behind, and he fastened comfortable fleece-lined cuffs on her wrists. Simply, he attached the cuffs to each other with a snap link, and ran a cord to the chair arms, pulling her against the chair back. Henry fastened matching cuffs to her ankles, and secured each cuff to a chair leg. He took a man’s belt from the bed and fastened it around her waist and the center panel of the chair back.
“You are fixed now!” he said literally, “Please relax and allow me to remove your glasses.” Henry set them on the dresser and walked to her. “I am not totally drained from earlier this evening. If you do me well, you will tame me for a few hours,” he said as he held his member to Suzanne’s lips. He pressed, and she slowly opened to admit him. He knelt on the chair seat beside her legs, held himself up by his arms atop the chair back behind her head, and pushed inside. She closed her myopic eyes as he slowly stroked in and out. She struggled the first time he reached his full depth, but began to accept it after a few strokes. A few more slow strokes, and he held it deep until he sensed she would gag, then quickly retreated. He pulled out to allow her a few unencumbered breaths, then allowed her to lick him. Very moist, he pushed back in and accelerated his motion until he came fully in her mouth.
After he pulled out, she gasped but had no choice but to swallow the load. He dismounted the chair and went for two wet washcloths and a glass of water. He carefully cleaned her face, used the other cloth to wash off his member, and gave her a sip of water. “You OK?” he asked. She nodded and he gave her another sip of water, followed by a longer drink.

“Stay put and I’ll get you something,” he said as she remained bound and he went to the minibar. He came back with a small bottle of Cognac, poured it into a glass, and raised it to her lips. She sipped slowly, and he gave her another drink of water.
“Oh, my liege,” she whimpered, “I have tried so hard to be good to you, would you please grant me a boon and bring me closure?” “Of course my dear: as I told you before, good girls go everywhere, therefore it follows logically that they should come everywhere.”
After clearing the bed, Henry unbuckled the waist belt, unfastened the ankle cuffs, untied her wrist cuffs from the chair, and helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed with her cuffs still linked behind her, set a pillow down to elevate her back, and made her lie down with her back elevated to remove weight from her wrists. He pulled her legs fully apart and ran a cord from each ankle cuff to a bedpost.
Pulling an ottoman to the foot of the bed, he knelt, leaned forward, and started to fondle her nipples. Suzanne had been waiting for pleasure, and responded quickly: her nipples extended fully. He continued to touch and pinch them gently, then he leaned forward and applied his tongue. By now, Suzanne was quite moist. He carefully spread her apart with two fingers and probed with the other hand to verify her excitement.

Henry removed his own glasses and lowered his mouth to her love canal. His hands returned to her breasts as his tongue sought out Suzanne’s sweet spot. He licked it slowly while fondling her nipples until he felt her hip muscles clench. Shifting into higher speed, he drove her over the edge while forcing her hips back onto the bed with pressure from his face. After her twinges subsided, Henry evoked a few quick reactions by single tongue-flicks, then relaxed his tongue and savored the aroma until he slid his hands back down the side of her body and pushed himself up for air.
To prevent post-orgasmic cramping, he quickly unbuckled her ankles and helped her sit up. He then unsnapped the wrist cuffs, and Suzanne shook out her arms. Henry laid her down again with her arms and legs outstretched and kissed her deeply, sharing her own juices with her. Suddenly fatigued after the long night, he lied down next to her and held her hand. She turned on her side to face him, and kissed him softly. After a few minutes of silence, they rose from the bed and Henry unbuckled the wrist cuffs. They separately used the toilet, then shared a long warm sudsy shower. Now fully exhausted, they collapsed on the bed next to each other holding hands.