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  Almost.

  Ani turned a crank on the wall and a heavy steel bar lowered from the ceiling. She unhooked one end and stepped behind him. Before he could register a complaint -- or even decide if he wanted too -- she slid the bar under his elbows. With the far end hooked back to the chain, she slowly ratcheted it back up.

  The bar slid high under his arms, forcing his shoulders back and his chest out until his nipples stood out in sharp relief against the straining satin. He knew better than to argue. Not with Ani. This was personal. If she thought it was uncomfortable she’d just raise it higher. But if she didn’t quit soon it was really going to hurt.

  “Spread your legs.”

  He spread them as wide as he could, but apparently that wasn’t wide enough. The toe of her short spiked heel nudged his feet out farther. When he was standing just the way she wanted him, she cuffed a spreader bar between his ankles.

  Oh, shit. He wasn’t sure exactly what that was for, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to like it. He stretched to his toes, trying to take the strain off his arms.

  “Very nice.”

  Crystal’s voice. From behind him. He was helpless to turn and face her. He heard a small click and the heavy velvet drapes began to open. They had to be on a remote. Neither of the women were anywhere near them.

  Oh, God. The entire wall was one huge glass window. Anyone with a view of this side of the building could see in. Could see him hanging here, helpless, dressed in nothing but a scrap or two of white satin.

  And then his awareness of a possible audience faded as he caught Crystal’s reflection in the glass. Honey brown hair tumbled down to meet the tightly laced black leather corset. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. It was the large black dick she’d sprouted that had his gaze riveted on her pussy as she approached him from behind. So riveted, in fact, that he barely noticed the chains dangling from her fingers.

  Until she stepped in front of him.

  “I brought you presents.”

  Ricky raised his focus enough to stare at the ring Mistress Crystal held in the flat of her palm. It looked like a coiled serpent.

  The other hand reached down to stroke over the small satin triangle covering his cock. She pulled the small bow loose and the G-string fluttered to the floor. Office politics fled his brain, along with every other coherent thought. He looked down to watch Crystal slip the ring around his penis, just below the head. His cock sprang to full attention. The bronze ring didn’t hurt, but its weight commanded his attention, a continuing presence he couldn’t forget.

  Crystal slipped a leather lasso around the base of his cock, drawing it so tight he’d never be able to come unless she released it. Next she loosened the tie on the baby-doll. He screamed in exquisite pain when the nipple clamp bit into his tender flesh.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  The voice seemed to come from far away. He tried to block out the noise like rushing water that filled his ears. He needed to focus.

  “Ricky. Do you want me to stop?”

  Stop? Hell no. He wanted… “Please, Mistress.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, may I have the other clamp, Mistress?”

  Behind him he felt cold lube hit his ass. Ani -- it had to be Ani, right? Ani’s finger rimmed his tight hole, slowly pushing past his tight sphincter. He moaned helplessly as she violated his anus, pushing her finger in until she found the bump of his prostate. Crystal chose that moment to add the second nipple clamp.

  “He’s ready for you, Mistress.”

  The two women swapped places. Crystal’s hands stroked over the smooth satin, rubbing the fabric against his skin. “I love the feel of satin. Almost as much as I love the feel of your skin. Smooth, soft fabric over hard male muscle.”

  “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

  “Was that an order?”

  “Yes!” Oh, shit. “No, Mistress. A plea. Please, Mistress. Touch me.”

  “I think it was an order. I think you need to be punished for such insolence.”

  She smacked his ass with the flat of her hand. Lovely, excruciating pain shot through him. “Thank you, Mistress! May I have another? Please.”

  Crystal’s hand came down hard on his ass, again and again. His cock jutted straight up, so hard he thought he might come at each blow. But of course the lasso wouldn’t allow that. Meanwhile Ani had become fascinated with his nipple clamps, and decided to lick her way around them in ever shrinking circles. “Please, Mistress, may I fuck the slave?” she whimpered.

  His cock fully approved of that plan.

  “Not yet. There’s something missing.”

  What could possibly… “Yes, Mistress.” Ani turned away, only to return with a condom. Placing it in her mouth, she knelt in front of him, unrolling it over his cock with her tongue and teeth.

  Crystal’s crack on his ass shoved his cock deep in Ani’s throat. Moaning helplessly, he thrust into her mouth. “Please, Mistress. Fuck me. Let me fuck Ani. Please.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Ani pulled away, leaving his cock alone and bereft, but only for the time it took her to regain her feet. Despite their height disparity -- Ani had to be at least five inches shorter than he was -- the spreader bar had lowered him to the perfect height. With one swift move she impaled herself on his throbbing cock.

  Crystal moved much more slowly than Ani had, carefully pushing past his reluctant sphincter with her thick jellied strap-on, sliding gently into his tight channel. “Fuck!” he moaned. “Oh, fuck that feels good.” He didn’t know whether he meant his cock in Ani’s hot, pulsing cunt or Crystal’s dick buried deep in his ass. He shuddered, moaning again as the women began to move.

  Ani thrummed the clamp on his left nipple with her tongue, sending jolts of pleasure/pain tearing through his shattered nerves. He screamed mindlessly, thrusting his nipple and his cock into her as hard as he could. Behind him Crystal pulled back, nearly pulling the heavily lubed dong from his ass. Looking down he could see Crystal’s hands on Ani’s hips, while Ani clutched his.

  They set up a rhythm, forward and back, Ani riding down hard on his cock while Crystal withdrew, Crystal thrusting in deep while Ani rode almost to the tip of his cock before she plunged back.

  His knees would have buckled without the bar to support him. “Fuck me!” he screamed, near delirious with the pleasure and pain. “Please, Mistresses, fuck me!”

  As if they’d only been teasing him before, they slammed down harder, pounding him back and forth between them till he thought his shoulders would pull out of their sockets before they allowed him to come.

  Ani shrieked as she came around him, writhing convulsively over his flaming cock. He felt Crystal’s punishing rhythm break as she shuddered against him, could almost feel her orgasm rip through from the other end of the dildo. He needed desperately to come, but he couldn’t stop. Ani broke over him again as he thrust mindlessly into her, pushing himself back on the length of Crystal’s strap-on with each stroke. Faster. Harder. He had to come. Had to…

  He screamed out his release as Crystal’s hand flashed between the press of their bodies to release the lasso, shooting wave after wave of release into the condom. When he thought he was nearly spent, Ani pulled the clips from his nipples, sending waves of agony through him as the blood flowed back, another wave of cum pulsing through the ring that restricted his cock head.

  Ani fisted her hand in his hair, yanking his head down for a kiss that shattered him. Exhausted, boneless, powerless to hold himself upright, he collapsed into her, tears streaming down his face as she claimed him with her lips.

  Crystal released some hidden catch on the bar and the three of them tumbled to the thick padded carpet.

  Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d try to sort out all the mixed emotions tumbling wildly through him. Tomorrow.

  Hell. It was tomorrow. Had been for hours.

  Later then. For now, there were two sets of arms holding him, two sets of hands str
oking him, two sets of lips kissing him -- and each other. Someone released his wrist and ankle restraints, pushing the metal bars off to the side, out of the way. Someone else pulled him closer, his face pillowed against soft breasts as together they tumbled into the sweet abyss of sleep.

  * * *

  Some time in the night -- minutes? hours? later -- he awoke with enough presence of mind to scout out the bathroom and then locate the master bedroom. One after the other he scooped up the two women and carried them back to Crystal’s king-sized bed, carefully divesting them of their outfits. He knew from experience none of their clothes were the sort one should fall asleep in. When he’d have gone back to his room, Crystal opened her eyes enough to smile up at him. Sliding over, she patted the empty space beside her.

  That was one decision he didn’t have to think twice about.

  9:45 AM, Sunday, 11 February 2007

  Crystal’s Penthouse Apartment

  Midtown Manhattan

  Crystal stretched languidly, savoring the feel of over-used muscles and the lingering scent of sex. Each hand brushed a warm body. Hmmm. That was interesting. Who…

  The auction at The Fetish Club slowly came back. Then La Escuelita. Then the champagne. My, oh my. Champagne had been the perfect choice. Enough to loosen her two darlings up. And the action in the limo… priceless.

  Ani lay next to her, curled into the hollow of her side. She looked so adorable in her sleep. Soft and vulnerable. Crystal smiled. Ani’d hate getting caught with that look on her face. On her right Richard lay facing away from her, his naked back one long, delicious sheet of muscle. Damn. The man put an awful lot of effort into maintaining that body, she could tell. He could be one of his own models.

  The three of them made quite a picture. The auction would prove to be a great investment.

  She crawled over Ani and made her way to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she grimaced into the mirror. OK. Maybe she wasn’t so photogenic at the moment. A quick shower and some coffee would help. And maybe a Tylenol or two. She wasn’t getting any younger. One of these days she was going to have to give some thought to the future.

  Eventually the week would end, and her toys would leave her. They’d all go back to their vanilla lives. Or find another Mistress.

  For some reason that made her sad.

  Dominance was a voyage of discovery. Ani she knew well. While Ani could play the Domme, she liked things to go smoothly. When she gave orders she didn’t want them questioned. She’d been more than willing to let Crystal be the one in control this time. Crystal suspected she’d had her fill of responsibility. What she really wanted was for someone to take care of her for a change.

  As for Richard, he’d yet to really argue with a single command she’d given him. Oh, he’d made a few feeble protests, but mostly for show. He’d loved everything they’d done to him. All that physical strength -- all that lean, hard muscle -- and he hadn’t even tried to fight her when she’d cuffed him. In the vanilla world, he’d never dream of doing anything that wasn’t proper. But when she took responsibility, he was more than happy to follow her orders.

  How far would he go to follow her orders? He had to have limits. Every sub had limits. She had five days to find them, and push him just a little bit farther.

  Somehow she didn’t think it would take her that long.

  * * *

  Richard came awake with a start, a sound like a gunshot echoing in his head. The body next to him -- a smaller, female body -- jumped as well. Instinctively he grabbed the woman and pulled her close, shielding her with his arms.

  In the moment it took him to orient himself he realized his bed partner had to be Ani, because Crystal was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed once again in her black leather corset, holding a wicked looking crop in her hand. Its pop had brought him awake.

  “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

  “No, Mistress. I apologize for sleeping so late.”

  “Not nearly late enough,” Ani grumbled.

  “Silence! You have twenty minutes to get breakfast together and served.”

  “You know I don’t cook!” Ani squealed.

  “Then you better pray your partner can, or your ass is in big trouble.”

  Richard said a silent prayer of thanks for the Internet and two years of single, divorced male status. “What would Mistress like for breakfast?”

  Crystal looked over her shoulder as she headed for the door. “Surprise me. But it better include coffee, and fast.”

  “Man, is she in a foul mood or what?” Ani groused as Crystal disappeared.

  “I don’t really want to find out how bad, or why.” Richard glanced at the clock. Damn. He never slept this late. It was ten after ten. “You can have this bathroom. I’ll take the one in my room.”

  Ani blinked at him, looking surprised. “Thanks.”

  Four minutes later she stuck her head in his room, holding a red silk bustier around her middle, its ties flapping in her wake. “Can you lace me into this? I can do it but it’ll take way too long.”

  “Sure.” Richard smiled. He’d loved helping the other “gurls” with their wardrobes at The Fetish Club. It took him mere seconds to flash the laces through their grommets.

  “Tighter.”

  Surprised, he pulled the laces tighter, then tighter again, hoping Ani didn’t pass out from lack of breath.

  “Oh yeah.” Ani pirouetted so he could see the finished product. His hands would span her waist. “Does this look OK?”

  Her nipples were doing their best to shove their rigid points through the lace bustier. She was barely dressed and already his cock was painfully hard. “You look good enough to eat,” he assured her. “We should serve you for breakfast. Maybe with a little whipped cream and a cherry.”

  Ani giggled as she belted a matching thigh length red silk kimono over the bustier. “Maybe for dessert. I sure hope you’re better in the kitchen than I am or our asses are fried.”

  “I can manage. Can you give me a hand with this?” He held up his cincher and a sweet little maid’s costume he’d picked up just for fun.

  “Yummy!” She laced him in tighter than he usually did, giving his tits a shadow of cleavage, then helped him pin his hair up in a fast French twist and attach the silly little cap. “Make sure you bend over a few times. Shame to waste that neckline.”

  “I wish I had time to do my makeup.”

  Ani laughed. “You think women have time for full makeup every day? Powder base, lipstick, and a dust of blush takes thirty seconds.” She ran her fingertips over his cheek. “You shaved already?”

  “Waxed. I’ll be good for another two weeks.”

  “Ouch!”

  “Worth it not to have stubble under my makeup.” A quick dive into his makeup case netted her arsenal. It was fast and light -- little more than a dusting of color -- but she was right. He felt immensely better for the effort. “We’re out of time. Show me the kitchen.”

  And what a kitchen it was. Double wide industrial size stainless steel fridge, gourmand stainless cook stove with a built in grill, and granite countertops everywhere. Coffee was the first priority. Ani knew where the filters and beans were hidden, and she started the coffeemaker while he pulled out bacon and started it frying on the grill. Fortunately the freezer held readymade delicacies he was well familiar with. “Drop four of those waffles in the toaster would you please? And make sure it’s set to light pastry.”

  “OK. I can do that. Anything else?”

  “Top a handful of strawberries and cut them in half.” He demonstrated by topping one with the point of a paring knife so when it was sliced it looked like a little heart. By that time the bacon was ready to flip and the toaster had popped out the waffles. He found a water glass and showed Ani how to use it to cut small round waffles out of the larger squares while he buttered the grill and fried up six perfect over light eggs, then decorated the plates with waffle rounds topped with whipped cream hearts with strawberry centers.


  By the time he’d added the bacon Ani had the coffee poured and had located a serving tray and silverware. At exactly ten-thirty they arranged breakfast on the formal dining room table. Richard caught Crystal’s quizzical smile for a brief flash before she wiped the look from her face.

  Remembering Ani’s advice, he bent forward a little farther than necessary as he served Mistress her breakfast. Ani set the table, adding delicate three-tined forks laid out on artfully folded linen napkins and orange juice served in frosted glasses. When he turned to place the empty tray on the sidebar, Crystal caught him by surprise with a swift pinch. “Ani’s right. You have a great ass.”

  That surprised him more than the pinch had. “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “I’m guessing you cooked this. Nice job.”

  “We both did.” He caught Ani’s look of surprise and flashed her a quick smile.

  Crystal was silent for a few minutes, munching happily. “After breakfast we’re going to play a game.”

  “What game?” they both asked.

  Crystal grinned, as if pleased with herself. Somehow he found that a bit unsettling. “Come to the dungeon as soon as the kitchen’s presentable again and you’ll find out.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Whatever she was up to, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. The notion made him shiver with anticipation. “Do you think we should change outfits?”

  “We better not take the time. She said as soon as we were done, not after we dressed.”

  “Might be worth it.” He looked down at the once pristine maid’s costume with regret. “I’ve got spots.”

  “It’s just water. It’ll dry. Trust me. We don’t want to be late.”

  “Right,” he agreed. “You’ll have to tell me about that some time.”