Underground: stocks and bonds

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Underground yet again: stocks and bonds

On a pleasant late-winter evening in St Louis, Henry arrived on the Texas Eagle and checked into the Chase Park Plaza hotel for the annual conference of the Society of Electron and Atomic Physics. The next evening, after the first day’s sessions, he went to the reception in quest of nooky. ‘Bloody typical for this millennium,’ he thought, ‘I find myself the best-dressed male here, but it’s good to see that the female contingent is starting to dress properly. Everybody was in blue jeans in my student days. Now, it’s just the lads.’ After exchanging glances with several ladies whom he had met at previous meetings, most engaged in conversations with others, he noticed a possible target: a female graduate student, standing by herself (apparently shy at her first scientific conference) who was dressed carefully in a sleeveless dark green dress that did not obscure her shape but was appropriately modest for a serious occasion. He recognized her from a late-morning paper presentation: “Hello! I’m Henry from Chicago.” “Erika—pleased to meet you.” “Of course. I heard your paper this morning on anomalous chemical bonds. Most interesting!” She blushed and extended her hand for a handshake. With old-school courtesy, he bowed and kissed two fingers delicately. This increased the incandescence of her blush, which complemented her beauty: tall, with Scandinavian genes, short blonde hair, an athletic body, and intelligent blue eyes. “Your nametag reminds me that you are studying at the University of Nebraska. I’m retired from the private sector in Chicago.” “It must be nice to be in the big city” she replied. “I’ve been out in the plains all my life. I could tell you were urban from the well-tailored suit.” “I should welcome you to the Big Ten, although my mathematical training does not admit twelve as the cardinal number. My alma mater helped found that organization, but outgrew it long before the arithmetic failed.” (He noticed that she seemed to follow his obscure references—‘Good, so far!’ he thought, ‘and nice tits!’)

After a few comments to show that he had, in fact, paid attention to her paper, he invited her to dinner to continue their discussion. A few blocks away, at a quiet French restaurant near Forest Park, he mentioned his extensive foreign travels, then shifted the conversation to her. “I must confess that, except for Omaha and North Platte, I have neglected Nebraska in my travels. Amtrak crosses the state in the wee small hours in both directions, but I did catch a spectacular Midwestern thunderstorm from the dome car one summer night. What do you do in Lincoln when not studying?” he asked. “Lincoln is not so dull as you may think,” she replied. “Although some of us may be rural locals, growing up in farm country leaves us with few illusions about the natural world. Living near livestock is good preparation for understanding human society. And, the student ghetto in Lincoln is rather depraved.” Henry listened patiently, flattering her with his quiet attention.

Two glasses into dinner, he started again: “So, ‘anomalous bonds’—how does that relate to other forms of bondage?” She did not answer immediately, but neither did she flinch at the question. “Covalent bonds result from sharing electrons—would that be considered ‘power exchange’?” she replied quietly, after considering his question carefully. “This is going well”, he thought, and continued with a description of an artistic shibari session he had witnessed in Tokyo a few years earlier. He pushed the analogy further by describing the symmetric and asymmetric rope ties as reminiscent of quantum-mechanical orbitals. By this time, they both had the presence of mind to recognize their descent into absurdity, but they also had drunk enough wine to giggle about it. Henry again raised her hand and kissed it, not quite so delicately as before. She set down her silverware and shifted closer to him. Not pressing his suit too early, he contented himself with a kiss on her cheek, as she dropped one shoe and rubbed his lower leg with her toes.

He walked her back to her hotel, promising to meet her the next day at the end of the conference. That night, she joined him in his deluxe hotel room, and he gently made love to her without initiating anything frightening. She found it easy to acquiesce, since he was so polite and never pressed her hard. He found her easy.

A month later, she visited the University of Chicago for a day to attend a seminar, and Henry treated her to dinner downtown before she flew back to Lincoln. After a few drinks, he steered their conversation again to bondage, and Henry found that Erica did have some experience and more interest. She had not yet decided between roles, and considered herself a switch. Before she left Chicago, she had accepted an invitation to his infamous club for spring break. He sent her a first-class round trip ticket on the Zephyr between Lincoln and Chicago.

On Friday afternoon, after checking into the fancy Marriott on Adams St, he opened his suitcase, unpacked his tuxedo to hang out, and walked over to Union Station to meet Erica’s incoming train. It was a pleasant day, so they made the short walk back to the hotel and he escorted her up to his luxury suite. He had informed her of the club’s dress code when he invited her, and she had prepared a suitable ensemble. Henry sat down in the comfy chair. At his request, she slowly removed her travel clothes, carried them to the closet, returned nude, and carefully unpacked the evening’s wear. When she bent over to open her suitcase, Henry had to suppress a sigh of pleasure. She had brought the following:
• Baby blue frilly brassiere.
• Matching baby blue thong.
• Navy blue knee socks.
• Black patent-leather Mary Jane shoes.
• Dark blue velvet ribbon necklace with cameo closure.
• Navy blue opera-length gloves.

Standing naked before him, she held out first the bra, and then the thong, in front of her for his approval. At his nod, Erica then carefully arranged all the items on the bed. He used the facilities first, then waited politely for her to shower after her twelve hour train trip. During her shower, he unpacked a small zipper case from his suitcase, along with his tuxedo accessories, dress shoes, and travel kit. He ordered a light dinner and champagne from room service, and closed the door between the parlor and bedroom before the waiter arrived.

Henry sat back in the chair, pleased with his choice, and calibrated his new initiate. ‘Not overly nervous, definitely consenting. A bit more anxiety in the young lady would have been exciting, however,’ he thought as she came out of the bathroom butt-naked (except for a towel around her hair), glowing from her shower. She walked boldly over to him, held the towel behind her head, and kissed him deeply. He helped her into his lap, where she noticed activity under his summer-weight wool trousers, and kissed her back.

The waiter buzzed and Henry left the bedroom to admit him. They set up dinner on the parlor table; Henry tipped him and set the do-not-disturb sign. He removed his suit jacket and tie, and walked into the bedroom to announce dinner. Her short hair had dried quickly (both sets) and she remained nude at the table, placing the towel on the seat before he did his chivalrous duty with her chair. She indulged in a bit of footsie as he stood to pour champagne. ‘So far, so good,’ he thought as he seated himself and they started on the asparagus.

After dinner, he allowed her to assist him into his tuxedo, fastening the studs for him. She put her scanty things on for the evening, and he helped her into the trench coat that she would wear over to the Monadnock building. With the coat, knee socks, and Mary Janes, she was street-legal for the short stroll through the Loop, down Adams to Dearborn to Jackson. He put on his own raincoat and hat, and remembered to pick up the small case before they left the room. They arrived at the north entrance at a fashionable time and took the private elevator down to the club.

 

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Stocks and bonds, part 2

Inside the heavy front door of the club, Franz, the maître d’hôte, greeted his long-time member and his guest with his usual old-world charm. “A fine decoration for our establishment!” he exclaimed, looking up at her chin from his short stature. “Such a lovely example of good Nordic stock!”

Carmen, the Latina coat-check girl, came out to help them. Topless (per her job description), she wore only a dark purple thong and matching heels. Erica blushed again when Carmen removed her coat, revealing most of her body. Carmen tried on Henry’s fedora as she hung their coats. “A little loose on my head,” she joked, “I’m not as educated as you! Maybe your erudition will rub off through my hair.” He patted her butt in response, while Erica seemed to grow impatient. “In good time, my dear,” he told her as Taylor, the black waitress, came to show them to their private table. Tonight, her topless costume was an ivory satin G-string and white boots that set off her own polished-ebony skin. “You continually amaze me, Henry!” she whispered as Erica preceded them through the door to the table, “where do you find them?”

They sat down at the table, and Taylor brought them champagne. Erica arranged herself to maximum effect in her chair, and Taylor had to smile at the sight. Henry was a bit distracted by the contrast between the three lovelies, but quickly turned his attention back to Erica as they clinked glasses. While the rest of the audience arrived at their tables, Henry opened the small case and took out surprises for her. “Now, present your hands,” he commanded, and buckled a fleece-lined dark blue leather cuff around each wrist. “Next, your ankles onto my lap,” he continued, and buckled a matching cuff onto each ankle over her knee-sock. Each of the four cuffs had a small D-ring, and he rotated the cuffs so that each ring faced inwards, before cinching the buckles. “Are any too tight?” he asked kindly, and raised his glass to her again. She was not expecting this, but bravely accepted this as part of the evening and responded with her glass. He placed the small case (containing snaps and short straps) at the front of the table for future reference. Taylor came by to check that all guests were seated, and smirked when she saw the open case.

The house lights dimmed and Franz entered the stage. “Mesdames et messieurs, welcome back to our cozy den of iniquity! We have installed an interesting array of fixtures for our performers tonight, which they may or may not enjoy.” Three spots turned on in sequence, illuminating the props one by one.

The kneeling stocks. Two crossbeams, the higher beam supported by two vertical posts at an adjustable height, and the lower beam mounted directly above the base platform. The higher crossbeam had three semicircular cutouts for wrists and neck, with a matching section that slid down through grooves on the posts and secured to the crossbeam by straps around the two pieces. The lower crossbeam’s six equal semicircular cutouts could hold two ankles at different spacings, with a matching section that slid onto the lower crossbeam through grooves in shorter vertical posts, again secured with pair of straps. Between the two sets of beams, there was a kneeling pad secured to the platform with Velcro. The lower crossbeam’s altitude allowed the victim’s toes to clear the platform. At the start, both sliding sections were removed from their posts, and the higher beam was set at three feet above the base.

The whipping post. A simple vertical column, about a foot in diameter and seven feet high, on a heavy plywood base four feet square. The column was braced to the base with four triangular gussets, each about two feet high. Three lines of eyebolts protruded from the column at the back and sides (none on the front), and the two gussets at the left and right sides had drilled holes near their edges—all to allow ropes or straps to secure the victim. Already, a dozen short ropes were tied to various eyebolts, awaiting the chosen one.

The St Andrews’ cross. Although the apostle’s feast day was more than six months later, the canonical X-shaped cross is always useful. This one mounted on another heavy plywood base, and was braced from the rear to lean back at about ten degrees from vertical. Each of the two cross-beams was made from a two-by-eight, with two rows of through holes about four inches apart for another dozen short ropes. The beams were mortised together at the joint, secured by heavy carriage screws.

Alongside the instruments of martyrdom, an open wicker hamper and a plain wooden chair sat next to a table covered with ropes, straps, and other paraphernalia. Franz introduced the first act. “We start with our feature dancer, the lovely Judith, who may not know yet what she will encounter tonight.”

To a slow waltz, Judith entered confidently, wearing a black fedora and a double-breasted navy-blue pea coat over long pale legs shod in knee-high black leather boots. Franz bowed formally to her, and left the stage. Facing the audience, she unbuttoned the coat, but held it closed. Turning around, she slowly slipped the coat off her shoulders, down to her shoulder blades. With her back still to the audience, she opened the coat, slowly removed her arms, dropped the coat to the floor, and turned to face the audience, wearing a white sleeveless top with an unbuttoned collar and a loosened red necktie. A pair of very short dark-red satin boxers was just visible below her blouse. She loosened her tie further, and started to unbutton the blouse very slowly, revealing a matching dark-red lacy bra. With her right hand, she slid the left shoulder of her blouse down to bra level, and repeated with her left hand and right shoulder, leaving the tie around her neck. She slowly removed her arms from the blouse, lowered it to her hips, and tied it around her waist above the shorts.

At their table, Henry was staring at the dance routine, and Erica started to fidget. She tried to regain his attention with knee-sock-covered footsie, and then slid closer to him and blew in his ear. He smiled, stroked her cheek, but quickly pulled two snaps out of the zipper case, ducked under the table, and connected her ankle cuffs to rings in the table base. “Be calm, my dear. I mean you no harm, but both you and the cast are here for my entertainment.”

Continuing on stage, Judith slid her left bra strap off the shoulder, lowering the cup slightly to show a bit of areola but no nipple yet. Similarly, she slid the right strap with her left hand, and held the bra cups in front of her. With her right hand, she lifted her hat, swept it down across her body, and tossed it over to the table. Still holding the cups with her left hand, she threw her long hair forward as she bowed and undid the clasp behind her with her other hand. She let the straps fall, revealing more of her right breast while still holding the cup to the left breast. Straightening up, she threw her hair back and let go of the bra, which still hung from her left breast. Leaning forward, she untied the necktie with both hands, allowing the bra fell to the floor, and dropped the tie onto the bra. Straightening up again, she covered her breasts with her hands, then slowly revealed them, showing her nipples between fingers, until she pulled her hands sideways to expose them completely. She untied the blouse from around her waist, leaned forward to pick up the bra and necktie, then tossed all three items to the hamper. The bra missed the target, so she went to pick it up, and tossed the coat offstage. Replacing the hat on her head, she walked back to centerstage and pulled the brim down.

Now, Erica found herself interested in the stage action. Henry was holding one of her hands, but she looked away from him and gazed at the lovely nudity on display, reminded that “Euclid alone looked on beauty bare.”

The music changed to an up-tempo jazz ballad. Standing in her spotlight, Judith lowered her hands inside her shorts and slid them down slowly, pausing every few inches, until the waistband was just below her butt. Turning away from the audience, she leaned forward, bending at the waist, showing her butt and the skimpy rear strap of her G-string. Keeping her knees together, she slid the shorts down to the top of her boots. She knelt down with her butt in the air and forehead to the floor, then continued to slide the shorts down to her ankles. Standing up, she stepped out of her shorts one foot at a time. With her right toe, she kicked the shorts over to the hamper, successfully, to audience applause. Henry and Erica looked at each other as they joined the applause for the successful kick.

Stepping forward to the stage apron, wearing her hat, shiny black G-string, and leather boots, Judith planted her feet comfortably apart, raised her hands directly up over her head, and undulated her upper body, while swinging her hips to the music. At a break in the music, she paused the undulation and did a few traditional bumps-and-grinds with her arms stretched horizontally, then raised them again to swing her hips. Placing her hands on the G-string waistband, she lowered it half-way down her hips. She undid the snap on the right side, and rubbed the front of the G-string against herself. After undoing the left snap, she held the front and rear waistband sections and pulled the G-string through her crotch from front to rear, then held it above her head with her right hand. From there, she tossed it with a flick of her wrist into the hamper, to more applause.

Judith walked slowly over to the chair, sat down primly with her knees together, and raised her left boot. She unzipped it with her right hand, removed it, and set it down beside the chair. She repeated the process with her left hand and right boot, leaving it on the other side of the chair. Planting her feet together on the floor in front of the chair, she opened her knees, then slid her feet apart. She lifted both ankles with her hands, spreading her legs wide to display herself in the spotlight. She stood up and bowed to the audience, acknowledging the applause.

 

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Stocks and bonds, part 3

Erica had seen her share of naked women, including some as good-looking as herself, but never such a brazen display of naughty bits. She noticed Henry’s physical symptoms of excitement, and felt the tell-tale symptoms of her own arousal. She attempted to look down surreptitiously to see if there was any visible dampness on her baby-blue thong—why had she chosen such a light color? Erica squirmed, trying to hide her embarrassment, and smiled at Henry.

Helen and Connie, the deviant duo, came onstage. Helen, dressed as Nurse Ratched, gave Judith her hand and escorted her over to the kneeling stocks. Connie followed, in her candy-striper costume. Connie removed Judith’s hat, while Helen guided Judith’s neck and wrists into the higher beam. Connie ensured that the cushion was in the right location as Judith kneeled face-down with her feet towards the audience. Connie placed her ankles in the most widely separated holes in the lower beam, slid the mating section into place, and strapped it down. With Judith comfortably kneeling, Helen fastened the cover onto the upper beam and strapped it, trapping Judith in a very exposed configuration, with all of her nether bits on display. Each gave Judith a quick love-spank, and exited the darkened stage with a spotlight on the victim.

Greg, the disgraced athlete, sauntered onstage, dressed very casually in a short-sleeved plaid shirt, sweatpants, and loafers. Acting surprised to see Judith in her predicament, he walked over to her and started to fondle her butt. Carefully, he probed her with an index finger, sliding it between her cheeks and down her inner thighs, while Judith remained silent. He sniffed the finger and unfastened his pants. Before he could step out of them, Helen and Connie had silently crept up behind him, still in their uniforms but barefoot, and snapped handcuffs on his wrists behind his back.

With his ankles tangled in the sweatpants, they dragged Greg back to the St Andrew’s cross. Helen held his cuffs, while Connie removed his pants and fastened his ankles to the bottom of the crossbeams. They worked together to fasten his wrists, Connie holding the cuffs while Helen tied the wrists with ropes pre-positioned on the beams. They unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his athletic chest, but could not remove it with his hands secured above. The shoes were easy to remove, and they used a scissors from the table to cut off his jockstrap, exposing the glory of his manhood. His little friend popped up promptly, with a little help from two of Connie’s fingers.

Henry was not paying much attention to Greg, but Erica decided to spite him by staring. The onstage activity that followed definitely piqued her interest.

Genevieve, the Japanese artiste, entered in a flowered pink yukata (informal kimono), clopping daintily in low geta (traditional shoes) without socks. As Connie and Helen returned to Judith, she went to the table for short ropes, and proceeded to complete the lashing of Greg’s limbs to the crossbeams, using the arrays of holes. With Greg now thoroughly immobilized, she worked on the problem of lacing his chest with a shirt in the way. She lifted the shirt up, bunching it behind his shoulders (above the crossjoint), and began to rope his upper chest, encircling him with a long rope. She ran the two ends of the rope along his chest to his armpits, then each end around a shoulder (holding up the bunched shirt), knotted each end under an armpit, and pulled the ends up to tie them to end loops in ropes already hanging down. Greg moaned softly when she paused to tease his nipples with the tips of her little fingers.

Back to business: She ran another long rope behind his neck, down his chest (crossing just below his throat) and tied it to the center of the first rope. Continuing from that knot, she pulled the ends away from center, around his back (quick overhand knot in the back) and around to his chest (below his nipples) and tied the ends into another knot. From there, she pulled the remaining ends straight up and to the first knot. The next rope started from the small knot behind his back and went in front, just above his nipples. Genevieve took the two ropes, twisted them twice on each side of the knot to form a loop around each nipple, and used four short pieces of twine (on both sides of each nipple) to hold the loops together. Another rope from the lower knot went straight down, ran on either side of his scrotum, and up his back to the small knot, between Greg and the crossbeams. She elicited further moans by flicking each of his framed nipples with her tongue, stepped back to admire her handiwork, and gently stroked the underside of his erect organ with an index finger.

“Henry,” Erica whispered, “can you please release me to use the little girls’ room?” “Certainly, my dear.” He pressed the button for the waitress and ducked under the table to release the snaps. Taylor opened the rear door to the booth and gave her hand to Erica. She turned to Henry and smirked again, noticing the cuffs, then led Erica to the facilities. When they met Carmen, the two incorrigible staff members could not resist a quick feel as Erica went into the lavatory. They whispered comparisons between her and Henry’s earlier guests while the door was closed. Erica checked her panty first to see if her moisture worries were true, and was glad to see that there was no external sign. She did her business quickly, cleaned herself, and went back out. She smiled shyly at the two girls, and was so bold as to quickly flick Taylor’s right breast from below before going back to her table. When Taylor returned to her station, she repeated the action with Carmen, and they both giggled.

Onstage, Helen and Connie were now standing on either side of the kneeling stocks, smiling at their prisoner, while Genevieve completed her ropework. In recent shows at the club, they had been the victims and were eager for the opposite role. Franz had given them leave to improvise, so they gently teased the trapped Judith while Genevieve finished. Connie, the shorter of the pair, sat down on the platform in front of Judith’s head and reached underneath to fondle her nipples. Helen stood between Judith and the audience, lubricated a silicone probe, and inserted it slowly. “You always thought I was a pain in the ass,” she cooed to her victim. Judith whimpered, while Connie comforted her, stroking her face with one hand and pinching a breast with the other. “Turnabout, you know,” she taunted.

After she completed the last knot, Genevieve slowly removed her costume in full view of the spider-webbed Greg. She removed her obi, tossed it into the hamper, and undid one of the waist sashes. She tied a knot in the middle of the sash and gagged Greg with it. She withdrew her hands from the sleeves, extracting some surprises from the deep sleeve pockets. These were diabolical Japanese clover clamps, which she knew already to be the appropriate size for Greg’s nipples. Before undoing the second sash, she went up to him and applied the clamps carefully; Greg winced but remained silent. She undid the second sash, holding it while she opened the front of her yukata. She did not wear the traditional susoyoke undergarment, merely a modern thong and bra from Victoria’s Secret. With the open yukata hanging from her shoulders, she tied up Greg’s cock and balls with the second sash. Respecting her silken garment, she removed it carefully and draped it over the back of the chair. Now standing in front of Greg in her scanties, she slipped out of her geta and stood barefoot with her hands at the level of his organ.

Tucked into the back of her waistband was a short length of bamboo tube, cut to a length that she remembered was slightly shorter than his erect member. Untying the sash from his cock, she found that she needed to stimulate Greg a bit for full length before slipping the tube over his shaft. Removing her bra in front of his face also helped him to grow. She tied four short lengths of hemp twine around his shaft just below the head, fed the strings through small holes in the tube walls, and secured them with neat bows to keep him extended. She re-tied the sash to hold the tube against his scrotum. All this time, her hair had been worn up, pinned by two lacquered chopsticks. Genevieve pulled them out to let her hair down, held one with her teeth, and started touching the very end of his dick with the other chopstick.

Genevieve walked over to the table, left her bra and one chopstick there, and picked up a small water pistol and some toys. She amused herself by squirting Greg, aiming at his meatus from almost point-blank range. He felt a slight sting, since she had loaded the pistol with cheap vodka, but remained silent under his gag. Setting down her weapon, Genevieve untied his gag and heard him mutter something that sounded like “uppity bitch”. “Oh yeah? Try this on!” she spat back, pulling Greg’s tongue out with one hand to clamp a bulldog clip on it with the other hand, then inserting a chopstick through the spring across his mouth. She went back to the tube, tickled the very end of his dick with her tongue to get a full erection, then forced latex caulk (‘Nice word,’ she thought) from a squeeze tube into the bamboo around his shaft, while rubbing the head with a finger to keep him aroused. “We’ll get back to you later with a dull knife,” she promised.

Backing away, Genevieve untied her thong and threw it in his face. With her back to the audience, she put one hand on a breast and the other in her crotch to tease him. While she played with herself, Connie and Helen stealthily circled behind her, and found it easy to grab the smaller woman. They dragged her over to the whipping post, and quickly secured Genevieve to the pole, facing the audience, with her wrists lashed together above her and her ankles tied apart to opposite sides of the pole. Connie went back to play with Judith, while Helen picked up a glass dildo from the table and started to rub it against Genevieve’s nipples to warm it up. Helen forced her to suck the dildo while she checked Genevieve for moistness, and when she started to detect it, she inserted the dildo several times, stroking very slowly, and then put it back in Genevieve’s mouth. Helen removed the dildo, replaced it with a ball gag, pinched her left nipple hard, re-inserted the dildo back where it belonged, and walked over to Connie. They kissed each other deeply and walked offstage hand-in-hand while the three victims remained trapped, struggling against their traps.

 

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Stocks and bonds, part 4

Franz came back onstage and the lights went out behind him. Connie and Helen silently untied the three victims in the dark and led them backstage. Greg pulled out his gag, pointed to the bamboo, and demanded “what the hell is this?” “Part of your destiny as God’s gift to women, Greg-chan,” Genevieve replied. “Come to mama-san, and she will make it all better. Maybe even kiss it to make it well.” Meanwhile, Judith confronted Connie and Helen. “You freaktards! After getting me started, you now owe me an orgasm. Into the dressing room, now!”

During these tender reconciliations backstage, Franz addressed the audience, “Our proceedings now are ended, both the innocent and guilty have been chastised. Discipline prevails, yet justice is nowhere evident. Who knows what will follow? At the next regular meeting, our membership committee will decide who does what, and with which, and to whom. Our loyal staff awaits their decision with trepidation.”

Franz left the stage and the house lights came back on. While Henry waited their turn to leave privately, he turned to his guest--“I hope you found this interesting, and, better, enjoyed the show.” She shivered involuntarily, partly because of a draft when someone opened the main door, and smiled back to him. “What about my cuffs?” she asked. “You can leave them on—it’s dark outside.” Taylor opened the booth door to take them back to their coats. “If you ever have too many maidens,” she smirked to Henry, “Carmen and I can help you with your burden!” “Be silent, you trollop!” he replied. “My guest is under my protection and I will not allow such impertinence towards her.” “Whatever!” she replied, just before Henry gave her a warning slap on the butt.

“Time to go,” he said to both women. Taylor assumed her proper role and escorted them to Carmen. Carmen had retrieved Henry’s hat first, and had covered her breasts with it. “More insolence!” he fumed, as he pulled it off and jammed it on his head. “You shall deport yourself properly in front of my guest!” Carmen meekly completed her task of helping them into their coats, and bowed apologetically to him. In the elevator back to the main floor, Erica finally spoke to him, “Despite the problems with the staff, I enjoyed myself. In my short life, I never encountered anything like this.” “Come with me, and we shall finish the evening,” he replied.

When they returned to the hotel suite, Henry helped her out of her coat and asked her permission to use the bathroom first. He attended to his business, and swallowed a pill to prepare himself for the rest of the evening. When she came out from her turn, Henry spoke to her seriously. “I now intend to satisfy myself, using you as an instrument of pleasure. I swear that no harm will befall you, and that it won’t hurt, much. If you trust me to proceed, please agree without reservations.” “I owe you this much, I suppose,” Erica replied, “will you be gentle?” “Gentle is not guaranteed, but no harm.” “All right, I submit to you.”

At Henry’s invitation, she sat down on the chair, still in her scanty costume and cuffs. He removed her necklace, then announced “I have a surprise for you. May I blindfold you before revealing it?” He stood behind her, gently caressing her, then tied a cloth blindfold over her eyes and knotted behind her head. Quietly, he took the gag out of the small case on the table, then returned to her on the chair. He traced an index finger around her bra, up her neck to her left earlobe, and under her jaw. She parted her lips slightly, responding to the finger under her jaw, and he quickly opened her mouth before she could react. She instinctively clenched as he inserted the gag past her lower teeth, but he quietly commanded her to relax, as he fit the upper part behind her upper teeth and pulled on the straps to fit it into place. “Just a simple gag,” he explained, as he buckled it behind her head.

Not so simple—in fact, he had gone to his old instrument-maker colleague in Elgin to fabricate a custom device. It started with a 1-1/2 inch inside-diameter hardened-steel ring, made from a short piece of thin-wall cylindrical tube. Two lugs were TIG-welded on the ring’s outside edge, and then the entire steel object was coated with a 2-mm layer of Delrin plastic. Narrow black leather straps connected the side lugs to circular rings at either side of her face, with wider straps buckled behind her head. The final inside diameter, after plastic coating, was a snug fit to his erect member, which he had carefully measured with calipers before ordering the work. (The machinist did not provide the straps, and was discrete enough not to ask the intended use of the strange device.)

The sight of her surprised face, with her lips closed around the edge of the ring, excited him to continue. Henry quickly removed her bra, then pulled her arms back around the chair and snapped the wrist cuffs to short straps that he had fitted to the chair before she arrived in Chicago. She was still paralyzed with uncertainty, so he had no difficulty pulling her panties down her legs and attaching the ankle cuffs to the chair legs. (He left her knee socks on for contrast.) Erica could no longer speak, only mew with her lips and jaw immobilized.

Henry sensed her start to panic, so he paused and spoke gently to her. “Fear not! You shall not be harmed, but I am about to enjoy myself. Since this is inevitable, just lean back and relax—I’ll do all the work.” He sat down on the bed to remove his shoes and socks, then stood to remove his trousers and undershirt. He slid his briefs down and his manhood sprung out in anticipation. Before proceeding to his target, he added another rope around the chair back, tied to her elbows in back and tied in front under her breasts. He walked in front of Erica and rubbed his tip against her nose and lips, then went over to his suitcase for another surprise while she remained bound and blindfolded.

He unpacked a medical cervical collar and fitted it around her pretty neck to hold her head fixed. It was a two-piece molded-foam unit (that packed flat) and fastened with a wide Velcro strap. Henry carefully adjusted it for comfort and put enough tension on the strap to keep the collar from falling off, but not to choke her. Standing back, the sight of Erica’s vulnerable mouth caused him to spring back to attention.

Henry removed her blindfold, and the first thing Erica saw was his erection immediately in front of her face. He rubbed his tip on her, separately on her upper and lower lip. “Stick out your tongue!” he commanded, “and lick it.” He allowed her tongue to reach only the head, then turned slightly so she could lick the shaft. Retracting her tongue, she started to drool, and he began to coat his member with the result. Humiliated by the drooling, Erica tried to look down, but the collar prevented this. Her eyes fixed on the sight of him inches away from her mouth.

He had measured carefully, and the Delrin-coated ring was a good fit, with her drool providing useful lubrication. When he inserted himself into the ring, the saliva-lubricated friction against the plastic surface stimulated him, even before he touched her tongue or mouth.

Henry pulled out and stepped between her knees, forcing them apart, with her ankles cuffed to the chair legs. He stroked himself to full length, and then announced, “allow me to introduce myself.” He held the back of her head with both hands and brushed her lips again. Erica tried to resist, but she could not move, fixed by his hands and the cervical collar. He totally silenced her by inserting himself past her lips, through the ring, and past her teeth, which were kept safely away by the gag. Her tongue tried to avoid the intruder as he slowly advanced. “Stay still,” he whispered, let me do all the work.” He eased into her a half-inch at a time, and he felt Erica’s tongue under it as he slid along the top of her mouth, heading for the back of her throat. A few inches in, then he pulled back (but not out), then advanced again as he leaned forward with his knees between her thighs on the chair.

Her drool and saliva now flowed freely, facilitating his entry. She moaned, but the gag and his cock muffled the sound completely. He shivered involuntarily and started a steady rhythm in and out. Pushing in deeper, he felt some resistance, and Erica started to choke. He pulled back, but returned, slowly increasing the depth again. A few cycles of this, and he was able to push in to his full length, as she squirmed and started to breathe roughly through her nose, but no longer choked. Henry pulled back again, and moderated his action, trying to prolong his own excitement. When he realized he could not hold out much longer, he thrust in quickly to full length, feeling himself engorge even further against her tongue. As he hit the tight spot at the back of her throat, he could not hold back and gushed uncontrollably into her.

She could swallow only after he pulled back an inch. That unblocked her nose, which had been partially covered by his abdomen, but he remained inside her mouth until he was totally drained. Erica tried to push him out with her tongue, but he waited while he deflated. He leaned back, carefully pulled out, and stood upright, as drool and semen dripped out past the gag. She closed her eyes and tried to spit. Henry picked up two towels from the bed, and carefully cleaned the front of her mouth, then dried himself. He unbuckled the gag, carefully extracted the ring from her mouth, and set it on his towel. Erica started to cough as he continued to clean her face.

Henry kept her bound while he gave her a sip of water, then released her ankles. He went around the back of the chair, unfastened the wrist cuffs, untied her, and helped her to her feet. He undid the Velcro and separated the collar. Finally, he helped her over to the bed and had her sit up against the headboard, backed by several pillows. Erica coughed a few times, and he brought her another glass of water. He offered her a brandy from the minibar, but she declined politely.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Erica said quietly, “I’ve never been under someone else’s control so thoroughly before. I’m not sure I like it—let me consider that awhile.” “Just lay back and relax. If you want, I can attend to you after you have recovered.” “I’d like that, but not yet.”

He sat next to her for a while, but she did not want to be touched. Finally, Erica admitted, “Henry, you are a very dear man. I told you that I was not certain of my erotic interest, but that also included my orientation. Between the sapphic show and your masculine domination, I have decided that not only do I prefer the dominant role, but from now on I will choose female partners. I freely accepted your generous hospitality, which helped me make my decision, and freely submitted to your vigorous violation, but now I realize my true calling. Please cuddle me tonight, and that will suffice.” He pulled the covers over both of them to keep her warm. After breakfast the next morning, they parted as friends who were heading in different directions.