Surprise, Surprise,

"Oh yes" she said, a smile curling the corners of her lips
"she's going to be very surprised. I can guarantee that."
He sighed.
"I hope so. Pleasantly, of course."
"Oh" the smile curled a bit more, taking on an edge of
wickedness "yes... very."
He was tired from the trip, only having gotten into town and
checked into his hotel an hour before. He had called her and she
immediately come over to have lunch with him, sitting in the coffee
shop of the hotel.
It was interesting to meet her first, after everything that
had happened. She was a friend of his love, and she was Domme. When he
had finally managed to arrange the long trip down to see her.... meet
her.... possess her, he had called to give her the news, hoping that
she would be able to arrange her schedule so that they could spend
some time together.
But instead this one had answered the phone. There was the
usual awkward moment asking where Angel was, when she would be back,
and as he got ready to hang up, he had told this stranger his name,
her attitude had instantly changed from curt to purring. Apparantly
his wonderful Angel had told her roommate about him.
That led to a more extended conversation, some questions and,
finally, the seed of the surprise. This virtual stranger, Anya,
broached the idea that he arrive completely unknown to Angel, simply
appearing before her...and that he do so in the most emotionally and
sensuously charged of atmospheres... in the middle of a play party
which just happened to be scheduled for the same night he was going to
arrive in town.
At first he was wary of the prospect, but then Anya... this
Domme whom he did not know... spun him a vision that, combined with
the love that welled in him for his beloved, set his mind to turning
over the idea.
It took three more secret phone calls, at times when Angel
would definitely not be around to intercept them, for him to arrange
with Anya the details of the surprise. He would arrive in town and go
to his hotel, call her and they would meet, he thought with some
amusement basically so that she could "size him up". That evening she
would go to the party with Angel, excuse herself, drive over to the
hotel and pick him up and return him to the party as her guest. And
Angel would not know he was withing a thousand miles until he stepped
up to her and brushed her cheek with his fingertips.
And so far, as they sat finishing their coffee and looking
over the table at each other with sly, mischevious smiles, everything
had gone exactly as planned.
"So, what time should I expect you" he said.
"Oh.... around 10. That should give us time to get there,
settle in, get her serving the drinks and so on... she's very good at
that, you know... the perfect subbie... and then I'll slip away and
come get you. So, say about 9."
"All right" he answered with a slight nod and a sigh, the
final bit of business decided.
"Oh, and I do hope you're ready for anything... see, normally
our parties are pretty tame... no sex at all, one of the regular house
rules... mostly just corporal, light play, that sort of thing. But
tonight is... well, it's pretty special. It's not a normal gathering.
Tonight is a closed group. Limited. And all bets are off, as they
say."
The smile played out, stretching and curling her lips.
"Is that so" he said, his own voice betraying a slight sparkle
of amusement and growing anticipation. "Well, with any luck, we won't
be staying all that long anyway. I'm hopeful she'll want to slip away
and come spend the night with me... here. We have free cable in the
rooms, you know."
They laughed.

He glanced at his watch. 10:40 pm. Where the hell was she....
He faught back the growing anxiety and rose from the bed, sighing and
beginning to pace the room, stopping by the mirror to regard himself
once again. He hoped he would measure up to her dreams about him, as
much as she had surpassed his about her. But that didn't really
matter. He just wanted.... no, needed to touch her.. hold her.... love
her.
He hoped that he hadn't somehow made a mistake in not letting
her know he was there. Any time wasted in not seeing her was something
he knew he would regret later... was regretting now.
The phone rang on the nightstand and he moved to answer it.
"Hello" he said, his voice much more calm than the flutter in
his stomach should have allowed it to be.
"Come on downstairs" he heard Anya say. "I'll be at the curb
in front."
Before he could answer the line clicked dead.
The phone rattled slightly as his trembling hand replaced it
in the cradle.

The elevator doors opened and he strode across the lobby, out
the doors, and caught sight of her sitting at the wheel of the car at
the curb.
He leaned down to smile at her and was immediately surprised
and pleased to see her decked out in some very nice fetishwear...
leather top that ended just above her nipples and a plain, wrap-around
skirt which he was sure was only being worn for the purposes on not
having to give any explanation while she made this trip.
He opened the door, slid in beside her and closed it, turning
to smile at her.
"Well" he said, "good evening. You look wonderful."
But when she looked over at him, there was black fire in her
eyes, and he knew her blood was up... perhaps the party was already in
motion and had had an effect on her.
"Now, before we go, there are a couple of things we have to
get straight."
"All right" he said, slowly, cautiously.
"First of all, this is my group of people... you're my guest.
So I'm responsible for you."
"I understand" he said, assuringly.
"We have some... well, funny rules. We've never had an
outsider at one of these special parties, and I don't want you saying
anything or doing anything that will piss anyone off, understand?"
"I don't plan to do anything like that" he said, a bit
defensively.
"No" she smiled "I know you don't plan to, but you might. Like
I said, we have some funny rules. Also, we don't allow 'singles' to
attend these parties... you know what I mean?"
"I think so" he said, slowly, cautiously.
"So..." she let the word hang for a long moment before she
continued..."since you're my guest, you're going to have to go,
officially..... as my sub for the evening."
He was temporarily speechless, and was about to try to frame
the dozens of questions that flooded into his mind in words, when she
continued.
"Now that's just a technicality, and only for while we're
actually at the party. As a matter of fact, what's probably going to
happen is we'll get there, you'll meet Angel and the two of you will
want to get the hell out as fast as you can... and I don't blame you."
Her smile was both winning and wicked.
He sighed.
"All right" he sighed "If that's how it has to be."
"You're sure" she said.
He smiled at her.
"Sure."
"Good. Now, one other thing. At these parties, submissives are
real submissives, so I'm going to have to cuff you."
She reached under the drivers seat and pulled out a pair of
leather cuffs holding them over to him.
Again he was momentarily startled but suddenly he laughed and
reached to take them.
"What" he said, with mock disappointment "no collar?"
She snorted.
"You wish" she said and they shared the laugh.
With a shrug he began buckling the cuffs onto his wrists. He
noticed they were a very finely made pair, soft and supple... and
strong. Exactly the kind he would have made for Angel... with a collar
to match.
"And you have to do exactly what I tell you to do. You have to
follow my lead, understand? When the moment is right, I'll introduce
you to Angel and remove the cuffs and from then on, you're on your
own. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough. And Anya...."
She looked over at him, curious.
"Thank you."
She smiled, put the car in gear and pulled into traffic.

The ride was short, only a few minutes, but spent mostly in
silence. A thousand images and feelings were whirling through his
mind, all centering on his beloved and the approaching moment when
they would actually look into each others eyes... touch for the first
time... kiss...
Then a thought suddenly struck him and he turned to her.
"Wait a minute" he said.
"Mmm?" she grunted, not taking her eyes off the road.
"You don't allow singles, right?"
"That's right."
"So... if I'm going as your guest.... who's Angel going to be
with?"
"Well, she's a member" Anya said, dismissively. "She doesn't
have to be with anyone in particular."
"Oh, I see" he said, relaxing a bit.
"But I think tonight" Anya said, casually, dismissively "she's
technically with some guy... some Dom."
He looked over at her, his brow now furrowed in concern.
She stole a glance over at him and smiled, soothingly.
"Oh don't worry, he's just a friend. They've been friends for
a long time. Nothing to worry about. Like I said, it's only a
technicality. One of the rules, you know."
The rest of the ride passed in silence.

They arrived at the location of the party. It looked to him
like some kind of commercial space, but it was dark and he wasn't
concerned much with the asthetics of the building. All he could think
about was that his beloved was very close now... only a few dozen feet
away, perhaps.
As he got out of the car, locking and closing the door he
caught a glimpse of her scooping up a small, canvas bag and exiting
the drivers seat. He stepped around to the front of the car where she
met him, setting the bag on the hood and opening it, beginning to
rummage.
"Turn around" she said, perfunctorily "hands behind your
back."
Once more he was a bit startled and his resulting smile was
part surprise, part incredulity. She looked up at him, her expression
serious.
"If you want to be able to get inside, turn around and put
your hands behind your back" she said simply.
He sighed and did as she asked. A few moments later he could
feel the fumbling at his wrists and then the loud click as the padlock
closed, joining the two D-rings that extended from the cuffs.
"Turn around" she said again and when he did so she studied
his face seriously for a long moment.
"Okay, back around and open your mouth" and once again she was
rummaging in the bag, finally extracting a rather sizable red ballgag.
"Whoa, wait a minute" he started to say.
"Look" she said suddenly "do you want to get inside or not?
It's your choice."
"Anya" he began, hoping he sounded calm and reasonable.
"Yes or no" she said with some finality. "I can just as easily
take you back to the hotel.
He stared at her a long moment, searching her face, probing...
then looked her in the eye, all hint of playfulness gone.
"I trust you" he said simply.
The smile she gave him was warm and kind.
"I know" she said quietly.
Feeling a bit unnerved he again turned and opened his mouth to
recieve the gag.
When it was firmly buckled behind his head, just under his
short ponytail, he felt her hand on his shoulder, pulling him, turning
him.
She took a step back and surveyed him with a critical eye,
from head to toe, then nodded.
"Yes, that'll do just fine. And don't worry. Try to relax and
have some fun tonight. It's been a while since you were at a party,
hasn't it."
He nodded, sighing.
"Then you should just relax and enjoy yourself. Come on.....
slave" her voice mischevious, playful and joking as she scooped up the
bag with one hand and slipped her other arm under his, moving them
toward the door to the building....

He wasn't paying much attention to the decor or surroundings
as they entered the "Red Room", the main area where the party was
already in progress. Instead he quickly cast his gaze around the
entire room, hoping to catch some glimpse of Angel. But the Anya
pulled him along by his arm, hauling his attention back to the quartet
of people, two darkly dressed men and two scantily clad women,
standing, talking near the door.
They looked over at him as Anya released his arm and greeted
each of the four with a kiss on the cheek, engaging in small talk,
completely ignoring him, except to step back to his side and slip her
arm into his once more. She didn't even bother to introduce him to
them and from the little he could gather their conversation was quite
trivial, so once again he slowly turned his gaze to the expanse of the
room in search of Angel, his stomach fluttering.
The room was sizable but had a certain coziness to it, and, of
course, was fitted out with all the standard dungeon equipment in
various "play stations"... the spanking bench, the cross against the
wall and so on. There were also various doors on the opposite side of
the room looking as if they led off somewhere, to other parts of the
building, perhaps rest rooms or other utilitarian spaces.
He estimated there were about 20 people around the space, some
occupying a couple of the play areas, some merely standing, chatting,
sipping at drinks. There was one flogging going on in the far corner
of the room and some male was slowly, carefully, tying a young blond
to a padded post. But there was no sign of Angel.
Suddenly he felt Anya's free hand against his chest, her palm
lightly, absently, stroking back and forth over it, slipping under his
jacket as if this was a perfectly natural, instinctive gesture, even
as she seemed to have her attention fixed on the on-going conversation
with the quartet. For a moment he was bemused, but decided that she
was probably only reenforcing the technicality of him being her
"slave" for the evening. Then he felt her hand slide under his jacket
and her fingers draw up and pinch his nipple beneath his shirt,
rolling it between the clutched fingertips for a moment before
releasing it, the hand sliding back to its casual, absent petting of
his chest.
The flush of blood that welled up in his neck and cheeks, as
well as the sensation in his chest that sent a tingling to his cock
surprised him but he calmed himself and it passed. She's certainly
putting on a good show, he thought.
And then the conversation was ending and she was turning him,
guiding him by his bound arm, further into the room, stopping at
various places to allow her to greet each small knot of people in
turn. And at every new vantage point of the room he slowly scanned it,
searching for Angel.... but she simply didn't seem to be present.
And at each small group, as Anya greeted and schmoozed with
them, her hand went to his chest, petting it gently. By the time they
reached the far side of the room and the last couple, she was slipping
her fingers between the opening at his shirt and gently pulling on his
chest hairs. He was beginning to be distracted by this physical
attention... more than he had recieved in quite some time, and when
she absently slipped a shirt button and slid her hand inside it, her
fingers once again sliding over and capturing his nipple, he found his
eyes slipping shut and a light, sighing moan escaping him.
His cock was welling up now, absorbing the steady stream of
senations throughout his body and converting them to hardness. He
stood for a long moment, sensing the teasing touches and feeling his
flesh begin to glow.
Finally, he opened his eyes and discovered that the couple she
had been conversing with had moved off, leaving her standing there,
staring up at his face as she continued to carress and stroke his
nipple inside his shirt.
"You like that, don't you" she said, quietly.
He hoped that his eyebrows conveyed a "what do you think", in
a freindly way and as she began to slide her hand from his shirt he
could feel himself settling down slightly.
"Just remember" she said in a low, even tone, her eyes fixed
on his "while we're here, you're my slave..."
And her hand slid down over his belt and settled on his
crotch, closing gently on his now hardened cock through his black
jeans and squeezing it lightly, as if to stroke it.
He could hear himself release a sound, half sigh, half growl,
salted with a whimper through the gag, and hoped she wouldn't feel
like keeping this up too long. He was already fully aroused and didn't
want to be distracted any more than necessary. After all, he would
have to drive back to the hotel with Angel, and even though it wasn't
a long distance, he wanted their first carresses to be in the privacy
and safety of his room, not on the curb outside this place.
Anya smiled and gave a deep, quiet, throaty chuckle, letting
her hand slide away, over his hip as she turned him toward a more
private part of the room, leading him again by his arm.
As they approached the corner he saw that there was an old
couch as an overstuffed chair there, presently unoccupied, and set
before the couch was an old fashioned, metal ice cream parlor type
chair... rounded back tapering down to the back of the seat and on to
the legs.
As she guided him, he at first thought she was going to seat
them on the couch, but instead she led him to the metal chair and
carefully turned him so that he was standing in front of it, facing
away.
"Back up" she said, and he took a small step, feeling the
front of the chair seat against the back of his calve, unsure now as
to what it was she had in mind.
"Further" she said, giving a gentle tug on his arm and causing
him to separate his legs and practically straddle the seat until he
felt the cold metal of the chair back against his bound hands.
"Good" she said and then he felt both her hands take his lower
arms and raise them slightly, over the top of the seat back.
"Now, sit" she said.
He turned to look at her, his brows furrowed in confusion.
What the hell was she doing? But she looked at him openly, her face a
mask of tolerance.
"You want to see Angel?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Then sit" she said, simply.
He sighed and slowly lowered himself, allowing the seat back
to slip up between his arms and his spine, and when he finally
contacted the seat, his arms were now around the sides of the chair,
his bound hands behind the back.
Anya stepped around behind him and a few moments later he felt
something he quickly realized was a chain looping over his wrists and
being pulled down, snugly, behind him. When it was pulled taut, he
heard another snap and then Anya was kneeling beside him, gently
placing her hands on his thigh, smiling up at him.
"There" she said, pleasant satisfaction in her voice. "Comfy?"
He looked at her and rolled his eyes as if to say that was a
stupid question, and she giggled in response.
"Well" she said, "let's see if we can make things perfect,
shall we?" and he felt her gently take his booted ankle before where
she knelt and push it back until it was touching the back leg of the
chair... then the clatter of a chain and the slight pressure as it was
wrapped and tied off to the bottom of the chair leg.
She slid around behind him and he felt his other leg gently
pulled back and similarly attached to the opposite back chair leg.
Then she was on her feet beside him, looking down, gently
running her fingertips through his beard, smiling.
"It's been a long time since you've played, hasn't it" she
said. He nodded up at her, his eyebrows raised whistfully.
"Well... maybe we can do something about that... later on. But
now, I bet you want to see Angel, don't you, slave."
His next nod was tight, urgent, expectant.
She knelt down beside the chair, her eyes now fixing on his,
her hand slidding over his crotch once more, her fingers kneading the
pulsing organ through the thick material of his jeans.
"Are you sure, slave... are you absolutely sure you want to
see her?"
His nod was vigorous and final.
"It may not be in the way you expected to, you know.... would
that matter?"
He shook his head, his brows now knitted in frustration and
anxiety.
"You sure?" she said, teasingly.
He looked square at her and hoped his expression conveyed his
annoyance.
She chuckled, a deep, throaty, wicked sound and smiled at him.
"All right. You asked for it."
She turned her gaze across the room and nodded. He turned as
well, following her gaze and noticed one of the men standing by a
closed door on the opposite side of the room. He turned, opened the
knob and slid the door wide open, stepping into the doorway and
apparantly saying something to someone inside, before stepping back
out of the frame.
In a few moments a man, obviously Dominant, stepped through
the door, slowly, carefully, his hands raised and delicately holding
the end of a chain, pulling it slightly. And then, behind this Dom, he
saw her.... Angel.... being slowly led, blindfolded, by the chain that
connected to the clamps on her nipples, out of the room in slow,
graceful, delicate and careful steps, like some lovely animal in a
dream.
She was clad like some magnificent slut, in short corset,
garter belt and black stockings, a pair of cuffs on her ankles, her
naked mons covered only by the smallest triangle of cloth held on by
strings that ran up over her hips. Her arms were behind her and he
knew automatically that they were bound. And with each gentle tug the
Dom gave to the chain, she whimpered as her nipples were lightly
pulled, and stepped another slow, almost ritual step, behind him, as
he led her across from the room towards where he was chained to the
chair, Anya still kneeling beside him, still slowly, delicately,
rubbing and stroking his now throbbing cock through the thick material
of his jeans.
He was transfixed, his whole body focused on her stately,
graceful procession, slowly closing the distance between them. He felt
Anya's breath against his ear.
"Mmmmmm" she said, her voice a hot whisper charged with
arousal "watch this, slave.... this is going to be very, very special"
and flicked her tongue out to lightly brush his lobe before leaning
back and settling back to observe herself.
The Dom slowly guided Angel closer... step by slow motion
step... to where he was now fidgeting in his chair, pulling at the
chains that held him immobile. But instead of actually approaching,
they veered off toward the wall which the chair was facing, some ten
feet away. For the first time he noticed the dangling chain leading up
to the pully at the ceiling, and the large eyebolts set into the wall
down at the floor, wide apart.
The Dom slowly led Angel toward the wall, and as she now
turned her back partially to where he sat, imprisioned, he could see
her wrists were cuffed together by a single link behind her back and
her backside was completely bare, already bearing a number of red
stripes.
Anya was again at his ear, whispering.
"We didn't want you to have to sit through everything" she
cooed, her hand still steadily working his cock through the fabric of
his jeans. "We got here kind of early tonight, and he's been working
her back there ever since. Who knows how many times she's cum already.
She's so deep in subspace right now I doubt if she'd even know you
were here if I introduced you. But I did want you to be here for the
very best part. Just keep watching, slave. This is going to be
amazing."
The Dom had stopped Angel just in front of the wall with a
gentle touch on her shoulder, and now stepped behind her, working with
practiced hands to undo the link between the cuffs that held her
wrists captive behind her back. When they slipped free he gently took
her hands and turned her guiding her back until she was a mere foot or
so from the wall, now facing him in his chair prison. Even though her
eyes were covered, he could tell from the slight part of her lips and
the short gasps of her breathing that she was indeed lost in some
sexual world of her own.
The Dom drew her arms together in front of her and re-attached
the link, curling a finger over it and pulling it slightly to test
it's seal... then leaned down and kissed her, gently but hungrily.
She whimpered as the Doms lips met hers and he could see the
depth of the kiss, two tongues dancing together, even as her knees
trembled and she looked as though she might collapse to the floor.
But the Dom broke the kiss slowly and began raising her hands,
quickly attaching the end of the dangled chain to the link and the
nodding to someone in the corner. A moment later the chain began to
rise, lifting her arms upwards. When they were above her head, the
hoisting paused long enough for the Dom to kneel down and attach her
ankle cuffs to the heavy eyebolts in the floor, causing her legs to
open wide... then the hoist continued and soon she was standing,
stretched to three points, above and below her, and spread wide.
Anya was once again at his ear, her voice barely audible.
"Now.... the real fun starts..."



She was magnificent.... decked out in her corset, garterbelt,
stockings.... the chain from the clamps now dangling down, swaying
slightly with her labored breath... her hands cuffed together and
drawn up, over her head, her legs held wide apart by the ropes on the
ankle cuffs, keeping her body taut and quivering... her eyes
blindfolded.
He felt almost lightheaded, his own breath now coming in
short, shallow pulses through his nose, the ballgag sealing his
mouth... chained down to the metal chair not ten feet away from where
his love, his Angel was stretched and displayed, under the gentle
touch of the Dom.
Anya, still kneeling beside him, leaned over and laid her
cheek against his shoulder, as if they were an ordinary couple
watching a movie in some darkened theatre and not a dimly lit dungeon,
her hand still slowly, lightly tickling and teasing his throbbing cock
through his jeans...
The sinews of his mind were at the breaking point, sitting,
witnessing the slowly developing scene before him.
The Dom stood just to the side of where Angel was stretched,
not quite hanging, very lightly drawing his palm across her stomach in
a gentle carress that made her shudder with a light rattle of the
chains at her ankles. He leaned over and whispered something to her.
She nodded, weakly. He continued to whisper, his hand now trailing up,
a single finger hooking the chain that hung from her nipples and
lifting it, drawing it out from her body until it was taut.... and she
shuddered deeply, her head lolling back, her knees bending slightly.
Her hips rolled forward, then slowly back, as if she was somehow
attempted to invite the very air to penetrate her.
The Dom continued to whisper to her, the nipple chain held
taut and she shook her head again, her body shuddering.
The Dom gently kissed her cheek and turned to look off, back
toward the door from which he had led her. A naked female, wearing
only ankle and wrist cuffs and a wide leather collar, stepped towards
him, holding in her outstretched hands a tray on which were set a
variety of toys. She took station off to one side, the tray within his
reach.
Releasing the chain that held her nipples tight and stretched,
he reached and selected a long, thin vibrator of ivory white. Turning
back to her he again leaned over to whisper something and she nodded
her head.
At the instant the Dom turned the vibrator on, he touched her
stomach with it and she moaned, loudly.
Bound to his imprisioning chair her surprise visitor also
moaned behind the gag and his body tensed as if he could feel what she
was feeling at that moment. Beside him he heard Anya chuckle quietly,
her tormenting hand never stopping its slow, delicate rotation around
his crotch.
The Dom trailed the vibrator tip slowly down Angels stomach,
causing her to roll her hips forward, his whispering continuing, her
nodding becoming more and more insistant... almost desparate... and
when the toy brushed to the very bottom of her well spread and
pinioned torso, he leaned his head against hers. She turned her head,
her mouth groping, seeking his... and at the instant they met, his
hand turned the vibrator and slid it along the now soggy triangle of
cloth that covered her sex, drawing it over her clit.
Her entire body shuddered deeply, as if on the verge of some
explosion, her feet tensing, sending her up on tiptoe, seeking the
release with desperation... and then the vibrator slipped quickly
away, no longer touching her.
She moaned and whimpered, her entire body sagging and
trembling as the climax was withheld from her.
The Dom extended his arm to place the toy back on the tray and
once more was whispering to her. She nodded, her breath coming in
gasps now.

What is he saying to her, her visiting lover wondered,and the
not knowing was driving him mad.

Again she was nodding, and the Doms hand was again on her
stomach, stroking lightly, delicately. It trailed down, but instead of
moving toward her center, it slipped off toward her hip and the
fingers gathered at a small bow tied in the string that held the
triangle of cloth in place... His hand paused, more whispers... she
nods, desparately, and the hand pulls the bow, freeing it, the cloth
falling away, exposing her naked, bare sex.
Another shudder rolled through her. His hand slipped across
her and in a moment the other bow parted, the soggy triangle of cloth
tumbling to the floor between her pinioned legs, leaving her sex open
and exposed.

Her visiting lover felt Anya's hand squeeze his cock through
his jeans, sending a shiver through him, but her attention, like his
own, was fixed unbreakably on the scene before them.

The Dom now raised a foot and stepped over Angels leg, so that
he was standing beside her, his hand on her front returning to make
slow, fingertip light circles around her stomach... his other
disappearing behind her, as he leaned in once more and took up
whispering to her once more.
She moaned and rolled her hips to one side, slowly,
sensuously, then back to the other, pressing back slightly. Then,
suddenly at whatever he whispered, she nodded and for the first time
gasped out..
"Yes Sir"...
A moment later she gasped loudly and her entire body seemed to
rise up, as if driven. The Doms hand at her back, the hand unseen
behind her, was moving slowly now, and Angels entire body was hung,
tense and trembling.
"Ohhhhhhhh" she moaned, as if in surprise "Sir, I'm gonna
cum... Sir... ohhhhh Sir"....
And as suddenly, the arm behind her was withdrawn, returning a
moment later to the small of her back.
She moaned, now with a sobbing sound and her body sagged once
more, her throat emitting a low animal-like growl.
The Dom turned to look at the tray and scooped from it a
glistening plug, already wet and shining.

Angels visiting lover gasped behind the gag, startled by the
size of the thing.
He could feel Anya's breath warmly against his ear.
"This always makes me so hot. I may need to have you eat my
pussy later, slave" she cooed.

The hand holding the plug slipped behing Angels back, and the
Dom was whispering to her once more, she nodding slowly, steadly,
already lost in some netherworld of sensations. The whispering and
nodding continued for a long moment... then suddenly she cried out, a
wailing half-scream as her body lurched forward and upward.
"Oooh God, Sir!! Ooooooh Siiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!"
It hung there, on the edge of it's muscles limits for a long
moment, then sagged slowly as his hand slid up her back once more...
patting and comforting her...
The whisper once more and her nodding was now a bobbing,
almost thoughtless and absent, as if her rational brain had departed.
The Dom reached and took up from the offered tray a realistic
dildo, and, raising it, placed it lightly against her lips.
For a moment she appeared startled, but his whispering
continued and she opened her mouth, allowing the false yet real
appearing cock to slide over her tongue. He slowly worked it deep into
her mouth and withdrew it almost to the tip... then slowly plunged it
into her lips once more before withdrawing it entirely and holding it
out for the naked slave with the tray to take from him.
Again he was whispering to her, her head nodding slightly, but
her visiting lover saw the naked female place the tray on the floor
and move closer, being careful not to touch Angel, as she reached
around the whispering Dom and began to undo his belt.
As the Dom slowly took up the dangling nipple chain once more
and slowly stretched it out, causing Angel to shudder and moan once
more, the naked female opened his pants and drew them down, allowing
him to step out of them. She placed them asside and, reaching around
from behind him quickly unbuttoned his shirt, until it hung, open,
revealing his sole remaining useful garment.... a tight pair of black,
silken briefs that were already tented outwards with his hard cock.
Once more, moving now to stand in front of her, he leaned in
and whispered to her. She nodded her head, he whispered and she said,
her voice a gasp...
"Yes".
He then stepped back, and nodded. The naked female and the
other Dom from the door moved quickly in and undid the chains from her
ankles, while at the same moment the rope holding her up was loosened,
her arms sinking down in front of her.
The Dom reached up and undid her wrists from the suspended
rope and as her ankles came free she placed her feet together, knees
trembling, lowering her still cuffed hands in front of her.
The naked female and other Dom withdrew as the Dom walked
around behind Angel and leaned over to whisper into her ear once more,
only a brief word. She slowly lowered herself to one knee, then was
kneeling, as if in prayer, back straight, hands poised together in
front of herself.
The Dom stood behind her for a long moment, then gently
reached out to stroke her long hair. Angel moaned and moved her head
to press against his hand, savoring the pet.
The Dom moved around in front of her and reached out to where
the naked female had retrieved the tray, holding it out to him. He
scooped up something black, flat, gleaming with small metal studs.....
a collar.

Anya's hot breath was against the visiting lovers ear once
more.
"He's been after her for a long time now" she cooed. "They've
played a lot recently. But he hasn't allowed her to cum until tonight.
She must be half crazy by now...."
His breath was in short, hard panting now, beads of sweat
standing out against his forehead. And still Anya's hand lightly
stroked his cock beneath the fabric of his jeans.

The Dom circled Angel until he was behind her once more, then
knelt down and with a hand reached around and lightly picked up the
chain dangling from the nipple clamps, lifting it, drawing it outwards
until she moaned, his head leaned in against her ear, whispering.
"Yyyyyes, Sir" she gasped, and shuddered.
More whispering... a nod.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, please, Sir...."

And then he lowered the chain and lifted to collar in his
hands, over her head and settled it in place around her neck, buckling
it so that it fit, snug and perfect on her lovely throat.
He leaned once more to whisper to her, his hands now slipping
around her, one sliding up to take the chain once more and draw it
out, the other floating over her hip, between her legs, pressing them
outwards. She immediately pushed her knees apart, opening herself,
revealing her glistening, moist sex to her visiting lovers gaze, as
the Dom's hand slid down and cupped her sex, a finger slipping between
the lips and finding her clit, beginning to stroke.
She moaned.......
"Oooohhhhhhhhh...... Master" she sighed. "Thank you, Master...
my Master..... thank you........"
And her voice dissolved into a sobbing whimper, as her hips
rolled back and began to thrust forward against the invading hand, her
body starting to pulse and tremble.
The Doms whispering continued in her ear and she moaned and
pumped herself against his hand.
"Oh yes, Master, oh God, yes, fuck me, oh God, please, Master,
yes, fuck my mouth, Master, my pussy, my ass, yes, please, yours, all
yours, oh God, Master....Ooooh, Master, I'm gonna cum... gonna
cummmm... ohhhhhhh..."
And then suddenly his hand withdrew from her and she moaned,
rolling forward, her hands pressing to the floor, keeping her from
falling onto her face as the Dom quickly rose, leaned over her and
took her shoulders gently in his hands, lifting her, guiding her up.
Her legs were shaky as she got unsteadily to her feet and
allowed him to lead her, half-holding her up, towards where a long,
heavy table was placed nearby.
He sat her on the side of the table, then was gently pushing
her back, turning her, catching her leg and lifting it to where a
chain with a hook hung down to one side and quickly snapping the chain
to her ankle cuff. In a few moments the other leg was raised and
snapped into a similar chain on the other side. At the same moment the
naked female had drawn up her arms to the far end of the table and
secured them there, so that she now lay on the table, her backside
resting just off the edge, legs held up and wide apart.

Angels visiting lover was trembling now, his head turned to
gaze at this scene, Anya now kneeling up beside him, at the edge of
his view, her eyes glowing with a black fire.
"Isn't that wonderful" she cooed, as her stroking hand now
slipped up and began to unbuckle his belt. "She belongs to him now.
It's something he's wanted for a very long time... and she has too,
though she didn't know it. Well, she does now... and she's in for a
very long night.."
...Anya's hand slipped the button at the top if his jeans and
slid the zipper down enough to slide her hand in and wrap her fingers
around his trembling cock.
"First, of course" she said, beginning to slowly stroke him
"they have to consumate... and then he'll play her until she's a
puddle of totally fucked mush..."

The Dom was standing between Angels pinioned, wide spread
legs, one hand lightly stroking her mons, just above her sex, the
other hooking his own briefs, drawing them down, allowing his hard,
dark, well-veined cock to spring free...

"And then he's taking her home" Anya said, her hand tickling
and teasing his cock "and she'll spend the entire week-end as a
complete fuck slave..."

The Dom moved slowly up between Angels helplessly pinned legs,
one hand guiding his cock until it rested against her oozing, hungry,
desparate sex...

"She'll be tied up the entire time, day and night..."

The Dom reached up with his hand and took the chain that
connected her nipple clamps and began to lift it, pull it...

"...and he's going to fuck every inch of her, constantly..."

The Doms other hand slid down to her sex, a fingertip slipping
between the lips and finding her clit...

"...and by the time it's over, she won't know anything else
but his cock and tongue and fingers..."

...and pressed his hips forward, his cock slowly entering her,
causing her to arch her back and cry out, as if impaled with a white
hot bar of searing iron....

"So I don't think she'll have much time to see you this
trip..."

Angel cried out as the Dom began to stroke into her, her
entire body convulsing, her head lulling from side to side as the
orgasms began to roll over her, the one building on the ashes of the
one before it, cumming now in a deep shudder for every long, slow
thrust of the Doms cock deep into her.

"But that's okay" Anya said, soothingly, as she leaned in
close against his cheek... "we'll find something to keep you busy...."
"Tell me" she whispered in his ear... "what size collar do you
wear..."
And lightly kissed his sweaty cheek.

END