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“Yes!”
“I think I see what it is you mean,” Victoria said.
“Excel ent!”
I lay flat on my back on the bed, my arms stretched high above my head so that they had ful access to my body. My nipples were already rock hard in anticipation.
Jeff took the lead as he knew exactly how I liked it and began swirling two floggers like brushes in a carwash. He instructed the girls to do the same and began to hit my thighs, slowly moving up my body, as if I was slowly driving through a carwash. Gina immediately got the picture and fol owed Jeff, as he moved upward towards my tits, Victoria fol owed suit.
It felt divine, my body flogged with 6 floggers in pairs of two, al different in intensity. When Jeff had reached the top of my boobs he moved back down the washing line and started on my legs and thighs again. They went on for at least 15
minutes, my body pinking up nicely, my arousal going higher and higher. In the end, I opened my legs so that the flogger brushes could hit my most sensitive spot to take me over the imaginary border into never-never land.
The orgasm that came about was so intense I briefly lost consciousness, squirting al over the place, and that for the second time that day. When the girls saw what it did to me, they immediately wanted to experience it too. First Gina took my spot, closed her eyes, and was put through the same routine. After a few minutes, she began to moan sometimes alternating with a few high-pitched wails when someone hit her a bit harder, mostly Jeff, but knowing firsthand what felt good, I too alternated soft hits with harder ones.
We saw Gina’s body turn from rosy red to a darker red and in the end, she too opened her legs wide to al ow us to hit her very wet folds and clit that had stuck its little head out from under the hood to ful y enjoy the pain-pleasure experience. Like me, she too squirted al over the place.
Final y, Victoria took the car spot and was subjected to the washing experience. By the end of it, the muscles of our arms were seriously protesting, but we kept going until she too pulsed in orgasmic delight and treated us to a fountain of girl cum.
Although the bed was fairly wet, we al ended up on it, exhausted, with Jeff and me in the middle, Gina spooning my back, and Victoria, Jeff’s. The next thing we experienced, was the morning sun shining through the window waking us up.
I was the first to wake up and felt Jeff’s morning wood against my thigh. Then it dawned on me that only the girls had the pleasure of an orgasm last night and poor Jeff, who’d done most of the work was left out. I quickly scooted down and took him in my mouth, which made him stir, waking up as wel . That woke up the girls too, and when they saw what I was doing, they quickly joined me, giving Jeff a 3-way blowjob. Between the 3 of us, it didn’t take us long to make him cum, profusely!
After al , his bal s had constantly been producing cum while he enjoyed himself flogging 3 gorgeous women. As we could direct his cock ourselves when he began ejaculating, each of us got a nice number of sperm ropes in our mouths while the rest went over our tits. Then it was high time to hit the shower as not only the bed, but we too smel ed like stale sex, comparable to stale beer in a pub, which is awful.
The remainder of the day we spent sunning ourselves, in the nude of course, on the patio, as we were lucky with the weather. Our last day in Rome was a very nice sunny January day.
The next day, the girls drove us to Fiumicino airport to catch our flight back home.
We were sure we would be able to work very wel together now with the possibility of offering a fantastic vacation, not only in Florida but also in Belgium and Italy.
Petra’s interview with Grace.
After I had returned home from my Italy trip, and as every Monday morning, at 5 to 8, Petra rang my doorbel .
“Hey, Petra how’re you doing?”
As I never asked her that when she arrived, she looked at me questioningly.
“Why are you interested in how I’m doing?”
“I was just wondering what’s going on these days between you and your landlord dear.”
“If you don’t want to make me angry, please don’t mention that man, I hate him, he is making my life miserable.”
“What’s he done now?”
“How much time do you have?”
“That bad hey?”
“No, worse, he keeps making a terrible noise, almost the whole night long so I can’t get a good night’s rest anymore, and he wants a lot more money for the dump he is renting to me.”
“It’s difficult to do anything about the noise, but he can’t just raise your rent on a whim.”
“Oh Lew, I could kil that man.”
“That could solve your housing problem immediately.”
“Oh yeah how?”
“You’l get free board and lodgings in one of the state’s facilities for criminals, otherwise known as prisons.”
“Yeah very funny.”
“I may have another potential solution for you.”
“Any solution would be better than what I have now, please do tel me.”
“Do you know Grace?”
“No, who’s Grace…oh yes now I remember, she’s the realtor woman you went on that trip to America and London with? But I’ve never met her.”
“Yes, that Grace, wel then it’s high time you did meet her.”
“She may have a solution for your housing problem.”
“Does she have a place I could rent relatively cheap maybe?”
“No even better, a place you could stay in for free.”
“Oh please tel me where I’l take it…but hang on a second what’s the catch?”
“No catch, on the contrary, maybe even an employment opportunity.”
“What do you mean, an employment opportunity, I know nothing about sel ing or renting houses.”
“No, it would not be that much different from what you do today, it would probably only be a part-time job, and the other part of your time you could probably keep doing what you do today, wel for the most part anyway.”
“What’s al this, a part-time job with free housing, again where’s the catch?”
“No catch, believe me, and I think you would even like the job.”
“OK Lew, stop talking in riddles, what is this job that I would like and sounds too good to be true?”
“It is the job of a part-time janitor.”
“Part-time janitor? Does she need someone to live in her mansion and take care of the household?”
“No, not her place, but a place downtown she bought recently and for which she has made an agreement with our American friends to rent it out to American tourists.”
“I stil don’t understand what this has to do with me and how I would fit in, just stop talking in riddles please.”
“OK, Grace simply needs someone that lives in the building to take care of the two apartments there, providing hotel service. You know cleaning, making the beds, and making breakfast, but she can’t hire a ful -time person for that, so she was looking for someone to pay part-time and compensate with free housing. The other part of the person’s time she or he wil have to find other employment. So I thought that would be exactly something for you, you can keep on cleaning for me and some of your other preferred clients, get rid of your wonderful landlord, and make some money on top.”
“Now I understand, it sounds wonderful, where do I sign?”
“One catch.”
“I knew it, if it sounds too good to be true it isn’t true.”
“No, no hold your horses, the catch is that you need to pass an interview with Grace.”
“Yes.”
“But how did she think of offering me this job…did you have something to do with that?”
“Guilty as charged, yes. Knowing your problems with your current landlord, I suggested it to Grace. I was also thinking about myself, as I don’t want to lose you as my cleaning lady, but this seemed like it would work. So what do you think? Do I make the cal for the interview, or do you want to think it over first?”
“No, I want to do the interview - if I don’t like what she’s offering I can always say no, can’t I?”
“Yes you can dear but I honestly think you wil grab this with both hands.”
“Why do you think that?”
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to improve your life and your living quarters in one go. I’l give Grace a cal tonight and let you know when she wants to see you and where.”
“OK, shal I start cleaning your place now then?”
“I would real y appreciate it.”
Petra immediately started her usual cleaning operation, while I adjourned upstairs to have my breakfast. Come to think of it, maybe I should have asked her to prepare it for me so I could report to Grace how good she was. On second thoughts, I shouldn’t ask too much from her, after al , I stil wanted her to keep on cleaning for me, even after she potential y took that janitor job.
When I cal ed Grace tonight, I needed to make sure I’d be al owed to attend that interview. By noon, Petra had usual y finished cleaning the studio and when I was home, we had lunch in my living quarters together before she started cleaning there.
Today was no exception.
I could see in her eyes she’d been thinking about the whole thing and it quickly became clear she had tons of questions burning on her lips.
“Could I ask you a question about this offer from Grace?”
“Only one dear? I can imagine you have loads of questions. I would say fire away, and I’l try to answer them to the best of my ability.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not, else I wouldn’t have offered, shoot!”
First question: where exactly is this place she wants a janitor for?”
“The building Grace bought is in the Cogels-Oseylei in Berchem; you know where it is?”
“Yes, I’ve walked through it a few times, it’s not so far from where I rent my place now. It’s a very beautiful street with real y majestic houses, and Grace bought a property there?”
“Yes, she did.”
“That must have set her back a few pennies?”
“She claims she made a nice deal, and when Grace says that, you can bet she made a kil ing.”
“And what exactly does she want to do with the place?”
“Renovations have already started to create 2 luxury apartments to rent to rich American tourists when they visit Belgium.”
“Is that sort of like what you two did together when you were in the US?”
“Indeed, but there they have far more space and we rented a vil a, if she were to do something like that, the place would be too far away from the city center, very inconvenient for tourists to get in and out of there to see the sights. With this location, they wouldn’t need to rent a car, even if they wanted to see other tourist sites in Belgium.”
“And for those 2 apartments, she needs someone to live in?”
“Yes, she wants to provide ful hotel service, including breakfast and potential y lunch or dinner.”
“She wil want me not only to clean and make up the beds but also to cook?”
“That’s the general idea.”
“And I could live there?”
“I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the usual layout of these houses.”
“No, I’m not an architect.”
“You don’t need to be an architect, you only need to know the kind of families which original y lived there.”
“Were they so special then?”
“No, but they were wel to do and employed a significant staff to run the household.”
“And what has that to do with the layout of these houses.”
“All of them have a fairly big semi-basement.”
“So?”
“That’s where the staff resided; have you never seen the British series ‘Upstairs, Downstairs’ or more recently ‘Downton Abbey’?”
“No.”
“The first one would best il ustrate how families lived there, upstairs was where the rich family lived, and where only the most senior of the servants were al owed, you know the butler, the housekeeper, and the employees serving the meals. Downstairs was for the rest of the staff, the cook, the kitchen maids, etc. The only time they came upstairs was to clean or go to the attic where they had their sleeping quarters, and even to go there they had a separate servant’s staircase. You would be occupying the biggest part of the cel ar and I guess you could also have some rooms in the attic as wel if you wished. Although in the summer it is steaming hot up there, so you may prefer to sleep downstairs.”
“I heard you mention, ‘the biggest part of the cel ar’, what about the rest?”
“A part of the cel ar wil be accessible from the ground floor apartment and be used as a red room.”
“What’s a red room?”
“Take a wild guess, think 50 Shades.”
“Got you, the guest’s private little BDSM clubroom.”
“Yes indeed, the room that could be a chal enge for you to clean at times.”
“I can imagine.”
“But serving meals, how would that work?”
“You’l have a ful y equipped kitchen at your disposal, including al the required fridges, freezers, cookers, and ovens.”
“But I’m not a certified cook.”
“That’s one thing you’l need to learn, but you can take your time, there’s no rush to start on day one. Providing breakfast wil suffice when you start and that’s fairly easy. You do know how to boil or fry an egg and bacon right?”
“Yes, of course, I sometimes do that for you especial y after you’ve had a rough weekend remember?”
“Indeed, and I do appreciate it.”
“Oh boy, I can’t wait to talk to Grace, I’m getting al hot and even a bit aroused, knowing that there might be a possibility to get rid of this horrible landlord of mine.”
“Nervous, I understand, hot yes it is rather warm in here - but aroused?”
“You have no idea what arouses me these days, don’t forget I’m a lonely woman, stil in her prime and al I have to quench my thirst for sex are a few toys and my fingers.”
“You haven’t found someone to help you with that yet?”
“After my adventures with the men in my life, I’ve become very careful. The only one I had sex with in the past year is you, and if you would be wil ing, I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”
“You must real y be desperate to want to have sex with an old geezer like me.”
“Come on Lew you’re not that old.”
“No, only almost twice your age.”
“You’ve had sex with far younger women than me.”
“Yes I have, but I do prefer women a bit closer to my age; they are less demanding and tiring.”
“Are you absolutely sure about that?” She replied while she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pul ed it up to just under her bra, revealing one of my favorite parts of the female body, the abdomen.
“And what do you think you are doing young lady?”
“Me, I don’t know, getting you in the mood maybe?” she said while continuing to pul the shirt higher revealing a nice push-up bra cupping her perky boobs.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to play with these?” she continued pointing at her enticing bra-covered boobs after pul ing her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side.
“I could also clean your apartment topless,” she said while removing her bra completely, “Would you like that?”
“Or shal I do it completely naked,” she added while unzipping her jeans and pushing them down her legs, revealing a tiny string, barely covering her sex.
“What are you doing to me girl, you know my weakness for naked women.”
“Weakness? I don’t know, I thought hardness was a more appropriate word in this case,” she finished pointing at my crotch while finalizing her striptease by removing the last stitch of clothing from her gorgeous, lean, former bodybuilder body.
“Why don’t you relax, move away from the table, take a seat in your easy chair and let me give you a lap dance,” she said, coming towards me while taking my hand, and guiding me towards the chair in question. Once there she gave me a little push to make me sit down, turned around, and ground her ass in my lap.
No need to say my cock had become uncomfortably hard during this little performance. She turned around and straddled me, her hands immediately on the
buttons of my shirt slowly undoing them. When they were al undone, she put her hands under my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. Now that she had me topless as wel she slid her perky boobs across my chest. To tease me even more she brushed her nipples against my mouth. But before I could kiss or lick them they were gone again, though not for long. She grabbed my head from behind and pushed my face between her lovely titties, shaking them from left to right.
Again before I could react, (God am I real y getting that slow in my old age) she slipped off my lap, opened my legs, and knelt down between them. Before I could say, uncle, she had the zipper of my jeans down and my hard cock out as she pul ed my trousers to the floor.
“Oh my God I just love the sight of a good hard cock, it’s been far too long since I saw one. What am I saying it’s been too long since I last saw this one. Come to think of it this one is the only one I’ve seen in the past year. Here let me make it up to you,” she said final y before planting a nice kiss on the head and taking it into her hot, wet mouth.
It felt just divine, her tongue playing al kinds of tricks around the rim below the head, relentlessly teasing the sensitive spot there. It was a good thing I’d had plenty of sex during the past weekend, or else I would have cum on the spot and fil ed her mouth with sticky semen. After playing around the top, she slowly but surely began to take me in completely, with just the top of the head touching her throat muscles, enough to give me an out-of-this-world feeling but not enough to make her gag.
While she was deep-throating me, her tongue gave the underside of my cock and my bal s a wonderful massage.
Although we’d only had sex a few times once with some serious BDSM play thrown in, she obviously remembered I liked my bal s being tickled by her fingers. She used every trick in her book to make me cum fast. I on the other hand was determined to make it last as long as I could. Although I remembered her extremely strong kil er thighs I definitely wanted to get another taste of her lovely pussy. Unfortunately, we were not real y in a position to accomplish that. That got me thinking about how I could get her in a 69 position without moving to the bedroom and the bed. Wel , she wasn’t tal , relatively light, flexible, and muscular so I should be able to pick her up and flip her around while staying seated.
I crossed my arms, grabbed her hips, pul ed her up, and turned her around. She immediately understood what I was trying to do and helped by first putting her hands then her shoulders on my knees, her upper thighs went over my shoulders with her ankles crossed behind my head. Now I had her pussy and little pucker right in front of my mouth while her face was upside down between my legs again. She immediately gobbled me up, while I began my feast on her succulent wet pussy. I intended to mimic her handling of my cock, by first teasing her pussy, just licking the skin between the soft top of her inner thighs and her outer cuntlips. I included her pucker in my tongue’s journey from the top of her cunt al the way back over her
perineum. Leaving a serious amount of saliva back there would hopeful y al ow me to slip a finger into her back passage later.
This whole operation made her moan, sending some extra vibrations to my already hard cock, getting it even harder and thicker yet. As this was for me the very first time in my life I had done a sort of vertical 69, it was hard to keep from cumming. I was never strong enough to do it standing up, but this position was a real revelation for me. I was already thinking about who else I could do this with. The first one that came to mind was of course flexible Linda. I must remember to try this with her the next time I had a chance to play with her.
Letting my mind wander, helped to keep it off the immediate need to cum and concentrate more on making Petra reach her ultimate goal. From what she’d told me, she desperately needed it. Why else would she have done this enticing striptease for me? So getting back to the business at hand, I doubled my effort to lick and suck on her wet pussy and the love button at the top of it. After wetting my finger in my mouth I positioned the tip at her pucker and wiggled it a bit before I began to slowly push. Wet with the saliva already on her backdoor and the added amount on my finger it slipped in rather easily, resulting in another satisfied moan from her lips around my cock.
Not ideal as the vibrations added to my already high level of arousal, which I desperately wanted to keep under control. So I let my mind wander to images of the stern Jesuits running the school of my youth. That quickly brought my urge to come to a more acceptable level. Petra kept on moaning as I slipped my finger deeper into her backdoor to the second knuckle and wiggled it again.
“Oh yeah Lew, deeper, deeper pleaaaae, keep going, I looooooe i iee!” She moaned around my steel rod, the “r” sending strong vibrations again making it mighty difficult to keep from cumming. Maybe if she hadn’t avoided the letters “s” and “v” I could have kept going longer. In the end, I didn’t have to, as she was reaching her orgasm rapidly. She let go, squirting al over my face as I felt her pussy squeeze my tongue, and her ass my finger. She fil ed my mouth with her delicious girl cum and I fil ed hers with my maybe not-so-delicious sperm. It al depends, of course: colors, women, and tastes are things best not discussed.
Now, al we needed to do was get out of this Gordian knot without getting injured. It proved not too difficult with Petra stil very agile and flexible due to her years of bodybuilding doing a reverse bridge, which al owed me to help her back on her feet.
“God Lew that was awesome.”
“It was wasn’t it, I never thought I could bring off a vertical 69.”
“At first I had no idea what you wanted to do but it became quickly clear and it was definitely awesome. I’ve never done a vertical 69 either although some of the guys at the bodybuilding school could have done it easily.”
“I can imagine, but I’m not a weight lifter so I could never do it standing up, but this way was relatively easy.”
“You never did this before?”
“Nope.”
“God so it was a first for the both of us.”
“Absolutely dear.”
“Thanks for sharing this experience with me.”
“My pleasure, but coming back to what I would like you to do.”
“Oh yes, the interview with Grace for this position she had to offer. Are you sure she wants to talk to me about that?”
“I told her about you, and what you do for me, and I don’t mean the sex stuff, but taking care of my house and studio and even occasional y cooking me a meal, not forgetting your current landlord problems.”
“And she wants to see me, although she doesn’t know me at al and me being Polish?”
“Grace trusts me, she knows that if I recommend something or someone to her she can rely on my impartiality and that I won’t steer her in the wrong direction. Could you go see her next weekend?”
“Yes absolutely, and you can rest assured I wil make you proud.”
“That’s the spirit, so shal we cal her?”
“Yes please!”
I picked up the phone and dialed Grace’s number. She picked up after the second ring.
“Hel o, Grace’s Real Estate, how may I be of assistance?”
“Hi Grace, Lew.”
“What a pleasure to hear you, have you recovered from your trip to sunny Italy?”
“Barely.”
“I can imagine with Catharina, Rachel, Gina, and Victoria there.”
“You have no idea, but that’s not what I am cal ing you about. It’s Monday so I have Petra here with me and I mentioned the open position in your rental apartments.”
“I see, and is she interested?”
“Maybe…given the right incentive.”
“And what would that incentive be?”
“No I’m just pul ing your leg, she would love to come and talk to you about the position, but that doesn’t mean you can get her cheap.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, you know me, I always pay my employees fairly. But tel me more. Would she consider living on the premises? Because that would be the most important thing.”
“It might even be the deal clincher, I told you she has an ogre as a landlord and she wants to get away from him.”
“Excel ent, but of course, I need to meet her first.”
“By al means, and that’s why I’m cal ing you to set up the interview. Would sometime next weekend suit you?”
“Let me check my calendar…why don’t we make it a threesome and have dinner together, I presume you wouldn’t mind participating in this interview and pay for dinner?”
“No, not at al , shal we go out or shal we dine in my or your place?”
“Wel since part of the job could involve cooking, why don’t you ask her to cook a meal in your place and I’l join you there. That way I can easily find out what her cooking skil s amount to and I guess she is familiar with your kitchen?”
“Yes she is, let me ask her.”
I put my hand over the phone and asked Petra if she would be wil ing to cook a meal for Grace and me in my kitchen as part of the interview al owing Grace to judge her skil s in that department.
“She knows you’re a good cleaning lady, I convinced her of that but part of the job does involve preparing food.”
“I hope she knows I’m not exactly a top chef but I can do a simple meal.”
“She knows. The idea, in the end, is that you are able to prepare some typical Belgian dishes. For more fancy food, the visitors wil need to go to one of the many top restaurants in Antwerp or any other city in Belgium.”
“Are you stil there Lew?”
“Yes, sorry Grace, but I needed to confer with Petra to see if she was wil ing to handle this on short notice.”
“And is she?”
“If you’re not expecting a top chef dinner, she is wil ing to give it a try.”
Grace was happy with that and gave the same explanation as I did about what the live-in person would have to be able to put on the table.
“So when would you like this test to happen?”
“Saturday evening, say around 7 is that OK for you and her?”
Petra, who had heard my conversation with Grace, nodded that it would
“Saturday at 7 is fine. Wil you come alone or wil Nancy join?”
“No I’l come alone, it’s my business and my decision, besides, having to find a babysitter would pose too many problems, and bringing the baby would pose even more problems.”
“Excel ent, see you Saturday then. Bye, Grace.”
“Cheerio Lew, I’m already looking forward to it.”
“Oh my God now I’m real y nervous; what shal I prepare? Wil she like it? What wil she think of me?”
“Relax Petra, you heard Grace, you’re not supposed to prepare a 3-star dinner, al you need is a simple, typical family meal. Soup, a main dish, and a dessert, you’ve done that dozens of times for me.”
“Yes but I real y want to make a good impression, do you know what she likes?”
“Based on what I saw her eat on the cruise I know that Grace very much likes fish: she always chose the fish dish over meat, except when they were serving prime rib.
So why don’t you make sole menière as a main course with a simple vegetable soup, with tiny meatbal s before, and a delicious ‘mousse au chocolat’ as dessert? If you real y want to impress her, you can always go for sole rol s with North Sea grey shrimp sauce, unless you want to play it safe and go for mussels with French fries.
Come to think of it; have you ever tried to prepare a ‘moel eux’ as dessert?”
“Do you real y think I wil be able to impress her with any of that?”
“Yes, absolutely, especial y with the second suggestion, the sole rol s. As I agreed to pay for dinner I’l join you Saturday morning when you go shopping for the ingredients. We want the fish to be as fresh as possible. You can spend the day at my place to prepare it al . That way I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get too nervous.”
“I’m nervous already. Don’t forget, if I get this job this would mean a huge step for me.”
“I know, but I’m sure you’l be able to do this, otherwise I would never have mentioned your name to Grace.”
”Oh Lew I’l be forever in your debt if this works out.”
“No, you won’t, you’l remain my loyal and preferred cleaning lady and you’l have another job on the side, which you wil get purely on your own merit, and if you don’t mind, could you now clean the apartment?”
“Yes, I almost forgot with al the things happening.”
Petra quickly got dressed and so did I. We had been nude the whole time as if it was completely normal; that only proved to me how relaxed she felt working for me and I was sure she would feel the same working for Grace. Maybe not naked, but hey you never know how Saturday would turn out.
That Saturday morning, Petra rang my doorbel at 5 to 8, just like she usual y does on Monday. I buzzed her in.
“Wel , have you slept wel ?”
“No, not real y, I’m so nervous.”
“Don’t be, Grace is a very nice lady, and I’l be here to help and support you as wel .
How about a nice cup of coffee? Did you have breakfast?”
“No, I couldn’t eat a bite.”
“You can’t handle this day on an empty stomach. Why don’t you prepare a nice breakfast for the both of us, like you’ve done a dozen times?”
“OK, that wil probably take my mind off this interview.”
Petra got busy in the kitchen preparing a nice breakfast for us. She knew I very much liked baked beans with eggs and bacon, so it was a feast for me. When we had finished breakfast it was time to open the photo shop. I let Jada in and told her I was going out with Petra to do some shopping. She looked at me with a question in her eyes, in combination with a raised brow.
“No Jada, Petra did not spend the night here, she has a very important thing going on today and she needs my support for that so that’s the only reason she’s here today. So could you run the shop for a few hours on your own while we go shopping?”
“Shopping as wel , does she need special clothes for this thing?”
“We’re not going shopping for clothes, but for food, and before you keep asking, Petra is going to prepare a nice meal for Grace and me tonight.”
“Is she going into catering now instead of cleaning?”
“God, you never stop, do you? No, she’s applying for a job as a janitor for Grace’s vacation apartments, and now please stop asking questions, I’m sure you’l find plenty to do.”
“Yes, boss!”
In the end, Petra wanted to go for the sole rol s with shrimp and mousse au chocolat as dessert. She had never prepared a ‘moel eux’ before and didn’t want to risk failure, which I could very wel understand as that can be a tricky dessert. We
returned shortly before lunch and I checked with Jada if everything was OK. It was, nothing special had happened in the shop.
As Petra and Jada didn’t know each other very wel , I invited Jada to join us for lunch. I must say despite the age difference and coming from opposite parts of the world they got on like a house on fire. It helped Petra to relax. After lunch, I took a nap and Petra got busy in the kitchen. She had a lot to do after al . Prepare a nice vegetable soup, with tiny meatbal s, I insisted on that, then fillet the soles and steam them, peel the potatoes, and cut them into nice even bars. She’d seen on the internet how they served potatoes in some fancy restaurants and absolutely wanted to copy that. I must admit, when they were served, they looked far more appetizing than just cut into uneven chunks like we normal y do.
By 5 o’clock she had everything ready for the final preparation and presentation. She looked tired, especial y since she was so tensed up by what she had riding on this meal. I told her to take it easy now and we had a cup of tea together. At six I said goodbye to Jada, closed the shop, and Petra began her final preparations for ‘The Meal’ as we had now christened it jokingly.
Right on the dot of 7, the bel rang and Grace arrived. I buzzed her in.
“Hel o Grace, how are you doing?”
“Not too bad, I managed to close a very interesting deal today, a property I’d had on my books for a long time was final y sold. The owners were very pleased they agreed to wait til now and got the original asking price for it.”
“Excel ent, so are you ready to meet your potential future janitor?”
“Yes, I must admit I’ve been rather nervous about this meeting.”
“You were not the only one, I’ve got a very nervous Polish lady in the kitchen, so please come through and meet her.”
“Grace, may I present you Petra, Petra this is Grace, my cruise companion.”
The girls first shook hands, but Grace pul ed Petra in and gave her the traditional 3
kisses, thus breaking the ice. I saw Petra immediately relax.
“So Petra you would like to be the janitor in my vacation apartments downtown?”
“Yes, ma’am I would like that very much.”
“Wel for starters, you can stop cal ing me ma’am, I’m Grace.”
“Yes,” Petra replied, “Grace.”
“Shal we have a drink? Champers OK for the ladies?”
“By al means, you know I love the stuff don’t you Lew?”
“Yes, for you as wel Petra?”
“Hey Petra, please join us, we are amongst friends here and I’m sure you like Champagne as wel ?”
“Yes, I do Grace.”
“Great that’s settled then, Champagne al around Lew.”
Petra had also prepared some hors d’oeuvres to go with the aperitif which already pleasantly surprised Grace.
“This doesn’t seem to be the first time you’ve cooked Petra.”
“No Grace, I worked for a caterer in Belgium before I became a cleaning lady, and I did learn a lot there. Their specialty was organizing big receptions and business parties.”
“I also understood from Lew you were into bodybuilding?”
“Yes.”
“You must tel me al about it, I am real y curious to learn about that sport.”
“Could I maybe first serve the meal.”
“Yes, of course, I’m just babbling and we don’t want to let al your cooking hard work go to waste now do we?”
“As a starter, we have a vegetable soup, with, upon Lew’s specific request tiny meatbal s.”
“Yeah, that’s Lew for you he just loves those cute little meatbal s in his soup.”
The soup was excel ent; it reminded me of the soup my mom used to make when I was a kid. My mom always served soup, she claimed that it was better for your health to have a bowl of soup first before attacking the main dish. That way you would not eat too much of the main course and the dessert, and stay lean. It did help: I never got a beer bel y. Grace was over the moon about the main course, she couldn’t stop praising Petra for how delicious it was and so wel prepared.
“I must admit Grace that again Lew told me you prefer fish over meat; he said that he found that out during your cruise together.”
“So you were paying attention to what I ate during our trip, Lew?”
“I was paying attention to everything about you dear,” I said with a knowing smile.
Final y, Petra served the dessert and again Grace was in seventh heaven. She is not an ice-cream-o-holic like I am, so that’s why I steered Petra in the direction of something chocolaty. We finished with a nice cup of coffee and homemade cookies, by Petra of course. She had been busy the whole afternoon and although I had sort of fol owed what she was doing, she stil managed to surprise me.
“So Petra, you think you would enjoy working as a janitor for me?”
“Oh, yes Grace, especial y if housing goes with it.”
“Yes; Lew told me you had problems with your landlord, what exactly are the problems?”
“The place I live in is not up to standard, a lot of the stuff is broken or malfunctioning and he doesn’t do anything about it. I have to make smal repairs myself and when I tel him I need some new things, even essential stuff, he refuses to reimburse me, but if I don’t put them in, the place becomes uninhabitable. He stil keeps on raising my rent.”
“I see, yes that’s not real y nice, now I better understand why you’re so keen to find a position that includes housing. You do know that you’l be living in the cel ar?”
“Yes, but it’s not ful y underground Lew told me, it’s more like a half basement?”
“Yes, it’s the space used in the good old days when these houses were built, for the kitchen and the staff to work and sometimes even sleep in. Wel , the higher-ranking staff, like the butler, the housekeeper, and the cook slept there. The rest of the staff slept in the attic, which would also be available for you if you wish. It could even be a nice workout area for you, do you stil practice your bodybuilding?”
“I do try to keep in shape, but I don’t do competition anymore.”
“I would like to know more about the competition aspect of it, is it hard to expose your body?”
“It is in the beginning, but you get used to people gawking at you, besides we always wear a bikini or a bathing suit…and lots of oil.”
“Would you dare to show us?”
“Lew can show you the photos he took of me.”
“Why am I not surprised Lew took photos of you, I bet he even took photos of you without the bathing suit or bikini.”
Now that made Petra blush, “Yes he did.”
“OK Lew let’s have these photos, I’m so curious to see Petra doing these funny poses showing off her muscles.”
“Oh boy, I’d have to dig deep to find those photos, I think we’d better ask Petra to do a live show.”
“Oh no Lew what would my future employer think of me should I strip and show off my body?”
“Grace, what do you think? Would you hold that against her?”
“I would hold it against her if she didn’t do it! I love to look at a nice female body, especial y a muscular one, so Petra please don’t let that stop you, on the contrary, I encourage you to go ahead and give us a smal bodybuilding show. I always wanted to attend one, but never dared, so let me dare you to go ahead and do it here and now.”
“OK if you insist,” Petra replied, “but I must warn you I don’t have the type of bikini with me that I normal y wear for these shows.”
“We are amongst friends dear, and I would be more than happy were you only to wear your skin to show us.”
Now that made Petra blush, she was absolutely not used to another female being so forward.
“Shal I go to the bedroom to take my gear off Lew?”
“I don’t see why, if we’re going to see you naked anyway, you may as wel get undressed right here. I’ve seen you naked before. You know what, I’l strip too so you don’t feel al alone, and maybe Grace wil do as wel …later on? Won’t you Grace just to be supportive?”
“I may consider it if the mood strikes me.”
Hesitantly Petra began to remove her T-shirt by grabbing the hem and pul ing it over her head, revealing her nice lace bra covering her smal ish perky boobs. Her jeans fol owed next. When she was in her underwear, she struck a few bodybuilding poses showing off the muscles in her arms and legs and of course her muscled abdomen.
“Wow Petra, you look fabulous, very muscular, and yet so very feminine. Have you always had smal boobs, or is this because of your training?”
“I always had smal boobs, I was a laughing stock at school: when al the other girls were already sporting serious boobs I stil had nothing showing.”
“Did you ever consider having a boob job?”
“When I was 18 yes, before that my mother didn’t want to know about it, she claimed that it ran in the family and I had to learn to live with it.”
“But clearly you never had one then?”
“No, it never posed a problem for the competition. I had competitors who’d had them but they didn’t look good and far from natural and that’s what the judges prefer, a muscular but natural look.”
“Why don’t you reveal these two cuties for us now?” Grace asked.
“Hey, Grace, why don’t you treat us to your beauties as wel then, a question of it being more equal?”
“OK, if you take off your boxer shorts as wel , it may be more comfortable for you as I see something straining very hard to get out of there.”
I jumped up and pul ed my boxers down, leaving me starkers, Petra’s hands moved to her back unhooking her bra and Grace got up, unzipped her dress, and let it drop to the floor. She was not completely naked, but at least she was showing us some skin and her perky C-cups pushed up by her balcony bra.
“They are lovely Petra, I’m glad you never got a boob job, it wouldn’t look good on your toned body you are perfect as you are. I guess you are completely hairless when you do these competitions?”
“Yes I am,” Petra replied taking off her panties, leaving her completely naked like myself.
The only one stil wearing clothes, wel underwear anyway, was Grace.
“Come on Grace don’t keep us in suspense, be a good sport and show yourself as we did.”
Grace being Grace didn’t dawdle and removed her bra and panties.
“Stil shaven I see?”
“Yes, just the way you like it, or have you changed your mind and want to see my red bush again?”
“I’m not sure which look I prefer, from a visual standpoint I would say oh yes let it grow, I like to look at that fiery bush, but then when I think cunnilingus, I prefer it bald.”
“Shal I grow a smal bush, trimmed in an artful way, just above my slit to satisfy both your cravings maybe?”
“That would be ideal, would you do that for me?”
“You know I’l do anything to please you teddy bear.”
Grace was looking at Petra with sort of hungry eyes, “can I touch them?” she asked.
“Euh, yes I guess.”
“Have you never been touched by a woman?”
“Oh yes, thanks to Lew.”
Grace careful y cupped Petra’s boobs, making her nipples pebble.
“Care to touch mine?” Grace whispered.
Without reply, Petra cupped Grace’s C-cups, enticing a moan from her lips. Very quietly I picked up my camera and began taking pictures. This needed to be recorded for posterity, Petra being touched by Grace for the first time. The girls just looked into each other’s eyes and gently played with each other’s tits. Now that
Petra’s nipps were completely erect, Grace couldn’t restrain herself from taking them between thumb and index and giving them a squeeze. Petra moaned, when Grace pinched harder, Petra moaned harder too accompanied by a sigh.
“Are you into BDSM dear?” Grace whispered in her ear.
“Just a little,” Petra replied, “Lew introduced me to that lifestyle.”
“Did he now, please do tel me how he got you to submit?”
“I lost a bet and had to submit to him in the cel ar for 2 hours.”
“The bet had to do with him holding out didn’t it?”
“Yes, I bet I could make him cum with a blowjob within 20 minutes.”
“I could have told you upfront you would lose that bet darling.”
“I never met a man before I couldn’t make ejaculate sucking his dick for so long, at first he proposed 15 minutes but I increased it to 20 being total y sure he wouldn’t be able to last that long, but the bugger did.”
“Yes, even if you would have given him 30 minutes he would stil have won.”
“Yeah, I heard later why and how.”
“So do I conclude you’re not averse to some BDSM play either?”
“As long as it isn’t too extreme, no, we had a very nice session.”
“That’s good to know as the ground floor apartment does have a BDSM-themed room, which of course you would need to clean and put in order after the visitors have played in it.”
“That’s OK…wil I be required to participate in these games?”
“Only if you want to, but that would be strictly between you and the visitors. Come to think of it, you could possibly earn a nice little extra there if you do.”
“Have you seen that our host is taking photos of us?”
“Yes I have and I think we need to punish him for doing that without asking.”
All of a sudden both girls attacked me, Petra quickly moved behind me and put her strong arms around my waist, while Grace grabbed my bal s and squeezed them lightly.
“And what do we think we’re doing mister photographer? Taking pictures without asking permission?” Squeeze!
“Auw!…Sorry ladies, but I thought I needed to capture this tender moment between future employee and future employer.”
“Is that the only reason, or did you think you could get us to pose in the nude for free?” Squeeze!
“Serves you right, I just learned you tricked this poor innocent Polish girl into submitting to you in the club.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Making her believe she would be able to make you cum within a certain time with her innocent mouth, while you knew upfront you couldn’t lose that bet.” Squeeze!
“Stop squeezing my bal s please, you’re kil ing me.”
“What would you like me to do with them, tie them up? Flog them? Cut them off maybe?”
“Please no, they’re very dear to me.”
“Would you prefer us to kiss them or suck on them, maybe?”
“That would be nice.”
“Can we let you loose?”
“Yes, I won’t go anywhere if you do what you so nicely suggested.”
Petra takes her arms away from my torso, al owing me to breathe again. Oh my God, that woman can squeeze. I felt her boobs and hard nipples press against my back, while her hand moved towards my bal s again. I held my breath, but when she reached them she took them tenderly and tickled them with her fingers. Now that had an immediate effect on my cock making it become hard again after the manhandling it had had to endure by Grace’s hand. Grace dropped to her knees, taking the aforementioned hard pole in her hand, holding it in front of her face, and placing a tender kiss on the head. A smal drop of pre cum appeared on the little slit, which she greedily licked up.
Petra’s hands moved back to my front, tickling my nipples which immediately became as hard as hers. I took Grace’s head between my hands and held it while I slowly started to fuck her hot mouth. It was great but I desperately wanted to taste pussy as wel , so I pul ed Grace up, taking both girls’ hands, and led them to the bedroom. I lay on the bed with my legs spread and motioned Petra to straddle my face. Grace didn’t need any instructions: she continued what she’d already started in the living room, sucking my dick. She knew she could go on for quite a while before I would cum in her mouth, giving me ample time to lick and suck Petra’s pussy towards an orgasm.
The latter had straddled me, with her face toward me, al owing me also to play with her cute titties and pinch her hard nipples. The harder I pinched them, the harder she moaned, proving she was indeed a sort of pain/pleasure addict, even if it was only with her nipples. While feasting on her pussy, I felt Grace abandon my cock and start moving. I silently hoped that she would straddle me too and start fucking me, and I was not disappointed as I felt her hot moist pussy slide over my shaft. I also
saw her hands appear in front of Petra, pushing my hands away from her tits and claiming them for herself to play with.
This resulted in more intense moans and sighs escaping from Petra’s partly opened mouth. It quickly became clear, that contrary to myself, she didn’t need 20 minutes or more of oral stimulation to reach her peak. As my hands were now idle due to Grace’s takeover action for her boobs, I moved my left to her lovely firm ass, kneading it while stimulating her pucker with the tip of my index finger. While with my right, I desperately tried to stimulate the entry of her wet channel, while my tongue continued to circle her little bundle of nerves, alternating with sucking on it.
“Yes, yes, ooooh my Gawd this feels so good, yes, right there Lew, oh yes you’re gonna make me cum, keep going, keep going, suck on my clit, yes, YES…” and then al of a sudden, total silence, only hard breathing as she went completely rigid reaching her orgasm. After about 30 seconds of total silence with Petra not moving, I started to worry.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes, oh yes, God Lew…”
“God I am not dear, just worried about you’re wel -being.”
“No I mean that was a Godlike orgasm, I just need some time to recover. I’l get out of the way so you can experience Grace to the ful .”
Petra moved off me and lay on her back at my right side, looking at the ceiling through orgasm-glazed eyes. Now I had a ful view of Grace’s gorgeous body going up and down my rigid pole trying to ride me to kingdom cum. I had every intention to make her work for it. I just love it when a woman tries every trick in their book to make me cum, which is exactly what Grace was doing. She used her pussy squeezing skil s to reach her goal, but I distracted her by grabbing her boobs, to which I now had unrestricted access due to Petra’s move. I wondered if she would also get hotter if I squeezed her nipples.
As far as I remembered I’d only seen Tanja squeeze one of her nipples, but lightly when she and Maggy visited the club. I had no idea what Jeff or Rachel or for that matter Lori had done with her when she spent some private time with either on the cruise or in Florida, but she never mentioned anything about it to me. Al of a sudden I remembered, that I had indeed tried it before during our trip to London and it had a very satisfying effect on her then, so high time to do it again.
While I moved one hand to her pussy to stimulate her little pleasure center, I took one of the upper nubbins between my thumb and index and squeezed it, lightly at first but adding pressure as I heard her moaning increase. These moves made her forget al about her mission to make me cum as quickly as possible. While her breathing started to accelerate I saw her getting closer and closer to her own ultimate pleasure point.
While looking down at me between whimpers of pleasure erupting from her lips she whispers, “How do you always manage to make me cum first?”
“Why do you ask dear? Don’t you like what I’m doing?”
“I love what you’re doing, but I wanted to make you cum first.”
“Sorry dear but that is total y against my principles, I always want the woman to cum before I do, so why don’t you hurry up and cum.”
“When…you…keep doing…what…you’re doing…I’l cum, yes…YES…YES, you did it again! ”
I just love to see a woman cum, they look so beautiful when they do, and today I had, had the pleasure of seeing two of my favorite women cum right in front of me, enough to definitively take me also over the brink. I let go of Grace’s boob and pussy, grabbed her ass with both of my hands held it tight while lifting my abdomen and shoving my cock as deep as it could possibly go into her hot little furnace. Due to her own orgasm, said furnace squeezed my dick hard like a milking machine gone berserk. Inside her tunnel of love, it was a battle of juices, hers trying to come out and mine trying to go in. It felt amazing, putting a lot of additional pressure on both our pleasure centers.
After that orgasm, Grace turned into a wet noodle and fel to my left side, stil panting. I shoved my arms under the shoulders of these two gorgeous women and pul ed them close to me. Both looked at me with smiles on their faces, and we lay like that for a good ten minutes, slowly returning to earth.
“Wel , Grace are you convinced that Petra can put a decent meal on the table?”
“Euh, yes, and she convinced me of a lot more than just that as wel .”
”OK, what‘s next now, a visit to the place itself?”
“Yes, of course, I guess you would like to see for yourself where you could work and live wouldn’t you Petra?”
“Oh, yes please.”
“I guess it’s a bit late in the day now, isn’t it, what time is it anyway?”
“It’s early…in the morning.”
“Is it past midnight already?”
“Yes dear, it’s around one in the morning.”
“Oh boy, time flies when you’re having fun doesn’t it?”
“You said it, so, what shal we do, just get some sleep, or do you need to return home?”
“I’m fine to spend the night, how about you Petra?”
“I don’t mind, in fact, I would prefer it rather than having to go home in the middle of the night by myself, with al the weirdos that roam the streets at night nowadays.”
“OK ladies, but you know what the price is for staying in hotel Lew?”
Both girls looked at me with big eyes and almost in unison replied, “NO!”
“The price to pay for a night in my hotel is preparing a royal breakfast for the landlord in the morning.”
“Oh, if that’s al , I guess we wil be able to do that between the two of us, won’t we Petra?”
“Euh, yes, I guess.”
“It wil be good practice for you, and I can judge your breakfast-making skil s as part of the interview.”
“I guess we’l take a shower in the morning then ladies and get some shut-eye now?”
“YES PLEASE!” they said in unison again.
Both cuddled by my side in my arms, their heads on each of my shoulders, one hand on my chest, another on my cock. I couldn’t have cared less who was holding what, I was knackered. I would probably wake up during the night, with my arms asleep, but I was convinced it was wel worth it. I must say in the end I was pleasantly surprised when I surfaced after a couple of hours. My arms were not asleep, I was on my side spooning Grace, cupping one of her soft boobs and I felt Petra cuddled up against my back, one of her arms across my chest and one leg between mine.
When I woke up in the morning around 7 I was lying flat on my back and when I opened my eyes found both of them on their sides facing me and looking at me and each other.
Grace was the first to speak, “God it’s nice to wake up with a person next to you, isn’t it Petra?”
“Yes it is, that’s the thing I miss most since I’ve been alone.”
“Me too, dear, me too.”
“So ladies, are you going to take care of breakfast now for this poor photographer who al owed you to spend the night in his comfy bed?”
“Shower first mister photographer, care to join us, you can wash our backs, I think that’s the least you can do for the slaves that wil prepare your morning feast.”
“Why only your back dear, what about the rest of your body, does it need to stay dirty?”
“I didn’t want to put you out, dear sir, if you feel up to the task of washing fronts and backs I wouldn’t mind.”
No need to mention that a lot of horseplay went on and we spent the best part of an hour in the shower. After that, the girls insisted on preparing breakfast in the buff, who was I to complain? Final y, shortly after 10, we were ready to go to Grace’s apartments. I took them by car to the terminus of the tram as parking on that street was always a nightmare.
When we arrived at the house Petra was surprised it was such an imposing building, and her surprise continued as we entered. First Grace wanted to show her the apartments. The one on the ground floor was completely finished and already partly furnished as I remembered from the visit together with Jeff and Rachel. I wondered if something had been done with what was supposed to be the red room. Wel , first I wondered if Petra would be curious enough to ask about the smal staircase and door in the corner of the living room.
“As you can see Petra, the apartment can house two couples, offering each a separate bedroom, but a common bathroom. We expect the couples who would rent this place to know each other even intimately to al ow for a joint bathroom.”
“I don’t immediately see anything I couldn’t handle,” Petra said.
“You would be expected to make the beds every day and clean everything just like in a hotel change the sheets and towels and wash everything, and, dependent on the occupant’s wishes, serve breakfast in the living room. To make that easy you can use the smal service elevator hidden in the closet and serve the meal you prepared in the cel ar from there in the apartment. This would be agreed upon on an individual basis, including time and what they prefer to eat. It could go from something as simple as cereal, fruit, and tea or coffee but it could also be a ful -cooked breakfast, like the one we did this morning.”
“As long as they don’t require it to be served 5 minutes after ordering, I can handle it.”
“No, as I said for breakfast, for instance, they need to place the order up front, say the evening before, specifying at what time they want it. What they want could vary of course.”
“Sounds good, just a quick question, I saw some steps and a smal door in the corner of the room, does that lead to the kitchen?”
“Would you like to see where it leads to?”
“Euh yes…hang on is that perhaps the Red Room Lew mentioned?”
“Oh, Lew, you told her about the Red Room? I wanted that to be a surprise!”
“Sorry dear, it slipped out when I was explaining to her that she might be required to clean up some nasty stuff as wel in a Red Room.”
“Spoilsport!”
“Sorry again, but as far as I know it’s just an empty room, unless…?”
“Ah, now I’ve got you curious. You’l have to join us to find out, but you’l only be al owed after Petra and I have visited it, so you just wait here until we give you permission to enter.”
The girls descended the smal staircase, Grace opened the door and switched on the light. When Petra entered the room I heard another sharp intake of breath, so I guessed the room was furnished now, which made me even more curious to be al owed to visit it. Grace wouldn’t be Grace if she didn’t keep me on tenterhooks waiting to be al owed in. I heard her explain in detail to Petra what was inside, almost biting my nails to see for myself.
Final y, after at least 15 minutes I heard her shout, “Lew, you can join us now if you wish.”
If I wish, I had been dying up here for an eternity to see it, “I’l be right there dear,”
I replied and almost jumped down the 5 steps.
When I came in I had almost the same reaction as Petra. Although the room was a lot smal er than the one in the movies, I immediately recognized it. One big difference, due to its size there was only the red leather sofa but not the big bed, and there were fewer cupboards and displays with flogging material, but it contained a nice spanking bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a medieval pillory, so plenty of stuff to restrain a sub for spanking or whipping. Due to the low ceiling, it was not possible to suspend someone upside down, but I knew that from my previous visit.
“If this is a copy of this Red Room in the movie, I’m definitely going to watch it,”
Petra said to Grace.
“It’s 3 movies, dear like there are 3 books as wel . You may want to read the books first before you watch the movies. If you want them I can lend you my copy.”
“That would be great.”
“How about a little sample of what can be done here Petra?”
“You mean now?”
“If it’s OK with Grace, yes, I could play a bit with you, to get you in the mood.”
“Grace?”
“We stil need to see the rest of the cel ar Lew, that’s where Petra would be residing, so maybe she wants to see that first, rather than play games with you now?”
“OK, we can always come here another time to play, now couldn’t we Petra? Maybe when you live here, provided Grace wants to take you on as janitor of course.”
We left the Red Room and went back to the front door to take the other smal staircase there to visit the cel ar floor. Walking through al the rooms, Petra almost got lost.
“Jeez this is big, and that would al be for me to reside and work in?”
“Yes dear, you’l need to maintain it as wel of course, but you can use al the rooms.”
“When can I move in?” Petra shouted, “sorry… if you think you want me to take up the position, of course?”
“As far as I’m concerned you have the job, but do you think you can handle it, it’s a big house, and tourists can sometimes make a real mess or be a pain in the ass.”
“Yes I know, I worked in a hotel for a while when I just arrived in Belgium, I know al about the mess tourists can make, but this is only for a maximum of 8 people, so yes I think I can handle it.”
“And the pay, would that be OK? Part of your remuneration consists of the free housing, you can imagine this is only a part-time job, you’l need to get another part of your income from somewhere else.”
“No problem, I’l keep on cleaning for Lew and a few of my current clients as wel . I have this elderly couple I clean for and I couldn’t leave them without help, they’re just so adorable.”
“OK then, let’s go to the office and I can give you a contract, first for 6 months. We’l see how it goes. If everything turns out al right, I’l give you an open-ended contract after that, unless the tourist market completely col apses and I don’t get any customers anymore. You’l have to take that into consideration as wel .”
“That’s no problem, even if it stops after 6 months, I wil be rid of this awful landlord and maybe you can help me get a nice rental place should I need to move out of here?”
“Deal, if the thing stops, I’l make sure you get decent affordable alternative housing, I’l even put that in your contract. What kind of realtor would I be if I couldn’t make sure to get decent housing at an acceptable rate for one of my then maybe ex employees?”
“Thank you Grace, so when can I move in?”
“As far as I’m concerned you can move in tomorrow, but you’l have to live with building noise as the upper floor is stil under construction.”
“I don’t mind, I guess they won’t be working at night?”
“No definitely not.”
We took the tram back to my car and I drove them to Grace’s office where, as agreed, Petra got her 6 months contract. She was over the moon and kept on thanking Grace and me for the opportunity, convincing Grace she wouldn’t let her down. After I dropped Grace at her place, Petra insisted on treating me to lunch. I
took her to Mario’s for one of his famous pizzas. Do I need to tel you that after lunch she wanted to join me in my place for coffee and…
I let her stay the night so that she could start her cleaning work the next morning bright and early, she appreciated it and so did I.
During breakfast, which Petra kindly prepared for me the next morning, I remembered that I urgently needed to make an appointment with Daniel e to drink that bottle of Burgundy we were so graciously offered by the chef during our dinner in the kitchen at The Deerhunter shortly before Christmas. I wondered if her sister Claire would participate…
Horseplay with Dawn.
On Tuesday I was in the shop sorting some stuff when the doorbel rang and someone came in. I looked up briefly and saw a young blond woman in the shop. I didn’t real y pay much attention to her as I was in the middle of something rather complicated so I just asked her to give me a minute.
“Sure Lew, no problem,” the woman replied.
I immediately recognized the voice, but the woman I had seen coming in did not match the voice at al . That voice went with a young blonde with extremely long hair capable of playing Lady Godiva, so I looked up. The face looked familiar and indeed matched Dawn’s face, but God her hair, it was extremely short à la Grace Jones.
“Dawn?”
“Yes Lew, didn’t you recognize me?”
“Not at first no, what have you done? Where did your lovely long blonde hair go to?”
“I donated it.”
“What do you mean you donated it? To whom? Why?”
“A personal friend of mine has cancer and she lost al her hair with the chemo she had to have so I donated my hair to turn it into a wig for her.”
“That is a tremendously noble thing to do - it must have been hard to part with your beautiful long hair.”
“Actual y it wasn’t, in fact, it was a bit of a blessing. The last couple of months it was getting so long and weighing so much that I regularly had terrible headaches.”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry to hear that, so yes I can imagine that this feels like a relief for you.”
“You have no idea, Lew.”
“And what did your parents think of your decision, I know your mom was very proud of your beautiful, extremely long hair.”
“Yes, at first she opposed strongly, but when I told her about the headaches and that I was doing it to help a friend, she quickly changed her mind, saying that it would grow back very fast anyway.”
“Yes maybe, but now that I have this short hair I just love it. I used to spend hours drying it when I washed it and now, I wash it, towel it and I’m done, so I’m not so sure I wil let it get that long again, I could go for a page hairdo though.”
“Yes, I think you would look lovely like that, but I guess that’s not the reason why you’re visiting me?”
“No, I think it’s high time we went riding again.”
“The weather is indeed improving a bit but I think it’s stil far too cold to go riding, I don’t have any winter gear to go riding outside.”
“I don’t mean outside, we could ride under the roof at the stables, they have this huge arena where they teach and practice carousel riding sometimes with larger groups.”
“Carousel riding - it’s been a long time since I’ve done that, we used to do that al through winter when I was riding with the personnel club.”
“You did?”
“Yes, we got together every Friday evening in the winter to practice, and when we had our annual open house day to attract new members for the club, we gave a show. I stil remember our teacher had devised a whole show to the music of David Hamilton’s film Bilitis, one of my favorite photographers.”
“That must have been very nice, I do love the music and also the movie of course, and I too very much like his soft focus photos. So does that mean you would like to participate?”
“Riding under a roof, occasional y yes, carousel riding, I don’t think I’l have the time to do that on a regular basis.”
“You could just join, we do have some members who only ride occasional y with us as wel .”
“Yes though if I don’t know the routine I might do some stupid things, breaking it up or even creating havoc.”
“No, absolutely not, you know Hel en, she participates only occasional y as wel .”
“Does she now? She never told me.”
“You know her?”
“Euh, yes, I did a project for her.”
“I thought you knew about it, you were even part of it.”
“I a part of it, in what way?”
“God, she never asked your permission, she promised me she would though.”
“Asked me what permission?”
“If she could use your Lady Godiva photos.”
“What did she want my photos for?”
“OK, let me show you.”
I took Dawn to my office and showed her the famous men’s magazine we had produced for Hel en’s husband’s Christmas present.
“She never told me anything about this.”
“Oh boy, are we in trouble now? Hel en convinced me she had your approval to use these photos. Shal I give her a ring?”
“Yeah, I’m curious how she’s going to weasel her way out of this one.”
I dialed Hel en’s number, wel I dialed the number of the garage, as that was the one I had handy. After the second ring, someone picked up the phone.
“Hel o, how may I be of service?” A female voice said, which I immediately recognized as Hel en’s.
“Hel o Hel en, I’m afraid I have some very disturbing news for you.”
“Why, what’s happened, did someone die, are you il and dying?”
“No, I’m afraid we could potential y face legal action against us concerning the magazine.”
“Legal action concerning the magazine? What did we do wrong? Was the name we chose copyright after al ?”
“No, one of the models in the magazine might sue us for using her photos without her consent.”
“What do you mean one of the models, which model? I was the model.”
“Yes and no, there was one other model involved and apparently you didn’t get her permission to use the photos.”
“I stil don’t understand who it could be…unless…is it, Dawn?”
“I’m afraid so dear, apparently you never got her approval to use the Lady Godiva photos.”
“Oh my God, yes now that you mention it, I may have completely forgotten to ask her, and is she going to press charges?”
“Charges, I don’t know but I think she’s going to ask for a serious amount of money because we used the photos without her explicit permission.”
As I had the phone on speaker, Dawn had been able to fol ow the whole conversation and strangely enough, was having a lot of trouble not bursting out laughing. I mentioned to her to stay quiet. She held her hand over her mouth.
“How did she find out she was in the magazine? There were only a limited number of copies, how did she get a hold of one?”
“I’m afraid I’m the guilty party dear, she tricked me into showing it to her and she told me she had no idea we used the photos.”
“That can’t be true, and now that I come to think of it, I’m sure I did ask her one evening when we went riding together.”
“Are you real y sure?”
Dawn wasn’t able to keep it together anymore and burst out laughing. When the laughing died down a bit she looked at me and said, “I real y had both of you going didn’t I?”
“Is that you Dawn, are you there?” Hel en asked over the phone.
“Yes Hel en, I’m at Lew’s and I thought I could get both of you real y wound up with that, and I did, didn’t I.”
“Are you serious? Was this a complete scam scaring the shit out of me and Hel en?”
“I’m afraid so, you were hilarious, both of you. As a start, I only wanted to scare you Lew, but when you insisted on cal ing Hel en, it was even better. Your face was…my God, I wish I’d had a camera with me to record it.”
“Shame on you young lady to scare a gul ible old man like me.”
“Sorry Lew, sorry Hel en, but hey now that we’ve got you on the line, I was asking Lew if he would be interested in going riding with us again, maybe even participating in one of our carousel sessions.”
“Oh yes that would be great, we’re always a couple of riders short when we do that.”
“But do you think I could just participate without any prior instructions?”
Dawn got in the conversation again by saying, “He only wants to chicken out Hel en, he just told me he did this before when he was stil working and a member of the personnel equestrian club where he worked.”
“Wel there you are Lew, I don’t think you can wriggle out of joining us anymore.”
“OK, I’l come carousel riding with you, but only if I can find the time to do it; when do you actual y do this?”
“Like when you were younger, we get together every Friday evening and do our thing, would that be a problem for you?”
“Maybe not, I’l have to check my calendar.”
“Wel please check if you can participate this Friday.”
“OK…let’s see…you’re in luck, I don’t seem to have anything on this Friday evening, I thought I would have, but it’s been moved to Monday.
“Excel ent, we’l expect you at the stables at 7:30 pm, you’re coming too I hope Hel en?”
“Yes, I’l be there, Dave has something on with his buddies anyway, so I would be stuck at home alone, total y bored.”
We put the phone down and I looked at Dawn.
“Wel young lady, you real y scared the shit out of me and also Hel en with your stunt, maybe I ought to punish you for that.”
“Oh would you Lew, like you did when you visited me that night and ravished me?”
“Yeah, you real y seemed to like that, wel at least after your first initial shock?”
“Yes, when you walked into the apartment I was real y scared, thinking to myself, what have I agreed to? After al , I didn’t know you that wel at the time, you could have raped or even kil ed me.”
“You know by now, that is not in my nature, I always try to give the women I’m with the best time possible, even if it’s a bit kinky sometimes. Although I promised you another nightly visit, I’m afraid it wouldn’t be the same if we were to attempt a repeat.”
“You may be right, I wouldn’t have the same fear, which I must now admit got my pussy flowing and gave me that earth-shattering orgasm at the end. So I guess you’l have to come up with something different to surprise and punish me.”
“Who knows? I may come up with something you don’t expect at al ; maybe I’l just need to have a good look around the stables Friday evening, or I could take you to the cel ar.”
“You mean the BDSM club?”
“Yes that’s the cel ar I’m referring to, the one your parents wanted to visit. Did they eventual y go there?”
“I have no idea, they mentioned it but I don’t know if they actual y went.”
“Would you like to go? It might create some tension and fear in you again.”
“I’m not sure I real y want to try genuine BDSM.”
“What I made you experience that famous night was definitely BDSM. It doesn’t always need to involve excruciating pain, the trick is to find the right balance between tension, pain, and pleasure, sometimes involving total surrender, I hope that is what I made you experience that night?”
“Oh yes, I remember you hitting me with al kinds of whips while I was restrained and then you played with ice cream on my body, which at first seemed painful but in the end it wasn’t, it just aroused me even more, especial y your commanding voice.
So yes maybe a visit to the club might be the answer, I already know I’l be nervous as hel when it happens.”
“OK, now al we need to know is if I should take you on a public night or if I ask Tanja if I can take you when the club is closed.”
“Please ask Tanja if you can take me when it’s closed, I’m not ready yet to get naked in front of a lot of people I don’t know.”
“You wouldn’t be the only one naked there, believe me, most doms walk in with their sub already devoid of al clothing, except for a col ar and leash, and I’m running out of favors I can ask Tanja, after al , I’m just the landlord and I have a free membership because I do some photography work for her.”
“OK we can go on a public night, but you need to give me plenty of warning when you want to do that, I absolutely don’t want to run into somebody I know.”
“If you ran into somebody you’d know, they wouldn’t probably want to be recognized for similar reasons.”
“With somebody I know, I mean my parents duh.”
“Oh, I thought they’d given up on visiting the club?”
“That I don’t know, al I know is they haven’t gone, wel not to my knowledge anyway, but with those two you never know.”
“How come?”
“Since they posed for you, they can’t keep their hands off each other, they’re like two teenagers al over again. What did you do to them?”
“I gave them a few pointers on how to have satisfying sex and they took to it like a duck to water.”
“I see, so that’s what happened.”
“Yes, and I also told them to give their daughter a proper sex education.”
“Oh, I see I’ve got you to thank for al these awkward talks they had with me during the past couple of months.”
“I’m afraid so, when they were young, their sex education was virtual y nonexistent and they never had any real pleasure having sex, wel at least your mom didn’t. She always faked it.”
“Oh my God, poor mom.”
“Yes, indeed when I saw them at it…”
“You saw them at it when?”
“During the photo session, of course, they wanted some live-action photos as wel and then I saw that your mom was faking it, and I couldn’t take it any longer so I confronted them with this fact. At first, your dad got real y mad at me and your mom kept on denying it but, in the end, she had to admit she had been faking orgasms for the past 25 years. Your dad was completely devastated when he found out.”
“And what happened then?”
“I gave them their first real sex lesson, making your dad get acquainted with your mom’s female anatomy and how he needs to treat it to give her a real orgasm. And to boot, I told them they should give their daughter a proper sex education as wel so that she wouldn’t have to experience what your mom had to experience al those years.”
“Oh my God so that’s where al these talks came from, I always wondered. One day my mom even insisted on demonstrating how to masturbate and tel any potential partners I would have in the future how to give me pleasure. That was so embarrassing, especial y as I knew about al that stuff already figuring it al out by myself, and with the help of some of my friends, male and female”
“I’m sorry to be responsible for embarrassing you in front of your parents, but after what I made them go through, just think they did it for the best, fol owing my instructions.”
“Wel I survived and in the end, that’s how I got to know you.”
“Yes indeed, if your parents hadn’t had the idea of having their picture taken for their silver anniversary, we would probably never have met and I wouldn’t have gone horse riding with you.”
“And with Hel en don’t forget.”
“Yes and with Hel en, although I met her through her husband and his obsession with photographing her in the nude on horseback.”
“What exactly is this obsession about wanting to photograph naked women again, I thought I met someone with the same obsession Dave has.”
“I have no idea who you could be referring to dear, though I wouldn’t mind taking a few photos of you with your new hairdo.”
“Would you now? And when would you like to do that?”
“How about this evening, when the shop is closed and I can give it my ful attention?”
“If you throw in dinner, I might be tempted.”
“If that’s what it takes, you’ve got a deal, how about 7, would that suit you?”
“Make it 8 and you’ve got a deal, where wil you take me?”
“Oh, you want to go to a restaurant?”
“What did you think?”
“Oh, I thought I’d give you a sandwich and a cup of coffee.”
“You cheapskate!”
“I’m only joking dear, how about Mario’s, would you like that better?”
“I could just about suffer Mario’s, I do very much like Italian food.”
“Mario’s it is then, wil you come here or do you want us to meet at the restaurant?”
“Maybe it’s better if I come here given your suggestion to photograph me afterward.”
“Oh and don’t forget you agreed to go horseback riding with Hel en and me on Friday.”
“No, I won’t forget dear.”
This is going to be a busy week again, I can feel it in my bones. It’s only just started and I’ve already got a date and the date expects something special. As Dawn left the shop I could see in her eyes that she expects me to come up with another fantasy tonight, something that could top the roleplay I had with her in her apartment a few months ago. I’d better give Tanja a ring to see if I can bring a guest to the club tonight.
Picking up the phone, I dialed her mobile number as I didn’t think she was in the club right now. After the third ring, she picked up.
“Hel o, Tanja.”
“Hi Tanja, Lew.”
“Wel , wel , if it isn’t my favorite house photographer, to what do I owe the pleasure of your cal ?”
“I’m afraid your house photographer needs another favor.”
“You know I can’t refuse you anything, what is it that you want, a flogging, a whipping, would you like to be my doggy? Oh God, no you’re not a sub, you’re training to be a dom, sorry I keep forgetting. So do you need another lesson, or do you have a new young lady you wish to introduce to the lifestyle?”
“How did you guess?”
“OK, who is it this time, someone I know? Or is it a new one of your nude models?”
“Right again, you do read me wel Tanja, but no it’s not one of my new nude models, in fact, you do know her, not that you have met her in person, but you’ve seen pictures of her.”
“Where could I have seen pictures of her?”
“Think back to the magazine…Lady Godiva…”
“You mean the girl on horseback with the extremely long blonde hair?”
“That’s the one, but if you saw her now you wouldn’t recognize her.”
“How come?”
“She had her hair cut, she looks a bit like Grace Jones now, except for the skin color.”
“Oh my God, why did she do that? She was absolutely stunning.”
“She donated her hair to make a wig for a friend with cancer, but that’s not what I’m cal ing about. A few months ago I had a very nice role-play session with her, with a bit of BDSM thrown in and she would like to experience something like that again.”
“That wasn’t in the club?”
“No, I played burglar in her apartment and then ravished her, but if we were to do the same thing, the surprise and fear which gave her a tremendous orgasm, would not be there, so I was thinking of doing something with her in the club.”
“So you want to bring her to the club?”
“Yes please.”
“OK, I would like to see her in the flesh as wel , she looked gorgeous in those photos. And when would you like to bring her?”
“Euh, tonight, around 10.”
“Darn, I won’t be there.”
“That’s a pity because I also wanted to ask you to play a bit with her as wel .”
“Jack wil be here, he can tie her up and then you can play with her, or even both of you if she would be up for something like that.”
“I don’t know if she would be wil ing to submit to both of us together, we can always see how she reacts, but then you’l not be able to see her which is a pity, how can I make that up to you?”
“Do you think you’l be able to convince her to come for a second visit in a few weeks when I’m around? You can let me play with her then?”
“I’l definitely try, I know she’s bi, so it might work. A lot wil depend on her experience tonight.”
“Don’t you worry, I’l make sure Jack wil give her the experience of a lifetime.”
“OK, thanks, I’l bring her via the private entrance, if that’s not a problem?”
“Has it ever been?”
“No, you’re right, thanks again Tanja, I owe you one.”
“Don’t you worry mister photographer I wil col ect when the time is ripe.”
“Oh boy, that could be trouble for me when Tanja wants to col ect, but then again the previous times were usual y fun when I had to return her a favor.”
Next, I cal ed Mario’s to book a table for tonight, a discreet table, or else the vil age gossip mil would be going into overdrive again when I’m seen dining with yet another beautiful very young woman.
I had every intention of photographing her in the nude again when we got back from dinner and I wanted to take her to the club in that attire as wel . Maybe I would be able to use that smal freight elevator Jack instal ed on my request. It was something I’d seen in a BDSM movie, just big enough to hold a tied-up female body in an upright position. In the movie, the Master got his sub very scared when he lowered her and then closed the top leaving her in complete darkness. I wanted to take her tied up and blindfolded to the club and do it in a way that she had no real idea where I was taking her. I hoped that would top the fear experience I gave her the last time in her apartment. Thinking back it was only logical that I use the elevator as taking her blindfolded down the stairs would be far too dangerous.
To ensure everything would work the way I hoped, I asked Jada if she would be wil ing to try it out for me. As my sub, she had no problem. I gave her a cock and bul story about why I wanted to try this and of course, I let her keep her clothes on and didn’t tie her up nor blindfold her. I found out that Jada is not claustrophobic -
good to know. For Dawn, it didn’t real y matter, as she wouldn’t be able to see she was in a very restricted place.
She arrived promptly at 8 and I drove us to Mario’s. As usual, we let Mario prepare whatever he liked and we were not disappointed: the dinner was excel ent. I ordered a medium size carafe of Chianti, but I only had one glass. I had the perfect excuse as I was driving and wanted to keep her safe. Dawn gladly finished the rest, which gave her a nice buzz; not excessive mind you, but just enough to reduce any inhibitions she might have when she found out later what would be expected of her in the club.
When we got back to the studio after dinner, she insisted I take her picture right away. As she walked into the studio she made her way directly to the white backdrop I had set up for her photo session. Walking towards it, she undid the zipper of her dress and dropped it. I had to be quick to switch on the lights and grab my camera.
When she arrived at the spot, she looked stunning. She came clearly prepared to blow my sox off. Under the dress, she wore a very sexy lingerie set, and she surprised me even more when I saw that she had gone to the trouble of adding a suspender belt and stockings. I find women of her age, these days, far too often wear pantyhose instead of the oh so al uring stockings leaving this little bit of naked skin at the top of their thighs free.
When she had stepped into the set, she turned around and struck a pose very similar to the pin-ups in the fifties. Maybe because the outfit she wore could wel have come from that era. I danced around her taking picture after picture. The flash units were in overdrive.
“Would you like more?” she said with a sultry look, “do you want me in my birthday suit?
“Don’t mind if I do darling, you look absolutely ravishing, but in this case, I’d say, less is more.”
“How about some sphere music?”
“Your wish is my command, sphere music coming up.”
After a quick search, I found Joe Cocker’s song from barely 2 years ago “You can leave your hat on”, which I thought was perfectly fitting. During the first part, when Joe was singing about removing the coat and the dress, she just swayed to the music, as she already had removed those of course.
She picked it back up when he sang about removing her shoes. I could see that she knew the official video clip when she started to remove her stockings. Which she also threw at me as the girl did in the clip. Dawn didn’t stop with the stockings, she went al the way, also removing her bra, panties, and suspender belt. She took her time to seduce me, al 4 minutes and 10 seconds of the song, and ended her act with her arms and legs spread wide as if saying, this is my body look at it. My camera almost started to smoke from the number of pictures I was taking.
From the sort of shy Lady Godiva I had photographed on horseback, she had turned into a smoking red-hot seductress. How was I going to give her another night to remember? I had a few ideas but I wondered if she would go for them and total y surrender to me, and Jack. God, I hoped he would be there when I took her down shortly. I did of course applaud after her strip act.
“Are you ready for your surprise evening my dear?”
“Oh yes, bring it on, I can’t wait to experience another adventurous evening with you.”
“OK, but remember this evening as my sub you must obey me completely and not ask any questions or make any remarks.”
“Yes but…”
“No BUTS! It’s that or no play, those are the rules. One exception, you need to give me a stop word.”
“Yes, a word which is commonly used in BDSM play to make the person who is playing with you immediately stop what they are doing and bring you back to a safe state, so what is your stop word?”
“Euh…I have no idea…”
“Some subs use various words to indicate if what they experience has become painful but they stil want to continue or when it’s unbearable and they want to stop completely. When a Dom does something with you and he wants to know if you’re OK with it he can ask you and you could reply ‘green’ if it’s OK. If it becomes a bit too painful, you could say ‘orange’ and then ‘red’ would indicate you want to stop completely and immediately.”
“I could go for that, so yes we’l use those words then. What’s next?”
“Put your shoes back on and turn around as I need to restrain you, so I’l have to tie your hands behind your back.”
Dawn turned her al uring naked back to me, God she had an ass to die for, but I needed to concentrate to make sure I did nothing wrong.
I began tying her upper arms in an artistic way, working my way down to her wrists before securing them with a rope around her waist. I felt this was necessary just to be sure she wouldn’t be able to make any sudden moves if she were to panic, especial y when I put her in the smal freight elevator. I hoped that when we went down to the cel ar Jack would notice the progress I made in Shibari. With her arms tied the way they were, her shoulders were pul ed back thus real y pushing her boobs forward. I could almost see her nipples grow as she became more and more aroused by giving me control over her al uring naked body. I couldn’t resist letting my hands slide over her toned abdomen upward and over her gorgeous tits squeezing her nipps in the process.
She closed her eyes and moaned, and that’s when I pul ed a white blindfold, which would only al ow her to see the difference between light and dark, out of my back pocket and slid it over her eyes, securing it at the back. When I did that she began to protest, but I stopped her immediately.
“Is this red for you?”
“Euh…no, I was just surprised at you doing that.”
“Don’t worry, it’s for your own good, it’s better and wil be far more exciting for you in the end.”
“OK.”
“OK, Master!” she said with a tiny voice.
“That’s much better slave, but it wil nevertheless result in some or other punishment when we arrive at our destination.”
“Permission to speak Master?”
“Yes.”
“Will you take me naked, like this to this place Master?”
“Yes I wil , and you’l be seen by many people, but they won’t recognize you wearing the blindfold wil they?”
“Are you su…” I immediately shut her up with a slap on her beautiful butt which had the desired result.
“That wil be an additional 25 swats added to the ones you’ve already earned slave.
Your hide wil be nice and red by the time I have finished with you.”.
I grabbed her tied-together arms and took her to the room with the elevator in the corner of the studio. There was also a round industrial metal staircase, but taking her down the stairs, with the heels she was wearing plus being blindfolded, was far too risky. Besides it helped to get her a bit more scared and insecure as wel , not knowing what was happening to her after I put her in this tight space, getting completely dark and moving down. That was one of the reasons I used the white blindfold, so she could see she was in a dark place.
I stood her in front of the elevator with the door open, facing toward the smal cage, grabbed both her arms, and guided her forward. It was just 3 steps and she was in.
Her naked flesh pressed against the metal back of the elevator. When her tits touched the cold metal surface she gave a smal yelp, not knowing where she was nor what her body was touching. I saw goosebumps appear al over her back. When I closed the door and put her completely in the dark I heard another smal anguished cry.
When the door was secured, I pushed the down button. As it was a freight elevator, it went slowly and there were 3 buttons, up, down, and stop. Now, this was ideal to scare her out of her skin. When she had gone about halfway down, I pushed the stop button stopping the elevator and giving it a jerky movement. Then I made it go up again til it automatical y stopped while I thundered down the metal staircase around the elevator, again scaring her with the noise. When I was at the bottom, I pushed the down button again bringing her al the way down this time. I let her stew for about a minute before I opened the door. She could now see she was again in an
il uminated area, but that was about al she could see. Once we were in the cel ar, she would again be plunged into semi-darkness.
I guided her out of the smal space of the elevator and put a col ar around her neck, to which I attached a leash so I could pul her forward. The space we were in was rather cold and it showed on Dawn’s boobs, which were also affected by her few minutes in the elevator, where it was also very cold. She had goosebumps al over her body and her nipples were very erect. When she went into the club, she would make an immediate impression. I opened the door and a gush of warm air, music, and noise hit us both. She immediately understood what she was facing, and could be observed by a crowd and was a bit reluctant to move forward. A pul on the leash quickly remedied that.
When I went in, I looked for and spotted Jack in his usual Shibari corner busy tying up his favorite sub Elisa. As we made our way toward him, the people we passed immediately noticed Dawn. Not real y surprising, as I usual y went to the club when it was closed and they rarely saw me with a sub. In addition, Dawn was unknown, and that always draws the attention of the different Masters present. In the end, they’re like big kids: when they see a new toy they want to play with it. From some of the younger ones I had met before at the club, I got a thumbs up, while from a few older ones I got envious looks.
By the time I reached Jack, he had tied the last knot on his lovely Elisa. She was suspended from the ceiling, on her side with one leg high up in the air and the other in line with her gorgeous naked body. Her pussy was hidden from view as her arms were tied similarly to her legs, one straight up and the other in front, with her hand sort of over her vulva. I had to look twice as Jack had managed to tape a Magic Wand to her hand which was pressing the vibrating head against her already dripping pussy. He had fastened it to her hand so that Elisa could not remove it from her sex, though she could just about operate the buttons herself. I knew that she was not al owed to cum without his permission but this way, he gave her the means to enjoy herself without breaking the rule.
Aside from being a master in the art of Shibari, Jack was one of the most considerate Masters I knew, always taking good care of his sub, or whomever he was playing with. That’s why I wanted him to play with Dawn during her first visit to the club. I knew he would give her the best possible experience and I had my hands completely free to take al the pictures I wanted.
“Hi Jack, I want you to meet Dawn.”
“Hel o Lew, hel o Dawn, nice to meet you.”
Dawn couldn’t see Jack of course, as she was stil blindfolded so she gave a nod in the general direction of his voice.
“May I ask Lew why Dawn is blindfolded?”
“You see Jack, it’s her first experience in the club and she was a little shy and afraid of al the people looking at her. This way she isn’t bothered by who looks and is in a way a bit unrecognizable.”
“OK, makes sense.”
Before taking over the leash from me Jack motioned for me to put Dawn against a pole that was nearby and walked away with me.
“I’m not sure Lew, but she does look familiar, is this real y her first visit here?”
“I can assure you my friend she’s never been to the club, but you may recognize her from the photos in the club magazine, only there she stil had her extremely long blonde hair and posed as Lady Godiva.”
“Yeah, that’s why she looks familiar, what happened with the hair?”
“She donated it to make a wig for a friend who had lost hers because of a cancer treatment.”
“I see, very generous of her, is she going to let it grow again?”
“To be honest, I don’t think so, she told me she just loves the crew cut she has now so much.
“I can understand, long hair is beautiful but takes a lot of maintenance, especial y with the length hers was, so I perfectly understand her, and she also looks gorgeous with this hairdo.”
“You might recognize her from seeing her mother.”
“Her mother?”
“Yes, that’s how I got to know her, she came with her husband once to the studio for a photo session for their 25th anniversary and I had to give them a sex education.”
“You don’t say.”
“Afterward I heard they even had plans to come to the club, but I don’t know if they ever did. Maybe you know them, George and Janet?”
“Oh yeah, I know you can rest assured I know them them, in fact, they’re rather famous in the club.”
“In what way?”
“George has become my main competitor when it comes to Shibari and Janet just craves pain. So when he’s tied her up, he whips her or has her whipped by any Master who wants to and when she’s al red and covered in welts she wants even more. When she final y cums, she screams like a banshee and squirts al over the place.”
“I hope they’re not here today, as that was Dawn’s biggest fear, being seen by someone she knows or who knows her.”
“Not a chance today, they usual y show up on Friday or Saturday evening.”
“No wonder Dawn doesn’t know about her parent’s escapades, Friday she usual y goes horseback riding and I guess Saturdays she goes dancing with her friends.”
“That might wel be the reason, but if you want to I can arrange for them to come later this evening, I’ve got George’s phone number and I can send him a text, promising a surprise.”
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, after al , Dawn trusts me and I do want to go riding with her as wel on Fridays.”
“Oh, you ride other creatures aside from women? I had no idea.”
“I think it’s high time you started to take care of Dawn; I did promise her a very special experience by a master in the art of Shibari.”
“Yes you’re right, let’s get to it, do I leave her blindfold on or do I remove it?”
“Maybe leave it on for a while until she’s aroused a bit more, I guess when she is, it might not matter anymore if you remove it, but please make sure she’s OK with it before you do.”
“I noticed how you tied up her arms, very nice job Lew, keep up the good work.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but I learned from the best, oh, and before I forget she uses the green, orange, and red combination as a stop word.
As Jack walked up to Dawn and took her leash, I felt real y happy that he final y had noticed what I’d done. To get a compliment like that from Jack was exceptional. He left her arms like they were and began what I guessed would be a Hishi Karada, a ful -body diamond harness, one of his specialties. For a novice like Dawn, it would feel very restrictive, but not painful or anything. It would also al ow Jack to suspend her and display her beautiful boobs in the best possible way.
When finished, he guided Dawn to a spanking bench and made her lie on her stomach, I wondered what he was going to do, give her a spanking? Her sexy butt was now in the perfect position to do so, but I was wrong. Jack began to tie her
ankles to her upper thighs giving her a frog-like appearance. Once that was done, he hooked her torso harness up to one of the winches and, hoisted her in the air. When she was free from the spanking bench he moved the winch back to his tying station.
Dawn was now beautiful y displayed next to Elisa. Where Elisa’s pussy was hidden by her hand, Dawn’s was wide open, almost begging to be touched.
One of the young Masters, who’d been fol owing Jack’s handiwork asked him if he could play with Dawn’s pussy. Jack pointed the guy to me mentioning I was Dawn’s Master and that he needed to ask my permission.
“You are this sub’s Master?” he asked a bit shy.
“Yes, I am, why do you need to know?”
“I’ve been admiring Jack’s work and learning from him and the girl he tied up is so beautiful. I think she deserves to be pleasured.”
“Maybe, but what do you have in mind to pleasure her? Something painful?”
“No, absolutely not, she’s got such a beautiful vulva and I would like to give her an oral orgasm if that’s OK with you?”
“Why her, don’t you have a sub of your own to pleasure?”
“I do, we had a very intensive session just now and she’s resting for the moment.”
“I see, where is she?”
“She’s stil strapped into the gyno chair.”
When I looked in the direction of the chair, I saw this extremely beautiful young woman. The first thing that drew my attention was her ful black bush, a rather uncommon sight in the club as most women were either shaved or even waxed.
From what I could see of her she had a stunning body. Lean, but sporting the most luscious bosom you can imagine. If asked to describe her in a single short phrase, I would say “a boob man’s wet dream”.
“Very beautiful, Oriental is she?”
“Yes sir, she’s from Japan.”
“I see, OK I’l make a deal with you, as you can see I’m a photographer, wel basical y I’m the house photographer and I’ve never had the pleasure to photograph a nude Japanese girl, so you can have your fun with my sub’s pussy if you’l al ow me to photograph yours, do you think she would go for that?”
“She has to obey me.”
“Yes you’re right, but if she’s completely opposed to it, I wouldn’t take her picture, shal we ask her then?”
“If you think that’s necessary?”
“I do my friend, I never impose my wil on a woman, even if she’s my sub, I push her but not beyond our agreed boundaries. Doing it that way wil give both of you far more pleasure, believe me.”
“OK, shal we ask her then?”
“That’s the spirit, afterward we’l ask my sub if she wants to be licked by you, but you may have to wait a bit, as I stil need to discipline her for unauthorized speaking before we arrived.”
We approached the Japanese girl, who was stil recovering from what looked like an intense pussy playing session. I could see a bunch of tools and toys on the rol -away table right next to the chair, even things I would never use on a woman’s vagina like painful-looking needles and clamps. Her body was also covered in tiny red wax spots.
“I’m Leo, by the way, and you are?”
“My name is Lew and in case you don’t know the studio on top of this club is mine, so if you ever want photos of the both of you, maybe in a more romantic setting, you’re always welcome.”
So much for the sales pitch, onward to some Oriental delight, I thought.
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