A Door is Opened
by Chris Snow
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2011 by Chris Snow
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All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years old or
older.
A Door is Opened
Chapter 1
It was almost closing time when Sonya saw him come into the coffee shop again. Immediately she felt the same lightness in her stomach that she had experienced at noontime when she had served him lunch. He was a big man, about six-three, 230 pounds, heavy set but not fat. His face had strong features, with a prominent nose and chin, and his blue eyes showed intelligence. She judged him to be in his 40’s, one of those men who look physically powerful and carry themselves like they are not afraid of anything or anyone.
They had talked a little at lunch time about the weather and what a nice hotel it was, but as she remembered it, she had done most of the talking, and he had mainly just looked at her. She had found it difficult to walk away from his table to serve the other diners. He had told her that is name was Carl, and that he was staying in the hotel.
Sonya had been not been with a man for a long time. Middle aged and average looking, men did not seem to notice her, especially in her frumpy waitress dress with the little name tag that said “Sonya”. Her life was the unending routine of serving mediocre food six days a week at the hotel coffee shop. At night she would lose herself in the fantasies of romance novels, always becoming aroused when the heroine was forced to submit to a powerful man. A few times she had been carried away to the point that she sought out stories on the internet about sexual submission.
The coffee shop closed at 9 PM, and there were no other customers when Carl walked in and took a seat in the corner booth.
Sonya walked over to him and smiled. “Hello again. You must like our coffee shop food.”
He looked at her, but did not return her smile. For what seemed like a minute he locked his eyes on hers. Then finally he spoke. “Bring me a piece of pie and a black coffee.”
Sonya was flustered by his abruptness and the power of his stare. Her knees went weak. It was like she was suddenly hypnotized and not in control of herself.
“Yes, sir,” she said. The words seemed to come from deep within her.
She prepared the pie and coffee in a kind of trance. When she took it to him, he said nothing, but his eyes never left hers. She put down the plate and cup and retreated to the safety of the kitchen. The cook was just finishing his clean up.
“Closing time. I’m outa here,” he said, and he turned off the lights in the kitchen as he left. Sonya had no choice but to go back into the dining area.
Carl was gone. He had taken one bite out of the pie, hardly touched the coffee. There was a $20 bill on his table, and a folded piece of paper. Sonya collected the money and opened the note.
“Room 412. Your safe word is velvet.”
Sonya gasped. “This can’t be happening,” she thought. “Somehow this man has sensed my situation and is using it to try to get to me. Does he really think I am going to come to his hotel room? And giving me a safe word! What makes him think that I even know what a safe word is?”
“Are you OK?” asked the cashier, who was waiting patiently for Sonya to bring the bill and the money.
Sonya realized that she had been pacing back and forth in the dining area. “Oh, I’m fine. Just have a few things on my mind tonight. Here’s the last money of the day.”
The cashier and cook were quickly gone, and Sonya was left to clear the last dishes and lock up the restaurant. She performed these functions in a daze and then found herself in the lobby of the hotel. In spite of her trepidations, she was making note of the fact that the elevators were down the hall that led to the door to the employee parking area, and that she could easily get on an elevator without anyone seeing. It was like the fates were lining up to lead her on.
She started walking down the hall, still not knowing what she was going to do. To her surprise, when she got to the elevators she saw her arm extend and her finger push the UP button. “I didn’t decide to do that,” she thought.
Once in the elevator she knew she was going to go to room 412 and let happen whatever was going to happen. “Anything is better than continuing to live the way I am,” she told herself.
Chapter 2
Carl opened the door before she had even knocked. He had heard the elevator opening and had been watching through the peep hole in his door. From experience he knew that with a new woman it was important to keep the momentum going. Even though he sensed he was dealing with a woman whom he could control, he had learned that the slightest hesitation before he had established control could break the spell.
For Carl it was all a game of power. He was the alpha male in the jungle, building his harem to pass on his superior genes to as many sons and daughters as possible. Fortunately for him, his primitive instincts were matched by the unconscious instincts of many women to be dominated by a strong male, especially in the sexual arena. When he met a woman he thought might be susceptible, he would use his eyes and body language in subtle ways to let her know that she was being admired and desired. When talking with her, he would leave gaps of silence that would almost border on rudeness. A woman who had no interest would quickly find an excuse to back away, but the woman he wanted would linger just a little too long, as Sonya did in the coffee shop. Then he would issue an overt invitation for her to follow him. If she did, fine; if she didn’t, no problem, he would find another.
With a job that required him to be traveling constantly, Carl was able to meet and establish some measure of control over women in a number of cities. Often he would get in with a group of like minded people whom he could visit on his next trip. The best part was what he called the “breaking-in” of new women like Sonya.
Sonya fit the profile of his easiest and most satisfying targets. She would not be called pretty by most men, but she was not unattractive, and she had a good figure. He was intrigued by the prodigious amount of auburn hair tucked up on her head. Also, he liked her narrow waist and her cute bubble-butt ass.
“Come in, Sonya,” he said, more in the nature of a command than an invitation.
Sonya walked into the room and heard the door closed and locked behind her. Carl had a large suite, with a small kitchen and separate bedroom. She found herself in the middle of a sitting room, with a couch, a desk, and a small dining table. A large upholstered chair was in the corner between two windows. The widows had no curtains, and the thought crossed Sonya’s mind that someone in the adjacent building might be able to see into the room.
Two large crystal wine glasses stood on the table, next to opened bottles of red and white wine. A single, long-stemmed red rose also lay on the table. Sonya took all this in at a glance, and was impressed with Carl’s confidence that she would come.
“You have a very nice room,” she said, trying to act normally.
Carl walked to the table and picked up a glass. “Your first and only choice tonight is which wine you want, red or white.”
“White,” she said softly, realizing that she was not there to make small talk. In her anxious state, the offer of wine was very welcome.
He filled the glasses, white for her, red for him.
“Drink it all now,” he said.
It took her less than a minute to drink the entire glass. The warmth and loosening of tension spread through her body. He sipped his red wine and watched her.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
He smiled for the first time. “I am going to bring out a part of you that you know is there, but are afraid to acknowledge. You are free to leave anytime you want, but I don’t think you will.”
“Oh,” was all she could manage to say.
He took the empty wine glass from her and placed it on the table. With his hand under her chin he raised her face to look up at him. Very slowly he bent down and brushed his lips across hers. She closed her eyes and gave him her lips, hoping he would continue.
He pulled back and looked at her. “As long as you are here you will call me ‘sir’, and you will do whatever I tell you. Is that understood?”
Sonya knew she had reached the point of no return and fought against feelings of panic. His eyes communicated such power and confidence. She was afraid, but the desire she felt was irresistible.
“Yes sir,” she said, and then added, “I guess I just have to trust you.”
“Yes,” he replied, and he began to pull the pins out of her hair to let it fall around her shoulders. “You are lovelier than you know.”
“Thank you, sir”, she said. No one had ever said that to her before.
He took his time arranging her hair. Sonya knew that her hair was her best feature, and she was pleased that he admired it. When it was down around her face like this, it made her feel softer, more vulnerable. She was aware that somehow he knew this, because he kept fluffing her locks around her cheeks, like he was enclosing her in a box of her own hair.
At last he seemed satisfied. The way he looked at her made her feel imminently desirable.
“Come with me over here. I want to show you some things,” he said.
She stood beside the table, and put down her empty glass. He put his glass beside hers and refilled them both.
“Sip slowly this time,” he said. “I want you relaxed, but not too much.”
Gratefully she took a swallow of the wine. It warmed her and helped suppress the part of her that was still resisting.
He reached down and retrieved a small duffle bag. After placing it on the table, he slid back the zipper and reached inside. The first item he pulled out was a black leather riding crop. Without saying a word, he put the crop on the table in front of her.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
He watched her for a moment, and then extracted another item from the bag. This time is was a pair of padded cuffs, complete with silver rings and a spring clasps for securing them together, or to some stationary object. “These work equally well on the wrists or the ankles,” he said.
Sonya unconsciously began shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she contemplated the meaning of what she was seeing. She took another big swallow of the wine.
Again, he gave her a few moments, and then produced his next item: a two-flap leather paddle with a braided cord handle. In a sudden movement he struck the palm of his left hand with the paddle, making a loud slapping sound.
“Ohh!” said Sonya, her eyes wide. She felt a vicarious sting on her ass.
Carl gave her a knowing smile, and at the same time turned the paddle in his hand so that the braided handle was pointed at her. “I like to use both ends of this little toy,” he said, as he slowly rotated the handle.
Sonya had no trouble imagining possible uses for the handle. “Oh my,” was all she could say.
The next item was an incongruous surprise. Carl produced an old-fashioned fly swatter, the kind with a wire handle and a pad made of some kind of course fabric. Sonya could imagine the sting of that fabric on her body. She looked at Carl, but the return stare she received made her drop her eyes.
Carl again reached into the bag and began to remove a variety of sex toys, all in their original cellophane packaging. There were four or five vibrators of different sizes and shapes, a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain, several anal stimulation devices, and a fat wax candle.
Sonya took another big swallow of wine. “You can’t be planning to use all of those things on me.”
“Are you saying I can’t?”
“No sir, I’m not saying that.”
The last item in the bag was a gift-wrapped package. Carl put it on the table and looked at Sonya.
“Take this and go into the bedroom. In it you will find some special clothes I want you to wear. You are to put on these clothes, and nothing else. When you are ready, knock on the door.”
Sonya took the box and crossed the room. She entered the bedroom and turned to look at Carl. “Can I have another glass of wine?”
“No. Close the door. I don’t want to see you again until you are properly dressed
Chapter 3
.”
The bedroom was very spacious, with a king-sized bed and two overstuffed chairs. A large picture window outlined a spectacular view of the city. Sonya sat on the edge of the bed and unwrapped the package. One by one, she removed the items and put down beside her.
She expected to find sexy underwear, but this lingerie was different from anything she had ever seen. The black bra was strapless, and had push-up half cups that had notches allowing the wearer’s nipples to protrude. It was held together in the front with two bows that seem to invite pulling. The matching thong also had bows in the front, and along the sides. It was obvious that pulling all the bows would allow the thong to be removed without sliding it down the legs.
The outer garments consisted of a black mini-skirt, a low cut cream-colored silk blouse, and a pair of black, four inch heels.
Now that she was out of Carl’s commanding presence, Sonya began to have second thought about what she was doing. Could she really trust this stranger not to hurt her? On the other hand, he did tell her she could leave anytime. These new clothes were sexy, but decent, and she could walk out in them if necessary.
While these thoughts were running through her brain, she noticed that her hands were busy removing her formless waitress uniform. There was a part of her that couldn’t wait to put on what Carl had given her. She grabbed the clothes off the bed and took them into the bathroom. It took only a few minutes for her to transform herself from a frumpy waitress into a sexy vamp.
There was a full length mirror on the bathroom door, and Sonya was pleased at how good her body looked, especially her breasts. The bra was ingenious in the way it created an inviting cleavage, and her nipples could be clearly seen pushing against the silk blouse. As she moved, the friction of the rubbing made them stiffen and protrude even more.
Turning sideways to the mirror, she admired the way the high heels made her ass stick out from the rest of her body. The round form was tightly encased in the short skirt, and it looked very firm. She remembered a comment a friend had once made about her ‘to-die-for’ butt.
Quickly she fluffed her hair and studied her face in the mirror. She had no lipstick or other makeup with her, so it would have to do as it was. Carl probably was more interested in her other parts anyway.
She took her old clothes back into the bedroom. As she did so, she noticed that there was one more thing in the box. At first she thought it was a fancy bracelet, but then she realized it was a pair of elegantly designed wrist cuffs, made of very soft leather. Small gold rings on each cuff would allow them to be clipped together binding her hands.
“What the hell,” she thought. “I’ve come this far.” She slipped the cuffs over her wrists and pulled the little Velcro tabs that tightened them. Then before more worries could inhibit her, she walked to the bedroom door and knocked, just as she had been instructed.
Chapter 4
“Come in, Sonya,” said Carl.
She opened the door and walked proudly into the sitting room. So preoccupied with observing Carl’s appraisal of her, she failed at first to notice the other man seated on the couch. When she finally saw him, she gasped.
“Ohhh,” she stammered. “Who is this?”
“Never mind,” said Carl, standing up to face her. “Walk over here to me.”
There were those eyes again. They held her and made her temporarily forget the other man. She walked slowly up to Carl, carefully balancing on the highest heels she had ever worn.
Carl looked her over and smiled. “I knew there was a sexy woman under that waitress uniform,” he said.
He took her shoulders and turned her so that he could admire her from the side and the back. When her back was to him, he pulled her wrists back and placed a clip in the rings, effectively tying her hands behind her back.
Sonya was now facing the other man, who was sitting calmly in on the couch watching her with great interest. She saw that he was very good looking, and quite young, probably a college boy in his late teens or early twenties. With his curly blonde hair and brown eyes, and his perfectly proportioned six foot body, she thought he would be a coed’s dream date.
“Sonya, I would like you to meet my nephew, Nick,” said Carl. “I have invited him here to teach him a few things. I assume that is OK with you?”
As he asked the question, Carl wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. He held her that way for a moment, then, using his other hand, he brushed his finger tips lightly across the thin fabric covering her nipples. She gasped but remained still.
“Yes sir,” was all she could think to say.
At his age, Nick was driven by his sexual desires. He could never get enough, and he was more than willing to meet up with his Uncle Carl at every opportunity. Because Nick was very potent, Carl liked to involve him in his domination games. The young man was big, hard as a rock, and could come four times in four hours.
“Come over here, Nick, and help me determine how well these clothes are fitting,” said Carl.
As Nick got up to walk across the room, Carl went behind Sonya, put his hands on her upper arms, and pulled her shoulders back. With her hands tied behind her and her shoulders back, her breasts were thrust forward pointing at Nick.
“See how tight the blouse is,” Carl said to his nephew..
Nick wasted no time running his hands over Sonya’s breasts and slipping his fingers down inside the blouse. He could feel her hard nipples pressing into his palms.
“Ahhh,” Sonya inhaled deeply and twisted slightly in Carl’s grasp.
“The blouse is very tight, Uncle Carl,” said Nick. “Maybe I should undo a button or two.”
“Good idea, Nick,” responded Carl, who had his head down nuzzling Sonya’s neck and looking down at her breasts from behind. “Undo all but the last two buttons.”
With the buttons undone, the blouse opened almost to Sonya’s waist, and her bra-lifted breasts were very much on display. The half cups with the notches kept them thrust up and out, but hid very little. The effect was entirely erotic.
“Feel the texture of her nipple,” said Carl.
Nick gently took her two nipples between his fingers and thumbs and rubbed the surfaces.
“Ohhh.. God,” sighed Sonya.
“Now Nick, we could continue doing things like that to ignite the furnace in this fine body, but I detect an element of resistance in her. To get her really hot we have to eliminate all resistance and make her completely open and submissive, willing to do and experience anything. Are you ready to help me?”
“Of course, Uncle. How do we do it?” Nick asked, pretending he had never done this before, all the while moving his hands over Sonya’s breasts, hips, and ass.
“With pain and humiliation. She will plead for the pain to stop, knowing that it leads to pleasure, and the humiliation will result in her no longer caring about how she appears. Once she is in that state, her most basic instincts will take over, and she will only want to please and be dominated.”
Sonya shuddered, hearing them talk about her like she was some kind of laboratory experiment. At the same time, she was highly aroused by her helplessness and the way they were looking at and touching her body.
“The first thing we need to do is get her in the right position,” said Carl. “Let’ see.”
Chapter 5
Carl was very creative when it came to tying up women so that they were exposed and helpless. In the basement of his house he had constructed many ingenious devices that made it easy. However, it a hotel suite he had to make do with what was available. Of course, he had plenty of soft rope, and some easy-to-apply Velcro straps, but he wanted to do something more original that just tie this new woman to the bed.
Surveying the room, his eyes landed on a comfortable looking desk chair. It had a tall back, wide seat, and four sturdy chrome plated legs with no horizontal braces. He realized that if he turned this chair over so that the legs were in the air, with the top of the back and the front edge of the seat on the floor, it would make a kind of half circle. With a soft cushion over the top of the circle, a woman could be made to lay face down across it, between the legs of the chair. If her legs and back were tied to the chair, her ass would be positioned pointing almost straight up. Carl thought this would do nicely.
“Nick, bring that desk chair over here and turn it upside down,” he said.
Nick did as he was told, and when Carl added the cushion from the couch, he had his padded half circle. He then led Sonya to the chair and indicated that she was to lie down across it.
“No way,” protested Sonya. “I am not going to let you do this to me.”
Carl’s response was to grab her hair and jerk her over the upturned chair. At the same time Nick grabbed one of her ankles, causing her to lose her balance and plop down on the cushion in the exact orientation Carl had in mind. Her hips were pinned between the legs of the chair, with her ass pointed upward like a rounded mountain peak. The tight mini skirt road up so that the tops of her thighs were visible.
“Perfect,” said Carl, as if he had not even heard her protest. “Now Nick, bring that bag of Velcro straps and help me secure her in this position.”
The two of them used the straps to bind Sonya to the chair. There were straps around her waist, her upper back, and each thigh. Her hands were still secured behind her.
“Oh god, I never should have come up here,” Sonya cried.
Carl leaned down and patted her ass. “You are so ready for this,” he said. “I saw it in your eyes the first time you served me in the restaurant. After tonight a new world is going to be open to you. I have many friends in this town who will want to meet you. Now stop fighting it.”
“Ohhhh….”
Carl gave her a hard slap on the rear, then turned to Carl. “Now help me lift her, chair and all, onto the top of that dining table.”
With some effort the two men lifted the bound woman onto the table, elevating her to a height that made her body easily accessible. Her ass was at the highest point, projecting up and back, offering an easy target. Her blouse had come completely open, and her breasts spilled out of the cups of the bra, dangling in mid air and totally vulnerable.
Still Carl was not satisfied. He wanted to be able to see her face, and her head was hanging down so that she was looking at the table. Seeing her long hair draped over her head, he came up with a solution.
“Watch carefully Nick. It is important to be creative when disciplining a woman.”
Carl took a big handful of her hair and tied it on itself in a knot. Then he wrapped a cord around the knot and pulled her head up. When the cord was secured to a chair leg, her head was held up by her hair, giving her the option of releasing the pressure on her neck muscles by accepting the pain of having her hair pulled.
After standing back and admiring his work, Carl finished by yanking her mini skirt up to her waist so that her ass was bare except of the straps of the thong.
Sonya had never felt more vulnerable in her life. She could hardly move. The cool air blowing on her bare ass told her how exposed she was. Her breasts were bare and swinging, subject to whatever manipulation her tormentors wanted. She knew it would be easy for them to reach between her legs to her pussy, which was protected only by the thin material of the thong, and which she knew was very moist.
SLAP. The first sting on her ass was a surprise.
SLAP SLAP Carl followed with two more, using the flat of his hand.
“OHHH,” came from Sonya.
Carl smiled and continued, making sure he covered her entire ass and the tops of her thighs.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
“AHHH…..OHHHHH….. OOOUUU…. ” Sonya squirmed against the straps that held her to the chair.
“OK Nick, she’s ready. Let’s proceed with you doing the spanking, and me talking to her. When your hand gets tired, use the leather paddle.”
Nick stood at the edge of the table beside Sonya’s raised ass and ran his hand over her skin. It was hot from Carl’s spanks. He squeezed the sensitized flesh before beginning to methodically spank her.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
“OHHHHH….NOOOOOO…..NOOOOT THEEEER….NOT AGAIN….OHHHH”
Pulling up a chair, Carl sat right at the level of Sonya’s face. He ran his finger tips over her cheeks and lips, and delighted in her little cries and expulsions of breath as the spanking continued.
“How does it feel, Sonya? Do you want some more? You know you do?” he teased her.
“Ohhhh….. It really hurts….ahh…make him stop..”
“No Sonya, he’s only started. He hasn’t even used the paddle yet.”
Carl dropped his hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them like he was wringing out a pair of sponges.
“Ahhhhhh, not that too….”
“Yes, Sonya, anything we want,” he whispered into her ear as he tweaked and pinched her extended nipples.
Nick had been counting his spanks. When he reached twenty, his hand was sore, and he picked up the paddle. Her ass was very, very red and to his amazement was slowly moving in and out, like she was attempting to fuck the chair.
“Her ass looks really sore,” Nick said, with a note of sympathy.
“It is,” said Carl. “But don’t worry. She can take it. And later when you fuck her you can rub her butt on a hard surface and she will squirm on your cock like a fish on a hook.”
Chapter 5
That idea made Nick’s already hard cock even harder. He loved the way her ass mounded up in front of him and made a perfect target. He raised the paddle.
SPLAT SMACK SPLAT SMACK
Sonya was openly crying now, her tears dropping on Carl’s hand as he caressed her face.
“Now Sonya, do you still want more?” he said gently.
“Noooo…..nooooo,” she was crying hard.
“No, what?”
“No, sir. Pleassse stop, sir. It hurts so muuuuch.”
Carl felt the moment was right to test her. “Hold up a minute, Nick,” he said.
He wiped her tears and gave her a few seconds to recover. “Stop crying. Open your mouth, and suck on my finger.”
Without the slightest hesitation, she opened her mouth and took in his finger. He moved in, around, and under her tongue, watching her eyes. She shivered.
“Do not resist my finger,” he commanded, and she nodded her head. Slowly he pushed his finger back into her throat, making her gag.
This is what he wants, total surrender, she thought, and she gave him complete access to her mouth and throat.
“Good girl,” said Carl, withdrawing his hand. “Now give me a good kiss, and I mean a good kiss.”
He held her head in his hands, relieving the pressure on her hair, and kissed her deeply. He opened his mouth, but did not extend his tongue. This was the test. Sonya kissed him back, and when his mouth opened, she pushed her tongue in seeking his. Her ass was burning, but her pussy was soaking, and she wanted him.
Finally, Carl pulled back. He looked into her tear-stained eyes and smiled at her. “Nick, do me favor and check her pussy. I want to know how wet she is.”
Sonya felt completely humiliated. They would both be aware of how she had responded to their abuse. But she couldn’t help herself when she felt Nick’s fingers slide under her thong on onto her bare pussy. Her juices, already flowing freely, literally dripped onto his hand. He slid his fingers around on the slick surface.
“Ohhhh yessss….keep it up……ohhhh….please…..please.”
Nick looked at Carl, who nodded. It was easy for Nick to pull the little bows on the thong and drop it away. Her pussy was now totally open to his caresses, and he explored her, watching her reactions.
“Soooo good…more…..more…..everywhere…….you know where……yes, there…….”
Carl got up from his chair and came back beside Nick. He leaned down and put two fingers up against her pussy. “Yes, she is coming along nicely. Now, Nick I am going to show you a few things about how to stimulate a woman. You probably think you already know everything, but you don’t. It is amazing how little young men know sometimes.”
“OK, uncle,” laughed Nick. “I am happy to take advantage of your great experience. It looks like we have a willing subject.”
“If she’s at all unwilling, a few good swats with the crop will change her mind. We shall see,” said Carl.
Chapter 6
Sonya listened to the men talking about her like she was an exhibit in a lecture hall, and she knew she couldn’t do a thing about it, even if she wanted to, which she didn’t.
“Watch carefully, Nick. See how I draw my fingers lightly over the folds of her pussy. You want to touch all the areas, very lightly at first. Avoid touching that little hard nubbin at the top of her pussy. That will come later.”
Sonya began to relax and take deeper breaths. Her ass was still on fire, but the light touches on her pussy were a nice distraction.
“That’s sooooo niiiice,…… sir,” she said.
“You see Nick, the secret is to not linger in any one place too long. Surprise her with where you are going to touch next. Now you do it.”
Removing his hand, Carl watched as Nick got into position to have free access. Sonya felt only a momentary lapse in sensation before Nick’s fingers began to move lightly over her. Although the touch was similar, she could sense that Nick’s movements were not as sure and confident as Carl’s. In a way it was even more thrilling to be forced to participate in the sexual education of the young man.
“How does that feel, Sonya?” asked Carl. “You have to help me teach him.”
“It feeeels reallllly niiiice, sir,” she said. “Maybe he could press a little harder.”
“OK, Nick. She’s ready for more direct stimulation. Take one of her pussy lips between your finger and thumb and rub it, gently at first, then harder.”
“Like this?”
“OHHHHH…yessssss”, Sonya was pushing her pussy into Nick’s hand.
“Now move around, keep her guessing where you are going to rub next,” said Carl.
Nick was getting very turned on himself as he watched Sonya’s ass squirm in response to his actions. When the edge of his moving finger touched her clit, she almost rocked herself and her chair off of the table.
“Oh my God…..don’t stop……more…pleeeeeease…”, wailed Sonya.
“That’s enough for now Nick,” said Carl. “I don’t want her to come just yet. Her basic training is not quite complete.”
Carl went over to the chair where he had put the duffle containing the sex toys. He returned with one of the smaller butt plugs and a tube of lubricant.
“Her ass is in just the right position to get broken in,” he said. “She will be a lot more pliable with this little teaser up her butt. Later on we can increase the size to prepare her for that large, super hard dick of yours, Nick.”
Carl removed the probe from its cellophane wrapper and approached Sonya. Nick stood on the other side of the table, watching closely.
“Let’s see what it looks like in there,” said Carl, as he pulled her cheeks apart. “My, my. It needs a little cleaning. Look there Nick.”
Sonya was mortified. Her most intimate parts were being scrutinized and, even worse, she was being made to feel ashamed. She began to sob again. “Nick, use your fingers to keep her happy while I get her ready,” said Carl.
Chapter 7
Nick went back to work teasing Sonya’s pussy, while Carl went over to the little kitchen area and came back with a damp paper towel. Sonya was alternately sobbing and gasping as Nick rubbed her pussy, sometimes accidentally touching her clit.
“Hold her ass open, Nick, while I wipe it nice and clean. Later one of us might feel inspired to put a tongue in there.” There was nothing Sonya could do but endure, and Nick opened her up as Carl dabbed her with the wet towel.
“Ahhhhhh…..what are you doing to meeee?”
Carl discarded the soiled towel and opened the tube of lubricant. Nick continued to hold her open, giving his uncle a funnel to line with the slippery substance.
“Now for the moment of truth,” said Carl. He placed the end of the little dildo against her tightly closed hole and applied a slight pressure.
“Nooooooo, not there,” she cried.
Carl immediately dropped the dildo and came around the table to face her. Roughly he lifted her head by her hair, and spoke directly into her face.
“What did you say?”, he almost shouted.
Sonya knew she had somehow failed a test. “Nothing, sir….I was just scarred….I am sorry.”
“You better be sorry, and you’d better not resist anymore. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Carl gave her a light slap across the face, and then returned to the other end of the table. Nick handed him the dildo.
“Get the fly swatter,” Carl said.
Carl again positioned the plug at her entrance and began to apply pressure. With his other hand he took the fly swatter from Nick and began to slap her ass around the probing dildo.
“Your punishment for resistance is that you will have to open up for this little intruder while being spanked. The longer you hold out, the worse it will be for your tender ass.”
Swat…..swat……swat
“Ohhhhh…..ahhhhhhh…..pleeeeease,” she was sobbing again.
The skin on her ass was super sensitive, and Carl dragged the rough fabric of the fly swatter across it after every spank. Steadily he increase the pressure against her hole.
Finally she could stand it no longer, and she relaxed her muscle. The dildo slid in all the way.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“That’s a good girl,” said Carl. “We will leave that in for the next few hours while we play with you. Now it’s time for your reward.”
Carl motioned for Nick to join him in putting a single index finger in her pussy. “Put your finger on one side of her clit, and I will be on the other side. We will push our fingers together and roll her clit until she comes.”
The combination of two men’s fingers on her clit and the dildo in her ass was driving Sonya toward an orgasm like she had never known.
“Ohhhhhh damn, ohhhh shit, ohhhh my god, ahhhhhhhh……”
She was bucking her hips like a filly gone wild, and it was all the men could do to keep their fingers in the right place.
“NOWWWW, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she cried as the orgasmic spasm took over her body.
Carl smiled, knowing he had her. Whenever he came back to this hotel, she would be ready and willing. The kind of pleasure he could give women like Sonya was like an addictive drug—once they experienced it they could never get enough.
Chapter 8
Nick was astounded at the power of Sonya’s orgasm. “Jesus, Uncle Carl, that was really something,” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a girl spasm like that.”
“Live and learn,” said his uncle. “Women like Sonya are very special. You have to know how to recognize them and give them what they need. When you do, you will be rewarded beyond your wildest fantasies. Now help me take her down and I’ll show you.”
Sonya was still trembling on the table. In spite of the release from her climax, her pussy was hungry for more. Images from the erotic stories of submission she had read were flickering through her mind like a fast slide show. She felt like she had gone through a door into a new dimension. Her body now belonged to these two men, especially to the older one, who seemed to have the key to her sexual soul.
They released the ties holding her to the chair and helped her sit up on her knees on the table. “We’ll leave the plug in her ass,” said Carl, as if he were demonstrating a first aid treatment. “It will keep her open and stimulated.”
“What about the cuffs on her hands?” asked Nick.
“Leave them. They keep her arms back and her chest out, and they make her feel helpless. Also we’ll let her keep on her loose shirt and skirt; it’s much sexier that way. Remove the chair and the pillow. That’s it. Now, Sonya; sit up straight on your knees. We want to look at you.”
Still in a partial daze Sonya raised herself up on her knees and arched her back. Some primeval instinct was telling her to display herself in as provocative a way as possible. Her open blouse played peek-a-boo with her tits, adding to the allure of the image she presented to the men. She perched on the table like a draped statue of a fertility goddess on a pedestal.
Carl reached over and took hold of the skirt that was draped over her ass. He raised it up, baring her from the waist down, and revealing the enticing curve of her ass. “She has quite a nice butt, don’t you think?” he said. “I love the way in protrudes like a slice off a watermelon. Feel how tight and round it is.”
Nick cupped each rounded cheek in turn, squeezing and digging his fingernails into flesh that was still smoldering from the spankings. His tormenting only served to keep her turned on and her juices flowing, a fact of which Carl was well aware from the expression on her face. He moved to the end of the table where he could look directly into her eyes.
“You are still hot, aren’t you my dear,” he said soothingly.
“Ohhh….”
He took her head in his hands. “It’s okay. Soon I am going to let Nick fill that void. Now kiss me.”
Sonya followed the lead of his hands and offered her mouth. He licked her lips and darted his tongue in and out before crushing her mouth with his own. She put everything she had into the kiss, wanting to please him and show that she was open to whatever he wanted to do to her.
At the height of the kiss she felt Nick’s hand glide down over her ass and up between her legs. Her body stiffened at the same time an anguished moan emanated from deep in her gut. She swooned and attacked Carl’s mouth like a starved animal.
He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. “You’re incredible!” he said. “That’s enough Nick. She’s more than ready for you. I expected her to be hot, but nothing like this! She’s been bottling it up for a long time. Get your clothes off and go sit in that big chair. I’ll bring her to you.”
Chapter 9
Nick didn’t need to be told twice. In ten seconds he was naked and walking to the chair, his stiff cock waving like a young sapling in the wind. Sonya was still on the table, and Carol turned her so she could watch as Nick’s lean body was unveiled. Her eyes opened wide.
“You see that Sonya? You see how virile he is?” Carl whispered in her ear. “You are going to sit on his lap and work him into you. Nick is clean and there’s no need for a condom. You will take a morning after pill before you leave. He can go a long time, and after he does you, it will be my turn. You are going to be filled and stroked like you never imagined possible. You will cum again and again. Do you hear me?” He punctuated his question by pinching her nipples.
“Ohhh goddd… yes… yes I hear you…. please…. I need it…….”
With a big grin on his face Nick plopped himself into the chair and spread his legs. “I’d like her to taste me first,” he said.
“Of course,” agreed Carl. “Come along my dear. It won’t be long now.”
Sonya was helped down from the table and marched across the room with Carl’s hand in her hair. It took only a little pressure to force her to collapse in front of Nick, with her head in his lap. Carl released her and stood back.
“You know in general what to do Sonya, but because of your lack of experience you may need some coaching. Start slow, with long licks. Keep your eyes on Nick’s.”
Sonya bent to follow his instructions. It was true that she had very little experience pleasing men this way. In fact only once in her life had she actually taken a cock completely inside her mouth, and it had not been nearly so big and stiff as the one that was then in front of her. Somewhere in her sexual haze it occurred to her that the powerful male organ she was confronting had a strange beauty, and that she had been missing out.
She looked up at the face of the handsome young man. He sucked in his breath as she leaned in, and, starting low on the underside, drew her hot, moist tongue slowly up the bobbing shaft.
“Again,” ordered Carl. “Just like that until I tell you to stop.”
Four more times she repeated the teasing swipe, and each time she felt the interior pulsing grow stronger and the structure become harder. The aroma of sex that assailed her nostrils was like a spiritual presence in the room. A droplet ran down the inner side of her thigh.
Carl was watching his nephew’s reactions. “That’s enough,” he said quickly. “Too much of that and you’ll push him over the edge. Now take the tip in your mouth and lather it clean. You won’t be needing any lubricating help from him.”
Hungrily Sonya attacked the slippery knob, sucking and swirling her tongue. Nick’s legs stiffened and his hips came up out of the chair. “Jesus, uncle! I can’t take this! Get her up on my lap.”
“Up Sonya!” commanded Carl as he grabbed her under her armpits. She struggled to her feet, her hands still bound behind her. Carl guided her into position. “Straddle him with your knees on the chair.”
“OHHH….. He’s sooo big…..”
“Yes he is. You’ve made him that way. Now open wide and take him in you.”
Nick took his shaft in his hand and held it steady for Sonya to thread herself onto him. When she was well started he took her tits in his hands and squeezed. With a loud moan she settled onto his cock, surprised at how easily the whole length slid up into her.
“MY GODDDDD…. It feels like it’s up in my stomach! OHHHH… YESSS…..”
“Work him!” urged Carl, his own cock so hard it was almost painful. “Use your pussy muscles. Hold on Nick. I want her to enjoy this.”
Sonya had never felt so full, or so aroused. She closed her eyes and pumped and contracted and released and pumped again. Nick’s fingers pulled her nipples up as she rose, and down as she fell, exaggerating her movements. On and on it went, until she thought she was going out of her mind. Nothing mattered but the incredible sensations.
“UMMPHHHHHH….AHHHHHH….”
The moans from her throat were becoming a wail of ecstatic pleasure, and were getting so loud Carl had to put his hand over mouth to avoid alarming people in the room next door. Nick’s groans mixed with hers as he too approached climax. When Sonya began to twist her body and cork screw on his cock it was too much for him, and with one last powerful upward thrust he erupted into her womb.
Carl’s blood was boiling. He had seen many women explode with lust when they had their first real submission experience, but never had he witnesses a scene like the one that night. The way Sonya let go and thrashed around on Nick indicated that they had released a part of her that was truly beyond the control of her rational thought. And she was still twitching and pleading for more. It was the ultimate sexual turn on for Carl.
“My god!” he cried. “Get up Nick. Carry her into the bedroom.”
Chapter 10
Nick struggled to his feet. Sonya gripped his waist with her thighs and kept humping him as he walked her through the door into the bedroom. Mini orgasms were continuing to rack her body. Nick held her tight with his hands under her ass and waited while Carl stripped off his clothes.
“Hold her Nick, while I untie her hands,” Carl said. “I want to give her free reign. And while I’m at it, I’ll just get rid of this blouse completely.”
With her hands free Sonya was able to wrap her arms around Nick’s neck and pull herself in closer. She felt him slipping out and wanted more. Carl saw what was happening and maneuvered to take Nick’s place.
“Come to me Sonya,” he crooned. “You have sucked poor Nick dry, but I am here for you.” He took her arms from around Nick and placed them on his shoulders. Then Nick backed away, dropping her legs onto the floor, and making room for his uncle to embrace her. The two of them fell backward onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
Sonya felt Carl’s hard cock against her stomach and reached for it. “That’s it Sonya,” he groaned. “Take it. It’s for you. Use it as long as you need to finish.”
“Ohhh… what is happening to me? Why am I doing this? I can’t stop… AHHHHH…. It’s so gooooddd…… YESSSS…”
He held her and kissed her as she guided him in. Once filled she sighed and seemed to relax, her frantic drive for total satisfaction at least temporarily ameliorated. Then Carl thrust his hips forward and set her going again. He was thrilled as the mini climaxes shuddered through her body, and he resolved to hold out until she was totally satiated.
“You are very special,” he whispered to her between kisses. “Letting all that stored up passion burst out. Who knows how deep it goes.”
“Ahhhh… Ohhh…. YEssssss…. again….. please…..”
“YES.. AGAIN… Here it is… Grip me….”
Another spasm shook her, and Carl almost lost it. “You are the most orgiastic female in god’s creation,” he groaned.
Sonya was exhausted, but she kept going. “OHHH… I NEVER KNEW… AAHHH….” Gasping and sobbing, she clung to Carl like he was her lifeline. “THIS IS IT…I’M GOING OVER THE TOP!... HOLD ME…FUCK ME….OH GODDDD…”
As she started up the last slope Carl seized her ass in his hands and pulled her in, twisting her hips to rub her pussy against his cock in the way that gave them both the most pleasure. When he finally let himself go she matched him with a flurry of shrieks and moans and writhed against him until she was completely spent.
Chapter 11
Nick had watched the erotic scene play out on the bed and was ready to join in. But Carl knew that Sonya had had enough, and needed help in understanding and accepting what had happened. Even then she was beginning to cry as she came down from the sexual high.
“Nick, you should get dressed and leave now,” Carl said. “I want some time alone with Sonya.”
Without a word, Nick nodded and left the bedroom. He knew better than to challenge his uncle. There would be more Sonya’s in the future.
Carl dabbed Sonya’s tears with a corner of the sheet. “Tell me why you’re crying,” he said softly.
“I don’t know. It was so intense. I’ve read about such things, but always thought they existed only in fantasy. And I can’t help feeling ashamed of what I’ve done.”
“There’s no shame in something so natural. Have you never had a man take control of you before?”
“Not like that! Once a boy held my hands over my head while he fondled me, but I was a good girl and broke free. The few men I have been with have all been solicitous and gentle.”
“Well, now you know what really makes you come alive. What are you going to do about it?” he asked kindly.
Her answer was to begin crying in earnest. “I don’t know,” she sobbed. “You have upended my life. I know I’ll never be the same. But I can’t just let men use me. I have more pride than that.”
“Of course you do,” he said. “There’s no need to give up your pride. I can show you a life style where you get what you want and need, and in the process feel better about yourself than you ever have.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nature has given men and women inherent tendencies toward dominance and submission. Modern society has suppressed those drives, but they can be tuned into through mutually acceptable role playing. When I left you that note in the coffee shop, I was stepping into my role. When you came to my room, you were stepping into yours. It worked for both of us.”
It made sense to her, but was still foreign to the person she thought she was. She managed to stifle her sobs long enough to indulge her curiosity. “What made you think I would respond to that note?” she sniffled.
“I have a sense about women. About half the time I am right. You looked bored with your life, but also there was something in the way you looked at me. I thought I saw a spark. I was right.”
“So you took advantage to get some free and easy sex.”
“In a sense, yes. But I never force anyone to do anything they don’t want to, and I make sure my partner enjoys it too.”
Sonya smiled. “It seems to me that tying me down and spanking me while you ordered me to do things involved a degree of force.”
He returned her smile. “But it turned you on… admit it.”
It was the moment of truth for Sonya. Getting excited during the act was one thing; acknowledging her predilection in a calm state was another. How could she ever control a situation with him in the future if she admitted she liked being forced?
Carl recognized her dilemma. He had seen it before. Crossing that threshold was hard for women who all their lives had lived by the conventions of their society. What would her friends and family think of her if they knew?
“It’s okay,” he said. “I know you have conflicting emotions. Your secret is safe with me. There are people I hide things from too. You have to be able to trust your playmates.”
“Is that all they are, just playmates?”
“Sometimes people join our group as committed couples. Sometimes they come alone and then develop deep relationships. But we always think of our activities as playing. We do not take ourselves too seriously or let our games rule our lives.”
“I see…”
“You would fit in perfectly.”
“I don’t know…”
“I’ll show you. Tell me how you really felt when Nick was spanking you. Be honest.”
She took a deep breath. Images flooded her mind and gushed out in a flurry of words. “It was incredible! The stinging was so erotic and seemed to open me up. I knew I had to give you what you wanted or else. And I loved the way you talked to me and kissed me while it was going on. Then you had Nick touch me. Looking back on it I see that you were leading me down an irresistible path.”
“Exactly right. I did force you to give up control, but only because by then I was sure that it was what you needed. I wanted the best for you, and still do. In a short time you have become very special to me.”
She snuggled against him, wanting to believe it was true. He seemed to be a different person from the demanding man who had bent her to his wishes. But then she thought about their final loving making and how he had worked to give her pleasure, and she realized that he was the same caring person all along. Maybe there could be a future with him in this so-called ‘role playing’ game. It was sure more exciting than the life she had been leading.
In her sexiest voice she whispered in his ear. “Tell me more about this life style where I can get what I want and need. What do I have to do?”
“The first thing you have to do is come back to this room tomorrow afternoon. I have an early appointment, but will be back by three o’clock, and I will be wanting you. You are to be sitting on the table in front of the window, displaying your lovely profile. It is a test. A person looking from the park across the street will not be able to recognize you, but he or she will not miss the sexual connotation, especially after I arrive and strip you for my pleasure.”
“Ohhh….”
He lowered his head to her breast and licked her nipple. “The door is open,” he said. “All you have to do is walk through it.”
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