Show your Lines

*Doctor’s Orders - Chapter 8 - The Weekend Arrives*

The sun rose early over Lake Michigan and drenched the room in brilliant orange light. Erika was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. I put my arm around her and softly kissed the back of her neck.

“Good morning, Joe,” she said through her yawn.

“Good morning, Erika. Thanks for asking me to stay over last night. I had a good time.”

“Not as good as me, I’ll bet,” she replied. “Would you like some coffee? I don’t have to go to work for a couple of hours.”

“I sure would, if that is my only option this morning.”

Erika rolled over and put her arm around me, grabbed my butt and squeezed tightly. “I think you’d better stick with the coffee. Your friends could use some more rest. Who knows what Beverly intends to do to you this weekend.”

I then got the pleasure of seeing Erika’s exquisite naked body as she climbed out of bed. She went into the kitchen for a few minutes then went into the bathroom. I heard her turn on the shower.

“Will you hurry up and come wash my back?” she shouted from the other room.

Those football coaches that thought I was too slow may have changed their minds if they saw how fast I moved from the bed to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower where Erika was already washing her hair. She had her hands in her hair and was facing me. Her beautiful smooth skin, hairless as the day she’d been born, was covered with droplets of water. I couldn’t have stopped from getting an erection if I’d already been dead a week. I just stood there admiring the view as Erika rinsed out her hair.

“Okay, Stud. Wash my back,” she said as she turned her backside toward me.

“I’m sure I can do a much better job this way,” I said as I took her arms and gently turned her toward me. I put a dab of her bath gel on my hand and reached around her and started washing her back.

“You see, this way your body doesn’t move away from the pressure of my hands. My body blocks your forward progress. This is much more efficient.”

“It seems you are right, Joe. Please proceed,” said Erika.

I kissed her neck and shoulders as I washed the back of her neck and shoulders. Whatever I was washing in the back, I kissed the corresponding area in the front. Of course I enjoyed kissing her splendid tits again. Erika’s flat stomach was a sexy sight to behold as well. Just below that, her hips, her smooth mons veneris, and then down her legs to her toes.

I was still on one knee when I said, “If you’ll turn around I’ll wash your front side too.”

Erika said nothing but did turn around. That was all the permission I needed to start washing up the front and sides of her legs, kissing my way up her backside of course. It was extremely arousing to me feeling my hands slide up her legs to the warmth I found at their junction. Erika didn’t seem to be complaining about it either. I worked my way up to her incredibly nice breasts, which I’d found out were actually 36C, not D as I guessed. The letter of the alphabet didn’t deprive me of a bit of pleasure when I cupped her breasts and washed them. Her nipples were already standing up erect and proud when I reached them.

When I’d washed up to her neck she turned around, put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“That was the most wonderful shower I’ve ever taken, Joe. Let me wash you now,” she said.

I just stood and smiled. I really didn’t want to let go of her firm buns, but eventually I had to as she worked her hands down my backside. She returned the favor of kissing me down the front as she washed. She started giggling when she reached my pubic area.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t kiss that awful stubble. It is like kissing a stiff brush! I’ll just give you some extra kisses where there is no hair.”

Then she kissed her way up and down the shaft of my cock, using her tongue a great deal in the process. I didn’t feel cheated that she skipped my balls and the rest of my pubic region. My cock was hard as iron and felt like it was on fire. I was thankful that this teasing was going to end in a day or two. It would be embarrassing if I got an erection every time I saw a pretty woman in public. I’m sure it was coming to that soon.

Erika washed me down to me feet then turned me around and washed the front of me, kissing her way up my back. When her hands reached my genitals, she washed them thoroughly and carefully. The stubble didn’t seen to bother her hands as much as it did her mouth. She washed my cock with long, slow strokes until it started to throb in her hand. Then she moved up to my belly, my chest and even washed my face and hair for me. I smelled like lavender since she used her bath gel on me, but I was clean, the shower was quite exciting and I’d be able to take another shower with a more masculine scented soap before my meeting this afternoon.

“Um, Erika,” I said. “I don’t think I’m quite clean.”

“I’m not falling for that. If I got you any cleaner I’d have to rinse the shower for ten minutes to clean up the mess you made! Now turn around and thank me for washing you. I’ll take one long wet kiss as payment.”

I did as she asked with my cock pressed up against her belly and my hands on her face just below her ears. One kiss turned into two and then two to three. Our hands were all over each other’s backsides.

Erika finally broke the kiss and said, “We should stop this before we run out of hot water. A little cold water may do us both some good, but I’d rather try to cool down more slowly. We know you aren’t going to get any relief right now and I won’t ask you to give me any. You did more than enough last night.”

Erika’s eyes were twinkling. I guess I’d done better than okay last night.

“Let’s go get some coffee then,” I said.

Erika turned off the water and we dried ourselves. Erika got dressed in a very professional looking gray suit wit a knee length skirt. I had nothing else to wear so I put on the same clothes I wore last night. I thought that if I were going to be “dating” the girls, I’d better start carrying a change of clothes and a shaving kit in my car.

The coffee was ready when we got to the kitchen. We sat at the table and sipped coffee, ate bagels and made small talk until Erika had to go to work. I went home to get ready for my afternoon appointments.

I did shower and change my clothes before I left the house. I felt much more comfortable smelling like “Irish Spring” than I did lavender, but it sure wasn’t as much fun washing myself as it was having Erika do it. She was everything a man could want in a woman. She was beautiful, witty, and intelligent and she didn’t require being dominant or submissive to get turned on. She could do either or neither. Sexually she was a man’s dream come true.

I had my afternoon meeting at 1:00 and set up three more days of shooting catalog shots next week. They were going to have me shoot men. I’d photographed men before and while that wasn’t my specialty, they provided the clothes, the models and the makeup artists. If the models were experienced my job was simply technical and the technical side of photography was a breeze for me. Shooting men’s fashion was going to be a relief. I hardly needed any more titillation!

I was home by 2:30. Bonnie, the model that needed new résumé shots, was coming by at 3:00. I’d known Bonnie for a couple of years, but only professionally. She was a little different than a high fashion model. She was shorter and had more curves. Her build was similar to that of Erika’s, but Bonnie wasn’t as fit and lean looking. Still, Bonnie was a beautiful young woman and worked regularly.

Bonnie arrived right on time and alone. Some aspiring models like to bring a chaperone when they visit a photographer they don’t know. I didn’t mind at all as long as the chaperone kept their mouth shut and didn’t tell me what to do or the model how to pose. That was my job and I was damned good at it. That is why I was making a six figure income working on average three days a week. Bonnie was a pro and knew me personally and by reputation.

I didn’t come on to clients or models working for my clients. That was a hard and fast rule. My mentor in the business learned that the hard way as a very young man and he pounded into my head every chance he got.

“You have to choose, Joe,” he used to say. “Do you want to eat or get laid? Once you try to seduce one model that isn’t interested, she’ll tell everyone in town. You will end up working at a department store portrait studio. I didn’t want to move from New York to Chicago, but I was going to either starve or find a new line of work. I love photography so I had to move. Then I learned a secret about models. If you act like you aren’t interested, they’ll get interested in you! Just be patient, my boy, and you’ll eat well and get laid too!”

I started out working in Chicago and I was quite happy here. I didn’t make the mistake old Gus did, so I didn’t have to move. He was absolutely right. I ate well and got laid plenty. He was nearly 70 when he retired and he was still getting laid. Gus was my idol!

“Bonnie! You look ravishing as usual! Let’s get that beautiful face on film,” I said to her with a big smile.

No, I wasn’t coming on to her. Complimenting a model was often required to get them comfortable enough to pose well. It was important NOT to say something like “Bonnie, your tits look great!” You kept the compliments generic or talked about their eyes or smile. Keep sex out of it and stay four feet away from her. Gus taught me that too. Don’t get within four feet of a model when you are working alone with her. If you need to get closer to move her hair or make another adjustment, you ask permission. The model must not feel unthreatened.

“Thanks, Joe. You’re looking pretty good yourself. I heard you and Karen broke up. I heard you took it pretty hard but it looks like you’re doing okay now.”

“I did take it hard, but that is behind me now. I’m feeling pretty darned good to tell you the truth.”

Of course I didn’t tell her that my good mood was because I’d had incredible sex with four beautiful women just last weekend. Four beautiful women? She’d never believe it anyway. I hardly believed it myself.

“Do you need anything, Bonnie? Maybe something to eat or drink? Or you could freshen up first if you like. I’m ready to get started whenever you are.”

“I don’t need anything, Joe. I’d just like to touch up my makeup a bit, but I can do that in the changing room.”

I had the formal dining room converted into a studio. It was great for portraits. There was a guest bedroom just outside the studio and I had that outfitted with clothes racks, a small refrigerator stocked with only diet soft drinks and a couple of makeup tables with lighted mirrors. I called that the changing room. Bonnie had been here before, so she was familiar with it. There was a bathroom attached to the changing room so a model had everything she needed if she decided to have a hissy fit and stay in there all day. Fortunately this didn’t happen often.

When Bonnie emerged from the changing room she looked stunning. She was wearing a glittery blue evening gown. It showed some of Bonnie’s ample cleavage and had a low scoop back. The dress clung to her every curve and Bonnie had plenty of them. Her blonde hair and deep blue eyes went perfectly with the dress.

“You look stunning in that gown, Bonnie. How about starting with your back towards me. Good. Now turn about 30 degrees to the right, put your hands on your hips and look over your shoulder at me. Beautiful! Now give me a sexy pout. Great! Now smile again. Big smile! Good job! Okay, now turn sideways. Got it. Now put your hands behind your head. That’s fantastic. You’re a gem, Bonnie. I love working with you.”

Bonnie was truly a pro. She was as easy to pose as any model I’d ever worked with. She could even understand me when I told her to turn 30 degrees. Any model would understand quarter-turn but a lot of them got lost if you used any fraction smaller than that. She was too short to do the high fashion shots, and too curvy to do petite or junior fashions, but when you needed curvaceous and sexy, well, Bonnie was the one I’d call.

Next she changed in to a pair of short shorts and a skimpy blouse. Bonnie was tanned nicely and it contrasted with well with her hair too. She changed into at least six different outfits and all was going well. She was very sexy and of course I’d been horny all week, but I was working now and only thinking about my work. Then Bonnie came into the studio with her last outfit on.

It was a shiny black string bikini. Now that was distracting even if I was a professional. I was still a man and a man that had been teased all week. I did my best to maintain my composure and I’m sure I did except below the waist. I started to stiffen. I don’t think Bonnie could see what was happening in my jeans, but somehow she knew that she’d gotten to me. She gave me a look that told me in no uncertain way that she knew I was aroused and she was enjoying it.

“Great suit, Bonnie. Let’s do some standing shots first.”

Oh God! It was a thong. Like this wasn’t hard enough already.

We went through about 20 poses in the bikini and then she said, “Just one more thing, Joe.”

Then she removed the top.

“I’d like to get some bare breasted shots. After all, they are what distinguish me from a lot of other models in this town. They are nice aren’t they?” she asked as she held them up and together with her hands.

Damn! I was wishing she’d brought her boyfriend with her. That would make this a lot easier.

“They sure are, Bonnie. They’re very nice. Okay, just hold that pose. Now turn your head away just a little and look up. That was a nice pose, Bonnie. Turn one quarter towards me, cross your arms under your breasts and hold that. Good! Okay, now shrug your shoulders and hold. Now put your chin down a little and look up at me with those beautiful eyes. Great shot! Let me get that one again.”

It wasn’t like I’d never photographed a bare-breasted woman before. Shooting nudes was nothing new to me. I’d just never photographed one as attractive as Bonnie, alone in my house, after five days of teasing and denial. My cock was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans.

“I’m about out of ideas, Bonnie. Anything else you want to do?” I asked.

“I think we’ve got enough photos. When will the proofs be ready?” she asked.

“I can have them for you by noon Monday if you are in a hurry. I’ve got a three day job after that, so I won’t be able to see you until Friday if Monday isn’t good for you. I could send them by courier if you like.”

“Why don’t you give me a call on Friday. I’m not in any hurry.”

“Sure, no problem.” It looked like I was going to get through this day without cumming in my pants after all.

“Damn!” exclaimed Bonnie. “I need some help, Joe.”

“What is it?”

“My bikini is snagged on this wicker bench. I’m either going to need some help getting free or I’ll need to leave the bikini here. I’d just leave it but I paid $200 for this tiny bit of fabric.”

“Do you want me to get you a robe?” I asked.

“Don’t bother. You’ve been looking at my tits for the last twenty minutes, just come over here and help me.”

Well, I’d stayed away from her like Gus told me to. But now she was asking me to come over and help her. I really didn’t have much choice. I walked over to her, kind of stiffly because of the discomfort in my jeans, but I made it.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. Gus’ golden rule, NEVER touch the model unless she gives you permission.

“Just see if you can pull the fabric away from the wicker. This suit is expensive so try not to put a snag in it, please! Here, give me your hand and I’ll put it where I feel the snag.”

Bonnie took my right hand, looked me right in the eye, put my hand on her voluptuous breast and held it there. I didn’t pull away. It just felt to damn nice to.

“Do you feel it, Joe?” she asked in a sultry voice and with and equally sultry face. Bonnie did sultry as well as any woman on the face of the planet.

“Uh, Bonnie, uh thank you, but we shouldn’t…” I stammered.

“Relax, Joe. It’s okay. I broke up with Ian two months ago,” she explained as she took her other hand and found my erection through my jeans. “Karen is history for you and I know you want me. This can’t lie,” she said as she stroked my erection.

“God, Bonnie. Every straight man on the face of the Earth wants you. You are incredibly sexy. I do want you, but I can’t. I’m sorry,” I said reluctantly.

She continued stroking my erection as she asked, “Why not? Professional ethics? How about taking this big boy out and I’ll see if I can change your mind.”

“Bonnie, you can’t possibly know how bad I want to do that, but I have to say no.” I pulled my hand from her breast and carefully sat down straddling the bench. Bonnie looked stunned that I’d turned her down, but as fine as she looked, it was probably the first time she’d ever had that happen. Shit! She could probably convert some gay men!

“Well, I’m not going to beg you, Joe. That big erection you’ve got has allowed me to keep my self esteem, but I’d sure like to know why you aren’t interested.”

“There is someone else, Bonnie. Someone that isn’t in the business. I’ve made a commitment not to have sex with anyone else. Please believe me, if there was anyone that could tempt me to break my promise, it is you. You are one of the most beautiful, sexy women I’ve ever seen and I’m in the business of photographing beautiful, sexy women. I’m sorry, but I’m really serious about this relationship and not even you could get me to break my word.”

“I wouldn’t want to, Joe. You’re a sweet man and I’m sorry I didn’t get to you before your new love did. She’s a lucky girl,” said Bonnie. She followed her statement with a kiss. It was a friendly kiss, not a sexy wet one.

“Thanks, Bonnie. I’m glad you understand.”

“I do understand, Joe. Some models do. We aren’t all stuck up bitches that just use men. I just want you to know that if things don’t work out with your new love, I want you to give me a chance. I certainly won’t promise to wait for you, but if we are both free at the same time, I think we could make some fireworks together.”

“I’m sure we could. I’m really flattered that a woman like you, who can wrap any man in Chicago around her little finger, is interested in me.”

“Since you turned me down, I’m going to have to make some more demands on you professionally. I expect you to deliver the proofs personally on Friday. I’ll meet you at Chinn’s Crabhouse at noon and I expect you to buy me lunch. I’ll probably have to pay you a couple thousand for the new portfolio, so you can afford it. You can even write it off as a business expense.”

“It would be my pleasure to buy you lunch. See you Friday. Now are you still snagged or are you going to get dressed and leave?”

“My heart was snagged but you’ve cut the line. I’ll just hope that if you don’t go fishing again soon, I meet some nice guy that is. My suit was never snagged. I lied to get you over here.”

Bonnie got dressed, packed up her stuff and left. I was glad there were no hard feelings. If Beverly hadn’t cured my sexual depression last weekend, Bonnie probably could have today. I was feeling pretty cocky that Bonnie wanted me. As if it wasn’t enough that Beverly, Erika, Julie and Meredith did.

I looked at that clock. It was 5:20. I had to be at Beverly’s in 10 minutes. Since I was going to be naked in front of Beverly and some strangers shortly, I ran through the shower and put on some clean clothes. I ran through the gate to Beverly’s back door. I was there at precisely 5:30. Thank goodness for Army basic training.

Beverly met me at the back door and gave me a hug. She was dressed casually in jeans and a blouse.

“Right on time, Joe. Your hair is wet, but it is short and will dry quickly. You must have rushed.”

“I did. I had a model over for a shoot and she didn’t leave until 5:20.”

“Well, let’s go. We don’t want to keep the girls waiting. Your first session is going to be a long one.”

Beverly drove me to a small shop that did electrolysis and waxing. The door was locked, but someone answered it when Beverly knocked. She was a petite woman, probably a bit older than Beverly and had short light brown hair.

“This is Jan, Joe,” said Beverly. “She owns the shop. She’s a regular at my club so this isn’t anything new to her.”

“Pleased to meet you, Joe,” said Jan as she extended her hand and gave me a big smile.

I shook her hand and answered in kind.

“Come on in back, Joe. There will be six of us working on you tonight since there is such a large area to cover.”

“Six of you?” I asked. I felt my face flush. I wasn’t very comfortable with showing my stubbly crotch to a bunch of strangers. Jan saw me blush.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Joe. We do this all the time. I’ll bet we’ve done electrolysis on a dozen men’s privates this year and it is only June. You’ll hate the procedure, but you’ll love the result. I guarantee both!” said Jan with a smile.

We stepped into the back room and there was a padded table in the center of it, with six stools around it. There was an intense light over the table. Soft music was playing and scented candles were burning around the room. There were also five more women in the room. There was one that looked like she was still in high school, several that looked like they were in their twenties and thirties and one that had to be in her mid to late forties.

“Girls, this is Joe. Joe, this is Denise, Kim, Kim, Kathy, and my pride and joy, Elizabeth.”

So Kathy was the oldest one and Elizabeth was the youngest one. There were two Kims and a Denise too. I’d probably remember Jan, Kathy and Elizabeth, but there were too many new names and faces to keep them all straight.

“Sorry we couldn’t get five unique names for you, Joe, but the Kims both refuse to change their names. Elizabeth is my daughter. She graduated from high school just a couple of weeks ago. She’s going to learn the business. Don’t worry; I won’t let her work on your privates. Kathy and I will do that. Now why don’t you get undressed and lay back on the table. I’ll get you some sunglasses. That bright light gets irritating when you are looking straight up at it, even when your eyes are closed.”

I undressed and climbed up on the table. It was weird being naked in front of all these fully clothed women. I caught a couple of them looking at my dick, but they maintained a professional air about them. There were no crude remarks, no whistles, no catcalls, just cool professionalism. This helped me maintain my composure and I didn’t pop an immediate woody.

Jan put sunglasses on me. “Just relax, Joe. Beverly brought a topical anesthetic that will make this process painless. The women all put head mounted binocular magnifying glasses and latex gloves on. All of the women were reasonably attractive, but you sure couldn’t tell with those glasses on. I could still see that Elizabeth had a pretty nice rack stuck in her tube top, but there was nothing else titillating to see. I didn’t want an erection so I mad a point not to look at Elizabeth.

Beverly put on latex gloves and squeezed some cream out of a tube. She squirted a line of it from my ankle up to my groin and then another line on the other side. The women started rubbing it into my skin with their gloved hands. The cream was cool and tingled a bit. I was doing fine until Beverly started rubbing it into my scrotum with both hands. The result was an instant erection. I couldn’t help it, so I just closed my eyes and tried to relax. Beverly covered my entire groin area and the other women covered every other part of my body that showed any stubble.

“That should do it,” said Jan. “Kim, try it on his leg and see if it is numb.”

I felt her touch me but the skin was numb. I heard a little electrical discharge and felt a little pressure, but no pain.

“Did you feel any pain, Joe?” asked Jan.

“No,” was my simple reply.

“Okay. Kim and Elizabeth go ahead and get busy on his legs. I’m going to try a couple of more delicate spots, Joe. Just tell me if you feel any pain.”

I still had my eyes closed. I felt pressure right at the base of my cock, but again, no pain. The electrical discharge noises were coming pretty quickly now, so I couldn’t tell which sound came from the needle at my cock.

“Okay, Joe?” asked Jan.

“Fine.”

“Good. Go ahead and do that area, Kathy. How about this, Joe?” asked Jan as I felt her handling my scrotum.

“No pain,” I replied.

“Excellent! We’ve got somewhere between 90 minutes and 3 hours before this stuff wears out. Just let us know if it starts to hurt and we’ll apply some more anesthetic,” said Jan.

The women worked quickly and efficiently. They made small talk while they worked. It was over two hours before I started feeling little burns where they touched me. I mentioned it and they covered me with cream again. An hour later they were done with my front side so I rolled over and they anesthetized my backside. Fortunately this was a massage table that had an opening for my face. It was so comfortable that I actually dozed off while they did my back. The back was easier to do and it only took them two and a half hours. It was just starting to sting when they finished.

“Okay, Joe. All done!” announced Jan. “Turn over and let me check you over.”

I rolled over and Jan looked me over from my toes up to my neck with her glasses.

“Not a hair in sight! Great job, ladies. Let’s pack up and go home,” said Jan.

Beverly said, “The first round is on me, Joe,” as she handed a check to Jan. “You’ll need to come back weekly but the treatments will be shorter each time. I’ll give you plenty of anesthetic cream so it won’t be too unpleasant for you. I’ll let you work out the details with, Jan.”

“Thank you Beverly and Joe. It’s a pleasure to work with such a cooperative subject, especially when he is such a handsome young man,” said Jan.

I got dressed and we headed out to an all night deli to get something to eat. It was past midnight and I still hadn’t had dinner. I was famished.

“So how was it, Joe? Was it as bad as you expected?” asked Beverly as she drove.

“Once I got past the part of showing my naked stubble-covered body to an old lady, an 18 year old girl and a bunch more strangers, it wasn’t bad at all. I practically dozed off.”

“I thought you looked pretty relaxed. Believe me, it gets easier every time you do it. Your treatments will become less frequent until eventually you don’t need to go at all. You’ll be deliciously smooth all the time, and that is how I like you! Just don’t let them do your face, please! It changes the texture of your skin and makes your face look less masculine. I’d really appreciate it if you just kept shaving that.”

“What about the rest of me? Doesn’t it make me look less masculine to be hairless?” I asked.

Beverly reached over and found my cock through my pants. The contacts made it start swelling. “Only a man has a tool like this one! Unless it falls off, hairless skin isn’t going to make you seem less manly to me.”

Beverly continued to play with my cock until we reached the deli. She took her hand away.

“Maybe we can just sit in the car and talk for a few minutes while we wait for your erection to soften a bit,” said Beverly.

“That suits me fine, Beverly. I don’t think I could stand up right now if I wanted to.”

Beverly leaned over and put her hand behind my neck and pulled my face closer to hers. “I wanted to talk to you about the pain we’ve been inflicting on you. I know it’s been trying for you. We’re just testing your limits, Joe. We don’t want to hurt you. It just excites Julie and me if we warm your bottom a bit. There is that fine line between pleasure and pain. We’re learning where your line is. We’ve taken you as far as you can go without totally ruining the pleasure for you. We aren’t going to take you that far again, I promise. We want you to enjoy our games as much as possible so we’ll adjust the pain level down a notch or two where you’ll be more comfortable.”

“Thanks, Beverly. I don’t want to be a wimp and use the safe word, but I was tempted to,” I confided.

“And I don’t want you to need the safe word. If you use it then I want it to be because you have a cramp, or aren’t feeling well. I certainly don’t want to inflict enough pain on you that you’d need it to stop me.”

“Then why inflict pain on me at all?” I asked.

“I can’t explain it, Joe. I’m bit of a sadist along with my issue of being in control. Dominating and controlling you sexually excites me. I also enjoy making you struggle in your bonds. Warming your bottom accomplishes this. Let me give you a tip. If you struggle and make it look like it hurts, there is no reason to inflict more pain. Meredith does that and Erika is even better at it. Erika is quite an actress when she plays a submissive role.”

“Well, I guess if it gives you pleasure, it is only fair that I do that in exchange for the pleasure you bring me,” I said.

“That’s the spirit! We talked about it before. I’ll do something you like if you’ll do something I like. It is the same idea as the give and take that is involved in any personal relationship. And that isn’t all, Joe. Don’t you enjoy just a little pain?”

I thought about it a second and answered truthfully. “Yes. I don’t enjoy the kind of pain that makes me gasp for breath, but I have to admit that a little mild pain sort of excites me when it is a beautiful woman inflicting it.”

“That is the submissive in you, Joe. It excites you that a woman can control you so completely that you are willing, even anxious to receive pain to please her,” said Beverly. “When I whipped your testicles, which I apologize again for doing too hard, did you notice that it excited you?”

“Not when you first did it. It scared the hell out of me at first, but after you finished my balls had a dull ache, similar to what they feel after a really intense orgasm. That feeling was pretty intense when you played with them. It was more than just a little stimulating.”

“I’ll be really careful to make it stimulating and not painful in the future. I don’t want to feel for myself because I know what will happen, but is your erection soft enough to go inside now?” she asked.

“Yes. Let’s go eat!”

There was the possibility of being overheard in the restaurant so we kept our conversation on more conventional topics. After finishing our meal, we got back in the car and headed home. Beverly was stroking my through my jeans. It was a good thing that she was driving instead of me. I surely would have run the car into something.

“Finally home,” said Beverly. “It’s late, almost 1:30. Let’s get your examination over with and then we can go to bed.”

Beverly sat on the couch and I dropped my jeans and shorts to my knees. My cock was already fully erect because of the teasing in the car and the anticipation of more to come in the house.

Beverly didn’t reach right for my balls like she usually did. Instead, she started exploring my whole body with her fingertips.

“I love the way you feel smooth, Joe. This is even better than when we shaved you last weekend. So smooth!” said Beverly as she finally explored her way to my genitals. “Your scrotum feels absolutely fantastic! So soft and smooth! Your testicles are even heavier than they were last weekend! I knew this teasing would cause some swelling, but I never dreamed that it would cause this much.”

Beverly pushed my seemingly perpetually erect cock up towards my stomach and kissed one of my nuts. The kissed the other one. The sensitivity of my electrolyzed scrotum was incredible. I could feel the texture, warmth and wetness of her lips. Likewise, I could feel with incredible detail, the touch of her tongue as licked my scrotum.

“How does that feel, Joe?” she asked just before she sucked one testicle into her warm, moist mouth.

“It feels unbelievably good, Beverly. It’s like the skin of my sac is now the most sensitive part of my body. Your touch is wonderful!” I replied.

“Is there any discomfort?”

“It feels like I have a mild sunburn there and a few other places on my body, but it isn’t really painful.”

“That will probably be gone by the time you wake up. Would you like to go home now? Or would you prefer to spend the night with me?” asked Beverly.

“Would staying with you involve being whipped, teased, and denied an orgasm?” I inquired.

“Well, no, yes and yes, if it is up to me,” she said with a smile. “I’d want to do all three, but your skin is a bit sensitive and I don’t want to whip you. I’d just like to tease you for a while and then go to sleep.”

I’d like nothing better than to spend the night with Beverly and empty my aching balls a couple of times, but that option wasn’t offered. I could go home and spend the night alone, or I could spend the night here and be teased and denied yet again. It didn’t take me long to decide which option was more desirable.

“I’d like to stay, Beverly. Or shall I call you Mistress?”

“I’m glad you’re staying Joe. You can call me Mistress after we get into the bedroom.”

Beverly turned and walked into the bedroom. I didn’t have to be told to follow her.

“Close the door behind you and get undressed, Joe,” said Beverly. Her tone had changed. She was no longer my dear friend Beverly. She was now dominatrix Beverly.

I closed the door and took off my clothes.

“Come here. Now spread your legs apart and put your hands behind your back,” she ordered.

Despite the fact that Beverly was still fully clothed and wasn’t touching me, just standing in front of her naked and in this submissive pose, made my cock start to swell. She walked around me slowly, touching me softly with her hands, apparently enjoying the feeling of my smooth skin.

“They did a good job. I can’t find one hair on your body,” said Beverly as she returned to stand in front of me and grasped my hairless balls. “This is the most important place to keep smooth. I’ll inspect your balls again after you clean them up. Undress me now.”

Beverly turned her back to me and I reached around and unbuttoned her blouse. I removed it and then unbuckled her belt and pushed her jeans down. She wriggled her hips to assist me. As she stepped out of them I unclasped her bra, releasing the breasts that I considered absolutely perfect. I’d been warned that I should call her Mistress once we got to the bedroom, so I didn’t dare take any liberties, although I longed to take her breasts in my hands, press my body against hers, and cover her neck and shoulders with kisses. My cock was standing up straight and proud, anticipating the relief I probably wasn’t going to get tonight.

I slid my hands into the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down, exposing her luscious looking ass. I dropped to one knee so I could pull them all the way to her ankles. It was positively painful to resist kissing her lovely cheeks with my face just inches away, but I didn’t dare. As bad as I wanted to cum I wanted to please Beverly, my mistress, even more. She liked controlling me so I was going to do exactly what she asked me to.

“Now go into the bathroom and turn on the water in the tub. I want to take a bath,” instructed Beverly. “Come back here once it is running.”

I walked into the master bath and turned on the water in the large Jacuzzi tub. It was made of pink cultured marble and had gold plated fixtures. Beverly stared at my throbbing erection as I returned to her. I couldn’t help but have my dick twitch a little when I came back to Beverly and saw how beautiful her body looked, naked and hairless.

“It appears that you are enjoying yourself, Joe. Or at least your friend there is. Come here and kiss me,” she ordered.

I was anxious to comply. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the lips. Beverly responded by pulling me tightly into her and probing my mouth with her tongue. Encouraged by her aggressiveness, I put my hands on her lovely ass and squeezed. Beverly squeezed my ass in return and continued kissing me deeply. She moved her body just enough to tease my erection which was pressed up against her belly.

We kissed for several minutes when she announced, “Time for our bath.” She took my hand and led me to the tub which was only half full, and turned off the water.

“Get in,” she said. Beverly wasn’t her usual verbose self tonight. She was planning something and I knew it.

I got in the tub gingerly because the water was hotter than I expected it to be. As soon as I was seated, Beverly got in with me and used my chest for a backrest. Once we were both in, the water level rose up to my chest. This position suited me just fine. Any position that had Beverly’s naked body pressed up against mine was all right as far as I was concerned. She reached for a switch outside the tub and turned on the Jacuzzi jets.

Beverly leaned her head back, resting it on my right shoulder, and closed her eyes.

“Doesn’t this feel wonderful, Joe?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress. The tub is comfortable but it feels wonderful to have you touching me.”

Beverly smiled without opening her eyes. “What a charmer you are, Joe. I like touching you too.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You could make me feel even better. I’d like you to do whatever you think will make me feel good, but without moving from this position. It is extremely relaxing and I don’t want to move,” said Beverly.

This wasn’t the bitchy dominatrix Beverly, but a softer, kinder, yet still in charge Beverly. I was sure I was going to like this Beverly.

I started by putting my arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. Beverly relaxed even more and I could feel her weight sink into my body. I could only reach about half way down her thighs so I moved my hands there and slowly moved them from her mid thigh to hipbone several times. Then I moved my hands across her belly and cupped the underside of each breast while I kissed her neck and shoulder. I longed to take her lovely orbs in my mouth, but I couldn’t reach them while we were in this position. I had to settle for caressing her breast and lovely pink nipples with my hands. We’d slid down in the tub so that her breasts were under water and the warm water on them added a bit of additional titillation.

I continued to play with her breasts eliciting several contented sighs from the beautiful Beverly. She hadn’t opened her eyes for several minutes but she was still smiling a cute little closed mouth smile. She put her hand on my left hand and moved it off her breast and on to her left thigh. She moved my hand to her inner thigh and then let go, convinced that she’d made her wishes clear.

Slowly, very slowly, I moved my hand toward the object of my desire. My cock was throbbing against her back as I lightly touched her outer labia. This brought another sigh from Beverly. I spent at least 10 minutes rubbing every millimeter of her soft pussy with my left hand while fondling her breasts with my right. When I felt her start to tense up, I concentrated on her clitoris and nipples and was rewarded by her shuddering orgasm. There was no screaming, just a tightening of her muscles and a few soft moans, followed by complete relaxation of her body.

“Would you like me to continue, Mistress?” I asked.

“No, Joe. That was perfect. Just hold me,” she answered.

I put one arm across her breasts and the other around her waist and squeezed her gently until she told me to release her. Beverly was able to turn around in the tub so she was facing me. She put her legs under mine and my feet were beside her hips.

“Just relax and enjoy this, Joe. Don’t try to do a thing,” she said.

I leaned back in the tub and closed my eyes. I felt Beverly’s hands playing with my swollen erection. One hand then dropped to my balls. The feeling of her hands on my genitals in the warm water was incredible. The warmth and the several days of teasing made me extremely sensitive.

“Your balls feel so nice, Joe. I just love playing with them when they are so smooth. The warm water makes them feel even better. It also makes your scrotum loosen up so your balls move more freely. I’m going to bring you close to orgasm now, Joe. I may not be able to tell as easily when you are about to climax, so you’ll have to tell me when to stop. You are NOT to cum in the tub. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said.

Beverly stroked my hard cock and temporarily weightless balls. It was only a minute or so until I was ready to shoot my wad.

“I’m going to cum, Mistress,” I said. But Beverly didn’t stop.

“Good for you, Joe. You told me in plenty of time. Now hold back. Just keep your stomach muscles relaxed and I’ll bet you can take another minute of this.”

“Please, Mistress. Stop now or I’ll cum now,” I begged.

“You can take it. Just relax. Stop that squirming! If you keep relaxed you won’t cum. Just another minute, Joe.”

I started feeling desperate. “Please, Mistress! I don’t want to disappoint you. Please stop unless you want me to cum now!”

“Oh, alright. I’ll help you if you don’t have enough self control,” said Beverly. She used her old trick of wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the top of my scrotum and pulling my balls down hard. She did not stop stroking my cock though.

“Since you can’t control yourself, I’m going to keep doing this a while longer. I can control your orgasms even if you can’t,” she announced with a wicked smile. She then continued to torture me for what seemed like another hour. In reality it was probably five minutes. She finally stopped stroking my super sensitive cock and released my balls a few seconds later. My balls felt like someone had stepped on them.

Beverly stood up and stepped out of the tub, leaving me high and dry again. Well, she told me she was going to tease and deny me again, and she did just that. I had the chance to go home and go to bed but I chose to stay here. I was wondering just how many loose screws I had.

“Come on, Joe. Dry off, brush your teeth and let’s go to bed. Your long week of teasing is coming to an end. It is three o’clock Saturday morning and I promised to let you cum this weekend. Your relief has to less than forty-five hours away.”

I had a feeling this was going to be the longest weekend of my entire life. Ten minutes later I joined Beverly in her bed and cuddled up behind her as she lay on her side. My erection, which I was afraid was going to become permanent, was pressed up against her lovely bottom. My right arm was around her and my hand cupped her breast. Beverly fell asleep within seconds. Had I been allowed an orgasm I would have fallen asleep quickly too. It had been a very long day. It took nearly an hour, but eventually I did sleep.

I woke up to the pleasant feeling of Beverly’s hand caressing my balls. “Good morning, Joe” she said as she kissed the back of my neck. “Does that feel good?”

I was on my side with Beverly’s breasts pushed into my back and her hand cupping my hairless ball sac. My rapidly swelling erection answered her question before I did. She moved her hand to my shaft and stroked it gently. I let out a contented sigh.

“I see that you do. Why don’t you roll on to you back? I’ll make you feel good,” said Beverly.

I rolled over willingly and kissed her lips. She returned my kiss but never let go of my now throbbing erection. “Good boy. Now move to the center of the bed,” she said as she moved back to make room. “I’m going to restrain you, Joe, so I need you to move your hands and feet towards the corners of the bed.”

I did as she said, completely willing to allow myself to be tied up and teased for her pleasure and mine. Beverly put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and made sure that they were pulling tightly. Apparently she didn’t want me to move at all.

Beverly straddled my hips and rubbed her smooth pussy up and down my shaft. I wasn’t penetrating her, but her outer lips were spread and caressing both sides of my cock as her inner sex was rubbing along the bottom. She was already getting wet and she left a glistening trail of moisture down the bottom side of my cock. The sensation was wonderful.

“I promised to let you cum this weekend and it is now officially the weekend. However, it is going to be the weekend until midnight Sunday. You’ll cum this weekend, but not until I decide to allow it. That could be now, or it could be at 11:55 Sunday night.”

Beverly’s face glowing and she had a very satisfied look on her face. “Would you like to cum now, Joe?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I stammered.

Beverly sat straight up and reached behind her to hold my balls in her right hand. I had an excellent view of her shapely thighs on either side of my hips, her outer labia pushed apart by hard cock which she had pushed against my belly, her flat belly, her lovely breasts with their perfect pink nipples, and her beautiful face and green eyes framed by her red hair. I practically climaxed right then even though she wasn’t moving on my cock at that moment. Just the sight of her was so sexy and then she was fondling my ultra-sensitive scrotum and balls with her hand. God! It was almost too much to bear!

“I’m not ready to let you cum just yet, Joe, but I’ll get you close. In fact, I’ll get you close several times. I may decide to let you cum at any time, but I probably won’t. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

With that said she started moving her hips and rubbing her sex on my cock again. She was gyrating like a stripper doing a lap dance. I was getting close and she could tell. She abruptly stopped. “That feels good to me too, Joe. I was getting ready to cum, but I didn’t want you to, so I had to stop. I’ll give you a minute to calm down and then I’ll start again. As long as you aren’t doing anything else, how about making my nipples happy?” She lowered a nipple to my mouth and I sucked inside immediately.

She started moving her hips again, but this time she was just moving up and down my cock. I couldn’t see much this time and the erotic view of the undulating Beverly was a large part of why I nearly reached orgasm so quickly before. This time I had her breast in my mouth and that was just as exciting. Within a minute I was again ready to cum. Of course, Beverly stopped moving and sat up again.

“My, you are excited this morning. You don’t seem to have any control of yourself at all!” she exclaimed. “I’m going to give you one more chance to control yourself. If you fail, I’m going to put a ball stretcher on you. Now be good!”

Beverly knew exactly what to do to make sure I couldn’t control myself. She rose up and aimed my cock at her dripping wet pussy. Then she slowly moved down, taking the entire length of my throbbing rod into her tight hole. Then she started moving her hips, stimulating her clitoris on my pubic bone. My cock was receiving only minor stimulation but I was so excited and it had been so long since I’d cum, that I was about to empty my load into her anyway.

“Shame on you, Joe! You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” asked Beverly as she stopped moving.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be putting the ball stretcher on you.”

Beverly got of the bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand. “This will do,” she said as she climbed back on the bed. She started tugging on my balls, trying to loosen up the sac as much as she could. With some difficulty, she managed to get my balls stretched down far enough to get the wide piece of leather in place. Then she tied a piece of rubber tubing through the d-ring and tied that off to the footboard.

“Now you’re going to make me cum, Joe. You’ll have to wait.” Beverly straddled my hips again and put just the head of my cock inside her. She bounced slightly causing the head of my cock to go in and out her rapidly. If it hadn’t been for that damned thing stretching my balls down, I would have cum within seconds.

“That feels good, Joe. You can make me feel real good if you can keep from cumming for a while,” said Beverly as she slowly engulfed my entire cock in her hot pussy.

She rode my cock very slowly, moving up and down the entire length. After a few minutes of this, she started using shorter strokes, about half the length of my cock. She increased her tempo and with the increase in speed, the mattress moved more and caused more pressure on the ball stretcher. After a few minutes of this Beverly gasped, “Oh YES! OH YES!” and started alternating between rubbing her clit on my pubic bone and bouncing on my cock. She came violently with a moan and intense muscle spasms that I felt in her vagina. It ended with her entire body shuddering, and then she lay forward on my chest, with my rock hard erection still inside of her. She stayed in that position for several minutes. I could feel the spasms in her pussy continuing the entire time, which stimulated my cock to the point it was twitching in the same way it would as if I were ejaculating, but I couldn’t reach orgasm.

“That was wonderful, Joe. I’m going to give a little reward now,” said Beverly as she pulled herself off my erection.

Beverly moved down the bed and placed her head between my legs. I couldn’t see much but my erection and the top of her head. I could feel her warm lips and tongue kissing and caressing my tightly stretched balls though. As much as they ached, her lips and tongue had the magic touch to make them feel good.

“I think it would feel better if I took this off,” said Beverly as she removed the rubber tubing and took some of the pressure off. She resumed licking and kissing my balls. “Does it feel better this way?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress. It feels much better.”

“Then maybe this will be better still,” she said as she removed the leather device that was stretching my balls away from my body.

“That does feel better, Mistress,” I said.

Beverly resumed her oral attention to my balls. Now she could suck them individually into her mouth and caress them with her tongue. It was incredible. Beverly had done me a great favor by insisting that I stay hairless. The sensations were magnified three fold over what I could feel when I had pubic hair.

Beverly continued tormenting me and even reached up and put her hand on my cock. With one hand on my cock and her mouth and other hand working on my balls, she could have gotten me off in seconds, but she had no intention of letting my cum now. This was her favorite form of pleasure. She kept me on the edge for half and hour and didn’t let me cum.

“That should be enough for now,” said Beverly as she removed the cuffs from my ankles and wrists. “Do you want to stay for breakfast?”

My cock was probably going to be hard for an hour unless I took a cold shower. I’d gone three months without ejaculating and it didn’t really bother me much. Now I was desperate to cum even though it had only been six days. The teasing had my balls aching all the time now. Not just when I was teased, but ALL the time. Ejaculating was all I could think of.

“No thanks. I’ve got some things to take care of at home.”

Beverly got up after freeing me and put on a white silk robe. “Suit yourself. I’ve got a bunch of errands today, but I’m looking forward to taking you to my club tonight. Why don’t you come by about six and we’ll go.”

“Sure. I’ll see you then. What should I wear?” I asked.

“It doesn’t really matter. We’ll change into appropriate attire once we get there. I’ve bought something for you to wear,” she answered. “Okay. I’ll be back at six sharp.” I went home and took a long, cold shower. I was so horny it was very tempting to just get myself off in the shower, and despite the cold water, I probably could have done it. But I didn’t want to break my word to Beverly. She’d know for sure if I ejaculated. I could tell how swollen my balls were and she’d examined them much more thoroughly than I ever had.

I didn’t get much done all day. I was too distracted by my dick getting hard at the slightest thought of women or sex. I didn’t seem to be able to think about much else. I turned on the news and the cute Japanese anchorwoman gave me a hard-on. Then I switched over TVLand and watched Andy and Barney running Mayberry. They didn’t do anything for me so my erection subsided. Aunt Bea came on and I was still okay. Then Andy’s beautiful girlfriend, Helen, came on and I was hard again. It was obvious that TV wasn’t going to take my mind off my sexual frustration.

I did manage to take a two-hour nap but that provided no relief. I dreamed of my first experience in Beverly’s basement “clinic”. I woke up with a throbbing hard-on. It was five o’clock so I went back for yet another cold shower and got dressed. Then a bite to eat and I went over to Beverly’s.

When I arrived at the back door I could see the other women inside. All were dressed in casual clothing much like they’d worn last weekend. Beverly saw me at the door and motioned me inside.

“Right on time, Joe. Take off your clothes, please,” said Beverly.

“Jesus, Beverly! You get right to the point, don’t you?” I asked. Since we were in the living room and everyone was in their normal clothing, we were not currently playing the game. When we weren’t playing the game I could speak to her any way I wished.

“Sorry, Joe. I’m just anxious for the ladies to see how smooth you are since you had your first electrolysis treatment,” she answered.

“Yes, Joe. Let us see,” Meredith chimed in.

Erika just stared at me with a ‘What are you waiting for?’ expression.

Julie asked, “Do you need help or what?”

I pulled my shirt over my head then started unbuckling my belt. Beverly was already intimately familiar with my hairless body and stood back so the others could get a close look. I felt Erika’s hands on my back, which didn’t have much hair on it before it was depilated, and Julie and Meredith reached to touch my chest.

“Wow! This feels so much smoother than it did after we removed your hair!” exclaimed Julie. “I’d forgotten how much difference it made when I stopped shaving and had electrolysis.”

I pulled down my pants and let them fall past my knees. No one was at all shy about fondling my smooth genitals. Erika rubbed my butt first, then reached around and explored my cock and balls with her hands. Julie dropped to one knee and Meredith squatted down to get a closer look. Their hands also explored my smoothness. It came as no surprise to anyone that my cock was pointing up about 20 degrees and rock hard within seconds.

“This really does feel nice, Joe,” said Erika as she caressed the bottom of my scrotum. “I hope you’ll keep up the treatments so you’ll stay like this.”

“I intend to. The sensation of being touched on my hairless body, especially my balls, is incredible. Also, Beverly gave me some cream that made it completely painless,” I said.

“Yes, the magic cream. I remember it well. I’d tried to have electrolysis done on my pussy before I met Beverly but I couldn’t stand the pain. Beverly made it easy,” said Erika.

Julie and Meredith both started licking my cock while Erika continued to play with my smooth sac. I knew they wouldn’t let me cum but I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation anyway. Beverly interrupted their fun.

“I need to tell Joe about the club, ladies. Why don’t you put his pants back on so he’ll hear what I’m saying.”

Meredith and Julie pulled my pants up, pushing my hard cock up against my belly. I gingerly buttoned them and fastened my belt then put my shirt back on.

“Have a seat, Joe,” said Beverly. “I want to explain what is going to happen tonight.”

“I can’t sit down right now. Not until my erection goes away.”

“I see. Well, listen carefully anyway. This is going to be new to you and I don’t want you to be too surprised. The club we belong to is for female doms and their slaves. The slaves are males and females in about equal numbers. Doms can attend alone but slaves must be accompanied by their dominatrix. Got it so far?”

“Yes. That seems simple enough,” I answered.

“Most of the members are pretty much like us in that the mistress-slave relationship is just a game. There are a few that take it much more seriously and it is a lifestyle for them. We don’t allow anyone to be forced to do anything at our club. It is unethical and also illegal in many cases. Gags are not permitted and all a sub has to do to stop what is happening to them is say “I decline”. “Decline” is the club safe word. I doubt that you’ll need to use it because no one will touch you without my permission. I know pretty much what you like and dislike but if I want you to try something new, I’ll ask you privately before we start.”

“Sounds okay to me,” I offered.

“Dom’s can dress any way they like, but slaves customarily wear practically nothing and have their hands shackled. It isn’t a rule, just a custom. This is what I plan on dressing you in,” said Beverly as she showed me a pair of leather cuffs connected with a short chain and a small leather strap with silver circles decorating it.

“Is that all?” I asked nervously.

“Yes. That is all. Do you have a problem with that?” Beverly asked.

“I don’t know about going into a room full of strangers wearing nothing but handcuffs and a cock ring. The idea makes me pretty nervous,” I said.

“Well, what if no one could see your face? Would that make it any easier to take?” asked Beverly.

“Yes, it would. If no one could see my face, I don’t think it would be nearly as bad.”

“Meredith, would you go down to the basement and get a mask please?” asked Beverly.

“Sure. No problem,” answered Meredith as she headed for the stairs.

“I think we can take care of that, Joe. I’ll put a mask on you and won’t remove it unless you tell me it is okay. Would you be willing to go to the club if you are wearing a mask? We’ll leave any time you want. No hard feelings. Okay?” asked Beverly.

“Yes. I’ll give it a try. If I’m wearing a mask it will be kind of like looking in through a window.”

Meredith returned with a black leather hood. There were holes cut out for the eyes and mouth. The sides of the hood had large holes which would expose the ears and the surrounding area.

“Let me try this on you, Joe,” said Beverly as she placed it over my head.

She lined the holes up with my eyes and mouth. I hadn’t seen it before, but there was also an opening at the bottom of the nose. Once it was aligned, she pulled a zipper down in the back and it fit snugly on my head.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

I replied, but I could only speak softly. I could open my mouth, but I didn’t have the full range of motion in my jaw. “It feels okay. It isn’t really uncomfortable but I can’t open my mouth fully.”

“If you can breathe comfortably and you can speak as well as you just did, it fits properly. It may get a little hot in there, but it will protect your anonymity,” said Beverly. She then unzipped it and removed the form-fitting hood from my head. “If it gets too hot for you and you want to leave, just say so. I don’t want to force you to be at the club if you don’t want to be. Even if you only stay a short time, you will see some things you probably haven’t seen before and you may just learn something. I’ll also remove it for you in the club if you want.”

“I understand, Beverly. I’ll let you know if I’m too uncomfortable.”

“Shall we go then? Who is driving?” asked Beverly.

“Well I’m parked behind you and Julie and in the driveway, so it would be easiest if I drove,” Erika answered. “Let’s go.”

We all went out and piled in Erika’s SUV. I rode shotgun and the others piled into the back seat.

“One more thing, Joe,” said Beverly. “You shouldn’t speak to anyone unless I tell you to.”

“Got it. I probably will be to nervous to speak anyway.”

We arrived at a brownstone building on the northwest side of the city. The sign said it was a steakhouse. I could see people eating inside. It struck me as a strange looking place for a female domination club. There was an alley that led to a parking lot behind the building. There were several signs warning that unauthorized vehicles would be towed. Beverly handed a card up to Erika and she placed it on the dashboard. Apparently it indicated that this vehicle was allowed in the lot.

“This is it,” said Erika.

“I don’t understand. I saw a restaurant, a couple of bars and an apartment building. I didn’t see anything that looked like a club,” I said.

“We try to be discreet. There are no signs and there is a basement entrance. The club is private so there is no need to advertise,” said Beverly.

We got out of the truck and walked to the front of the restaurant. There was indeed some stairs leading down to a large metal door. Julie reached it first and slid a key into the lock and opened it.

The hallway was ordinary. There were several doors on either side of the hall and a large door at the other end of the hall. I could hear music playing softly. Beverly opened a door and motioned me inside.

“These are the changing rooms, Joe. Step in and get out of your clothes. Just hang them up on a peg or fold them and put them on the shelf. No one will bother them,” she said. Beverly opened the gym bag she was carrying and produced the leather mask and cock ring. “Put these on and wait for me. Put the d-ring on the bottom. I’ll be back in a minute,” she said as she closed the door behind me.

I carefully folded my clothes and put them on a shelf. There were already some clothes on the shelf as well as several things hung up on pegs. The room was basically a large closet with shelves and hooks on three sides. There was a large mirror on the wall next to the door. Once I was naked I decided to put the cock ring on first since the mask may impair my sight and head motion a bit.

The cock ring was just a leather strap with flat round metal studs on the outside. In fact, one was a snap and the others were made to look like the snap. I also noticed that there was a D-ring on the device. That is what Beverly was talking about. I put it behind my balls with the D-ring underneath, and snapped it on top of my cock. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Then I put the mask on and pulled the zipper down from the top of my head to the back of my neck. It was more uncomfortable than the cock ring, but it made me feel better to know that I’d be anonymous tonight.

I studied myself in the mirror. My body looked good. I was in good shape and it showed. The total lack of hair showed off my musculature. Now I knew why body-builders shaved their bodies before a competition. As I was studying myself, there were two quick taps at the door and Beverly stepped in.

She looked incredible in her dominatrix costume. It was made of black patent leather and looked wet with the light reflecting off it. The corset pushed Beverly’s breasts up and together, accentuating her cleavage. It was cut low. So low that it barely covered her nipples. When she moved a bit of pink would occasionally show. The corset hugged her waist tightly then flared out over her hips. Most of it ended just a few inches down her hips there were garters that attached it to the black silk stockings that started at the middle of her creamy thighs. Ankle high boots were on her feet and a shiny black thong panty and a pair of elbow length black satin gloves completed the outfit. She was carrying a leather crop, a leash and a pair of leather cuffs.

“Turn around and let me put these on you,” she instructed.

I turned around and Beverly buckled the leather cuffs around my wrists. Then she took me by the shoulders and turned me back around. Beverly fiddled with the cock ring and pulled on my balls to pull it back closer to my body. The touch of those satin gloves and the sight of the beautiful dominatrix made my cock start to swell. Beverly ignored that and snapped her leash on the D-ring that was on the cock ring.

“Now remember, Joe. If you don’t like it once you get inside, I’ll take you home. No hard feelings. We only come here about once a month. It is somewhat entertaining but it’s a great way to make contacts that share our tastes. That is how I found Jan’s shop. Now just follow my lead and you’ll be fine. I promise that no one will abuse you.”

Beverly gave the leash a gentle tug and I followed her out in to the hall. Erika, Julie, and Meredith were all waiting. Meredith’s outfit was quite simple. She had on a two-inch wide red leather collar and nothing else I could see from my vantage point. Her hands were behind her back so I assume they were cuffed as mine were.

Julie was wearing a most unusual outfit. It was similar to a leather vest except that the entire front of it was composed of fine chains that crossed her body horizontally. There was plenty of space between the chains to show off Julie’s enviable breasts and flat stomach. It really didn’t conceal anything; it just decorated her lovely body. There was really very little of the black leather; just enough to support the chains. Her black leather panty had a large triangular hole in it, just above her nether lips. The hole was framed with silver metal studs. A crop was hanging from the waistband, which was made from the same chain that composed most of the top. She also wore black leather boots that rose to just below her knee.

Erika wasn’t wearing leather. She was wearing a black satin teddy that was held together in front with a fishnet fabric. It was cut down low on her pubic area. The fishnet exposed most of her front side, but the satin was cut to just cover her nipples, which were clearly erect and making their presence known through the thin fabric. Instead of wearing leather boots, she had on simple straps with heels. Something you would expect to see on a lingerie model. There was no doubt that she was a dominatrix tonight, despite the lack of leather in her outfit. She was holding the leash that was attached to Meredith’s collar.

My simple outfit, the cock ring, served several purposes. First, it was an ornament. Second, it kept my balls pushed slightly forward. That displayed them well and also kept them from retreating into my body if someone was playing with them. Third, it gave Beverly something to attach her leash to.

The fourth function of a cock ring was to enhance erections. Once the penis started to stiffen, it slowed down the flow of blood from the penis back into the rest of the body. That was because there are some veins through which blood exits the penis, near the surface. The main blood supply to the penis is through the arteries in the center. The cock ring put pressure on the veins slowing the blood flow. The arteries were unaffected. The result was a bigger and harder erection. This is the kind of thing you learn when your dominatrix has an “M.D.” after their name. Somehow when Beverly explained this to me, it didn’t sound like science class, but something very erotic.

The cock ring was working right now. I started to get an erection from seeing all this beautiful female flesh attired so erotically. The cock ring started to feel tighter and I had a full erection in no time.

“I see you approve of our outfits,” giggled Erika.

Beverly looked down to see what Erika was staring at. “Amazing! I thought that you’d be anxious about your first time at the club and you’ve got an erection! I really didn’t think that would happen so soon.”

Meredith said nothing but was smiling and raised her eyebrows at me when I looked at her face.

“You might want to save that for later, Joe. You aren’t going to get to use that here in the hall. Now if you want to use it inside, we can show everyone how it works,” offered Julie.

Now that did make me anxious and my erection started to soften. Beverly gave a little tug on the leash and said, “Let’s go in and show off our new stud.”

I followed behind the four women, watching some of the nicest asses I’d ever seen as Julie reached the door first and opened it. I could hear the louder music, the hum of a lot of voices in conversation and the unmistakable sound of leather hitting flesh, followed by a wail. My cock was limp now. I was already wishing I’d stayed home as I walked through the door.

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“Thanks for all the nice comments I’ve gotten on this story. There will be at least one more chapter and possibly two. Then I’m going to polish another femdom story I wrote a couple of years ago and submit it here.”