Show your Lines

*Scene 1 - Preparation*

Michelle strides silently down the hotel corridor, looking for Room 851. Her tall, 5-inch stilettos make no sound as their dagger-like heels made a procession of little depressions in the rich crimson carpeting. Her purse feels heavy, with the items she had been ordered to bring.

She hopes she will be on time. Her Master’s instructions, which she had found neatly typed on a piece of paper that had been slipped under her door while she had been at the gym teaching her aerobics class, had been very precise:

* She was to bathe, shave, and oil her body in preparation for the most rigorous test of her submission and obedience she had yet been challenged to endure.

* Michelle was to ensure that her cunt was freshly shaven, and totally, completely bare. Each wisp of hair found during her inspection would result in a punishment stroke.

* She must arrive with her asshole already well lubricated, and ready to be stretched open by whatever her Master intended to insert in her.

As for her attire, the instructions were simple and to the point:

* Michelle was to wear the new, black leather corset – the one that left her generous breasts completely exposed above the tight, black second skin and that fit snugly against the flare of her hips below her already small waist.

* The corset was to be laced as tightly as possible – Martin, the chauffeur, had had to help with that, when he arrived at her apartment to drive her to her destination. Knowing what was required, Michelle did not have to be told to stand erect and inhale while he pulled the laces ever tighter. He had made them even tighter than Mistress Danielle had, when she had been fitted at Taboo Fashions the other day.

* She was to wear black fishnet stockings, held up by the garters attached to the corset.

* And the shoes - those gloriously sexy, kinky shoes! Martin had brought them, and fitted them onto her feet while she stood next to her dining room table, holding onto a chair back to help her balance. She had never before worn such incredibly tall heels. These were the quintessential “FM” shoes. They definitely shouted “Fuck Me” to whoever saw them affixed to the end of such long, tantalizing legs.

That was it. There was nothing else to her outfit. She was permitted to wear a short kimono-like wrap over the corset, for entering the hotel. Martin had unlocked and removed the silver collar, telling her that she would not need it this evening.

Michelle had again enjoyed the glass of champagne that Martin had provided in the limousine. She had brought a tube of lubricant into the car with her. While Martin was driving, she had knelt on the floor of the car, leaning over the rear seat, waving her ass in his rear view mirror. She had put a placed a large swirl of jelly on her right index finger and had reached behind her to lubricate her asshole and to grease her tight, dark passage as far inside as her fingers could penetrate.

By the time they had arrived at the hotel, Michelle had used ½ of the tube’s contents, had three fingers making wet sloppy noises as they slid in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm, and had a very wet pussy from her own, self-made lubricant.

Before exiting from the car, Michelle had washed her hands, using the soap and hot, wet towel that Martin had thoughtfully provided.

She had briefly flashed her bald cunt at the middle-aged doorman who had opened the car door, as she had gotten out of the car. It was unavoidable, really, given the shortness of her wrap. Though she had not really tried to do so, she knew that he had gotten a glimpse of her tits, as well. “Well, he can have something to fantasize about when he goes home to fuck his wife, later,” she had thought.

Michelle’s passage across the hotel lobby had also been memorable. She had to walk very slowly in her fuck-me shoes, to maintain her balance. Her heels had sounded very loud on the polished marble floor. Everyone in the lobby had stopped, stared, and made way for her; like a flotilla of small boats scattering to escape the wake of powerful and regal yacht.

The elevator was empty as Michelle entered it. As she rode to the eighth floor, she opened the kimono and admired the sexy, erotic vision of the ultimate fantasy-fuck staring back at her from the mirrors that wrap around all sides of the elevator. All of the views were stunning:

* The rear view of her lovely, pear-shaped ass and cunt perched on top of the slim, firm thighs and the provocative fishnet stockings;

* The front view of her delicious, perfectly shaped tits and hard pink nipples spilling over the top of the smooth, black hourglass of the corset, and the boldly displayed naked pussy framed by the bottom of the corset, the garters, and the tops of the stockings;

* And especially the side view, where the swell of her high, firm breasts are lewdly spilling out and swaying above her tightly wrapped belly, and her creamy, succulent ass cheeks are a beautiful, rounded contrast to the tightly laced torso above them.

Michelle continued to pose in various lewd and provocative positions all the way to the eighth floor. She hurriedly rewrapped her body just as the elevator doors slide silently open. The corridor is quiet, and empty.

Michelle finds the door to room 851 at the far end of the corridor, around a corner, in a small alcove.

Following her instructions, she stands directly in front of the door. The corridor remains silent as a tomb. If anybody comes off the elevator, they would not see her in the alcove. Only the security-eye in the door to room 851 could see her.

Michelle takes a deep breath, and follows the rest of her instructions.

* She takes off her kimono coat and drops it to the floor. She stands there for a moment, enjoying the sinfully delicious sensation of being so exquisitely, provocatively attired where someone might chance to see her.

* She opens her purse, and takes out the tweezer-like nipple clips, with their silvery connecting chain. She affixes each clip to a nipple. She squeezes them tight; the way she knows her Master likes them. Her pink nipples are already fully erect and inflamed with the passion of the moment. She knows they would hurt terribly, later, when her Master removes them. She squeezes them an extra millimeter tighter, anticipating that future rush of painful exhilaration, and wanting to maximize it’s impact.

* The wide, silver-studded, leather collar goes around her neck, fastened in the back with a small padlock, for which she does not have the key. A silver chain leash dangles down between her breasts, affixed to the collar’s D-ring centered on her throat.

* She slips a finger along her ass-crack, checking the lubricant that was slowly seeping out of her hole.

* Next came the black satin blindfold, which went over her eyes and was held fast by an elastic band in the back.

Now she is ready to perform the final instruction.

Michelle takes a deep breath, spreads her legs apart and begins to massage her slick, smooth, clean-shaven pussy. Her fingers play with her slit and rub and pinch her sensitive, very aroused clit. She inserts fingers from both hands, one after the other, deep into her slippery-wet hole. She stifles a low moan, as her hips and ass sway back and forth.

She throws her head as far back as she can given the height and stiffness of the tight leather collar, so her long, blonde hair can brush against her neck, shoulders, and back. Her tongue plays over her lips, making them glisten and ready to give or receive passionate kisses. The leash’s chain swings back and forth between her breasts, like a pendulum.

She is ready. Her entire body is on fire, ripe and eager with anticipation. Her fingers are dripping with her cunt juices and are permeated with the sweet smell of herself. She has taken herself to the very brink of orgasm, and has managed to hold herself back, just barely, as she had been instructed.

At that moment, the door opens, and she is pulled silently inside, by her leash.

As the door closes behind her, she is pushed roughly to the floor; and placed into a kneeling position, with her ass raised high in the air, and her face and lips resting on her wet, sticky fingers on the carpet.

Michelle holds steady and does not flinch as the first stroke of the flogger lands on her upturned ass. “Thank you, Master – I am completely, totally yours,” she said. “You possess my body, my mind, and my soul.”

And so it began…

*Scene 2 - Prelude *

“You impertinent, presumptuous little slut!” It is not her Master, but Katia who has laid the sharp, quick stroke across Michelle’s ass. Michelle flinches as Katia increases the intensity and the rate of the strokes across her ass, alternating them from left, to right, bringing both of Michelle’s cheeks to a tingling redness.

“Spread your legs apart, bitch! Show me that naked cunt when I whip you!” Katia continues, as Michelle slides her knees as far apart on the carpet as she can, “How dare you forget what the feel of my whip on your ass feels like. Now, do you remember?”

As Katia challenges Michelle with her question, she delivers a vertical stroke that lands directly on Michelle’s crack, with the flogger’s tips curling down to land on Michelle’s sensitive, wet cunt.

Michelle cries out as the flogger lands on her pussy. She involuntarily sits up as she tries to move her ass out of the way. Someone else grabs her leash and yanks her head back down to the floor. A woman’s shoe stands on the leash, preventing Michelle from lifting her head again. Michelle’s pussy gushes with wetness, betraying her arousal, which begins to run down the inside of her thighs.

Katia pauses after the stroke across Michelle’s cunt, and says, “You will be punished for flinching like that, with three more strokes on that hot little snatch of yours. If you move or flinch again, you will receive three more. And you will thank me for each one, as it is delivered, and you will beg for another.”

With that, Katia swings the flogger in the air menacingly, making a sinister, whirring sound. Then the leather strips land on Michelle’s quivering cunt. This time, it lands squarely on her slit, with the flogger’s tips reaching around underneath to touch Michelle’s flesh on her belly, above her pussy. Thankfully, it is not a hard stroke. Nonetheless, a loud, sharp cry escapes from Michelle’s lips before she can whisper, “Thank you, Mistress Katia, may I please have another?”

Michelle repeats her request two more times, as the second and third strokes land on her pink cunt flesh. As the third stroke lands, Michelle nearly explodes in a violent orgasm, just barely keeping herself from jumping in the air from the intense combination of pain and pleasure.

After Michelle’s orgasm subsides, Katia kneels next to Michelle and kisses Michelle’s ass, and runs her tongue down her crack, from the top, across her well-lubricated asshole, and down to her aching cunt. Michelle almost comes again, as Katia licks her clit and wiggles her tongue deep inside her wide-open fuck-hole.

The person standing on Michelle’s leash then steps aside, and pulls Michelle up to a kneeling position. She is led, crawling, to a couch. Michelle can now hear, and smell, the unmistakable sounds and scents of fucking coming from the cushions.

A man is sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide apart. A woman is sitting on his cock, facing away from him, slowly sliding herself up and down his large, erect penis. Michelle’s head is positioned so she is directly in front of the splayed apart cunt lips that are methodically sliding up and down the man’s shaft. Katia commands ” Bring them both to orgasm, slut.”

Michelle licks the woman’s wet, slippery pussy lips as they move up and down, and sucks on the exposed, very aroused clit she finds at the top of the woman’s slit. By the size and shape of the ring piercing the clit, and the heavenly scent of the woman’s cunt juices, she can tell that this is Veronica’s pussy that she is ministering to. As Veronica slides slowly up the prick, Michelle licks the man’s cock, and rapidly flicks her tongue along the moving line where the cunt lips hug, and curl around, the cock.

Veronica lifts herself almost off the penis, so Michelle can lick the entire shaft, up to the bottom of the large, mushroom shaped head that is spreading Veronica’s cunt lips apart. Then she slides back down.

Michelle’s mouth follows Veronica’s pussy lips down, until Veronica has the entire cock lodged deep inside her. Michelle then takes the man’s balls into her mouth, and sucks them gently. They feel large, and full, ready to deliver their contents deep into Veronica’s cunt.

As Veronica slides up the cock again, her hands grasp the swollen dagger and jam it into Michelle’s mouth just as it pops free from her wet, wide-open cunt. Veronica holds Michelle firmly by her wavy blonde hair, forcing her to deep-throat the cock repeatedly. The cock feels bigger each time it is thrust to the back of her throat. It fills her mouth with an incredible, delicious fullness. She lets her teeth delicately rub against the cock flesh as it slides in and out of her mouth, to heighten the sensation on his erect, sensitive skin.

Michelle thrills to the feeling, taste, and smell of this wonderful tool. She wonders if this is her Master’s cock she is sucking. No – she corrects herself, the cock is fucking her mouth – it is in control, using her mouth solely for it’s own pleasure.

Veronica then retrieves the cock and slides it back into her pussy. She pulls Michelle forward again to lick and suck the heavenly combination of cock, cunt, and clit. She does not let go of Michelle’s hair, pulling Michelle’s face and extended tongue exactly where she wants them to be. Michelle enters a dream-like state. Only her mouth matters now. The rest of her body fades away.

As Veronica increases the tempo of the up and down rhythm, another woman straddles Michelle and sits on her tightly corseted back, facing her ass. Veronica reaches forward to fondle the woman’s tits, before returning her hands to Michelle’s hair. The woman who is riding Michelle starts to spank Michelle’s ass with the open palms of her hands, first alternating on each ass cheek, and then on both, together.

Katia, who is kneeling behind Michelle, tells her “I am going to slide a life-size dildo, made from a cast of your Master’s cock, in your ass. Open wide, and accept it. You must hold it inside you. If it begins to slide out, you will be severely punished.” Michelle spreads her legs as wide as she can with the third woman sitting on her back, as Katia positions the large imitation cock at Michelle’s back door. Her rider spreads her ass cheeks wide.

After rotating the rubber cock around her tight brown hole to oil it with the juices and lubricant seeping out of it, Katia slides it in with a single firm push. Michelle’s asshole opens to accept the dildo, and it stretches wide as the thick cock is slid deep into her dark passage. It goes in farther, and farther, and farther. It feels like it is reaching all the way into her belly. It fills Michelle completely. Katia leaves an inch or so protruding from Michelle’s ass, so her asshole cannot close around the dildo.

Michelle is having a very difficult time, with her attention divided between the cock and cunt she has arrayed in front of her still-blindfolded face; the large rubber cock buried in her ass that her muscles are grabbing and wanting to expel; and the regular slaps being rained on her ass from the woman who is now rocking back and forth on her corseted back. Michelle guesses that it is Loretta who is riding her like a fuck pony.

Veronica forces Michelle’s mouth wide open and orders her to take the man’s balls into her mouth. Michelle can feel them tighten and tremble as they prepare to release their load.

Finally, as Veronica’s body moves in a blur of up and down motion, the man’s cock spasms and delivers its load of hot creamy come into Veronica’s cunt, as she grinds her pussy down as far as she can on the large, pulsating shaft. Veronica cries out, in a perfectly timed orgasm to accompany her man. At the same time, Loretta’s spanking reaches a crescendo on Michelle’s upturned ass.

Michelle comes, her orgasm arriving in a sudden, overwhelming rush, while she has her mouth sucking on the man’s balls. In the midst of her own frenzied orgasmic spasm, her mouth feels them tense and pump the semen up the long, rigid shaft into Veronica’s waiting cunt.

Other than a quiet grunt as he spewed his copious come into Veronica, the man has not said a word.

After a long wait, Veronica slowly stands up, letting the semi-hard penis slip from her vaginal grasp. She commands Michelle to lick her pussy clean, and to clean the still pulsing cock with her tongue. Michelle eagerly runs her tongue up and down the shaft, gobbling up the dribbling come and cunt juice combination. She positions her mouth on Veronica’s gaping cunt and laps up the come as it slowly oozes out of her hole. It tastes absolutely wonderful.

The final ecstasy is when Katia slowly slides the long, hard dildo out of Michelle’s ass. It is the perfect denouement to a perfectly delicious, decadent, shared orgasmic experience.

And still, she does not know whose cock and come she has just tasted. She tries to imprint the scent, the taste, and the shape of the man’s penis into her memory. She wants to recognize this cock, and this man, again.

*Scene 3 – Preparations*

After Michelle has completely cleaned Veronica’s cunt of the semen that has been slowly sliding out of it, Loretta and Katia lift Michelle to her feet and lead her to a cushioned ottoman that is positioned in the middle of the room. Michelle is made to kneel on the plush, leather cushion of the ottoman. Once positioned correctly, with a few strokes of the whip to encourage her, Michelle’s ankles are bound with ropes and lashed to the ottoman’s legs, with her ankles angled out to each be at a corner of the plush cushion.

Michelle’s wrists are encircled with leather restraints, and shackled together with a snap clip. Her arms are lifted up, behind her head. Her wrists are positioned behind her neck.

A length of rope is then tied first to one ankle, then threaded through the snap shackle that links her wrist cuffs behind her neck, and then led down to her other ankle. Michelle is positioned so her ass is about six inches above the ottoman’s cushion, and her back is straight and as vertical as she can make it. The rope is then tightened and tied to the other ankle, making a pointed, triangular outline, framing her luscious, vulnerable ass between the angled ropes.

Next, a rope is tied around each elbow, and then attached to the ankle below it, as her arms are pulled as far back as possible, right over her feet. Michelle is completely immobile now. She could sit her ass down on her legs, but she knows she will be whipped if she does.

At this point, the doorbell to the suite rings.

The Master exclaims, “Room service, right on time! Loretta, please let him in.”

Yes! Yes! It “was” him. Michelle is elated, knowing now that it was “his” cock that Michelle had been serving, that it had been his cock fucking her mouth.

Loretta opens the door, and Michelle can hear a room service waiter enter the room, pushing a cart. Even though she is blindfolded, she can visualize the awestruck look on the waiter’s face as he sees her kneeling on the ottoman, facing the door, with her naked pussy aimed directly at him, and her lovely tits so elegantly lifted up and thrust out from having her arms and hands lashed firmly behind her neck.

“You may put the hors d’ouvres on the table over there,” Loretta explains to the waiter. And the flowers, give them to me so I may decorate our centerpiece. The waiter busies himself arranging the plates of food on the table. The delightful aromas that are wafting through the room awaken Michelle’s taste buds.

“Mike, she’s my little sister.”

“Mm, but your clit gets wet at the thought of me fucking her.”

“I know, but…”

“I could titty-fuck Anne, couldn’t I Jane?”

“Yes.” I could tell she was desperate not to respond erotically to what I was doing, but the wetness of my fingers told me her body was betraying her.

“Best of all though Jane would be to fuck Anne’s ass. Wouldn’t it? Just imagine my cock sliding in and out of that tight little asshole.” This time a moan betrayed Jane’s thoughts. I knew that in some ways she resented her glamorous little sister, and I wondered if the thought of Anne’s ass being ravaged gave Jane some wicked satisfaction. “But I wouldn’t just come in her ass, Jane, would I? I’d pull out before I came, and then what would we make her do?”

I could see Jane was in the finest dilemma, appalled at fantasizing about her sister but also hugely turned on by it.

“I don’t know.”

“You could make her suck my cock out of her ass, couldn’t you Jane?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I could make her suck your cock out of her ass.”

“Make who?”

“Anne.”

“Say it all.”

Jane shook her head, weary and disgusted and desperate. “I could make Anne suck your cock out of her ass.” I touched her clit. “Please don’t.” She was wetter than I had ever known.

I reached over to a dresser where Jane had some pictures, and rested one of Anne in front of her face. “You want me to fuck Anne’s ass?”

Jane nodded. She wanted it over.

“You want Anne to suck me after I’ve been in her asshole?” Another nod. “Or maybe you want to suck my cock after it’s been in Anne’s asshole?” As I was saying it I stroked Jane’s clit quite deliberately, and she exploded into the most unwilling but violent orgasm. After maybe twenty seconds she began to stop twitching, but not before I’d heard her mutter “Bastard”.

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The last night of our deal, we paid a quick visit to Anne’s apartment, arranged by Jane at my instruction. For a brief while Jane paid a visit to the bathroom, through Anne’s bedroom, while I chatted to Anne in the kitchen. Ten minutes later we were on the way home, but we left with more than we brought.

“How many pairs did you get?” I asked.

“Three. She shouldn’t notice they’re gone.”

“Used ones, from the laundry?”

“Yes. You sick bastard.”

“Colors?”

“One white, one pale blue, one pink. Oh and the pink one’s a thong. I thought you’d like that.” I did.

A little later Jane was once again tied to her bed, her asshole full of my come, her nipples stiff with anticipation as she waited for her own release.

I reached to the side of the bed, and lifted up Anne’s panties. “You thought these were for me, didn’t you?” I asked.

Jane stared blankly at her sister’s underwear. Who else were they for, she seemed to be thinking.

“But you see, little slut, it’s you I’m always thinking of.” I dropped the panties on Jane’s nipples, and she flinched as realization came.

“You fucking can’t!” It was the most rebellious I’d seen her.

“I fucking can,” I said, lifting the sky blue panties, turning them inside out and then pressing the crotch against Jane’s mouth. “Can you smell your sister’s cunt, Jane? Mm? I bet you can.” I picked up the pink thong, sought out the “tail” and draped it across Jane’s nose. “That’s pretty much where it would have been tight up against Anne’s asshole, isn’t it Jane?” I poked the final pair inside Jane’s soaking cunt, and focused on rearranging Anne’s panties as Jane moved her face from side to side trying to rid herself of the hateful items.

But it was an impossible struggle, and I pressed the ass of Anne’s thong tight against Jane’s nose, the cunt of the panties into her mouth. “Smell Anne’s ass, Jane, taste her cunt, and come for me now.”

There was nothing Jane could do, nothing, and she screamed the most sensational obscenities as the smell and taste of her own sister’s genitals gave her a final, terrible, wonderful orgasm.

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No of course we didn’t stop after seven days.