Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Bottom Insurance
by Anonymous
Francie was as nervous as a school girl getting ready for her first date. It was hard for her to believe that at 41 years of age, she actually consented to meeting a man she met on a computer!
She pondered about what shoes to wear, what dress, hair style, make up,........oh gawd, she was nervous!!
They had been corresponding for almost a year and shared an infatuation for spanking. Bare bottom over the knee spanking. She only knew him as "The Hammer" and in a few weeks Francie would be meeting him face to face for the first time!
Other than her delicious spanking memories from childhood, she was not really sure that it would indeed be the turn on she imagined, as she was not what you would call an "active" connoisseur.
From her computer online chats with others of this genre, she learned that an insurance policy, taken out previous to such meetings, was recommended. But how does one go about having ones buttocks insured!!???
Again, from her compatriots, she was able to ascertain, that indeed such a firm existed. A small branch of Llyods, with offices in New York, Chicago, and San Francisco, actually did cater to insuring bottoms, and other body parts, for whatever reason.
Taking a deep breath, Francie made the phone call, and arranged for an appointment at the San Francisco office. Better safe than sorry, she reasoned.......who knows what might happen with a meeting with a man she never met!
She sat in a comfortable arm chair, across the desk from Mr. Nairda, the branch manager of the small insurance firm. She looked around at the spartanly furnished office, as Mr. Nairda silently reviewed her application.
He looked up and addressed her:
"Let me see if I have all the facts as I perceive them, Miss Seska. You will be meeting a man, whom you have never met before, and the chances are almost 100% that he will take you over his knee, bare your bottom and spank you with his hands, and perhaps some implement. Followed by, no doubt, some type of sexual fulfilling act. Is that about the brunt of it?"
Francie flushed with embarrassment. This man was making the erotic adventure into something.....something so....clinical.
"Yes," Francie answered, not knowing how or if she should elaborate an explanation.
Mr. Nairda set down the application and looked at her directly.
"Well.......it is not the most unusual request we have had, and we are quite capable of issuing such a policy. Your premium will be determined after your examination," he most matter-of-factly stated.
"Examination?" Francie inquired.
"Yes, Miss Seska, you surely did not think we would insure such a property without an examination to determine the soundness of our investment based on any pre-existing conditions that may endanger it?" he asked and stated in one statement.
"No........no, of course not," Francie replied, clearly taken aback at this new set of circumstances, and mentally objecting to reference of "property" and "investment"!!
"Good!" the man settled the issue. "Miss Ginger!" he spoke into the intercom, "Would you please come in here." He smiled at Francie as the door opened and an attractive red-head entered.
"Miss Ginger, please take Miss Seska to the lower level examination section and see that the actuarial team is assembled", Mr. Nairda directed his secretary.
Francie followed the sensual hips out of the office, down the hall, and into the elevator. They entered a fairly large hospital type examination room, white on white on white, and very bright.
Another women, in a starched white uniform dress, with the name tag "Debbie Andrews", sat behind a paperless desk. Miss Ginger handed her the forms, and Miss Andrews confirmed the appointment from her list.
With clip board in hand she stood and spoke:
"Miss Seska, please remove all of your clothing."
Francie felt the weakness in her knees. Those "WORDS", whether spoken politely or tyrannically, sent shivers through her every pore. She loved reading stories that contained that almost beloved direction: "Take off your clothes". The story could be about a husband ordering his wife, or the secret police about to "interogate" a prisoner. It did not matter.....the phrase meant INSTANT arousal!
The squirts of arousal already warmed her groin.
She hesitated, waiting for at least Miss Ginger to leave, but she made no motion to do so, and it was a certainty that Miss Andrews wasn't going anywhere either!
After she had removed her skirt and blouse, Miss Andrews took then, placed them on a hanger, and then into one of the white formica lockers that lined one wall. Francie peeled down her panty hose, and with a shy glance toward the pair, slipped out of her bra, pulled down and stepped out of her panties.
Miss Andrews took the undergarments, placed them in a ziploc bag, and along with Francie's purse and shoes, placed everything in the locker and locked it.
Francie stood nude and waited.
Miss Andrews handed the clip board to Miss Ginger, activated her lapel microphone, and proceeded with the examination.
"This will be a general examination, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews spoke, "not an official medical physical. More or less basically to prove that you are alive," she chided and chuckled at the same time. "Now please step up on the scale."
Miss Andrews adjusted the counter weights, spoke the figure into the microphone, while Miss Ginger wrote it down.
"Step down now, please, lace your fingers behind your head and part your legs shoulder width apart," Miss Andrews directed.
Francie could feel her heart racing. The words reminded her of a passage from a book describing a slave auction! Men and women were stripped and standing naked in a line. Prospective buyers would walk up and down the line examining by touch each and every one. The genitals were especially subjected to lewd and prolonged fondlings. Francie shivered.
Miss Andrews stood directly in front of Francie and began her dissertation:
"Adult female, facial features and hair normal (as her hands lightly stroked the sides of her face), torso is proportionate to height and weight ( as the hands slid to her ribs and waist) breasts are normal and well developed (as the hands lifted and kneaded each breast) and nipples and areola consistent and symmetrical, (as the fingers rolled and pulled at the hard tips) followed by normal erection as the result of stimuli."
Francie flushed at the verbal observation while the fingers still tweaked at her nipples!! Her breathing was becoming shallow and more rapid.
Fingers were now pinching her belly. "Skin tone seems to be normal, with an average two inch extension. The lower abdominal region is firm (as the fingers probed below her navel) and the pubes is covered with the normal amount of pubic hair. (as a hand slid over the silky mound, pressing down firmly)
Francie's breathing was more laborious and her mouth dry. Swallowing was difficult. She stared straight ahead and watched Miss Andrews kneel down in front of her!!
"Female genitalia is normal (as fingers stroked her slit!) and pudenda (as the vaginal lips were gently pinched and pulled open) are thick and full and consistent for a female of this age." Miss Andrews clinically stated.
"The subjects clitoris is prominently erect and protruding (as Miss Andrews rubbed and flicked at it Francie visibly shuddered) and quite sensitive to stimulation." And the tiny index finger continued to tease the tiny morsel for some several seconds more, then abruptly stopped and stood up.
Francie's breasts and belly heaved noticeably as she almost panted.
"Very good, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews smiled, "now over to the wheel please," as she pulled back a curtain.
Francie could not believe what she was seeing! There, behind the curtain in the center of the room, was what looked like a cross between a carnival ride and a hampster wheel! Two large stainless steel hoops, clearly six feet in diameter, and separated by steel tubing of approximately three feet. The center hub was pierced by a shaft, the ends resting on a steel triangled base.
"Don't looked so shocked, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews comforted, "It really is not as bad as it looks. Just climb in the center, bend over the padded bar, place your knees on the vinyl pads, and grab the bar in front."
The two women guided Francie into the device and she soon found herself kneeling almost suspended, with her legs parted, and bent at the waist. Velcro straps held her firmly.
Miss Andrews pressed a button and the wheel turned! She was now almost upside down with her bottom high in the air!
"Just relax, Miss Seska," Andrews stated.
(RELAX?!!.......RELAX WHILE I AM NAKED AND TIED UPSIDE DOWN!!!!! Francie shrieked to herself!!!)
Just then the door opened and three men walked in!!!!! Francie closed her eyes at a poor attempt at hiding!
"About ready for us, Debbie?" Mr. Nairda asked.
"Just about, sir," she answered.
"Oh....Miss Seska," Nairda began as he walked in front of the woman, "this is Mr. Benredsen and Mr. Bruce, members of our accounting and actuarial team," he smiled as the men extended their greetings.
"Hello........" was all that Francie could squeak out. (WHAT THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTO??! THESE GUYS ARE LOOKING RIGHT UP MY ASS!!!) the thought screamed through her brain!
"We are all here to determine the policy premium, through a detailed examination of your bottom," Nairda explained.
"Surface quality looks good," one of them said as several pairs of hands started to roam, fondle, and knead her exposed cheeks!
"Resiliency and elasticity extremely good!" another said, as her bottom was poked, pinched, and pulled about.
"Very buoyant," another voice, as the lower cheeks were palmed, hefted, and bounced.
Francie hung her head low, watching her own breasts jiggling as she squirmed under the exploritory hands! Her head snapped up, with eyes wide and mouth agape, as she felt her bottom being pulled open and a finger rubbing at the pucker of her anus!
"Just relax, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews reflexly spoke as she saw Francie commence a bucking motion.
The hands continued their quest, commenting to each other about this or that attribute. The tickling of her anus was driving her mad! She could feel her sex throbing with each touch.
"OK.......shall we give it a try?" Nairda asked the group. "Fine, let's get started," the others replied.
SLAP!...........SLAP!......two different hands slapped each cheek of her backside.
SLAP!.........SLAP!........SLAP!.......SLAP!.......SLAP! the hands continued up and down her bottom.
"Seems pretty normal, a little pink, cheeks are quivering," a voice observed.
"Step it up a bit......faster and harder, if you please," Nairdah directed the other two.
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!!!...SLAP!!!...SLAP!!!...SLAP!!!
the two hands descended much faster and much harder, as Francie gritted her teeth, trying to bear up, and will away the god awful ache pounding in her groin!
"Very good," Nairda stopped the men with a held up hand, and ran his hand over the now red cheeks, sliding fingers into her crease from below and almost grazing her hanging sex lips! She shuddered and a soft moan escaped her lips, embarrassing her.
"Try these now," as he handed each man a wooden hair brush. Nairda watched, somewhat mesmerized.
"WHACK!.......WHACK! the brushes cracked into each cheek almost simultaneously! ".......ack......ack...ack...." a somewhat silent utterance from Francie's open mouth.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! the brushes splatted against the cheeks, five on each one!
Nairda held up a hand again and the men stopped. Francie was shaking........no rather vibrating........muscles twitched involuntarily in the thighs, the buttocks seem to open and close of their own volition, the eye of her anus seemed to be winking!
"You may resume, but alternate between the brush and the hand," Nairda instructed. One man set down his brush and began the hand spanking anew, barely getting his hand out of the way, as the other man wielded the brush.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, followed by the WHACKS of the brush! They commented on the bright redness. The man hand spanking, used an under handed stroke and slapped lightly, just tapping really, at her sex lips, six or seven times!!!! Each tap almost lifting her off the padded bar and into the path of the brush!!
She was breathing heavily, the fire in her groin all but consumed her. She could feel the juices in her sex boiling and oozing out. Each punctuation of the brush sent an intollerable shock of arousal between her spread legs! The fire in her bottom only added to her longing.
Nairda, again, gave the signal for the men to stop. He smiled mischieviously as he watched Francie try and grind her pelvic bone into the padded bar.
"I say, there seems to be considerable arousal from our young lady. Please confirm, Miss Andrews," Nairda directed the technician.
Debbie smiled and advanced toward Francie. She used one index finger to first slide between her cheeks and gently tickle the little bottom pucker with her nail. Francie jumped as if electrocuted!
With her other hand, she reached under, parted, and inserted two fingers between the sex lips.
"Very very aroused, sir" she replied while stroking the sensitive orifices. "Continue," Nairda directed.
Debbie smiled again and began a positively delicious masturbation of her helpless charge. She poked, goosed, and tickled the little anal hole while at the same time sliding her fingers up and down the sopping slit, rubbing and flicking at the clit. Just as Francie reached climax, Debbie backed her fingers off and commenced a more sensual relaxing massage. She knew all the right spots!!!
She took gleeful delight as Francie tried desparately to slide down on the fingers. As Francie once again reached her pinnacle, Debbie eased her finger into her anus and rapidly rubbed and flicked at the throbbing clit.
Francie squeaked, moaned, and shivered as the climax raced through her. She started to sputter and spit as wave after wave of orgasmic delight pulsed intensely through her body.
After what seemed like an eternity, the fingers left her and Francie fell into a more rhythmic breathing.
"Thank you Miss Andrews," Nairda addressed the smiling woman. "Well gentlemen, have you observed enough to make an actuarial table for our claims and benefits department?" he added.
"Yes, sir" "Yes,sir" the men responded like twins.
"Very good then." Nairda dismissed them. "Miss Seska, we should have all the information necessary by the finish of business tomorrow. Our adjuster will be calling you. Good day, madam." he smiled at her, and tapped her bottom cheeks.
"Good.............day.......," Francie whispered out, and winced.
Francie cocked her head and watched the man leave, followed by Miss Ginger. Miss Andrews ripped apart the velcro strapping and assisted Francie, weak kneed, to a chair.
As she unlocked the locker and started to hand Francie her clothes, she spoke:
"You know if their premium is too high, you could try another agency."
"Nooooo.....this will be fine," Francie answered, her expression vacuous. (ONE INSURANCE EXAM IS ENOUGH FOR A LIFETIME!) her final thought!
Francie was as nervous as a school girl getting ready for her first date. It was hard for her to believe that at 41 years of age, she actually consented to meeting a man she met on a computer!
She pondered about what shoes to wear, what dress, hair style, make up,........oh gawd, she was nervous!!
They had been corresponding for almost a year and shared an infatuation for spanking. Bare bottom over the knee spanking. She only knew him as "The Hammer" and in a few weeks Francie would be meeting him face to face for the first time!
Other than her delicious spanking memories from childhood, she was not really sure that it would indeed be the turn on she imagined, as she was not what you would call an "active" connoisseur.
From her computer online chats with others of this genre, she learned that an insurance policy, taken out previous to such meetings, was recommended. But how does one go about having ones buttocks insured!!???
Again, from her compatriots, she was able to ascertain, that indeed such a firm existed. A small branch of Llyods, with offices in New York, Chicago, and San Francisco, actually did cater to insuring bottoms, and other body parts, for whatever reason.
Taking a deep breath, Francie made the phone call, and arranged for an appointment at the San Francisco office. Better safe than sorry, she reasoned.......who knows what might happen with a meeting with a man she never met!
She sat in a comfortable arm chair, across the desk from Mr. Nairda, the branch manager of the small insurance firm. She looked around at the spartanly furnished office, as Mr. Nairda silently reviewed her application.
He looked up and addressed her:
"Let me see if I have all the facts as I perceive them, Miss Seska. You will be meeting a man, whom you have never met before, and the chances are almost 100% that he will take you over his knee, bare your bottom and spank you with his hands, and perhaps some implement. Followed by, no doubt, some type of sexual fulfilling act. Is that about the brunt of it?"
Francie flushed with embarrassment. This man was making the erotic adventure into something.....something so....clinical.
"Yes," Francie answered, not knowing how or if she should elaborate an explanation.
Mr. Nairda set down the application and looked at her directly.
"Well.......it is not the most unusual request we have had, and we are quite capable of issuing such a policy. Your premium will be determined after your examination," he most matter-of-factly stated.
"Examination?" Francie inquired.
"Yes, Miss Seska, you surely did not think we would insure such a property without an examination to determine the soundness of our investment based on any pre-existing conditions that may endanger it?" he asked and stated in one statement.
"No........no, of course not," Francie replied, clearly taken aback at this new set of circumstances, and mentally objecting to reference of "property" and "investment"!!
"Good!" the man settled the issue. "Miss Ginger!" he spoke into the intercom, "Would you please come in here." He smiled at Francie as the door opened and an attractive red-head entered.
"Miss Ginger, please take Miss Seska to the lower level examination section and see that the actuarial team is assembled", Mr. Nairda directed his secretary.
Francie followed the sensual hips out of the office, down the hall, and into the elevator. They entered a fairly large hospital type examination room, white on white on white, and very bright.
Another women, in a starched white uniform dress, with the name tag "Debbie Andrews", sat behind a paperless desk. Miss Ginger handed her the forms, and Miss Andrews confirmed the appointment from her list.
With clip board in hand she stood and spoke:
"Miss Seska, please remove all of your clothing."
Francie felt the weakness in her knees. Those "WORDS", whether spoken politely or tyrannically, sent shivers through her every pore. She loved reading stories that contained that almost beloved direction: "Take off your clothes". The story could be about a husband ordering his wife, or the secret police about to "interogate" a prisoner. It did not matter.....the phrase meant INSTANT arousal!
The squirts of arousal already warmed her groin.
She hesitated, waiting for at least Miss Ginger to leave, but she made no motion to do so, and it was a certainty that Miss Andrews wasn't going anywhere either!
After she had removed her skirt and blouse, Miss Andrews took then, placed them on a hanger, and then into one of the white formica lockers that lined one wall. Francie peeled down her panty hose, and with a shy glance toward the pair, slipped out of her bra, pulled down and stepped out of her panties.
Miss Andrews took the undergarments, placed them in a ziploc bag, and along with Francie's purse and shoes, placed everything in the locker and locked it.
Francie stood nude and waited.
Miss Andrews handed the clip board to Miss Ginger, activated her lapel microphone, and proceeded with the examination.
"This will be a general examination, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews spoke, "not an official medical physical. More or less basically to prove that you are alive," she chided and chuckled at the same time. "Now please step up on the scale."
Miss Andrews adjusted the counter weights, spoke the figure into the microphone, while Miss Ginger wrote it down.
"Step down now, please, lace your fingers behind your head and part your legs shoulder width apart," Miss Andrews directed.
Francie could feel her heart racing. The words reminded her of a passage from a book describing a slave auction! Men and women were stripped and standing naked in a line. Prospective buyers would walk up and down the line examining by touch each and every one. The genitals were especially subjected to lewd and prolonged fondlings. Francie shivered.
Miss Andrews stood directly in front of Francie and began her dissertation:
"Adult female, facial features and hair normal (as her hands lightly stroked the sides of her face), torso is proportionate to height and weight ( as the hands slid to her ribs and waist) breasts are normal and well developed (as the hands lifted and kneaded each breast) and nipples and areola consistent and symmetrical, (as the fingers rolled and pulled at the hard tips) followed by normal erection as the result of stimuli."
Francie flushed at the verbal observation while the fingers still tweaked at her nipples!! Her breathing was becoming shallow and more rapid.
Fingers were now pinching her belly. "Skin tone seems to be normal, with an average two inch extension. The lower abdominal region is firm (as the fingers probed below her navel) and the pubes is covered with the normal amount of pubic hair. (as a hand slid over the silky mound, pressing down firmly)
Francie's breathing was more laborious and her mouth dry. Swallowing was difficult. She stared straight ahead and watched Miss Andrews kneel down in front of her!!
"Female genitalia is normal (as fingers stroked her slit!) and pudenda (as the vaginal lips were gently pinched and pulled open) are thick and full and consistent for a female of this age." Miss Andrews clinically stated.
"The subjects clitoris is prominently erect and protruding (as Miss Andrews rubbed and flicked at it Francie visibly shuddered) and quite sensitive to stimulation." And the tiny index finger continued to tease the tiny morsel for some several seconds more, then abruptly stopped and stood up.
Francie's breasts and belly heaved noticeably as she almost panted.
"Very good, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews smiled, "now over to the wheel please," as she pulled back a curtain.
Francie could not believe what she was seeing! There, behind the curtain in the center of the room, was what looked like a cross between a carnival ride and a hampster wheel! Two large stainless steel hoops, clearly six feet in diameter, and separated by steel tubing of approximately three feet. The center hub was pierced by a shaft, the ends resting on a steel triangled base.
"Don't looked so shocked, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews comforted, "It really is not as bad as it looks. Just climb in the center, bend over the padded bar, place your knees on the vinyl pads, and grab the bar in front."
The two women guided Francie into the device and she soon found herself kneeling almost suspended, with her legs parted, and bent at the waist. Velcro straps held her firmly.
Miss Andrews pressed a button and the wheel turned! She was now almost upside down with her bottom high in the air!
"Just relax, Miss Seska," Andrews stated.
(RELAX?!!.......RELAX WHILE I AM NAKED AND TIED UPSIDE DOWN!!!!! Francie shrieked to herself!!!)
Just then the door opened and three men walked in!!!!! Francie closed her eyes at a poor attempt at hiding!
"About ready for us, Debbie?" Mr. Nairda asked.
"Just about, sir," she answered.
"Oh....Miss Seska," Nairda began as he walked in front of the woman, "this is Mr. Benredsen and Mr. Bruce, members of our accounting and actuarial team," he smiled as the men extended their greetings.
"Hello........" was all that Francie could squeak out. (WHAT THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTO??! THESE GUYS ARE LOOKING RIGHT UP MY ASS!!!) the thought screamed through her brain!
"We are all here to determine the policy premium, through a detailed examination of your bottom," Nairda explained.
"Surface quality looks good," one of them said as several pairs of hands started to roam, fondle, and knead her exposed cheeks!
"Resiliency and elasticity extremely good!" another said, as her bottom was poked, pinched, and pulled about.
"Very buoyant," another voice, as the lower cheeks were palmed, hefted, and bounced.
Francie hung her head low, watching her own breasts jiggling as she squirmed under the exploritory hands! Her head snapped up, with eyes wide and mouth agape, as she felt her bottom being pulled open and a finger rubbing at the pucker of her anus!
"Just relax, Miss Seska," Miss Andrews reflexly spoke as she saw Francie commence a bucking motion.
The hands continued their quest, commenting to each other about this or that attribute. The tickling of her anus was driving her mad! She could feel her sex throbing with each touch.
"OK.......shall we give it a try?" Nairda asked the group. "Fine, let's get started," the others replied.
SLAP!...........SLAP!......two different hands slapped each cheek of her backside.
SLAP!.........SLAP!........SLAP!.......SLAP!.......SLAP! the hands continued up and down her bottom.
"Seems pretty normal, a little pink, cheeks are quivering," a voice observed.
"Step it up a bit......faster and harder, if you please," Nairdah directed the other two.
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!!!...SLAP!!!...SLAP!!!...SLAP!!!
the two hands descended much faster and much harder, as Francie gritted her teeth, trying to bear up, and will away the god awful ache pounding in her groin!
"Very good," Nairda stopped the men with a held up hand, and ran his hand over the now red cheeks, sliding fingers into her crease from below and almost grazing her hanging sex lips! She shuddered and a soft moan escaped her lips, embarrassing her.
"Try these now," as he handed each man a wooden hair brush. Nairda watched, somewhat mesmerized.
"WHACK!.......WHACK! the brushes cracked into each cheek almost simultaneously! ".......ack......ack...ack...." a somewhat silent utterance from Francie's open mouth.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! the brushes splatted against the cheeks, five on each one!
Nairda held up a hand again and the men stopped. Francie was shaking........no rather vibrating........muscles twitched involuntarily in the thighs, the buttocks seem to open and close of their own volition, the eye of her anus seemed to be winking!
"You may resume, but alternate between the brush and the hand," Nairda instructed. One man set down his brush and began the hand spanking anew, barely getting his hand out of the way, as the other man wielded the brush.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, followed by the WHACKS of the brush! They commented on the bright redness. The man hand spanking, used an under handed stroke and slapped lightly, just tapping really, at her sex lips, six or seven times!!!! Each tap almost lifting her off the padded bar and into the path of the brush!!
She was breathing heavily, the fire in her groin all but consumed her. She could feel the juices in her sex boiling and oozing out. Each punctuation of the brush sent an intollerable shock of arousal between her spread legs! The fire in her bottom only added to her longing.
Nairda, again, gave the signal for the men to stop. He smiled mischieviously as he watched Francie try and grind her pelvic bone into the padded bar.
"I say, there seems to be considerable arousal from our young lady. Please confirm, Miss Andrews," Nairda directed the technician.
Debbie smiled and advanced toward Francie. She used one index finger to first slide between her cheeks and gently tickle the little bottom pucker with her nail. Francie jumped as if electrocuted!
With her other hand, she reached under, parted, and inserted two fingers between the sex lips.
"Very very aroused, sir" she replied while stroking the sensitive orifices. "Continue," Nairda directed.
Debbie smiled again and began a positively delicious masturbation of her helpless charge. She poked, goosed, and tickled the little anal hole while at the same time sliding her fingers up and down the sopping slit, rubbing and flicking at the clit. Just as Francie reached climax, Debbie backed her fingers off and commenced a more sensual relaxing massage. She knew all the right spots!!!
She took gleeful delight as Francie tried desparately to slide down on the fingers. As Francie once again reached her pinnacle, Debbie eased her finger into her anus and rapidly rubbed and flicked at the throbbing clit.
Francie squeaked, moaned, and shivered as the climax raced through her. She started to sputter and spit as wave after wave of orgasmic delight pulsed intensely through her body.
After what seemed like an eternity, the fingers left her and Francie fell into a more rhythmic breathing.
"Thank you Miss Andrews," Nairda addressed the smiling woman. "Well gentlemen, have you observed enough to make an actuarial table for our claims and benefits department?" he added.
"Yes, sir" "Yes,sir" the men responded like twins.
"Very good then." Nairda dismissed them. "Miss Seska, we should have all the information necessary by the finish of business tomorrow. Our adjuster will be calling you. Good day, madam." he smiled at her, and tapped her bottom cheeks.
"Good.............day.......," Francie whispered out, and winced.
Francie cocked her head and watched the man leave, followed by Miss Ginger. Miss Andrews ripped apart the velcro strapping and assisted Francie, weak kneed, to a chair.
As she unlocked the locker and started to hand Francie her clothes, she spoke:
"You know if their premium is too high, you could try another agency."
"Nooooo.....this will be fine," Francie answered, her expression vacuous. (ONE INSURANCE EXAM IS ENOUGH FOR A LIFETIME!) her final thought!
Friday, June 1, 2012
Dream Time
"She was wearing something pink, and I remember that I was wearing a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house, and
headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase; It was a loft and and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right. It was huge and covered with cool, white cotton sheets, and smothered with overstuffed pillows..."
"We lay down on the bed and intertwined like pasta. I kissed her. She groaned. I slipped out of bed, and put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door."
When I returned, I found myself on the ceiling, looking down on the bed. She was nude and surrounded by the was white sheets and pillows. Her hair was blonde. Her skin was slightly tan. She is beauty in that rumpled sea of covers, pillows and blankets.
In the next moment, I am next to her and naked. I put my lips upon hers to waken her slowly, then passionately kiss her mouth, ears and throat. I shift my body so that my lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel and I follow it. Down."
headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase; It was a loft and and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right. It was huge and covered with cool, white cotton sheets, and smothered with overstuffed pillows..."
"We lay down on the bed and intertwined like pasta. I kissed her. She groaned. I slipped out of bed, and put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door."
When I returned, I found myself on the ceiling, looking down on the bed. She was nude and surrounded by the was white sheets and pillows. Her hair was blonde. Her skin was slightly tan. She is beauty in that rumpled sea of covers, pillows and blankets.
In the next moment, I am next to her and naked. I put my lips upon hers to waken her slowly, then passionately kiss her mouth, ears and throat. I shift my body so that my lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel and I follow it. Down."
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
My newest story!
I am finally back to work, my dears. Not quite yet 100%, but my dirty
mind is at work and I am moving! (And doing the wonderfully naughty
things I like to do!) So, this story is just getting off the ground. In
more ways than one ...
Fly me, I'm Stacey
My name is Stacey. I am flight attendant a large airline, and as such, I get to go around the world -- a lot. Throughout your lifetime, you won't meet many women who are like me. I'm proud of to be able to say that.
So is my husband, Matt.
Matt had just joined our flight crew, and I met him on his first flight for our company on a jet out of New York City to Seattle. Matt was the first officer, and I was his flight attendant. It was clear right from the get-go that Matt knew what to say and how to charm the ladies: When I stuck my head in the cockpit to say hello, his first words were, "Wow! You are gorgeous!"
I liked him immediately.
But it wasn't just his charming ways that I found attractive about Matt. If you must know (and I know you do!), Matt was also the type of guy that I find myself staring at. He was slim, attractive, and looked great in a pilot's uniform. He also had a touch of gray hair at his temples, and I knew that he was older than me by at least a decade. I didn't mind, though. Like I said, he looked good in a uniform. And I admit it; I am a sucker for a pilot. I knew that when I took a position as a flight attendant; eventually, I wanted a pilot in my bedroom.
But I'm younger than Matt, and it shows. The Italian in my blood has given me thick, black hair, and I keep it shoulder length. When I'm on the job, my hair is typically pulled back in a pony tail. When I'm off work, I wear it loose and free. When it comes to clothing, I'm like any other hot-blooded female. I like stark, primary colors. Black and white is nice, but give me bold reds, greens and yellows. I'm a pretty woman, and I like attracting attention.
(more to cum!)
Fly me, I'm Stacey
My name is Stacey. I am flight attendant a large airline, and as such, I get to go around the world -- a lot. Throughout your lifetime, you won't meet many women who are like me. I'm proud of to be able to say that.
So is my husband, Matt.
Matt had just joined our flight crew, and I met him on his first flight for our company on a jet out of New York City to Seattle. Matt was the first officer, and I was his flight attendant. It was clear right from the get-go that Matt knew what to say and how to charm the ladies: When I stuck my head in the cockpit to say hello, his first words were, "Wow! You are gorgeous!"
I liked him immediately.
But it wasn't just his charming ways that I found attractive about Matt. If you must know (and I know you do!), Matt was also the type of guy that I find myself staring at. He was slim, attractive, and looked great in a pilot's uniform. He also had a touch of gray hair at his temples, and I knew that he was older than me by at least a decade. I didn't mind, though. Like I said, he looked good in a uniform. And I admit it; I am a sucker for a pilot. I knew that when I took a position as a flight attendant; eventually, I wanted a pilot in my bedroom.
But I'm younger than Matt, and it shows. The Italian in my blood has given me thick, black hair, and I keep it shoulder length. When I'm on the job, my hair is typically pulled back in a pony tail. When I'm off work, I wear it loose and free. When it comes to clothing, I'm like any other hot-blooded female. I like stark, primary colors. Black and white is nice, but give me bold reds, greens and yellows. I'm a pretty woman, and I like attracting attention.
(more to cum!)
Friday, March 2, 2012
Vintage Spankings
Vintage Spanking photos are some of the loveliest I've seen. The black and white serves to make them extra delicious. And it doesn't hurt at all the the woman being spanked in this photo has a truly lovely ass!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The Dominatrix and The Cheerleader
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1 – Boy Discovers a Cheerleader
Chapter 2 – The Dominatrix and the Dean
Chapter 3 – Dominatrix, Cheerleader and Male Slaves
Chapter 4 – One More Lesson for the Cheerleader
The Dominatrix and the Cheerleader
Chapter 1 – Boy Discovers a Cheerleader
Darryl watched curiously as Amanda Forthright disappeared into the bushes near the building that housed the university's laboratory. Amanda was one of the hottest girls on campus, and didn't seem the type to do gardener's work. That she was sneaking into the tall shrubs and trees that surrounded the three-story brick building quickly got Darryl's attention.
He looked around to see whether anyone else noticed the blond cheerleader as she slipped into the greenery. Off to Darryl's left was the library, where a group of students were kicking around a small yellow sack filled with beans. They were too intent on their game to pay attention to Amanda's disappearing act. To his right was a long sidewalk, shaded by ancient oak trees. Classes were in session, so the sidewalk was largely empty of people. Only a few squirrels chattered at him from the safety of branches too high to reach. Straight ahead was the laboratory. To Darryl's back was a brick wall that had been painted white.
He looked back at the heavy wall of greenery surrounding the laboratory. Darryl knew from experience that there was a narrow pathway between the edge of the bushes and the building. The pathway was there so that the university’s maintenance crew could work on the building when necessary. Darryl had only seen maintenance people actually plow through the bushes on a couple of occasions, and that was when the pipes in the building had broken during an exceptionally harsh winter. He didn't think anyone had gone into the area since then, and that really piqued his curiosity: Why would Amanda be going into the bushes?
As he looked at the heavy stand of bushes and trees, Darryl knew that no one could see the cheerleader. If he hadn't been watching, Darryl would have walked by the spot and been none the wiser that Amanda was lurking somewhere within the bushes.
There was only a scattering of people around the campus and none seemed to be looking in his direction, so Darryl sidled up to the heavy growth and slipped between two huge bushes. He moved quietly, but quickly, stopping just short of the edge of the building. He stayed just within the bushes so that Amanda wouldn't see him.
But he could see her.
She was about 10 feet away from his position in the bushes and standing on what looked like a small wooden crate. Amanda had her fingers hooked on a window casing and was peering through the glass at something inside the laboratory. She was still wearing her cheerleader's uniform, indicating that she had probably come straight from practice on the college's football field.
The cheerleaders' uniforms were to cover only the essentials – a short, white skirt that just covered the girls' spankies, small undergarments worn to hide their asses when the cheerleaders were twisting and tumbling. A high leap by one of those girls would put a bulge in any man's pants. The outfit was complemented by a midriff-baring top, white socks and low, white sneakers. Amanda had the body to wear the uniform. She was sleek and tanned, with a small waist and big breasts. Amanda's top was strained across her chest even when she wasn't tumbling around the field. Amanda's legs were smooth, and she had a tiny diamond piercing her very visible navel. Shoulder-length blond hair capped her head, though Amanda typically kept her hair back in a tight ponytail that seemed to dance when she swung her head.
Darryl crouched low in the bushes and kept quiet while he watched to see what Amanda was up to. Something inside the laboratory had her attention, but Darryl couldn't see what she was watching.
But he could see the effect it was having on her. Darryl had an excellent side view of the young girl.
Still precarious on her perch, she unhooked her right hand from the window sill and pushed it down below her waist, and then pressed against her hand against her pubic mound. This caused Amanda's ass to push backward, and Darryl could see her butt cheeks clench. Amanda tottered for a moment on the wooden crate, but kept her grip on the window sill with her left hand and continued to push with her right hand.
Darryl's eyes goggled wide for a moment as he realized what the cheerleader was doing: Amanda was masturbating! His mouth opened slightly, a soft gasp escaped his lips.
Amanda didn't hear him. She was too focused on whatever was going on inside the laboratory. She began pushing harder with her hand and clenching her butt cheeks tighter – massaging her pussy through the thin material of her spankies.
“Oooohhh.” Her groan was low and throaty, and Darryl didn't think anyone beyond the bushes could hear her. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Give it to her. Yeah. Like that.” Amanda's voice was a furious whisper, and with each moan she pushed hard against her pussy. “More. Oh, fuck yeah. Give her more!”
Still crouched, Darryl almost fell over: There was someone fucking inside the laboratory, and Amanda was watching it!
“That's it,” Amanda crooned, oblivious to Darryl's presence. “Yeah,” she said. “Give her what she wants!” Amanda rubbed her crotch hard and tipped her head back. Slowly, she worked the material of her spankies to one side and played with her pussy lips. There was a soft mound of blond fuzz over Amanda's cunt. Darryl couldn't really tell from the angle, but it looked like she had shaved her the hair on her pubic mound into a landing strip. “More,” Amanda moaned. “Please give her more!” Amanda slid her middle finger into her cunt and gripped herself hard. Her ass was tight, and she pumped hard against her hand. “More,” she murmured. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
Darryl took a deep breath and put his own hand to his crotch. He had to adjust himself; his jeans were tight, and his cock was bulging against the material. Darryl's breath came in rasps, and rubbed furiously at the front of his blue jeans. He tried at first to time is rubbing to Amanda's slower strokes, but his cock demanded harder and more frequent attention.
“Damn!” Darryl muttered it lowly so Amanda wouldn't hear him. But he needn't have worried. The cheerleader was in a world of her own; she had eyes and ears only for whatever was happening on the other side of the window pane.
“More,” Amanda moaned. “Give her more!”
Darryl knew that Amanda wasn't talking to him, but his cock seemed convinced that every word was for its benefit – it was hard as a rock. Watching the cheerleader sway precariously on the wooden crate – sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy – got the better of Darryl and his good sense. He slowly stood up, pressing hard against his cock the whole time. Darryl stroked hard, scratching with his fingernails against the material that separated his hand from his cock. But that was beginning to make him ache. “Oh, fuck.” Darryl kept his words low and carefully unzipped his pants so that he could pull his cock free. “Yeahhhh.” He didn't have any clean underwear to put on that morning and had chosen to go commando. Now he was glad of that choice. Darryl's cock sprang forward – 9 inches of throbbing meat – and he gripped it tightly in his right hand.
“Oh shit, yeah!” The words slipped out of Darry's mouth as a soft mutter as he stroked his cock slowly. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and Darryl used that to moisten the head of his cock. “That's it,” he murmured. “Oh baby.”
Amanda continued her own show, standing on the wooden crate at the laboratory window. She had her spankies completely yanked to one side, and now she was thrusting her two middle fingers into her cunt. That left the index and pinkie fingers outside to slide back and forth. Amanda's head was tilted back, and she glanced only occasionally through the window. “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.” Her fingers were slippery with her pussy juices and slid easily in and out of her cunt. “More,” Amanda moaned. “Give me more.”
Darryl was memorized by the scene: A pretty, blond cheerleader, standing on a wooden crate with two fingers in her cunt – swaying back and forth, keeping time with her ass to her thrusting fingers. Before he knew what he was doing, Darryl closed the distance between himself and Amanda. He was quiet as he did so, keeping his cock wrapped firmly in his right hand.
Closer now, Darryl stood almost directly behind the oblivious girl. Her ass was about face-level with Darryl's eyes, and she was clenching the muscles in her butt as she stroked her cunt. This time Darryl was able to match her pace, squeezing his cock each time Amanda pushed hard into herself with her own fingers. The cheerleader's skirt was short, and he could see the soft globes of her ass cheeks as her spankies were pulled deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass. The lack of tan lines let Darryl know that Amanda preferred to sunbathe in the nude.
That realization set his mind wandering, and he squeezed his cock harder as he took in the view of Amanda's long legs leading up to a firm ass. She arched her back with each thrust of her fingers. Darryl could smell the pussy juices ripe in the air surrounding them. It was a delicious aroma that swept his senses clean.
Darryl squeezed his cock harder. He didn't want to stroke it at this point, as that would make him cum too quickly. Instead, he gripped the shaft tightly, alternating between a tight squeeze and then relaxed hand. Even so, Darryl felt the stirrings of an orgasm deep in his balls. His hard-on throbbed painfully in his hand.
Darryl couldn't wait any longer. Still holding his cock in his right hand, Darryl reached out a tentative left hand. It was trembling, but he had to feel that smooth, white skin. Darryl had to touch her – had to touch Amanda's legs. They were spread slightly, and Darryl could see the soft fuzz of pubic hair. He put his fingers into the space between her legs then looked up. Above him, Amanda was still focused on her own orgasm. Her ponytail bobbed up and down as she continued stroking her cunt. Darryl watched her fingers slide in and out of her pussy, less than a couple of inches from his own fingers that were between her legs; she still didn't know that he was there. Closing the distance, Darryl let his fingers trail the silky smooth skin from between Amanda's thighs to just below her pussy. He grazed the skin lightly – a caress with just the tips of his fingers.
Amanda was startled and almost fell from her perch! “What? Oh! Oh!” She continued to hold onto the window sill with her left hand, but twisted her head and looked down at Darryl. “Oh!” Amanda's eyes were glazed. She was close to orgasm, and she bucked against her own hand. “Oh, fuck!” Amanda thrust against her hand, while at the same time, trying to focus on the young man below her. The cheerleader was dazed, almost delirious with the impending crash of orgasm.
And that's all it took for Amanda to lose her balance on the crate. Her fingers slipped from the window sill and the cheerleader fell backward against Darryl. He let go of his cock long enough to catch her, his arms around her waist and his face buried in her hair. But neither of them were ready for the short fall, and they ended up in a semi-nude tangle of sweaty arms and legs: Darryl's cock was loose, and Amanda's spankies were still yanked to one side, allowing his fingers easy access to her pussy.
“Oh my God!” Amanda's voice was still rough and throaty. She didn't scream the words out, but issued them almost as a command to Darryl. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
The two of them were on the ground now, with Amanda on top of Darryl. Her back was to him, and his cock was still free of his pants. The throbbing organ was pressed up against Amanda's ass, and she was grinding against him. Amanda's midriff was bare, and he pulled her tightly to his chest as she writhed in his arms and moaned out curses.
“Oh fuck, I need it so bad.” Amanda twisted in his grip, but instead of trying to get away, she was pushing her ass cheeks against his cock! Darryl's throbbing shaft was lodged between the cheerleader's butt cheeks, and Amanda used her ass to stroke the organ. Darryl's eyes widened. Amanda hadn't screamed. She hadn't called out, or yelled for a rescue. Instead, it seemed as though Amanda wanted his cock inside her!
“Oh shit! Oh fuck!” Amanda still had the fingers of her right hand in her pussy, and she was stroking hard as she pressed her ass against Darryl's throbbing organ. The movement was easy, as Amanda's ass was slick with pussy juice, and the head of Darryl's cock was oozing pre-cum. “Shit. Fuck. Oh fuck me!” But though Amanda was saying the words, she wasn't moving to face Darryl. Rather, she was writhing on top of him, masturbating her pussy with one hand and clutching her breasts with the other. The cheerleader's ass cheeks clenched and released his cock in time with her own sliding fingers.
Darryl grunted underneath Amanda, and pushed hard against her ass. He wanted so badly to slide his cock inside her pussy. “Oh, baby,” moaned. “Yeah. Just keep doing that.” The spankies the cheerleader wore under her short skirt had slipped deep into Amanda's ass crack, but they were not a barrier to Darryl's probing cock. He pushed hard against the girl's butthole, trying to find an entry, but Amanda's ass was too tight, and she was squirming too hard for Darryl line his cock up correctly.
The two college students were so wrapped up in trying to fuck one another, that they didn't see the dark-haired woman peering at them as they writhed on the ground below the window.
Chapter 2 – The Dominatrix and the Dean
“Reginald! Take the gag out of your mouth and come here!” Professor Alicia Flowers snapped her fingers at a short, balding man who lay naked on the floor. Reginald had a ballgag in his mouth and one hand wrapped around his rigid cock. Only when she said his actual name was he to look up at his Mistress.
Deep down, Reginald knew that he was in love Alicia, though he would never dare say her name out loud. That was a strict rule: She was Domina, Dominatrix, Mistress or Professor. He had never uttered her first name in her presence.
In Command
by Anonymous
Andrea was a picture of seriousness, slowly applying mascara to her long beautiful lashes. Every now and then she would sigh, almost purr, in contentment. "Makeup is such fun," she said out loud. She smiled sweetly at the man beneath her.
Oh, did I leave that part out? Andrea was lying on her stomach, on the floor. Well, not exactly on the floor. In between her and the floor was a man lying on his back. He was naked, and tightly restrained at his wrists and ankles. Andrea was slowly rubbing her groin over his as she applied her mascara. Maybe this had something to do with why she was purring.
Andrea was teasing him on many levels simultaneously. Her face was very close to his, as she made him watch her do her makeup. She gently gyrated her lower body over his, getting just enough friction to keep her constantly wet, while being inches off the right stop from really giving him any satisfaction. Meanwhile Andrea was dressed in one of the most provocative outfits he had ever seen her in - a blue velvet floral halter top ending at midriff, with a matching skirt. The top tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. And the material appeared to be see-through, although it was not. But the feel of the velvet fabric rubbing against him was delightful, in a maddening sort of way.
As Andrea stroked pink blush on her cheeks, still enjoying the sensations of her lower body, she asked him, "Do you think this outfit is sensual?"
The man was being overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensations and answered, "Oh yes, you are very sexy in it!"
Andrea was in the middle of doing her lips in a lovely shade of burgundy, but on hearing his reply she resignedly put down her lip pencil with a sigh, looked the man squarely in the eye - and slapped his face.
"No, dear," she explained patiently. "Sensual - relating to the senses. I didn't ask if it was sensuous - meaning sexual."
She went back to doing her lips, calmly applying the dark red color to her perfectly shaped lips, knowing full well his face was inches from hers and the delirious effect she was having on him as she made him watch her. Then for she amusement painted his lips in the identical color, smiling at his helplessness as he tried to squirm away from the relentlessness of the lipstick with its deep color.
"What I want to know is whether this outfit is sensual. Does THIS outfit appeal to your sense of touch?," Andrea asked. Before the man could offer a reply, she continued. "Don't answer. I need an objective, a scientific, solution." Andrea's scientific mind was at work. "What I need is an experiment which will isolate the sense of touch from the sense of sight."
Andrea got off of the man and disappeared in another room for a while. It sounded like she was rummaging through some drawers. looking for something. The man was still tightly bound and could do nothing but wait for her return.
Andrea returned to the man with several objects: a clipboard with paper, a pen, a stopwatch, a ruler, and a black silk blindfold. She quickly tied the blindfold around his head, making sure he could not see. The man then had no idea what she intended to do with the other objects.
"I know you have many questions, dear," she said to him. "All will become apparent in due time. Just relax and enjoy my company."
Andrea then made some notes on the clipboard and started the stopwatch. She laid down on him again, and started sensuously rubbing herself on him. Her crotch was meeting his lower body at a point several inches above his penis. His penis was getting some benefit from this, but not enough. Andrea slowly rubbed herself on him, allowing the velvet fabric of her top and skirt to do its work, alternating with the feeling of her bare midriff against him. Andrea enjoyed herself immensely, controlling the rhythm to a speed that was more relaxing than urgent. When the stopwatch reached ten minutes, she calmly got off the man, got the ruler, placed it next to the man's erect penis, and recorded the measurement on the clipboard. When she was done she gave the man a playful whack with the ruler against his penis and told him, "Calm down, dear. You will have to wait a few minutes until we start this up again."
The man, still bound and blindfolded, could only listen to whatever sounds Andrea was making. Andrea quietly removed the halter and skirt. Next she put on a full length, sleeveless, form fitting, velvet sheath dress with a big slit up the leg. This was an eye catching black, red and gold print, and Andrea admired herself in the mirror and how hot she looked in it, although she smiled as she realized the man could not see her in it. But that was part of the scientific experiment.
By now the man's erection had gone down. Andrea carefully lowered herself to the floor and laid down on top of the man. She resumed running her prone body all over the man. This was somewhat different than the previous time. The dress was tighter than the halter and skirt combination, and much more of her body was covered. This allowed her to do a longer, full body up and down stroking. Andrea was truly cat-like as she sensuously rubbed herself, doing this for her pleasure, not for his. The man was in his own ecstasy, but his penis was only touched for a small time with each up and down movement by Andrea, and although the sensation was delightful, it was not enough to get him off. Andrea, on the other hand, was having no such problem, and was in fact disaapointed when the stopwatch told her it was time to stop. But ever the dutiful scientist, Andrea got up to get the ruler, measured the man's erect penis, wrote down the measurement, and then gave the penis another little whack with the ruler for good measure. (Get it? - for good measure.)
Andrea got up, leaving the frustrated man panting, to change into her next outfit. This was another long dress, but with a V neck that just wouldn't quit. Andrea tried to rearrange her breasts in the bottom of the V of the neckline, wondering if she were too exposed. As she gently fondled her breasts through the velvet fabric, she imagined that men who saw her in this dress would be bumping into each other, not paying attention to where they were walking, because they would be so hypnotized with the way she looked in this dress. She sighed contently. Back to the experiment.
She laid down on top of the man again. While the velvet fabric had the same effect on him, and on her, as it had with the previous two outfits, the effect of the V neck was quite different. Andrea purposely rubbed the V neck over the man's blindfolded face, not giving him enough time to reach out with his lips and tongue to enjoy Andrea's breasts. He searched in vain with his tongue for her breasts, but she was too quick for him. Meanwhile she was using the rest of the velvet dress on him as she had with the previous two outfits. Andrea would maneuver her breasts and nipples as close to his lips as possible, and then move them away when he realized where they were, never giving him the satisfaction of even a lick at her glorious breasts. She was having so much fun frustrating the man, and she was enjoying that almost as much as she enjoyedthe gentle movement of her body against him.
As before, the stopwatch told her the ten minutes were up, and she stopped to record her measurement. Again a playful slap to his penis, and then he strained to listen for a clue of what would happen next.
A very long wait for the man, with nothing happening. Suddenly, Andrea removed his blindfold. She stood before him, a goddess in a strapless black dress, in a stretchy velvet material, long but with a huge slit up one thigh. She was also in heels and carried a black purse. The man blinked his eyes, riveted in her beauty, waiting for her to tease him some more by laying on him and rubbing her velvet covered body on his. He tensed at his bonds, but they were unyielding. Andrea, of course, was fully in command in the situation.
She was silent for a long time, just letting him drink her image in. Then she simply said to him, "I am going out for the evening." She opened her door, and she left.
Andrea was a picture of seriousness, slowly applying mascara to her long beautiful lashes. Every now and then she would sigh, almost purr, in contentment. "Makeup is such fun," she said out loud. She smiled sweetly at the man beneath her.
Oh, did I leave that part out? Andrea was lying on her stomach, on the floor. Well, not exactly on the floor. In between her and the floor was a man lying on his back. He was naked, and tightly restrained at his wrists and ankles. Andrea was slowly rubbing her groin over his as she applied her mascara. Maybe this had something to do with why she was purring.
Andrea was teasing him on many levels simultaneously. Her face was very close to his, as she made him watch her do her makeup. She gently gyrated her lower body over his, getting just enough friction to keep her constantly wet, while being inches off the right stop from really giving him any satisfaction. Meanwhile Andrea was dressed in one of the most provocative outfits he had ever seen her in - a blue velvet floral halter top ending at midriff, with a matching skirt. The top tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. And the material appeared to be see-through, although it was not. But the feel of the velvet fabric rubbing against him was delightful, in a maddening sort of way.
As Andrea stroked pink blush on her cheeks, still enjoying the sensations of her lower body, she asked him, "Do you think this outfit is sensual?"
The man was being overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensations and answered, "Oh yes, you are very sexy in it!"
Andrea was in the middle of doing her lips in a lovely shade of burgundy, but on hearing his reply she resignedly put down her lip pencil with a sigh, looked the man squarely in the eye - and slapped his face.
"No, dear," she explained patiently. "Sensual - relating to the senses. I didn't ask if it was sensuous - meaning sexual."
She went back to doing her lips, calmly applying the dark red color to her perfectly shaped lips, knowing full well his face was inches from hers and the delirious effect she was having on him as she made him watch her. Then for she amusement painted his lips in the identical color, smiling at his helplessness as he tried to squirm away from the relentlessness of the lipstick with its deep color.
"What I want to know is whether this outfit is sensual. Does THIS outfit appeal to your sense of touch?," Andrea asked. Before the man could offer a reply, she continued. "Don't answer. I need an objective, a scientific, solution." Andrea's scientific mind was at work. "What I need is an experiment which will isolate the sense of touch from the sense of sight."
Andrea got off of the man and disappeared in another room for a while. It sounded like she was rummaging through some drawers. looking for something. The man was still tightly bound and could do nothing but wait for her return.
Andrea returned to the man with several objects: a clipboard with paper, a pen, a stopwatch, a ruler, and a black silk blindfold. She quickly tied the blindfold around his head, making sure he could not see. The man then had no idea what she intended to do with the other objects.
"I know you have many questions, dear," she said to him. "All will become apparent in due time. Just relax and enjoy my company."
Andrea then made some notes on the clipboard and started the stopwatch. She laid down on him again, and started sensuously rubbing herself on him. Her crotch was meeting his lower body at a point several inches above his penis. His penis was getting some benefit from this, but not enough. Andrea slowly rubbed herself on him, allowing the velvet fabric of her top and skirt to do its work, alternating with the feeling of her bare midriff against him. Andrea enjoyed herself immensely, controlling the rhythm to a speed that was more relaxing than urgent. When the stopwatch reached ten minutes, she calmly got off the man, got the ruler, placed it next to the man's erect penis, and recorded the measurement on the clipboard. When she was done she gave the man a playful whack with the ruler against his penis and told him, "Calm down, dear. You will have to wait a few minutes until we start this up again."
The man, still bound and blindfolded, could only listen to whatever sounds Andrea was making. Andrea quietly removed the halter and skirt. Next she put on a full length, sleeveless, form fitting, velvet sheath dress with a big slit up the leg. This was an eye catching black, red and gold print, and Andrea admired herself in the mirror and how hot she looked in it, although she smiled as she realized the man could not see her in it. But that was part of the scientific experiment.
By now the man's erection had gone down. Andrea carefully lowered herself to the floor and laid down on top of the man. She resumed running her prone body all over the man. This was somewhat different than the previous time. The dress was tighter than the halter and skirt combination, and much more of her body was covered. This allowed her to do a longer, full body up and down stroking. Andrea was truly cat-like as she sensuously rubbed herself, doing this for her pleasure, not for his. The man was in his own ecstasy, but his penis was only touched for a small time with each up and down movement by Andrea, and although the sensation was delightful, it was not enough to get him off. Andrea, on the other hand, was having no such problem, and was in fact disaapointed when the stopwatch told her it was time to stop. But ever the dutiful scientist, Andrea got up to get the ruler, measured the man's erect penis, wrote down the measurement, and then gave the penis another little whack with the ruler for good measure. (Get it? - for good measure.)
Andrea got up, leaving the frustrated man panting, to change into her next outfit. This was another long dress, but with a V neck that just wouldn't quit. Andrea tried to rearrange her breasts in the bottom of the V of the neckline, wondering if she were too exposed. As she gently fondled her breasts through the velvet fabric, she imagined that men who saw her in this dress would be bumping into each other, not paying attention to where they were walking, because they would be so hypnotized with the way she looked in this dress. She sighed contently. Back to the experiment.
She laid down on top of the man again. While the velvet fabric had the same effect on him, and on her, as it had with the previous two outfits, the effect of the V neck was quite different. Andrea purposely rubbed the V neck over the man's blindfolded face, not giving him enough time to reach out with his lips and tongue to enjoy Andrea's breasts. He searched in vain with his tongue for her breasts, but she was too quick for him. Meanwhile she was using the rest of the velvet dress on him as she had with the previous two outfits. Andrea would maneuver her breasts and nipples as close to his lips as possible, and then move them away when he realized where they were, never giving him the satisfaction of even a lick at her glorious breasts. She was having so much fun frustrating the man, and she was enjoying that almost as much as she enjoyedthe gentle movement of her body against him.
As before, the stopwatch told her the ten minutes were up, and she stopped to record her measurement. Again a playful slap to his penis, and then he strained to listen for a clue of what would happen next.
A very long wait for the man, with nothing happening. Suddenly, Andrea removed his blindfold. She stood before him, a goddess in a strapless black dress, in a stretchy velvet material, long but with a huge slit up one thigh. She was also in heels and carried a black purse. The man blinked his eyes, riveted in her beauty, waiting for her to tease him some more by laying on him and rubbing her velvet covered body on his. He tensed at his bonds, but they were unyielding. Andrea, of course, was fully in command in the situation.
She was silent for a long time, just letting him drink her image in. Then she simply said to him, "I am going out for the evening." She opened her door, and she left.
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