Acting on Impulse
By
Olivia D. Monroe
Acknowledgements
This book is dedicated to my Papa John. He has been gone from this earth for 30 years and I still miss him every single day. I also dedicate it to my Mama Olivia. She has always been my rock and I love her with all of my heart.
I’d like to thank a few special people as well.
Kimmy, I want to thank you for rekindling my love of books; I am forever grateful to have had you in my life.
Angel, thank you for always being there for me, for not judging me no matter what, for just listening when I needed an ear, encouraging me when I needed a shove, being my voice of reason when you knew I was making a mistake and for just being you. You are the sister of my soul and I love you dearly.
Baby Girl I thank you for coming into my life at the lowest possible point when I felt like I was close to the depths of hell, making me smile and laugh and “giggle”, believing in me and loving me. You saved my life and I am forever in your debt. I love you, Baby Girl.
And last, but certainly not least, to my husband, Kevin. We have been together for 25 years and married for almost 21 of those. We’ve had incredible highs and devastating lows, but through it all, we’ve had each other. You gave me the most precious gifts that anyone has ever given me in my life, our boys. There are many things in my life that I would like to do over or change now that I am older and wiser, but one thing that I would never change is loving you. We’ve grown up together, grown apart and back together again, and no one on earth knows me better than you. You are my heart and my soul and I will love you until I draw my last breath.
Her Deepest Desires
CHAPTER ONE
Kristen James sat at the corner desk of her living room of her small two bedroom condo looking out the window at the birds flitting in and out of the birdfeeder by the fence. She had let her thoughts wander off as she scrolled down the page of the website on her laptop. “He’ll never go for it”, she sighed as she shook her head. Club Impulse, the newest, and supposedly best, BDSM club in the Memphis area; their website showed very little except what the club looked like empty.
Due to their strict confidentiality and membership rules, they could not show people enjoying the many amenities they had to offer. But Kristen already knew what they had to offer. Her best friend since childhood had told her all about it. Jasmine was into the BDSM scene hot and heavy and she’d been to every club in town and a few out of town. Oh, yes, Kristen had heard all about what Club Impulse had to offer its members…and she wanted to see and experience it all first hand.
The “he” in question was her boyfriend of almost 3 years, Ethan Wilson. He was a really great guy. He took care of her every material want and need and was loving and caring and did not expect her to be a simple housewife. He applauded her for her career aspirations and tenacity in obtaining her degree to become a teacher. He was extremely good looking. Nice physique, well muscled in all the right places, dark hair that he wore cut short in an older version of a “boy band” hairstyle and eyes as dark as chocolate that turned to molten fudge when he was aroused. And when he was aroused, his gorgeous physique boasted a mighty impressive sized cock.
Sex with Ethan…well, sex with Ethan was great! They had lots of sex. They had great sex. They had vanilla sex. They had lots of great vanilla sex. Oh, it was always good; he always made sure she came before he did…usually only seconds before he did. But it was always missionary position with the occasional reversal of her on top when he had a little too much to drink, which was hardly ever, and didn’t trust himself to hold up over her without falling on her.
She just wanted to discover what other wonders his cock could manage. He never even let her go down on him. She didn’t understand that. She’d licked it once or twice and kissed it a bit, but he always took over and turned it on her. Like he just wanted to please her and get her off so he could hurry and get his rocks off.
Kristen wanted more…much, much more. Now she had to make a choice; a) tell him what she wanted and risk him looking at her with disgust and never wanting to see her again; b) not telling him and just going on with her great vanilla sex life and probably end up miserable; or c) tell him what she wanted and take the chance that he might embrace it and make all of her fantasies come true. She sighed again as she closed down the webpage and went to take a shower and get ready for dinner with Ethan.
Dinner was nice; their favorite Italian restaurant had their usual table waiting. The service was, as always, impeccable and the food delicious. Their conversation was mostly about his work day and her getting prepared to start her last semester of school in a month. She felt like they were in a rut, but Ethan seemed perfectly happy with everything about their life. She was so confused. There was only one person she could turn to for advice and she knew it.
After dinner they went back to her place, they alternated staying over at each other’s homes a few nights a week. They snuggled on the sofa for a while drinking some wine and listening to some soft music before retiring to the bedroom for some soft lovemaking. Kristen could only think, “What would he do if I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and told him to cuff me to the bed?” She had to physically restrain herself from letting out the laugh that began to bubble out of her at that thought. She came, he came and they cuddled in each others’ arms as they fell asleep. Yes, she definitely needed Jaz’s help on this one.
The next morning when Ethan left for work, she picked up her phone and called Jasmine. She answered on the 2nd ring, “Hey sweetness, what’s up?” she asked cheerfully. “Well, aren’t we in a good mood this morning?” Kristen replied. “Great sex can do that to a woman, you know?” Jasmine beamed. Kristen sighed and Jasmine asked, “What’s wrong, doll face? You sound like you’re down.” “Jaz, can we meet for lunch somewhere private, I need to talk to you about something”, Kristen asked in her tone that told Jaz this was important to her. “Of course, sweetie, come over to my place, I don’t have to work today so I’ll fix us some sandwiches and we can have a glass of wine or two and you can spill your guts to me like old times, how does that sound?” “It sounds fabulous, I’ll be there at 11”, Kristen said and they hung up giggling like school girls. Jasmine Malone had been Kristen’s best friend since Kindergarten. If anyone could help her with her sexual frustration and not judge her, it was Jaz.
She knew about Jasmine’s sexual proclivities well. In college, they had experimented with threesomes with either her boyfriend or Jaz’s boyfriend at the time if they were willing…and most men were. She didn’t deny her bi-sexuality, but she had never told Ethan about it either. She didn’t think he’d be too receptive to her if he knew how experienced she really was. But she had desires; deep, dark desires that she had never acted on but desperately wanted to before she ended up tied down to the wrong man and a life of boring mediocrity in the sex department.
Jaz was a switch. She liked to play Domme with women playmates but really preferred to play submissive with her male playmates. She always played safe and always made sure condoms were used. She was choosy about her playmates and took on only those she knew she could trust with both her privacy and her safety. Kristen knew, deep down, what she needed and she knew Jaz could and would give it to her.
She pulled up to Jaz’s house at five minutes till eleven and darted to the door. Jaz threw open the door and grabbed her in a big hug and placed a quick kiss on her lips. They didn’t see each other or speak as often as they did before she and Ethan got serious, but they emailed and texted daily even if just to say “hello” and “I love you”. And they spent a lot of time as a threesome, in the non-sexual sense, when Jaz would invite Kris and Ethan over for dinner or vice versa. Jaz knew Ethan well and liked him a lot. She thought he was good for her best friend in the world, or so she’d told Kris.
They were kindred spirits and had known that since they were barely 5 years old. Jaz ushered her inside and they went to the kitchen table where Jaz had a plate of sandwiches, a fresh salad and some wine waiting for her. Kristen smiled and said, “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. I skipped breakfast and ate an early dinner last night. These sandwiches look great! Do you have that Southwest Ranch dressing I love on hand?” Jaz turned to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of dressing she always kept on hand for Kristen and because she loved it too. With a smile, she sat it down in front of Kristen and laughed, “Of course, I do sweetness, and you know I always have what you need”.
They sat and ate for a few minutes in comfortable silence. Finally, Jaz spoke up, “So, tell me what’s on your mind, doll face”. Kristen took a deep breath then laid it all out for her. All about how she loved Ethan and they had great sex, but it was so vanilla and lately she’d been craving and desiring something more. She told Jaz she wanted to go to Club Impulse and she wanted Jaz to take her there as her sub. Jaz knew she didn’t have it in her to be a Domme, but she had also always sensed the submissive lying beneath Kristen’s surface. She knew beyond a doubt that Kristen had a kinky streak in her, they’d discussed it a time or two and Jaz always saw her expressions when she talked about some of her sexcapades…how Kristen’s eyes would glaze with desire as Jaz relayed the events to her. Oh, yes, Jaz knew what Kristen needed. She just hoped that Ethan would understand and be willing to try, for Kristen’s sake and for the sake of their relationship.
When Kristen was done laying it all out there for her, Jaz smiled from ear to ear. “What are your plans for Saturday night, sweetness? Can you get away from Ethan for the night?” Jaz asked. “I’m sure I can. Why?” “I’m taking you to Impulse. I’m sure I’ve got an outfit you can wear and we’ll decide ahead of time what all you want to experience while we are there. I won’t let anyone else touch you unless you approve and there will be no actual intercourse involved. I’ll be in control of your pleasure and your experience. Is that okay with you?” Jaz asked. Kristen swallowed hard, then looked her friend right in the eye and said, “Yes. Yes, Jaz, that’s what I want.”
Jaz stood and grabbed Kris’s hand to pull her out of her chair, “Come with me, we'll pick out what you will wear. You can come over here beforehand and get dressed.” The two went to Jaz’s spare bedroom and when she opened the closet, Kris’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. There was leather, lace, PVC and rubber in all colors. Shoes, masks, thongs, bras and corsettes; Kris’s mouth started to water. She didn’t know where to begin. She and Jaz were about the same size, but Kristen’s breasts were a cup size larger than Jaz’s and her hips a little fuller. Jaz was a couple of inches taller than Kristen, but they wore the same size shoes which Kristen was thankful for because she really wanted to wear some of those heels she was looking at in Jaz’s closet.
An hour and 8 outfits later and Kristen had picked out what she would wear Saturday night. Since she was going as a sub, she had to dress as a sub. Kris chose a simple, black PVC bra and thong set with a sleeveless dress made of lace that showed the bra and thong but came to the tops of her thighs. She paired that with a pair of simple black patent look stilettos with a 4” heel. She looked at herself in the mirror and she liked what she saw. Jaz told her to wear her hair down, no jewelry and bare makeup. She told her all about what to expect as a sub in the club. How when Jaz was speaking with another Dom or Domme, she was to avert her eyes downward unless spoken to or otherwise told to do so by Jaz or the other Dom or Domme. Jaz reinforced the fact that she would not allow anyone to touch her without Kris’s permission or her own and that there would be no intercourse, but she would orgasm and more than once, she promised.
Kris’s juices began to flow and she quickly shed the outfit and put her clothes back on. Jaz gave her a brief description of the various rooms and stage areas in the club and gauged Kris’s response to each in order to tell what her best course of action would be. By the time they finished their second glass of wine and the food was gone, Jaz knew what her friend wanted and needed and after saying goodbye to Kris, she set about making plans for Kris’s first night out as a sub. She was going to have the time of her life. She just hoped it was something Ethan would embrace as well and not condemn her for.
CHAPTER TWO
After Kristen left, Jasmine went straight to her computer. She had a plan and she needed to enlist some help. She opened her email and plucked Ethan’s work email address from one of the many cutesy forwards Kris was always sending. She pasted it in the To: line and under Subject: she typed “Need help for Kristen, this is between you and me” She knew it would get his attention. She simply typed: “Don’t tell Kris, don’t tell anyone, this isn’t a bad thing, but we have to keep it between us so Kris won’t get hurt. Meet me at Club Impulse Friday night at 7. Don’t ask questions, just be there. Trust me, it’s something you want to see and something you need to know. I repeat, it isn’t a bad thing. Just be there. I’ll give your name to the doorman. Dress casual. XOXO – Jaz” She requested a read receipt and sent the email off.
She only hoped he’d get the message, not talk to Kris and meet her as asked. She knew Ethan was a stand up guy. She knew that he knew her well enough that she didn’t play games when it came to her best friend’s safety or happiness. Yeah, he would show. He had to for her plan to work.
Kris went through the next two days on autopilot. With it being summer break, she didn’t have school to keep her occupied and she’d had to quit her job because she was going to be doing student teaching this coming semester and couldn’t do that and work her job, too. So she had little to do but sit around and think about what Saturday night would bring. She had to admit, she was nervous, but it was a good nervousness. She was excited and the one time this week she and Ethan had had sex, she was hoping she could incorporate a new position or something, but it was, as always, missionary. She came, he came and it was over. She sighed thinking about it, what was she going to do? She knew what she was going to do, she was going to go take a shower and get over to Jaz’s and prepare for her night out.
When she got to Jaz’s, her hair was down and she had on minimal makeup as Jaz had instructed and she wore no jewelry. Jaz had ordered pizza so they ate first and Jaz gave her a brief outline of what the night would entail. After they finished eating, they went to get dressed. Kris put on her “costume” for the night and felt sexy as hell as they walked out the door. Jaz was dressed decadently in a skin tight PVC body suit that showed off her ample cleavage and hugged her every curve to perfection. She looked hot and she knew Jaz turned many heads when she dressed that way. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail on top of her head and still hung down below her shoulders. Her 5” strappy stiletto sandals only added to her appeal. Just looking at her made Kris hot so she knew how it must make other people feel. She hoped she inspired that kind of lust in people who saw her in her PVC and lace get up tonight. Jaz had put a little more eyeliner on Kris and a subtle shade of red lipstick. They were ready to go.
Jaz drove them to the club and she could tell Kris was nervous so she kept telling her to ask any questions she wanted and Jaz would answer them as best as she could. She told her that if she was uncomfortable with anything at any time to tell her and they would call a halt to their play.
Thirty minutes later, they pulled into the private parking lot of Club Impulse. Jaz got out and showed the valet her membership ID and let him take her Camaro and park it after taking the ticket from him. She shoved the ticket and her ID back into her bra and they headed into the club. Kris took a deep breath as she crossed over the threshold into the loud, smoky and dimly lit club. She took in everything with her gaze quickly scanning the room. People were in various states of dress or undress. Some were engaging in sexual acts at their tables, others along the walls. It was all so decadent and her pussy started to throb and she could feel the juices leaking to her thighs and she squirmed a little. She noticed many women and some men wearing collars, some had leashes attached and others did not. She turned to Jaz and asked her about it. “When a Dom or Domme and a sub agree to be exclusive, the sub belongs only to that one person, the Master or Mistress collars him or her. They hold ceremonies here and at some other clubs just for collaring.” Jaz told her. “Have you ever been collared?” Kris asked. Jaz shook her head, “No, hon, I’ve never been collared. I’ve never met a Dom that I would want to be collared to and I only play at the Mistress part for fun. If and when I find my Master, I hope that he will want to collar me and I’ll know that I want to be collared.” Kris nodded in understanding and Jaz took her hand and pulled her through the crowd so they could explore and see what Kris liked and didn’t like.
Their first stop was a room with small sofas and plush chairs seated all around the room. Some Doms were sitting and their subs were kneeling at their feet, some petted their subs lovingly and affectionately. All eyes were focused on the middle of the room where a woman was blindfolded and bound by her wrists to a beam overhead. Her feet barely touched the floor but she didn’t look uncomfortable. She was totally nude but for the blindfold. Her long red hair flowed down her back in cascading waves. She was beautiful, not perfect, but the expression on her face and the way she held her posture spoke volumes.
A man was circling her slowly, predatorily and with utter devotion in his eyes. He flicked his wrist and she heard the crack of the flogger she hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It was larger than some she’d seen and appeared to be made of suede rather than leather as most she’d seen were. He wielded the flogger with complete confidence and she could tell the woman was anticipating the first blow. Finally, the man flicked his wrist and the flogger hit the woman across her back. Kris released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. They stood and watched as the man delivered blow after blow with the flogger and the woman arched into each and every one with abandon. She was glowing, moaning, she wasn’t in pain, she was engulfed in pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the man delivered one final blow to her pussy with the flogger and ordered her to come now. The cry of ecstasy that she released with her orgasm rang loud and long in the room. Kris felt herself sway slightly and Jaz reached out to steady her. She was breathing heavily and her pussy was throbbing for relief. What she had seen turned her on beyond what she ever imagined she would be from watching something like that.
She turned to face Jaz and she knew her face was flushed with arousal. Jaz smiled at her, “I take it you liked that?” Kris couldn’t speak, her mouth was dry, so she just nodded in affirmation. “Good. I thought you would. But I’m not going to put you on display like that tonight. I have to ease you into this”, Jaz told her. “Now, come with me, I’ve got something else I want to show you”, and Jaz led her to the next door down.
She drew Kris into the room and motioned for her to sit on one of the small sofas that was available then took the seat beside her. She motioned for the waitress and ordered them both a club soda. She had explained to Kris that the club didn’t sell alcohol or allow it on premises since the nature of the play was too dangerous for anyone who is inebriated. In the middle of the room was a raised dais with a king sized bed dressed in decadent looking bedding and lots of pillows. The headboard and footboards were wrought iron with spindles, which Jaz knew was used for restraints. Kris was looking at the bed with wide doe eyes and when she saw two men leading a naked woman to the bed, she inhaled sharply.
The waitress returned with club sodas and Kris took hers from Jaz and took a large gulp. She felt parched, her mouth dry from the excitement she was feeling. She turned her attention back to the threesome in the middle of the room.
Kris watched as the two men helped the woman up onto the bed. One bent and kissed her then the other followed suit. A blindfold was slipped over the woman’s eyes and then her arms were cuffed to the headboard. She tested her bindings and determined her range of motion and nodded at the two men to let them know she was comfortable. The man on her right was blonde with blue eyes that bored into her. The man on the left was darker with dark hair and dark eyes. They wore no shirts, but both had on black jeans. They were barefoot.
The woman was blonde and Kris took notice that her pussy was bare, she either shaved or waxed. Kris had tried the shaving thing once, but the stubble left her uncomfortable for days. She’d never tried waxing, but looking at the woman’s naked cunt made her think again about having it done. It was very erotic and she wondered if Ethan would like that. Not that he was much into foreplay; he’d never even gone down on her. The one time she went down on him, she wanted so badly to feel his cum shooting down her throat, but he pulled out and splashed all over her chest. He was so apologetic afterwards as he’d cleaned her up that she’d never tried it again with him. And she loved giving blow jobs and had been told she was very good at it so it disturbed her that she couldn’t share that with him. She shook her head to clear those thoughts and returned her focus to the center of the room.
The men were caressing the woman’s breasts, plucking and rolling her nipples until she let out a gasp of pleasure or pain, Kris couldn’t be certain which. Her own nipples hardened in response and she felt like she would come at any second if someone just barely touched her. She’d never gotten so turned on watching before. She’d never considered herself a voyeur before, but she was starting to think maybe she was one. She’d seen many porn movies men and women, women and women, men and men, threesomes and more, but she’d never been this turned on from watching them.
One of the men took out a set of nipple clamps and attached them to the woman’s stiff and swollen nipples. She writhed beneath the pinching clamps and Kris could tell the second she adjusted to the sensation when she sighed and relaxed back into the mattress. The other man plumped her breasts and asked, “Does that feel good, baby?” She whispered, “Yes, Master”. He bent and kissed her lips tenderly as the other man began to stroke his hand up her inner thigh toward her bare pussy. Kris could tell the woman was aroused by the juices glistening on her bare flesh. The man stroked two fingers through her wet slit and she gasped and lifted her hips into his caress. He slapped her pussy gently and ordered her to lay still. “Yes, Master”, she replied.
He returned his fingers to her slit and ran his fingers through her wetness, stroking over her clit twice lightly, causing the woman to let out a little moan. Kris felt that touch as if it was her clit being stroked and she barely restrained the moan that wanted to escape her lips.
The second man picked up a butt plug from the small table to the side of the bed and proceeded to slightly push the plug into her dripping cunt, bathing it in her juices. The first man began gently rubbing her clit as the second man began to push the butt plug into her puckered opening. She let out a small cry when the toy was lodged firmly in her anus. The first man pinched her clit between his fingers and said firmly, “Come Now!” On command, the woman wailed out her orgasm. Kris felt like she would come right with the woman.
When her orgasm began to wane, the first man let go of her clit and they both placed kisses on her mound, almost in reverence. Another toy was retrieved from the table. This was a dildo, a large dildo at that. The second man took the dildo and held it to her lips, silently commanding her to open. He pushed the toy between her opened lips and she began to wet the toy with her saliva. “Lick”, he ordered; and she did. When he felt it was sufficiently moistened, he removed the toy from her lips and plunged it into her pussy in one smooth stroke. She wailed at the sudden pleasure/pain sensations and then relaxed as he began to slowly fuck the toy in and out of her cunt, now made tighter by the toy in her ass.
He fucked in and out, steadily increasing the speed and she was crying in pleasure, “Oh, oh, oh, oh…” The first man began to rub her clit and her cries became louder. In an instant, the two men each released a nipple clamp and commanded, “Come, baby!” The woman exploded and bucked against the toy and the restraints in a violent orgasm that Kris felt in her toes as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the orgasm wracking her own body.
CHAPTER THREE
Kris returned to earth and glanced around, horrified that someone might have seen her. It appeared that everyone was either in their own little world or totally focused on the center of the room. The only one who knew what had happened was Jaz and she knew Jaz would never judge her. Her friend just smiled and patted her knee, “It’s okay to get so turned on that you feel what you imagine she’s feeling. It’s how a lot of people react when they first see their deepest desires coming true for someone else right in front of their eyes”. Kris whispered, “I didn’t know that was possible, for anyone, but especially for me. No one touched me and I didn’t touch myself, I just knew I wanted to be feeling what she was feeling. Jaz that was the best orgasm of my life.” Jaz took her hand and motioned for her to stand, “Let’s go explore more of the club to see what else you might like.” Kris took her proffered hand and they walked out of the room. They stopped off at the ladies room and after using the facilities Jaz turned to Kris and cast her a wicked smile and asked, “So, what do you think so far?” She looked her friend in the eye and with a giant smile answered, “It’s what I’ve always dreamed of, fantasized about and masturbated to, but didn’t know that it really existed and was obtainable for me. Jaz, this is what I want, what I crave, my deepest desire, come to life. But how could I get Ethan to embrace this? How can I even tell him what I want, much less show him all of this? He could freak out and never want to see me again!” “If he does that, Kris, then he isn’t the one for you. The man you are meant to be with will not only understand and embrace what you crave and need, but he will revel in your sexuality and take part in fulfilling your every fantasy”, Jaz told her. Kris’s eyes lit up a little bit and she couldn’t stop the small flutter of hope that flared in her heart, “You really think so, Jaz? I mean, how would I even go about something like this?” “Do you trust me, Kris? I mean really trust me? With your safety and your pleasure and to know that I’d never do or allow anything that would hurt you?” Jaz asked with a serious expression on her face. “Of course I do, Jaz, I trust you with my life”, she replied. “Okay, then let me take care of the who’s, what’s, when’s and where’s and we’ll just have faith that the why’s won’t even be an issue. Can you do that, honey?” Jaz looked to her for her confirmation. “Yes. Yes, Jaz, I trust you completely. What do I need to do?” “You don’t need to do anything, honey, just feel what you want to feel. Now, come on, the rest of the club awaits us”, Jaz said with a wicked grin.
Jaz led Kris to more rooms in the club. One was a male Dom/male sub room where all the Doms and the subs were men. She stood in the doorway just watching for a moment and couldn’t believe that even this was turning her on. She never thought that the sight of two men would be erotic to her, but it was. Jaz tapped her shoulder slightly and motioned for them to move on to the next room. Kris was expecting a female / female room, but it wasn’t. This room was larger with several “stations” set up on one side of the room and more small sofas and plush chairs on the other three walls. They took a seat on one of the small sofas and sat back to watch. Jaz explained that this was the bondage room. Kris noticed a woman attached to a wheel in the middle of the opposite wall. She was blindfolded, naked and bound to the wheel. Her Dom kissed her, and then Kris noticed the whip in his hand seconds before it cracked loudly and hit the woman’s flesh. She didn’t even know where the lash had landed, but the woman cried out.
Another lash and then another and another until Kris had lost count. The woman was not crying in pain, but in pleasure. When her Dom stopped and pulled back a bit, Kris could see the red stripes running criss cross down the woman’s torso and the tiny lash marks on her thighs. Her Dom pressed his thumb to her clit and as he did he commanded her to come. The woman shattered. Her cries of pleasure filled the room and her orgasm seemed to never end. She watched as the Dom un-cuffed her from the wheel, removed her mask, pulled her to his body and kissed her passionately. He lifter her in his arms, cradling her naked body to his, and walked out the side door; whispering words of praise and appreciation and love in her ear. Oh yes, Kris wanted that, she wanted complete and utter trust in a man whose only desire was to please her and vice-versa.
Now that the man and woman on the wheel were gone, Kris took time to notice the other items in the room. There was a leather padded table with restraints attached where hands and feet would go, but left the space where the thighs would be open. She knew what that was for, had seen one in a porn movie before. Oh yes, that she was interested in as well, but there were no takers on that piece of equipment at the moment so she let her gaze wander some more. She saw a St. Andrew’s cross on one side of the room; she’d seen one of those before too. No one was using it at the moment, but she’d love to see it in use in person rather than in a movie. It intrigued her. There were two more stations set up where women were being bound in what looked like silky scarves of various lengths. She asked Jaz what they were and she explained that those were Shibari ropes and that she’d tell her more about it later, but it was an ancient art used to bind subs so they could let their minds go and focus only on their Doms and the meaning in the intricate knotting.
She allowed her gaze to drift over to the wooden contraption on the other side of the wheel. It was in use by another Dom and his sub. She was kneeling on the contraption on a padded knee step. Her legs were bound spread apart as far as her being on her knees would allow for comfortable positioning of her torso and head on the padded bench; and her arms were restrained out in front of her. Her head was supported, but there was an attachment she noticed that was being lowered so that her chin rested in it. After the woman was secure and her Dom assured she was as comfortable as she could be, he spanked her ass and she yelped. He landed another blow on the opposite cheek, and another, and another; alternating between her cheeks. When he stopped, her ass was a bright pink and she was squirming and moaning on the kneeling table. He slid two fingers between her folds to test her wetness. He then motioned to another man that Kris hadn’t seen standing to the side in front of the woman.
The man stepped forward and slowly unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor as his large and very hard cock was released from its confines. He positioned his cock at her lips and touched her jaw gently as she opened her pretty red lips and invited him into her mouth. Just as he slid in to the back of her throat, the man behind her thrust upward into her pussy.
The woman cried out around the cock in her mouth and Kris felt her juices flow and her tummy tighten. For a moment, she was that woman. She was sucking one large, hard cock while another fucked her from behind, slapping against her reddened ass and creating friction on her sensitive nipples as they scraped on the padded bench. The men worked in rhythm, one fucked in the other pulled out. She felt so full, so decadently wicked. The man fucking the woman’s mouth nodded to the other man, signaling his impending orgasm and the other man lifted her hips as far as they could go, reached around her belly and rubbed her clit. In the next instant, he told her to come and she wailed around the cock in her mouth as they both pounded into her, finally jerking, heads thrown back; and shooting their cum deep into her mouth and her pussy. When the man in front pulled out, he lifted her head and removed the chin rest, allowing her to relax her tired neck while they went about releasing her from her bonds. Her Dom picked her up from the bench, cradled her to his chest and Kris could see the woman still visibly shaking from the force of her orgasm. He carried her out, followed by the other man and Kris sighed. Oh, yes, this was what she wanted.
Jaz stood and Kris followed suit. They moved on to the next room which was female / female. Jaz took Kris’s hand and asked, “Do you want to play a little now? Only with me, no one else will touch you without your permission.” Kris couldn’t speak words, but her eyes lit up and she eagerly nodded her affirmation. Jaz led her to the table that was similar to the one Kris had just seen in the other room that hadn’t been used. Jaz reached for the hem of Kris’s shirt and began to lift it over her head. “I’m not going to be naked, am I?” Jaz smiled, “Relax, hon, they will all be envious when they see what a beauty you are. Your body is fabulous, Kris, don’t be embarrassed or ashamed. Just focus on me, no one else is in the room but you and me, okay?” Kris nodded and allowed Jaz to remove her shirt. Then she unhooked the front clasp on the PVC bra and removed it from Kris’s body slowly and sensuously. Kris’s nipples came instantly to life, poking out hard and tight in invitation. Jaz told her to step out of her shoes and she obeyed instantly. Then Jaz removed her PVC thong and Kris was gloriously nude in the middle of a room full of people; and she was more excited and turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jaz helped her to climb onto the table and lie back. She clamped Kris’s hands and feet into the shackles and told her to test her comfort. She nodded that she was okay and Jaz told her to lift her head as she placed a blindfold over her eyes. Jaz bent to her ear, “Trust me, honey, nothing bad will happen to you, only pleasure, just feel, that’s all you have to do is feel.” Kris whimpered but nodded her head to confirm her trust in Jaz. Jaz ran her hand delicately down Kris’s neck to circle one bountiful breast and the luscious brown/pink nipple that topped it. She then bent down and licked that nipple, then bit slightly and Kris’s back arched off the bench, seeking more. Jaz took the hint and moved to her other breast. Kris could feel the pull in her clit and the juices that must be flooding from her cunt, on display for the whole room to see. But she didn’t think about that; it was only Jaz and it was only Kris.
Jaz then gently applied nipple clamps to Kris’s nipples; she tightened them slightly until Kris gasped. She whispered, “Is that too much, sweetness?” Kris shook her head “No”. Jaz ran her fingers gently around the under swell of her breasts and slowly down her abdomen. Kris was dying for her touch, any touch; she was just dying, period, but what a way to go. Jaz slowly ran her fingers through Kris’s lower lips, dipping one finger inside her pussy and using her thumb to twirl around her clit. Jaz knew how much Kris loved oral sex. She also knew Ethan didn’t do it for her. Jaz knelt in front of Kris’s open pussy and blew a cool breath over her pussy. Kris shivered, but Jaz knew she was okay. Jaz’s tongue swiped up Kris’s slit, circling her clit and then dipping back down into her hole. She kept Kris poised on the verge of orgasm only to pull back a little and move back to light touches and licks. Jaz played with Kris over and over until she sensed the tension coiling inside Kris and her need to climax. She reached over and retrieved the dildo she had ordered to be placed there, still licking and sucking at Kris’s clit. She pulled back and stood up, positioning the dildo at Kris’s entrance. Kris’s hips bucked, she wanted the toy in her, now!
Jaz shoved the dildo in just as she released the nipple clamps, with a little help from one of her regular female sub playmates, and pumped the toy three times before she said, “Come, Kris, come now!” Kris let loose a wail that signaled the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. Stars burst behind her eyes, she couldn’t catch her breath because she couldn’t stop wailing her release and her body was bucking wildly with the force of the orgasm detonating throughout her entire being.
After a few minutes, but what seemed like forever, Kris’s body relaxed and Jaz removed the toy from her opening and then went to remove her blindfold. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, but when they did, and she saw Jaz’s face, she could do nothing but smile. Jaz bent and kissed her gently on the lips and then set to freeing her from her bonds. She led Kris over to a small bench in the corner and helped her redress, leaving off the shoes because her legs were now like wet noodles and heels wouldn’t be wise unless she wanted a broken ankle or leg.
Jaz bent and stroked her hair, “Are you okay, honey?” Kris nodded then replied, “Yes, I’m…I’m wonderful. THAT was the best orgasm of my life!” Jaz giggled and helped her back to her feet. She led Kris to the ladies room so she could freshen up. Kris looked in the mirror and at first she was frightened of what she saw. Her makeup was still in tact, but her hair was damp from her sweating and tangled about her head from her thrashing on the table. But what she noticed most was that she was flushed from head to toe. She looked like a wanton woman and she had to laugh because, well, she was.
She took Jaz’s proffered brush and ran it through her tangled hair, took a cool wet towel and gently dabbed her face and then her neck and chest to rid her body of the sweat that had pooled there. When she was assured that she looked presentable, she turned to Jaz and gave her a bright smile that sparkled all the way to her eyes, “What’s next?” she asked with enthusiasm.
“Slow down there girlfriend. There are two other rooms but they are private rooms that have to be reserved in advance for a certain amount of time. We can’t go to those, but I thought we’d go home, get comfortable, drink some wine and talk about what you like, what you don’t like and I can formulate a plan for making all of your fantasies come true”, Jaz told her as she wrapped her arm around her shoulder to lead her back out of the club. “Okay, that sounds like fun, too. Many more orgasms like those and I don’t think I’d be able to walk for a week, my legs feel like Jell-O”, Kris spoke with a laugh in her voice. She didn’t think she’d ever cum so hard in her whole sexual life; and she definitely wanted more…but not tonight.
Jaz led her out of the club and out to the car. Kris was still on shaky legs and Jaz knew it. She helped Jaz in, went around to the driver’s side and jumped in. She turned on the air to help cool Kris down some, she knew her adrenaline would still be pumping through her system and she could see that she was still sweating. July in Memphis was hot and humid and in the clothes they wore, it was 20 degrees higher.
They got back to Jaz’s house in a flash it seemed. Kris went inside and went immediately to the shower. Jaz went to her bedroom, turned on the water in her sink and picked up her phone. She had to see if what she hoped would happen had happened.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ethan met with Jasmine at Club Impulse Friday night. She told him that she was bringing Kris here on Saturday, at Kris’s request. At first, he went wide eyed and surprised, then his face molded into a confused but interested expression. Ethan found his voice and asked, “Why would she want to come here?” She took his hand and started walking, “Let’s look at some of the rooms and maybe you’ll get a clue why our girl wants to come here. Ethan, do you trust me? You know I’d never do anything to make Kris unhappy or hurt her in any way. I only want her to be happy and I know she is and could be completely happy with you. But there’s something she needs, something she craves that she’s not getting. I know what that something is. I know how to give it to her in a demonstrative manner so that you can see for yourself what she likes and doesn’t like. Are you willing to take this little journey to make her happy? If not, then you need to walk out of her life now. Because, truthfully, she may say she’s fine never having her desires fulfilled, but it will always be in the back of her mind. And you will never know if you could have spent the rest of your life with the woman of your dreams if you don’t give this a try.”
He still looked at her a little shell-shocked when they came to the first room. Ethan witnessed a woman tethered to the ceiling by her cuffed wrists, hanging in the middle of the room. She was blindfolded and a man was flogging her mercilessly…and she was loving it. He heard her moans, wordless pleas for release. His cock stirred to life and he was turned on watching the scene in front of him. When the man whipped her pussy with the flogs and told her to cum, Ethan felt like he’d cum in his pants, something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager. He glanced toward Jasmine and she was looking at him with a smile on her face. She glanced down and witnessed his hard on and her green eyes sparkled. “I see you liked that. Okay, let’s move on to the next and see what’s going on there that you might like,” she said with a smile leading him to the doorway of the next room.
This room was set up with three different “Play” stations he called them in his head. Only the wheel in the center was in use at the moment. A man, spread eagled and bound to the wheel, was spinning and getting whipped by a woman dressed in a tight black body suit and thigh high boots. She was striking him mercilessly, but also reverently, taking care to make sure she never hit any areas that might cause him actual pain. And when she lightly whipped his balls and told him to cum, he shot off like a rocket. You could see his body convulsing from the force of his orgasm. Ethan’s cock grew even harder and he just knew he was going to burst. Jasmine’s only reply was, “I see you liked that one, too. Good, this helps me to help you and in turn, help Kris. The other rooms are same sex rooms, Male/Male and Female/Female. The two at the end of the hall are private rooms for rent. Now, based on what I’ve seen here, I’m assuming you are willing to take this step?”
Ethan nodded his answer. “Good, be here tomorrow night. Same time. Dress in dark clothing and keep yourself in the shadows so Kris doesn’t know you’re here. I’ll take her to the rooms in the same order I took you. You are not to confront her tomorrow night. You are only to watch, observe, watch her reactions, what turns her on and what doesn’t. You should know Kris well enough for that. I’ll be watching her too so I can know what she needs tomorrow night. I will not allow another person to touch her. I will be the only one touching with the help of one of the female staff members who are always present to make sure things stay safe. No man will touch your woman, Ethan. I would never allow that. She will need an orgasm tomorrow night. She will want to have that orgasm here at the club. I will give her that orgasm. No one but me will touch her. That is my word on my honor to you, Ethan. What do you say? Be here, watch her, learn what you need to know about her and we’ll talk afterwards, okay?”
Ethan stared at her for a moment trying to process all that Jaz had just lain out there. He lowered his gaze for a brief moment and when his eyes came up and met Jaz head on, he simply said, “I trust you. Kris trusts you. I’ll be there. Just please make sure she isn’t hurt, take care with her.” Jaz nodded and kissed Ethan on the cheek before heading out the door. “Stay awhile if you’d like. Observe a little more, maybe you’ll find something you might want to try out,” Jaz waggled her eyebrows and turned and walked away.
He was there Saturday night. Jasmine had been informed of his presence by the doorman via a whisper during a cheek kiss when they arrived. He saw them enter, saw her receive the message, and then blended into the back corner of the first room where he could get a good view of the other patrons of the room as well as a peripheral view of the stage in center. He was anxious, but excited and in a good way. Could his Kris possibly like this? Could she possibly have these hidden kinks he’d never known about? He’d often wondered about her relationship with Jasmine, but he would have never asked her about it. Maybe he’d misjudged her, sexually, that is. Well, he supposed tonight was the night to find out. So he called over the waitress and ordered a soda and took his seat to watch as Kristen and Jasmine came in and found a seat.
He watched Kris, watched her reactions as the woman in the center of the room received her flogging. He saw the flush on her cheeks. He could see her breathing becoming more labored. He could tell her heart rate sped up by the thudding pulse in the hollow of her neck. He could see the light sheen of perspiration dotting her luscious skin. He could see her tight little nipples poking like daggers in that little bra she wore. Oh yes, his little Kris was turned on by what she saw. He watched her jerk ever so slightly when the man flogged his woman. He saw, rather than heard, her breath hitch when he got closer to her breasts and just grazed her nipples with the flogger. Yeah, she was into this, too. He’d have never believed it. Now he had to see what else she liked. He was dying to know.
CHAPTER SIX
Ethan walked behind the girls and waited until they were seated in the next room. Luckily they sat close to the door so Ethan could stand right inside the door in the shadow and watch her every reaction. He watched her take in her surroundings. She was making note of every piece of equipment in the room and he could see the little shiver that wracked her body when she focused on the trio entering the center of the room.
Her eyes were glued to the woman on the bed, restrained and blindfolded and receiving, if her moans and cries told the story, complete and utter pleasure. But his focus was on Kris. When she reacted, he glanced over to see what she was reacting to. He was taking it all in and he knew Jaz was as well. She was supposed to call later tonight or tomorrow so they could compare notes. He hadn’t thought that this would work, but now, he was seeing that it just might.
He watched as the woman was duel fucked, ass and pussy, and watched Kris as she came, sitting right there, watching as the woman apparently came as well…with both her holes filled. Wow! He never would have thought his Kristen would want anal sex or a threesome. He couldn’t believe there was this whole other side of her that he’d never seen, never known existed. But he planned to explore it now, for sure.
He followed yet again as the girls moved into the female/female room. It was set up much like the second room they’d been in, but he could tell this was girls with girls only. But men were allowed in to watch. And watch he did. He watched as his Kristen stripped and lay down on the table to have her arms and legs restrained, her pussy spread open to the spectators. Damn, she had the most beautiful fucking pussy he’d ever seen on a woman. He wondered what she would look like, feel like, if she were shaved or waxed. Not that he didn’t love her soft curls, but he just found something so fucking hot about a bare pussy. Well, he’d think about that later.
He continued to watch as Jasmine placed nipple rings on Kris’s pert, stiff little peaks. She was blindfolded now, he couldn’t remember when that happened, but he knew all her other senses would be heightened. He watched as she was fondled, sucked, licked and fucked to a screaming orgasm the likes he’d never brought out in her. Well, that was definitely going to change. He wasn’t going to miss out on anything else his little Kris wanted to experience. And he was damn sure going to be the one to give her the next and only other orgasms she ever had like that.
He left and drove home on auto pilot. He couldn’t get the look on Kris’s face or the screams wracking from her body as her orgasm took hold of her. He was no stranger to kinky sex. He’d had a girlfriend in college into the BDSM scene and he was her surrogate Dom for a while. She didn’t like anal and he’d never done it so he let that go. She liked spankings and flogging, but only lightly. He figured she was just trying something new and he was just a willing partner whom she could use to experiment her fledgling desires.
He’d learned the proper way to land a blow to a woman’s body so as not to inflict harm, only pleasure. He never ever wanted to hurt a woman, it wasn’t in his nature. Women were meant to be cherished and worshipped and treated with the utmost of care. That had been drilled into him by his parents from as far back as he could remember. And that’s what he was doing with Kris. But maybe he made her feel so much like a lady that she didn’t feel she could reveal her true sexual nature to him. Well, soon, she would. And he would make sure she got exactly what she needed…from him…only from him. Oh, yes, he knew what she wanted, needed, and he was ready, willing and able to give it to her. He just needed to talk to Jasmine.
His cell phone rang as soon as he stepped in the door. Checking the caller ID, he answered, “Jaz, is Kris okay?” concern laced his voice and Jaz could tell he was worried for her. “Kris is wonderful, Ethan. She’s in the shower so I don’t have much time to talk but I wanted to get your feedback on what you observed”, Jaz told him. “I have to admit, I was hesitant at first, but watching her reactions, how her body was absorbed in what was going on as much as her mind was. Then to watch her come so fiercely under your hand, my god, I nearly came in my pants right then. Jaz, can you get her there again next weekend? I want her to try out a few more things and I want to be the one giving her that pleasure. I want you involved as well so she won’t feel frightened. And I don’t want her to know it’s me. I will wear a mask and she will be blindfolded. I don’t want to let her know it’s me. I want to take this slow, work our way into it. If she knows it’s me, she might not let go. Just let her know that it’s someone you trust and that you’ll be there with her if she needs you. I want to see what I can do to pleasure her. Can you do that for me? Can you trust me now, Jaz?”
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